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This weekend was the first time in quite a while that CM and I were able to get some overnight alone time. Grandma hasn’t taken the kids overnight in a few months due to how demanding Football season is. So, this weekend she asked to take them and do fun stuff like the pumpkin patch and apple orchard and all that so CM and I were like hellz yeah lady, take them! We have, very much, needed some adult time together in a quiet house so we took her up on the offer immediately!

The kids went off to Grandma’s at about 5pm on Saturday, which happened to be a munch night so Yay, free babysitter for that! This particular night at munch was small and quiet and we had a newbie come and it was refreshing to meet another male Dom who has his head on straight… or a little kinky, actually! Before we left to go to munch I made hubby move around the furniture in the living room and vacuum so he could get out the steel Bitch Tamer stockade and the fucking machine. After munch we grabbed a coffee – I knew we had a longer night than usual ahead of us and headed home.

I knew I was planning to have him locked in the stockade a lot longer than I ever have. That night was about pushing him slightly farther than I have in the past. I think, each time we play, we push limits just a little bit to see just where the line is. If you’ve been following our blog long enough you know CM has has some elbow trouble and his time in the stockade has sometimes been limited, especially when he’s locked in it on all fours for a lengthy period of time. The longest he’s spent locked, wrist and ankles, was about an hour… Saturday night I more than doubled that. So I chose to leave the locking collar piece and his wrist unlocked so he would be able to bend his elbow as needed and withstand the much longer time being used and tortured in it. Recently I purchased a couple new additions to our stockade, as well. One of them being a wand holder so that I can use my hands for other things while the wand relentlessly stimulates his locked cock.

Once we got the wand situated in the holder and positioned correctly, he was locked at the ankles with his hips against a very high waist pad. I began gathering a few things I was looking forward to using, things like the bamboo cane, my gorgeous blue paddle, and the prostate massager. Not to mention I enjoyed using my nails on his body. At first I gathered a few thin bamboo canes together in a bunch and rubber banded them and used that to tap, tap, tap his ass to give him a warm up… mostly because I couldn’t find my flogger! Every so often I would give him a good whack and then give him a little time to feel it before giving him another. Once his ass was marked fairly well I would take my nails and run them across his cheeks giving him that extra burning feeling.

Once I felt like giving him a break from reddening his ass I got out the prostate massager and decided it was time for him to get a good milking. After all, I have no idea when he last came and it had been almost 10 days since he’d even gotten a proper boner. The fact that he was in the doggy style stockade with the wand positioned behind his balls on his prostate was a huge bonus. I inserted, in probably a not so gentle way, the prostate massager and started to work with the wand vibrating from below. It certainly didn’t take long for the drops of milky fluid to start dripping from his caged cock. It was so awesome seeing those big drips one after the other as he whimpered and moaned and had these fantastic reactions to how I was moving the massager against his prostate. Twisting, turning and slightly in and out just milking away at what has been built up inside for so long. It was really great, it made me happy and I giggled watching it. When I was done milking him I got out my blue paddle and gave him a few good whacks just to make sure he would be feeling it the next day and I love seeing those rosy red cheeks! I didnt spend too much time on the blue paddle because, to be honest, it’s hefty paddle and it does it’s job in a few swings.

I can remember feeling very turned on by everything and hearing him making all those noises as I paddled him and milked him and my pussy was very wet. I figured the only thing to do was to bend over in front of him and shove my ass and pussy in his face to clean it up. I mean he had nothing else better to do while locked in the stockade but whatever I wanted, right? I just love making him be all dirty for me while I rub my juicy wetness all over his face. He was soaked from forehead to chin. hehe I got so turned on by using his face, I straddled him in the stockade and used the small of his back to cum on him. Sometimes using him as just a thing to get off on is powerful.

I ended up having him in the stockade for over 2 hours continuously doing a variety of things to him. It was a pretty intense night and I am pretty sure we both enjoyed it very much. Afterwards we talked about some ways to randomize some stuff and kinda make it worse and ways I could keep him there longer by automation so I wouldnt get too terribly worn out after hours of tormenting him. But thats stuff for another post, I’m sure.

We also managed to get a little play time in Sunday morning while I used the machine to cuckold him in a way. I mean he’s all locked up and I couldnt have his cock and the machine was out so I might as well have used it. It was an interesting thing having him under me licking my clit while the machine fucked me from behind… I know he felt a little humiliated – in a good way! 🙂

My Lady and I were texting each other last night while I was at work, and the conversation wandered to the topic of sensory deprivation. You see, ML has been doing some research in that area, specifically sensory deprivation hoods. And when ML starts doing research, you know that she’s getting serious about it.

She began to text me some of the ideas that have been popping up in her head, and I couldn’t help but get turned on (which made my cock strain against the cage rather strongly). Here are just a few examples of the texts she sent me:

  • “like putting your hands in mittens behind your back, making you kneel on the floor hooded”
  • “I could open only the gag and make you choke on my dildo”
  • “I could take off the blindfold with my pussy right in your face while I cum”
  • “Put a dildo in your ass and make you sit on it while I fuck your mouth with mine”
  • “So if I told you I could put the hood on and use the face dildo as the gag piece instead and fuck your sensory deprived face, how would that make you feel?”

How would it make me feel?

Those sound like horrible, terrible things to have to endure. I don’t know if I could take it.

How would it make me feel?

I need to experience this.

That’s how it makes me feel. I can imagine myself in the moment, wanting it to end so badly, wondering why and how I got myself into this, suffering in pain and frustration. Yet it’s undeniable – I want it to happen. When I read those texts – and even now as I retype them – I get a tightness in my chest that says to me, “Oh. My. God. I NEED THIS.”

It’s scary and confusing to have these types of feelings – to want something you don’t want to happen happen, so badly. But honestly, that’s pretty much what chastity is. I’m sitting here with my cock locked in a steel cage with no way to get out on my own, and I desperately want to cum. But I want to be like this – desperate for release, yet powerless to facilitate that release, completely dependent on My Lady for any and all sources of sexual pleasure. I trust My Lady with my life; I know she will protect me and keep me safe, even when she is putting me through hell just because she can and she wants to. It speaks to my devotion to her how badly I want this to happen, even though I don’t want this to happen.

Now I’m left wondering just when she plans on putting these things in motion…