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My Lady gave me a wonderful birthday present this weekend – I fucked her nice and hard from behind and was allowed to cum deep inside her pussy. It was a really great orgasm and I made sure to get as much pleasure out of it as I could by continuing to thrust into her as my cock throbbed and pulsed inside her. If anything, this was the opposite of a ruined orgasm; I made sure it was as full and total as it could be.  🙂

It’s a good thing I enjoyed it, because it’s going to be a little bit of time before I even get close to feeling that again. Unbeknownst to me, My Lady had plans to keep my cock locked up for a nice extended period after my birthday – she says I will be locked up tight 24/7 until July 4th, at least.

Going until July 4th means I will be locked up for a month straight: no erections, no feeling her pussy on my cock, definitely no orgasms… just a month of steel-encased frustrated flesh. A month is longer than we’ve ever done 24/7 chastity before –  we usually make it to about 3 weeks-ish before ML misses my hard cock too much to wait any longer, but there’s no reason to think that she will have any mercy on me this time around. She has already denied me the chance to groom once more before being locked away, so I had to do my best shaving around the cage in order to get the job done.

I think I did a pretty good job. 🙂

The thing that gets me a little worried, though, is the “at least” part at the end. Could ML be thinking about keeping me locked up in chastity for longer than a month? She actually does enjoy feeling me inside her… can she go for that long without? If yes, how long can she wait? I honestly have no idea. The only thing I’m certain of is that my cock will begin to ache long before I’m unlocked. It’s going to be so long in between erections for me, I wouldn’t be surprised if it genuinely hurts when the skin stretches out for the first time in who knows how long!

P.S. My situation could be much worse than what it is now, to be honest: ML and I were talking a few weeks ago about trying out the Revenge again, but we haven’t unpacked any of our toys yet. How bad would it be to be fully enclosed in steel for a month, or even longer than that???

When I woke up this morning, the sun was softly shining through the window, giving a beautiful glow to ML’s skin. So, naturally, I started fucking her.

Whoever invented morning sex is a genius.

ML must have been having a really good dream, because her pussy was wet and I slid right in. She woke up a few minutes later, and soon we were both fully enjoying our Saturday morning.

Aren’t weekends the best?

I’d like to take this opportunity to point out how great it is that ML has given me full approval to have sex with her even if she is still sleeping… provided I’m unlocked, of course. I’d also like to point out that she enjoys the same agreement with me; as far as I’m concerned, waking up with her pussy on my face is a wonderful way to start the day. Moving on…

Not only was the sex amazing, but it looked fucking hot, too! I grabbed my phone and took some pics (obviously) and – like any other normal human being would do – I posted my cock and my wife’s pussy all over Twitter.

What else was I supposed to do? Keep this to myself?

Apparently, it was a hit: we got a lot of awesome feedback, and we might just have to do this type of thing more often!

This may come as a surprise, but I can be somewhat exhibitionist at times. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe considering all of the pictures and stories we’ve posted over the last few years. But it’s true! Seriously, though, can you blame me for wanting to show off ML’s amazing tits and sexy pussy? And, not to brag, but I feel I have a pretty good looking cock, myself.

Honestly, though, I’m not a true exhibitionist: you won’t catch me fucking ML in a public park or anything like that unless there’s Moe’s and Menchie’s coupons involved. I’m more of a “social exhibitionist” – sharing our sex life with others who are like-minded and interested; that’s why things like this blog and Twitter have been such a fun experience; that’s why I’ve come to really enjoy attending the munches; that’s why finding out that our neighbor is into the scene is so interesting. 🙂

When it comes down to it, it’s exciting to tweet and chat with people when my cock is deep in My Lady’s wet pussy. So, next time ML is cumming all over my cock, don’t hesitate to say hi! 😉

I used to have this whole thing about wanting to be the one who worked and my hubby would stay home and be the house husband. That has since changed and I’ve become a hell of a lot more realistic about my life. I realized I should be the mom, the one to stay home and be with the kids. That’s what I did for 12 years and I have loved every minute if it. I wouldn’t change it. It was what was supposed to be. 

However, let me tell you about a time when I was younger and I thought, the only way I could keep a guy was to be the one who worked and supported us and he got to do whatever he wanted. Staying home, getting sex, etc. I thought, how could I guy ever leave a woman who gives him such freedom? Well when I was young I thought, I’d just keep a guy locked up in my house, all for me, for when I wanted him. 

Well yesterday, was an interesting day, I had to work and hubby was off work. Normally on his days off I would be home and we’d play or have sex all day or something but not this time. This time I had a house husband who was working hard, cutting the lawn and completing a “Honey Do” list which included some cock stroking. I kept him nice and horny during all of his sweaty work for me. I was turning myself on quite a bit while I was at work. Just thinking about him at home working hard, doing as I asked if him and then when I got home… We had some lunch and some perfectly wonderful bent over the bed, fucked from behind sex. All because I wanted it and he had to give it to me. 

It really was a fun day, tiring for hubby and we didn’t get in much play at night but we did have some good during the day play and he got to cum on my big round ass in the afternoon before the kids got home from school. 🙂

So let me tell you a little story about how awesome my husband is when it comes to me. This story explains all of the reason I know we are the most perfect for each other. The other night we were having some pretty fantastic sex and I decided I wanted to feel my pussy squeeze down hard on CM’s big thick cock while I came. So he knelt there between my legs sliding himself in and out and, fuck, it felt so good. I started to rub my clit to help myself get to climax faster – although CM makes me cum way better. Anyway, I could feel the intensity grow as I got closer and closer to orgasm and all of a sudden CM pulled the pillow out from under my head as I hit that spot and my muscles tightened and I clenched everything. To some that might have been rude, but in that moment, he knew well enough to take the pillow away so I didn’t cause myself unnecessary pain. It was an incredibly awesome moment between us, he knows me so well and even in that moment of my orgasm he thought of me and how to make it even better for me. 

That’s what I love the most about having an attentive husband. He knows exactly how to please me and make me feel fantastic sexually and even emotionally. Do I think it’s the cage and denial that make him that way? No, because all of this has come after I let him cum a few times in the past few days. He’s like that because he loves me and genuinely cares about my pleasure.

Anyway, I know this isn’t a super long post but it’s one of those things I think people should know. Those little things you do in your relationship really do make her feel thought of, feel special, feel cared for and that her pleasure is important. 

I want to thank everyone for all of their love and support in response to my last post. It means a lot to me to know all of you out there are pulling for me. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get back to the chastity, orgasm denial, and the crazy horniness that goes along with it.

I don’t know if it was the stress of the new house prep combined with the health issues, but My Lady allowed me to have an orgasm before we moved in to the new house… it could have also been that she wanted me to fill her pussy up with cum, can’t really be sure. I’m not the type to question the reason why I’m allowed to have my first orgasm in about 3 months, I’ll just take it and run with it.

After that first cum, ML gave me a treat and had me masturbate next to her in bed. I can’t remember the last time I actually stroked myself to orgasm… that’s seriously not an exaggeration, it’s been so long that I can’t even guess when it last happened.

It was nice, but to be honest, it feels a LOT better when ML strokes me now… and it’s even better when I’m fucking her. Yep, her pussy is definitely the best!

A lot of readers/followers ask me how I manage not to cum immediately during sex when I’m being denied orgasm. It’s not that easy, and to be perfectly honest, I’m really not good at it at all. I’m not sure if it’s the denial that makes me more sensitive and ready, or if it’s just the fact that ML’s pussy feels that amazingly good; either way, I can’t manage more than five or six good thrusts before I need to stop.

It’s too bad it’s not as simple as looping a gif!

There are a couple of positions where I can kinda avoid cumming right away, but other than that, it happens VERY quickly. I’m really lucky that ML isn’t disappointed by my performance… in fact, she takes it as a compliment. As she should: either she’s doing a great job teasing me, or her pussy is doing a great job getting me off!

Sometimes, though, I wish that I could flick a switch and not be so “hair-triggered.” There are times where I know ML wants a good pounding, and I feel bad when I’m not able to provide. The other night, ML got me dunk enough where I couldn’t cum and she took advantage of it by using my cock hard… the only problem being that I can’t remember it! Although I’m glad she got her “fill” of my non-cumming cock, I wish I could remember what it was like.

ML’s last post was about the search for balance. Recently, I’ve been wanting to search for something else: intensity.

Don’t get me wrong at all – our sex life is pretty damn intense as it is. In fact, ML and I often joke about how, when other guys say that they wish they could be as lucky as I am, that they might have second thoughts once they realize just how passionate My Lady is when it comes to dominating me. Sometimes it’s a miracle that I can handle it!

So, there’s no shortage of awesome sex in our household. But there are certain things that I miss, particularly about when we first started our “rekindling.” Some examples:

– squirting: ML’s ability to squirt is still pretty impressive, but there were times where ML’s pussy would squirt like a fountain and soak the seat of my car on our date nights.

– ML’s spontaneous orgasms: I remember making eye contact with ML from across the room and watching her as she made herself cum without touching her pussy or anything, just using her imagination to get herself off. I was so turned on by that… and jealous, too!

ML and I talked about these things the other night, and we realized that yes, those were very intense times for our relationship. Things were new, fun, and exciting… dare I say, could it be that things have gotten… STALE?

Okay, it’s not THAT bad… sex with ML is still pretty fucking amazing. But yeah, things are less intense than they were.

After some more talking (communication, people, it works, hehe), we realized what has changed: we aren’t doing the “little lovey” things we used to do. Things like leave each other tiny love notes here and there, the “non-sexual” hugs and kisses (that eventually lead to sex, but weren’t intended for that), and other tiny gestures that feed the emotional connection of our marriage.

You see, My Lady has an interesting mental/physical connection – when she feels emotionally in tune with me, she gets really really horny… and unbelievably wet. Like, seriously, it’s like a flood in her panties. And it’s this connection that leads to those intense moments. So, we’ve decided to try to bring those feelings and those moments back… not just for more squirting and orgasms-on-demand, but because our marriage and our love truly flourishes when we focus on those things.

Of course, those other pussy-related results would be great perks, as well. 🙂

So, My Lady and I are buying a house.

Trust me, we are surprised as to how quickly it happened, too!

ML and I have been “window shopping” for houses for a little while, fantasizing about setting up our own little playroom in an extra bedroom. But we weren’t getting all that deep into it just yet. We were eyeing a house here and there, but there weren’t many that were all that interesting… and the ones that were kept getting sold before we could even go and see them!

And so it went until yesterday, when we lined up a few houses to go see with our real estate agent. The first two were nothing special, but the last one we saw had that “feeling” to it – I remember standing in the kitchen and thinking to myself, “Yeah, I could totally live here.” On the way back home, ML and I decided to put an offer in on the house.

ML called our agent when we got in the door; she had bad news – the sellers had gotten an offer that morning and had already sent out a counter offer! I mean, seriously… does everyone just automatically want what we want?

So, missed out again, right?

Oh no… not this time.

ML and I decided that we wanted this house. So we said, “screw that ‘counter offer’ noise, we’re buying this house.” We called the real estate agent back and told her to put in an offer – hey, if it ain’t sold yet, it ain’t sold!

We knew it was a race against time – if the other buyer accepted the counter offer, it didn’t matter if we offered the moon. We weren’t going to get into a bidding war, however – if they countered our offer, we were ready to walk away. So we put our offer in, and waited…

… we waited about five minutes before we got a call back.

Offer accepted!

That wasn’t the only deal that went down yesterday: during our celebratory sex, I really wanted to cum. So ML said she’d allow me to, but my next orgasm would have to be in our new house. Of course, I took the deal.

According to our signed offer, closing is in 60 days…

Last night, My Lady finally unlocked me after 30 days of 24/7 chastity. She also allowed me inside her pussy. She also allowed me to cum inside her.

What a relief!

I was a little bit nervous that, after a month of no erections, that it would be a little painful – in the past, I’ve been able to feel the skin on my cock stretching after such a long time without getting hard. It was only temporary, but it wasn’t very pleasant. But, thankfully, there was none of that this time around. The only problem was the issue of hairiness – I wasn’t able to shave everywhere with the cage on, so I have about a month of overgrowth down there. I didn’t get a chance to take care of it, because I was back in the cage this morning before leaving for work.

So, who knows… I may end up with another month of growth down there before I get a chance to shave… or more?

My wife attacked me last night. Seriously… there’s no better way to describe it.

My Lady’s pent up horny reached a boiling point last night; she had endured her doctor-mandated orgasm denial for long enough, and she was going to get what she wanted from me.

I should have seen it coming the night before: ML took advantage of me being unlocked and had me fuck her nice and hard, both from behind and standing against the wall. She wanted it so badly, she didn’t want to have to be careful – she allowed me to cum in her pussy if I promised not to stop until she was done. Nowadays, with my chance of having an orgasm on any given day is a complete mystery, I’m not turning that deal down. It felt so good to just let loose on her, I almost ended up cumming twice before she was finished.

But she wasn’t finished. All she did was prime her need.

Last night, we were just about ready to go to sleep – TV off, covers up, ready for bed. Then, it all started with an innocent snuggle. My Lady moaned as my naked butt rubbed against her, and her hands were quickly feeling my body up and down. She squeezed me tighter against her, and I could feel her hunger rising quickly. A moment later, ML was pulling the covers off of me, rolling me onto my back, and straddling my hips.

Was the fact that my cock was locked in steel going to stop her from getting what she needed? Hell no! Her soaking wet pussy slid down onto my caged cock, taking me inside her with absolutely no difficulty. Apparently, over time ML has gotten used to fucking me with my cage on; she rode me almost as if I wasn’t wearing it. She pushed herself down onto me, taking my cage in just about as deep as possible, with her clit rubbing against the post of the base ring.

Fucking ML with the cage on has got to be the absolute worst torture ever. My cock struggles and pushes against the cage, eager to feel ML’s warm wet pussy wrapped around it. But I can only feel it where the skin is exposed. The incomplete sensation actually makes my cock try to get even harder, as an attempt to find that missing pleasure. Meanwhile, the steel doesn’t yield at all, and I am left with an incredibly full and painful cage that feels like it might rip my balls off my body.

Add to this the maddening sensation of feeling like I might just cum at any minute, and it makes the suffering that much more unbearable. When my cock fills the cage to capacity (and more), it starts to bulge out between the bars of the cage. Sometimes, just by horrible chance, one of the most sensitive parts of my cock is helplessly exposed:

All of the sensation of ML’s pussy feels like it’s concentrated on that one spot. It’s so intense that it often feels like I am as close as I can be to orgasm without cumming – only to find out that, as ML keeps riding me, I can inch even closer as the moments go by. It’s like having an edge dragged out constantly over the course of minutes, often as ML is enjoying orgasm after orgasm on my poor aching cock.

Add to that the fact that I can never decide if I actually WANT to cum at this point or not…

I’ve found out in the past that I can have an orgasm while caged; I’ve also found out how excruciating it is to have an orgasm while caged. All of this is running through my head while I’m nearly dying from caged edging torture, and I start to think just how bad an orgasm can be at this point… is it as bad as I remember? Is it as bad as this? Does it really even matter? How much sexual torture can I stand?

All of this, while ML is soaking my cock (and the bedsheets below me) with her pussy juices.

So yeah, I was whimpering and moaning, wanting the torture to end but not wanting it to end, wanting to cum but not wanting to cum… all of this turns My Lady on even more (the whimpering, especially). More shuddering orgasms, more of her pussy squeezing and gripping my cock, more pussy juices soaking my balls…

It’s a miracle that we even got to sleep last night.

Speaking of, My Lady wouldn’t let me go to sleep until she took care of one last thing – she took her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it all over my body and face, covering me with her juices. I could feel it all over me – on my chest, on my chin… I could feel and smell it everywhere. I breathed in her delicious scent as I laid down and tried to get to sleep.

Did I say it was a mircale that I was able to fall asleep last night?