Sunday, December 29, 2013

On the Forth Day of Kinky Christmas

Santa decided to remind me I’m not a spring chicken anymore! LOL

Things have been rather sexually charged around here.  My boy’s cage is proving extremely useful in actually ramping up his libido, even while knowing he can’t do much about it.  So when N turn into such a fun night... we stayed up way too late and played just a little too hard.

The next day, my body didn’t want to wake up.   As I struggled to get through the work day, I realized I was going to be worthless for any fun for the evening.  So I had my boy do a little rearranging of our plans in favor of a quiet night at home.  Oh sure... there was teasing, taunting and lots of giggling, but I’m pretty sure we were both passed out by 8PM.

Turned out to be a good thing, as the next two days we played even longer and harder.

On a side note, after the publishing of the QoS interview loaded with pictures, I figured the pictures are out there now... might as well add them to the blog.  So as a belated Xmas present to all my readers, enjoy the pictures.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

On the Third Day of Kinky Christmas

Santa brought to me, a well hung pup who liked to fuck.

No, this isn’t a cutesy Christmas song.  I mean, have you read this blog?  But yes, Santa brought me a sexy, extra young stud full of vigor and a whole lot of fun.   

Usually, the men I play with tend to be more late 20s to mid 30s with the occasional outliers.  It’s not an age requirement or anything… just seems that’s the age where the stamina of the young finds a nice balance with the experience of the old and wraps it up in a sexy package of strength, scars, and all the other signs of a fun-filled life.  Granted, our on-line profile we cut the age off at 50 on the high end, 21 one the low end.  While I made an except on the high end to play with a Dominant Male top that my cuck knew and respected, the youngest I’ve ever played with to date has been 23.  Too be honest, it really did feel a little bit like robbing the cradle.

But N came across much older and I don’t think I even paid attention to his age.  I wasn’t until we met face to face that it came out that he was only 20.  Both my cuck and I were actually a bit surprised.  He came across as extremely relaxed and confident in what he wanted.  Not something we notice with the younger men I’ve played with.  When you throw in the curve that we were only the second couple he’d ever played with, and with the other couple was more like swinging then cuckolding.   But the man had made it this far without setting off any flags in my head, so I wasn’t going to let a little number get in the way.

So I had a little fun, giving him a quick tutorial on all the uses of my cuck when he asked.  Fetching drinks, taking care of clothes and a little just for fun humiliation… N seemed to lap it all up.  It didn’t take him long to jump right in and get the fun really going.  

Let’s just say, he was a bit like a Mr L in the making.  

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

On the Second Day of Kinky Christmas

Dear Santa brought to me, my cuck’s brand new chastity cage.  A nice shiny black Birdlocked Classic. 

 Oh and pretty red Christmas shoes!

Early in our relationship, I took a stab at playing with a chastity cage.  Initially, we tried a CB-2000.   My boy had some success with in the past and we were hopeful it would work almost right out of the gate.  Unfortunately, while it worked well for short term lock up, we found it didn’t work in his current career and had to get in the habit of taking it on and off a lot.  I started getting a bit irritated at the constant work.  Then, over time, it started to pinch too much and eventually wound up in the bottom of the toy box.

I always loved what the cage did for his headspace.  While he was always obedient on the orgasm control front, even without the cage… there’s something about that lock around his balls that just does something to him.  But the cost of trying out cage after cage until we found the right one was enough of a detractor to put the idea of getting a new one on the back burner.

As we’ve discussed taking our relationship into a deeper, more controlled dynamic, the topic of a new chastity cage came up.  Knowing how easily it makes him slip into the headspace I want to start keeping him in, it was an easy decision to start looking at the options again.  Sending my boy on the mission to research them all thoroughly and pick his own bondage carefully… he chose the birdlocked classic.  The hope is that the soft material will be able to hold up under his work conditions.

I do know that the first night spent locked up again nearly drove him mad.  Poor boy, always wanting what he can’t have, he wiggled and moan and whimper for nearly 20 mins.  I’m sure I didn’t help his situation with my verbal taunts and wandering hand.  e him mad.  rou.  e to hold up  to

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

On The First Day of Christmas

 Usually, this time of year is full of kids, family, parties and travel for us.  Kink tends to take a back seat till closer to New Year's when things start to calm down again.  This year, as plans started to fall into place, I realized it would make everyone's life easier if we got our half of the celebrations out of the way early. In doing so, I've inadvertently strung 10 kid free, little to no work, and no where I have to be days together.   My boy and I have been stirring the hornets nest to see what trouble we can stir up... and it looks like it may turn out to be a fun filled week.  So in classical holiday tradition (I'm such a sucker for the holidays), I bring you the "The 10 days of Kinky Christmas".

On the first day of kinky christmas, I bring you a delightful interview I did with the Queen of Spades Diary.  A fun snapshot of how I got to where I am (including some lovely pictures).  In addition, there's a follow up with an illustrated version of a short writing piece I wrote early in my cuckold adventures.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Holding Back

The past couple of weeks has been a little slow in the kink department.  After our wonderful night with Mr L., we had one last guest for the weekend.  AJ is a younger fellow we meet a few months ago.  To be honest, our first encounter was a little meh on the sexual side of the house… but he had a bit of a dominant streak and I loved watching him fuck my cuck.  After he had left, my cuck and I went through our usually rehashing of events and comparing notes.  Kind of a kinky after action review, with a dash of teasing and torment.  My boy was a little surprised when I said the sex was just good.  Admittedly, AJ had me squirting often through the whole encounter… so it was tough to explain what was off at first.  Best I could say was it felt like he was trying too hard.  

It’s an interesting phenomenon to watch manifest itself as I’ve wondered down my sexual path.  Being one who firmly believes in going after what you want, I’ve found getting what I want sexually is about being up-front about what you like and don’t like.  So when I chat with men, I’m pretty much up-front about what I like in the bedroom.  These days, it’s a tall order.  I’ve noticed the more I’ve been able to articulate what I like, the more I’ve come across men who will try to be this thing I want, but it’s not a natural thing for them.  They will literally try and role play the part I’ve spelled out for them.  Problem is, it just doesn’t work for me.  If it feels forced, it’s hard for me to relax, because I start to worrying if the other one is having a good time.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I would never speak ill of any of these men.  For many, it was their first time with a cuck couple.  For others, I think it was something that sounded hot in talk, but in reality, it just wasn’t something that came naturally for them.  With AJ, it turns out, it was all just the jitters. LOL.

Even though my sex-snobby self usually doesn’t want to bother again when the sex is just meh..finding bi-sexual tops isn’t an easy thing.  There aren’t too many out there to begin with, but when you tack on the black, 8”+, and crazy stamina that I require of any of my lovers… it gets a bit tougher.  AJ is one of the very few we’ve met that actually likes to fuck my cuck.  We did have a really good time with him.  He enjoyed being rough, has a wonderful cock, really enjoyed watching me humiliate my cuck, and even chimed in a time or two himself. It was easy to see that with someone like AJ, I could explore some avenues I just hadn’t had a chance to yet.  So I decided I wanted to see him again anyway.  When the second date came round…


It was almost night and day from his first visit.  I jokingly told my cuck that I thought the stiffness the first night was because he was trying to hold back.  Why?  I’m not sure.  But needless to say.. we’ve had several more visits from AJ since. 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

The Birth of a Contemptuous Bitch

Back when we started, when he first asked if he could be my cuckold, I was pretty adamant that humiliation wasn’t something I’d ever be ok with.  I just couldn’t wrap my head around the notion of being able to treat someone you dearly love with such utter contentment.  I couldn’t see how I could respect a person who would let me do that to him. I mean, I was all about the equity crowd and the cuckolding alone was a bit of a curve, welcomed, but still a curve.

But then, almost from the start, it was kind of fun to put him in embarrassing positions in front of my lovers.  I still remember the first time.  Most of the guys we were playing with were still mostly straight, so we really hadn’t done any forced-bi.  We were also still a little green on our search process.  The gentlemen we had over that night was a great guy with a pretty nice cock… but just kinda lack the right umpf in the bedroom for me.  My cuck already knew this one wasn’t going to work out and had that sheepish look on his face.  I don’t know if it was my frustrations, or that apologetic look on my cucks face that set me off.  I crooked my finger at my cuck, a little push with my hand to bend him over the dresser and I proceeded to spank him while my guest kept right on fucking me.  The essence?  The bitch got punished for my lover being an average kind of lay.  And right in front of the guy to boot.  Now, no words were ever exchanged between my cuck and I that whole time.  But after my guest left for the night, my cuck bent down, kissed my feet and apologized for wasting my time.  I completely melted!

When the forced-bi came along, I realized how excited it made me to taunt my cuck while his mouth was wrapped around my lover’s cock.  Things like making him mumble how much he knew I was going to enjoy fucking it and how much bigger it was then his.  The first time I spit roasted him, I just gushed everywhere.  I think, even back then, I knew my sadism went beyond the physical… it’s just hard to admit to oneself that you really like being a meanie.  I still worried about whether I could respect him after shoving him down that way.  

I remember his reaction the first time I called him my little dick.  He melted into a delicious gooey mess.  I’m pretty sure there was even a tear in his eyes.  It made me swoon just a little.  I’ve dipped my toe a little deeper as we’ve moved along, but more recently, I find I’m getting much more accustomed to the water and really liking it.  Like those moments he gets that pained look in his eyes, it makes me rather lusty.  When he gets all small and vulnerable, all I want to do is tear him up.  When he pouts or whines… I get a little giddy.  I realized then, that yes, I found I actually respected him a little more.

Most of the lover’s I’ve had have not been able to really get in to humiliating my cuck this much.  They all find it hot to watch me kick him around a bit, but never really joined in.  A few would might hurl a couple insults a bit, a few more kinda got off on telling me what to say to him.  But we were struggling to find a good bulls who could really enjoy the entertainment, almost as much as I do.  
But with Mr. L., oh my, did we have fun!  With the others, I’ve always felt I had to hold back a bit to keep them from getting too uncomfortable.  Some men just can’t watch another man get decimated that way.  Mr. L. LOVED IT!  I think when he walked in and barked at my cuck, there’s was kind of a small sigh of relief that washed over me, that I kinda let loose on that sadist in me.  At times, I was a rather mean and vile at him.  To the point that when reflecting on it, I sort of shocked myself.  Oh, don’t get me wrong.  Not for one moment do I regret anything I said or did.  By shocked, I mean that I was shocked that something I was quite adamant about in the beginning of the relationship had been completely thrown out the window.  These days, I can be quite the bully... though I’m usually laughing the entire time I belittle the shit out of him.  

What I find so fascinating is just how turned on it really makes me.  Much like the physical aspects of sadism, the mental just turns my cranks far more than I ever expected.  I still worry a little, in the back of my mind, whether there’s still a point where the respect goes out the window.  But for now, I just love the man even more for not only putting up with my utter contempt at times, but actually adoring me for willing to be so cruel.   It’s still quite amazing how all this stuff really works out.