As the Cuckold Turns

Well… once again, it’s been awhile.  Life around here has been merrily ticking along a rather chaotic pace.  Hectic work schedules for the boy and I, plus a little chaos via the ex, meant playtime was a bit non-existent through Jan and Feb.  We’d sneak a little fun in when we could, but it was rare.

Sadly, through the chaos, we lost touch with Mr L.  I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed about it too.  Playing with Mr L was fun and hawt.  I felt like we clicked on a lot of levels and was looking forward to seeing where that relationship might have developed into.  While I suspect the lost contact was primarily due to our inability to free up time that worked with his schedule as well… it’s hard not to delve a little deeper and wonder if there was more going on.  

Most of men I had enjoyed were more mildly kinky guys with aggressive, assertive tendencies.  I’m not a submissive type and most of our focus has been finding the type of men who are sexually compatible with me.  While we’ve had a lot of luck finding some wonderful men to play with, one thing I noticed a lot was no real desire in dominating my cuck at all.  They all would get wildly turned on when I would actively dominate him, a few would pass a few orders threw me, and some gave it the old college try but it was easy to tell they just didn’t enjoy it.  

So we started looking more toward dominant types.  While the encounters themselves have been great and no one has tried crossing boundaries or seem to complain… we also haven’t had any of the dominant types last much more then 2-3 encounters.   It’s hard not to wonder if my lack of submissiveness plays a factor in that.  Not that it really would matter much, it’s hard for me to change my nature and I’m not entirely sure I really want to.

But disappointment aside, we’ve had some hot fun nights.  AJ has steadily become a regular at our place.  We even managed a fun tag team night with Aj and the Chemist.  The Pup has managed a couple more appearances and we’ve enjoyed having him.  There was a nice reconnect with D2 as well.  

On the chastity front, the birdlock turned out to be a HUGE dud for us.  While it lived up to its billing as extremely comfortable to wear was spot on.  The fact that it would literally fall off on its own while he slept at night pretty much made it worthless for what I was looking for.  Feeling a bit determined to find something that would work for us, I sent the boy searching again and low and behold, we found a relatively new device called the Holy Trainer.  It’s designed for simplicity, comfort and discretion and I’m happy to say its living up to its billing so far.  We’re still in the breaking in phase, but so far I’m pretty happy.

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