Release Dates

I have gotten many different opinions concerning release dates, of late. The question is, which is better, a fixed date or an unknown date? I am sure that one is not particularly better than the other, but most couples have their own opinions on the matter. Here are what I see as the pros and cons of each.

Fixed Dates:

Pros: Many people like to have a specific day that they can look forward to. A point on the calendar that makes them feel more secure. Secure in the knowledge that, unless other factors interfere with it, there is a date set when they will get their desired release. Sometimes, the KH (or Mistress) can make changes, extensions, or even shorten the period before release, and that gives her some flexibility. But having a date that the chaste can point to as the day he will get an orgasm, can be an incentive for him.

Cons: What happens if the day arrives but one (or both) of you don't feel up to engaging in the activities that would be required to insure a satisfactory release? That is, maybe the KH isn't feeling well, or at least not up to the task that particular day. Or, suppose something else (beyond your control) prevents the release and both partners are left disappointed. Stuff happens. Maybe a “Target Date” would be better. Something to shoot for, but that is flexible.

Hopes & Dreams

I can't really speak for others, but I suspect I'm not alone when it comes to the hopes and dreams of being in chastity. I talk to quite a few others who are in chastity (or at least are at times) and it seems to me, that no matter what the polls may say, not many really get what they hoped for when they first started out. That is to say, their dreams (mine included) did not fully materialize into reality. At least, not the way they expected them to.

Here's what I perceive as the difference between fantasy and reality:

Fantasy: My KH (Mistress, wife, lover...) will love the idea.

Reality: She may not love it but merely agree to it. Or she may love it. This one is a draw.

A Conversation with Charlie

For those of you who don't know, I named my cock “Charlie.” That may seem silly to some of you, hell, it's silly to me, but I like to think I have a good sense of humor and I often let it seep into my writing. For those of you who watch “TV Land” (or are old enough to remember) Charlie the Tuna was always trying to get caught by Star Kist tuna. But they would always tell him, “Sorry, Charlie. Only the best tuna become Star Kist.” So when my wife (Mistress Ivey) put my cock in chastity, I named him Charlie because his orgasms were no longer his (or mine), and when Mistress would ruin an orgasm she would say, “Sorry Charlie.”

I thought it might be interesting to have a conversation with Charlie and see just how he feels about chastity. After all, it effects him just as much as it does me.

Chastity & Masculinity

You wear a chastity device, therefore you must be a sissy. I hate that way of thinking. Even if I were a “Sissy-Gurl” does that truly make me less of a man? I don't think so. I don't let my (or anyone else's) sexual preferences define me (or my feelings about them).

How does one define masculinity? Is it the cigarettes you smoke? Or maybe the liquor you drink? Perhaps it's the type of dog you own? Certainly it can't be whether or not you wear a chastity device. Maybe it's the type of clothing you wear? If you think it's any of the above, then you are very narrow minded. Open up!

I don't believe in the superiority of either sex. Not in the REAL world anyway. Of course, you can make generalities about things like: Men are superior athletically; Or women are better at this or that. However, there are always exceptions to every rule (or generality). In other words, there may be a few men who actually are (based on behavior) less of a man when they are in chastity. But as a general rule I don't believe that because one wears a chastity device that that, alone, makes them any less masculine.

Expectations

As children, one of the lessons we learn in growing up is that fantasies are often more exciting than reality. At least, we are supposed to learn that, I think. I hear so many people say how disappointing something was when their fantasy became reality. For example, a trip to Disney World may sound like a dream come true, but once you get there and realize how much it costs, how whinny the kids can be, and that those characters you've always wanted to meet don't talk, not to mention the long lines and heat... Well, I think you get my point.

Life is full of expectations that often are not fulfilled by the reality of what we hoped, or dreamed. Chastity is no exception. Many times, what we fantasize about in relation to chastity, is not what really happens. For example, you may have wanted to be put in chastity because, in your dreams about it, your Mistress would tease you in many different ways, day in and day out. It may even have been that way when things first got started, but after awhile the excitement wears off and things settle into a 'norm' that is not what you were hoping it would be. Or, perhaps, you find yourself wishing you could just take the thing off and masturbate once in awhile because Mistress has not been teasing you regularly.

Why Chastity?

There are actually a great number of men who enjoy being chaste and under the control of their female counterpart. Yes, I said, “enjoy.” Why would a man want to have some woman lock his cock up so that he can't even touch it for his own pleasure? I mean, really, does that make sense to you?

Of course it makes sense. There are many reasons why men love chastity. Probably the most common reason is love. That's right, I said, “love.” You see, when a man loves his wife (or girlfriend, or what have you) he wants her to be happy. By allowing her to take complete control of their sex life, he is showing her that he loves her.

Pleasing Mistress

The other night, Mistress got it into her head that I had not been giving her enough orgasms. I told her that I had given her all that she had ask of me, but it seems she now wanted more. Okay, I can deal with that. I also hoped that she would give me a good bit of teasing, if nothing else...

She stripped naked and lay herself (face down) on our bed. She told me to start with a back massage. I got myself naked as well (except for the CB3k to which only she has the key). Then I proceeded to pour some nice almond-scented oil on her back. I stroked her softly, gently massaging the oil onto the smooth skin of her back. Then I moved to her feet. After all, if this was to be an erotic massage, one should always massage toward the erogenous zones, not away from them.

I rubbed oil on the soles of her feet, the tops of her feet and then moved up to her smoothly shaven calves. I took special care to use both hands on each calf to massage the muscles until they were completely relaxed before moving up to her silken thighs. I worked every muscle carefully as my hands moved ever-so slowly toward the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs. By the time I reached her bottom, she was pushing it upwards as my hands passed gently over the smooth skin. Then I used more and more force to massage the cheeks of her round bottom.

By the time I was finished, she was practically begging me to massage the soft folds of her outer labia. As my fingers began to tease the tender flesh of her outer labia, Mistress rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, placing them on either side of me. She ordered me to lick her. I was hesitant. Not because I didn't want to, or that I found it distasteful in any way. God knows I love licking and sucking on her most erogenous zone of all, bringing her to one crashing orgasm after another. But because to do so would turn me on immensely and I was still wearing my CB3k complete with points of intrigue (POI - little teeth that dig ever-so sharply into my cock should it even think of getting hard).

Yes, those little teeth are a very BIG deterrent to getting turned on. I knew better than to say anything about it to Mistress because she would only laugh and enjoy my pain more than I hated it. So there I was, faced with the prospect of doing the one thing I love doing more than anything else, and at the same time, paying the price for it. So I dove in. My tongue lapping gently at her inner labia, spreading them so as to allow it entry to her sweetest of honey pots. Before I could even get around to teasing her clit with my eager tongue, those tiny teeth began to take away my joy.

My CB3k with POI was now my enemy. Every lick of my tongue, every taste of Mistress' sweet nectar, gave me more and more pain. It was becoming almost unbearable. I say almost only because I would endure a great deal more pain just to taste what my tongue was now enjoying.

After about ten minutes of pure torture, Mistress burst into her first orgasm. I held my head on place by wrapping my arms around her thighs as tightly as I could. My tongue kept on doing its job as did those POI. At last, there was the second orgasm, followed shortly by her third and forth and fifth ones. She was now squeezing my head so tightly between her wonderful thighs that I could no longer breath. The teeth I felt on my swollen (but not erect) cock was intense. But still I continued. Finally, I felt Mistress going into her sixth orgasm in a row. I knew that my pain and my pleasure were almost at an end.

She pushed my head away and ordered me to stop. She couldn't take anymore. She had had her fill for the night. I lay quietly beside her as she rested, catching her breath. My own swelling was finally going down, and I was almost positive that those little teeth had drawn blood. I quickly checked to be sure. Thank God, no blood, but it sure felt like it. It took almost five minutes for the swelling to subside enough so that the teeth no longer caused me pain.

Mistress finally spoke again. She wanted to know how I was able to keep going even though I was in such pain. Of course, my response was that I loved her and would do anything for her, in spite of the pain. She told me that she was pleased with my performance, that I deserved a reward. My mind was filled with visions of my cock spurting semen high into the air, perhaps several times. However, it was not to be. She told me my reward would be a repeat performance tomorrow night.

Such is the life of a chastity slave...

nemo

Tease, Denial and CBT

This blog is all about teasing. Some men love to have their cock teased for hours on end, day after day. Most women don't really understand why that is, but don't feel bad, many men don't know either. Cock teasing is one of the things I like best about being a slave. In fact, cock teasing is my favorite part of being a slave. I would rather have my cock teased for hours, day after day, than have an orgasm every day. I can't explain it except to say, “It's fun!”

Orgasm denial is something that many men also love. As I said above, I prefer cock teasing to having actual orgasms. Therefore, orgasm denial is a natural and exciting part of cock teasing. Of course, most men (me included) like to think we are going to get an orgasm the next time our cock is teased, but in reality, we also hope we won't. It's the thought that we might, that keeps our interest in our Mistresses.

Cock and ball torture (CBT) is something that many men enjoy as well. For me, it's not so much the pain I enjoy, it's that Mistress is taking the time to tease and torture my cock. I love attention, and if that means I have to endure a little pain to make Mistress happy, then so be it. I can't speak for other men on this, but I do know that CBT is a big part of cock teasing and orgasm denial. Of course, male chastity is another big part. After all, many of us are so weak (no insult intended) that without chastity devices, we would masturbate and ruin the thrill of being denied an orgasm. Thus taking the orgasm control away from our Mistress. That would not be fun.

So there you have it. If you want a photo example of chastity, just read the last post I made...

Real Chastity!

Sometimes, a photo (or two) is all you need...

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See what I mean?

The Long Tease

Mistress has found a new tease to use on me. Well, it's not really new, but it was new to me when she first did it. Here's what happened...

Mistress tied me down to the bed, spread-eagle of course, and removed my CB3000. Then she tied a shoelace around my balls (much like the photo). After oiling her hand really good she proceeded to massage my cock. Now I say “massage” because she was not gripping it tightly enough to call it masturbation. Her hand fairly glided over the surface of my skin, not even pulling it up or down.

I don't know about you other guys, but this drove me absolutely wild. Her hands did not grip me firmly enough for me to have an orgasm, although I did manage to get close a few dozen times, at which point she would stop. Completely letting go of my poor throbbing cock until throbbing subsided (somewhat). Then she would repeat the process. Over and over I felt those soft hands gently (ever-so gently) sliding up and back down my hard cock. Ever time I would get close, she stopped. Then it would start all over again. The head was getting so sensitive that when she let her fingers slip over it, it would make my cock jerk in response.

She did this for over an hour! Needless to say, I was literally begging her to let me cum, but of course, she would not allow that. I have never had a tease session quite like it before. Normally, Mistress will change tactics from time to time while she is teasing me and the variety keeps my mind busy enjoying all the different sensations. But not this time! Oh no! This time she only did the one form of teasing and by the time she finished I was going out of my mind!

She had to use an ice pack to get the “swelling” down in order to put me back in my cage. Now, I walk around thinking about that session constantly and I will do anything to get her to allow me to come. I don't think she knew what that my reaction would be so great. All I can think about is maybe cumming next time. If I do, it will definitely be explosive!

nemo

Cruel or Sadistic?

I know the dictionary defines the two as pretty much the same thing, however, having a Mistress with a sadistic side, I have my own definitions. Please understand, this is only offered in the best of humor. If anyone takes offense at anything in this post... Oh well.

A Cruel Mistress will beat you with her riding crop until you almost bleed.

A Sadistic Mistress will only threaten to, then smile and walk away, leaving you bound to the table.

A Cruel Mistress will make sure your chastity device has sharp spikes to prevent erection.

A Sadistic Mistress will fondle your body and whisper erotic things in your ear to make sure they work.

A Cruel Mistress will make you lick her boots clean as soon as she gets home.

A Sadistic Mistress will kick you in the balls first.

A Cruel Mistress will fuck your ass with a large strap-on dildo.

A Sadistic Mistress will only allow you to suck on it.

A Cruel Mistress will make you rake the leaves from the yard while naked.

A Sadistic Mistress will make you shovel the snow off the driveway.

A Cruel Mistress will make you watch as her huge-cocked lover fucks her.

A Sadistic Mistress will make make him fuck you.

A Cruel Mistress will make you lick her pussy clean when he is done.

A Sadistic Mistress will make you lick him clean when he is done.

A Cruel Mistress will keep you in chastity for a year without release.

A Sadistic Mistress will fuck you every day of that year and still not give you release.

A Cruel Mistress will smile and tell you all the nasty things she intends to do to you.

A Sadistic Mistress will only smile.

A Cruel Mistress will smile and tell you all the nasty things she intends to do to you.

A Sadistic Mistress will smile as she does them.

A Cruel Mistress will dress you up as a French maid and make you clean the house.

A Sadistic Mistress will dress you up as a French maid and make you clean the neighbor's house.

A Cruel Mistress will lock you in a chastity device and keep you there for a year.

A Sadistic Mistress will lock you in a chastity device and throw away the key after gluing the lock.

nemo

Last Friday

There I was, taking a short nap with Mistress. Suddenly there was a warm hand on my thigh. It slid slowly and smoothly up over my cock and balls and on up across my tummy all the way to my left nipple. I knew right then that I was going to get turned on. Not that I had a choice, you understand. After all, I am Mistress' toy. Hers to play with, to enjoy any time she wants any way she wants. I just thought I was going to get a little sleep, nothing more.

Her fingers began gently pinching my nipple. Then they pinched a little harder. Then harder still until I wriggled in an attempt to escape from the pain. However, escape I could not. She chuckled at my attempts to pull away. She taunted me, asking if I liked my nipples pinched. Of course, what else could I say? I was there to please her. Whatever that might mean.

She continued taunting me, asking if my cock wanted some attention as well. I am a man. Of course my cock wanted attention. Doesn't it always? That's the down side of being male, you always want what you rarely get. Especially for a male like me who gets locked in a chastity device. Every time it is removed, I, and my cock, hope for release, but it doesn't always happen. Like this particular Friday afternoon.

I felt her warm fingers snake their way back down to my crotch where they played lightly with my cock and balls until 'Charlie' (a name you'll understand in a moment) began to stiffen considerably. The stroking began. It felt wonderful! That warm hand slowly moving up and down that hard shaft, drawing me ever closer to the orgasm that still seemed so far away. Mistress chose that moment to release her hold on 'Charlie' and ordered me to lay on my stomach on the bed.

Mistress went to the closet to retrieve her little bag of torment (her toy bag) and set it on the bed next to me. She opened the bag and began laying out several items. I couldn't see them, I had my head buried in a pillow. I didn't want to see them. I didn't want to think about what might (or might not) happen to me.

Mistress placed a set of leather wrist and ankle restraints on me. And then assembled two spreader bars, one for my wrists and the other for my ankles. Then she attached them to the cuffs. My legs were spread wide but my wrists were only about a foot apart. I felt her warm hand on my exposed (and naked) bottom. She squeezed first one cheek and then the other, telling me to relax as she firmly massaged and kneaded each. It was always difficult for me to relax in situations like this because she has a sadistic side that just loves inflicting pain when I least expect it. Like now!

I felt the sharp sting of her most severe flogger. It has only nine tails but they are made of a course, heavy leather and tend to make themselves known in a very severe way. I squirmed in an attempt to escape her attack on my bottom, but that only made her taunt me more and flick the flogger even harder against my still white butt cheeks. When she tired of that, she turned to a small, but very painful, paddle. It's only about three inches wide and a foot long, but it stings like hell when she really wants it to. However, this time she was tapping my ass so lightly with it, that I could hardly feel it at all. I knew what was coming and I could not relax the muscles in my ass to save my life.

Mistress began massaging my bottom again and before I knew it I was all relaxed. For a moment... Smack! I felt my body shake as the ripples of pain shot from my ass though my entire body. Then there was another smack on the other cheek this time. I think I screamed. I know I tried to move out of range (to no avail) and then there was another smack on the same cheek this time. There was a fourth and a fifth smack on alternating cheeks. I felt the burning spread over an ever increasing area.

When the attack stopped, I heard Mistress' voice taunting me, again. She was delighted with all my squirming and writhing. She briefly soothed my now sore bottom with her hand. It felt good. Well, until I felt the steel-bristled dog brush smack down in the exact same area the paddle had just reddened. I couldn't tell if she hit my ass hard enough to draw blood or not, but it sure felt like it. The blows from the brush continued for a few moments, then suddenly stopped. They were again replaced by the warmth of her soft, loving hand.

I was then ordered to turn onto my back. I managed to do it, but it was quite a feat considering both spreaders were still in place. Once I was in position, Mistress placed a pillow over my face (thank goodness). As I said before, I don't like to see what's coming. Mistress asked if I wanted to cum. My cock was still hard and of course I did.

That's when I felt the cold lubrication she used to make her hand slippery enough to stroke my cock without giving me too much (or should I say enough) stimulation to cum. It was then that I realized the lubricant she used was one of those that gets hot when the friction starts. It was very stimulating. Mistress' hand glided smoothly, and excruciatingly slowly, up and down the shaft of my cock, interspersed with a few rapid firm strokes.

It wasn't long before Mistress had me at the point where I was begging her to let me cum, but she insisted that I hold out. Hold out? I couldn't hold out. Not when she kept teasing my cock by releasing her grip every time I would get close to cumming. She was laughing and having the time of her life. The closer she brought me toward an orgasm, and then denying it, just made her more and more excited with the entire procedure. Finally, I could hold out no longer and just when I thought I was going to get the release I so desperately wanted (no, needed), she released her grip again. This time, however, she had pushed me just a little too far and a few seconds later my cum started oozing out of the tip of my poor teased cock.

Instead of scolding me for having cum, Mistress immediately grabbed my cock and started in again. She massaged the tip in hopes of driving me crazy, but since my orgasm was ruined, I was not as sensitive as I would have been if I had had a full orgasm. Once she realized what had happened, she began to repeat the entire procedure. She stroked my cock, taunting me, teasing me about having not gotten the release I wanted. My body tensed, my hips pushed upward, and she released her grip on my cock again. Again, my orgasm was ruined. The cum only dribbled out She was proud of herself for having ruined two orgasms so close together. I, on the other hand, was disappointed to say the least.

Mistress continued teasing me and my cock for a few minutes but never allowed me to get close to orgasm again. When she was finally finished, my poor cock was left standing at attention... unsatisfied! Mistress was happy. I looked down at my poor cock and said, “Sorry, Charlie” as if it were a tuna that wasn't good enough for Star Kist.

nemo

Looking for Mistress

I have been around for a good long while. I have seen a good number of men try (in vein) to find a Mistress online. I have some serious advice for those of you who are seriously looking, whether online or in real life.

The biggest mistake I have seen is men sending photos of their genitals when first approaching a woman who might be a prospective Mistress. First of all, women are NOT like men! Most of them do NOT appreciate photos of this sort. In fact, most women will reject you immediately upon receiving this type of email or post. So don't do it!

If you see a woman online (or in real life) that you think you would like to have control you, the first thing you should do is POLITELY introduce yourself. You can tell her who you are and what you are looking for, but by no means tell her that you want to cum all over their boots and then lick them clean. This sort of thing is just not acceptable to most women. They may, eventually, want you to do just that, but when you first meet (especially online) you should show her that you are intelligent, and perhaps witty, but not that you are good at groveling. You might also point out that you have read (I suggest actually doing it first) some of her posts and that you find her to be intelligent and witty (or whatever).

Basically, what you want to do is to get to know this person. Find out all you can about them. Then, if she likes you, and the time is right, you can ask if she would be willing to take you on as a sub/slave. But NOT before. If you are looking for someone to control you online or in a long-distance relationship, you should explain that. Don't assume that because she is online in some BDSM chat room or forum, that she is looking for what you want. She has her own reasons for being there and if she indicates that she is looking for what you are offering, then you can ask her about it. However, most potential Mistresses would prefer to know you on a more personal level. And if you are honest about who and what you are, you will have much better luck finding a match.

So don't be too quick to jump into the role of sex-slave. If the two of you are a good match, it will happen, but if you aren't, then keep looking. She is out there! You WILL find her, but you must be patient and always, ALWAYS get to know her and who and what she is before you throw yourself at her feet. I assure you, you have a much better chance by showing her how intelligent you are than by how well you can grovel at her feet.

nemo

Coming Out?

There are a great number of men in our society today who actually enjoy being locked in some kind of chastity device. There are many more who wish they could but are afraid to bring up the subject to their significant others (be it wife, girlfriend, or what have you). As a male slave who fully understands the frustration of these men, perhaps this blog can help.

If you have never experienced the joy that being locked in chastity can bring, you don't know what you are missing. Perhaps you have had fantasies about being locked up, or maybe you never even thought about it at all. Maybe you thought chastity belts were a women only thing and that no one even makes a chastity device for men. Think about it. Chastity can be fun for both partners whether you play at it occasionally or do it on a semi-permanent or even permanent basis.

I know how difficult, even frightening, it can be just thinking about bringing up the subject to your wife (or girlfriend). So here are a few ideas that might make the job a little easier. So, perhaps, you can avoid the fear of rejection and/or humiliation that comes along with it.

First of all, if your wife is not even into being dominant once in awhile in bed, try dropping her some hints. Ask her if she is really satisfied with your sex life the way it has been going. If she answers “Yes,” then you have an opening. Tell her that you found a website that might be of interest to her. Don't worry, all the web sites you need are listed in the right hand column under “Special Links.” That's why they are there! If she gets suspicious (which happens), ask instead, if there is anything you can do for her to make it better. Better for HER!

If, on the other hand, she says, “No,” you will need to take another tack. You will have to show her that you can and want to be a better lover. It's not hard. But you have to exerciser a little self control. The next time you make love, REALLY make love to her. Do it just like you did when you were first dating (or newly weds). You have to make everything about HER. Do everything you know she likes and DON'T ask for anything in return. If she notices the improvement, now's the time to write her a letter. Tell her how you feel, that you want to make her sex life better. Tell you want her to take charge and tell you what she wants more of, what you can do around the house to make her happier. Tell her you love her and want to serve her better, in every way!

Then, when she gets curious about all this, send her to the appropriate websites I have listed in the right hand column. You may be surprised at the result. Not every woman who dominates her man runs around all day wearing thigh-high boots and carrying a riding crop in her hand. Most, in fact, are just ordinary housewives who have discovered that men do better when they are dominated.

Tease a man's cock and deny him an orgasm and he will quickly become any woman's slave. Lock him in a chastity device and he will grovel at her feet. If you don't agree with those last two statements, then why are you reading this blog???

Good luck. If you need any more advice, feel free to write me. I answer every serious question I receive. You might also check out the “To My Wife” letter on this blog.

nemo

Our First Scene

I remember (very well) my very first scene with Mistress Ivey. It took place in her living room. I guess the details of what she did are not as important as the feelings I had both during and after the scene. So that's what this blog is about.

I remember how it all began. Mistress called me into her living room and told me to sit in one of the comfortable chairs. It was this first time she had allowed me to do that. Normally I was required to sit on the floor or on one of those hard metal folding chairs. (I can't kneel in the typical slave position because my legs just can't take it. That happens when you get older.) I watched as she unpacked her toy bag and laid out everything (or so I thought) that she intended to use during the scene.

When she had all the toys laid out neatly, Mistress set the coffee table in the center of the room. She covered it with two blankets to give it a little padding. Then she instructed me to lay on my stomach on it. As soon as I was in position, Mistress attached wrist and ankle cuffs along with spreader bars. The bar between my wrists was a few inches longer than the table was wide allowing her to run it beneath the table. Thus trapping my arms at the sides of the table near my head. The spreader bar between my ankles was much longer and held my feet wide apart.

Mistress leaned down and whispered in my ear (so close I could feel her warm breath as she spoke), “Are you ready, my sweet?” I answered in the affirmative and she covered my eyes with a blindfold. I was nervous. Have I ever mentioned that Mistress has a sadistic side that actually scares me? Her previous slave could take a really severe beating and taunt her for more. I admit to not being that tough.

Suddenly I felt the soft, gentle touch of her hands as Mistress began running them up and down the entire length of my body. I remember how warm and gentle they felt against my skin. I heard the music coming from the CD player. It was a soft tune I hadn't heard before, but that, combined with her gentle touch, quickly put me at ease.

Then her fun began. The Wartenberg wheel ran up and down my body as her soft hands had done only a moment ago. I reacted by squirming only a little, trying to remain still for Mistress. After that, I felt the tails of one of her floggers tickling the skin on my upturned bottom. Then it came crashing down, again and again, turning the skin on my ass pink.

After that I quickly lost track of everything, the music, sharp or thuddy blows of whichever implement she was striking me at the moment. She used every flogger she owns on me one after another along with a two riding crops and a cane. The cane was a real surprise as she had not laid out a cane while I was watching. I do remember how the cane felt as each blow landed on my bottom and upper thighs. I felt as if it were cutting into my flesh, slicing me open with each blow. But, of course, it was not.

I lost all recognition of what was happening as my head began to swim. I remembered my lights (safe words) as I know she asked for them several times just to make sure I was still conscious. But other than those few brief moments, most of what she did to me was lost in a dream-like reality. When she finished, my ass was very sore, burning even. Mistress rubbed some aloe into it as I tried to return to her from wherever it was I had been. Only later would I discover that she had left some very nice marks on my ass.

Mistress unfastened one end of each spreader bar and helped me to turn onto my back. My hands were refastened then my ankles. This time my feet rested on the floor and the spreader bar ran behind the legs of the table so that I could not move them. Then Mistress sat down on the end of the table between my thighs holding them in place with her own. I could not see, but I could hear. What I heard was a bottle of some kind being opened. Mistress was talking to me, telling something about having been good and that she was going to reward me.

Suddenly I felt her hand wrap around my half-hard cock. It was cold! Then I realized why. Mistress had lubrication on her hand. She began slowly stroking my cock ever so gently. Starting at the base her hand would slowly move upward until her fingers could wrap over the tip and back again. It felt so good! All the while Mistress was talking to me, telling me what a good job I had done, how proud she was that I was able to take all that she had done to me, and how I was now being rewarded.

It didn't take long before I felt an orgasm rising up from deep within my groin. I said, “I'm going to cum!” Knowing, even half hoping, Mistress would stop stroking me to tease me and even deny me the release that I wanted. But she didn't. She kept right on stroking and she gave me permission to cum. As surprising as that was, it didn't hold me back and my cum began to race up the length on my cock toward freedom. When the very first spurt hit the air, Mistress released my cock altogether. I might have screamed, I don't really remember, my head was still swimming from the beating. But then, when the second shot only trickled out, Mistress grabbed my cock and began stroking it fast and hard.

I couldn't decide if my orgasm had been ruined or not. Actually, it was, but she wasn't going to stop stroking it, nor was she going to stop rubbing the head, causing me excruciating pleasure. I know that sounds like an oxymoron but if you have ever been tortured that way, you know what I mean. I screamed and begged her to stop, but she only laughed and told me that she was rewarding me for having been so good. Her idea of a reward and mine apparently differ.

When she finally released my cock and allowed me to relax, she began releasing my bonds as I tried to catch my breath. The last thing she did was to remove my blindfold. Then she wrapped me in the blanket upon which I was laying and helped me to the couch where she cuddled and comforted me for the next half hour. It was then that she told me the entire scene had lasted over ninety minutes. I couldn't believe it. It seemed like only thirty to me. But then, I had lost track of things somewhere along the way.

All in all, it was a very rewarding experience. One I have never forgotten, and I am sure I never will. That was the day I knew I truly belonged to Mistress Ivey. I was proud and happy. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged. I knew I would never leave her service.

Slave nemo

Teased & Denied!

Last night Mistress and I sat in bed talking for awhile. We talked about many things including how much she was enjoying her role as my Mistress. She especially enjoys the part where she can have as many orgasms as she wants, in whatever way she wants them. She has always been a little apprehensive because she was never quite sure just how dedicated I was to being her slave. But that lately, she has come to realize that I am totally dedicated and I am very willing to do whatever she wants me to do. Eventually I got tired and she got hungry so I rolled over to go to sleep and she went to the kitchen to see what she could find to eat.

Mistress came back to bed about an hour later and woke me up. She told me to remove the shorts that I normally wear to bed (I have been waiting for her to give me the order to never wear them again). When I stood up she told me to close and lock our bedroom door. I knew what that meant, so I quickly complied and then lay back down on the bed next to her. She had removed her night gown and was waiting for me. At that point, Mistress rolled onto her stomach and ordered me to rub her back. Naturally I was eager to comply.

As I started gently stroking her soft, bare skin, Mistress told me that I had permission to touch her ass as well as her back. I took that to mean that I should include her beautifully rounded bottom in my long, slow strokes. Of course, I did just that. I always jump at the chance to touch any of her more erogenous zones and her bottom is just one such place. My cock was already hard and my pre-cum was beginning to leak out of the tip.

After about ten minutes into my gentle back massage, Mistress rolled onto her back and told me to continue. I asked if I was permitted to include her breasts and she answered in the affirmative. It didn't take long before she grabbed a hank of my hair and pulled my head over to her breast indicating that I was suck on her nipple. I was thrilled that I was given this opportunity and that she had so forcefully demonstrated that I was to do it. My hands kept roaming over her body including gently, teasingly, passing over her, now wet, pussy. I dared not try to massage her clit or push my fingers into her, for I did not have permission for that.

It didn't take her long before Mistress ordered me to get the large vibrator out of the nightstand. I quickly reached over and extracted the device and switched it on. Mistress ordered me to masturbate her with the vibrator. I love doing that to her because I know how much pleasure she gets from it. I know the exact spot to place the vibrator to get give her the most pleasure so, naturally, that's exactly where I put it. In a matter of only a few minutes Mistress was in the throws of her first orgasm of the night. I continued teasing her clit with the vibrator until she had at least two more orgasms and she ordered me to give her the vibrator.

She, again, pressed my face against her breasts indicating I should suck on her nipple. Back and forth I moved from one to the other, not wanting either to feel loved more than the other. In a few seconds Mistress was having her fourth and fifth orgasms and the pre-cum was flowing freely from the tip of my rock-hard cock.

Suddenly, Mistress sat up and ordered me to lay on my back. She took hold of my cock, reminding me (very firmly) that I was not to cum without her permission. Then she rubbed the palm of her hand back and forth across the tip of my cock smearing my pre-cum all over it. Then she placed her hand over my mouth and ordered me to lick it clean. I gladly stuck out my tongue and began lapping up the clear fluid.

When her hand was thoroughly clean, Mistress wrapped it around my stiff cock and began a very gentle stroking. She was stroking just fast enough that, if I wasn't careful, I might actually cum. My hopes were up that Mistress might actually allow me to have an orgasm, but, as my orgasm approached, she stopped. She released my cock completely, denying me the release I was hoping for. While my need to erupt subsided, she reminded me that I was not allowed to cum. Then she enveloped my cock with her warm, wet mouth, completely. She sucked it gently three or four times before pulling her mouth away.

Mistress moved over me. She straddled my hips and gently slid her wet pussy down over my still eager cock. She pushed it all the way in. For a few seconds she just sat there with my cock buried deep inside her. She pinched my nipples then began fucking me, slowly at first. She would speed up, stop, go slow, then do it all again. All the while she was taunting me, telling me that she knew I wanted to cum, but that I was not going to be allowed to. Not tonight anyway. She continued this until she had three more orgasms for a grand total of eight. Then she suddenly pulled off of me and sat up on the bed next to me.

“Did you enjoy that, sweetie?” she asked in a taunting tone. I told her I did and she told me to clean myself up and get back in bed. When I returned, she told me to put my shorts back on and go to sleep. It wasn't easy, even though I was very tired. My cock wanted to remain hard. It wanted to cum, but alas, it was not to be. I finally fell asleep, happy that Mistress had used me. Happy, in fact, that she had denied me an orgasm...

nemo

The Punishment Pad

The other day, Mistress wanted to try out a new item she bought. It's called the “Punishment Pad.” Believe me, it lives up to it's name!

Mistress had me get one of those folding metal chairs. You know the type, no padding at all! She placed her new Punishment Pad on it and told me to have a seat. Well let me tell you, it was VERY uncomfortable. She, of course, laughed at the way I tried to minimize the pain. I didn't dare squirm, for that would have only made things worse. Instead, I kept shifting my weight from side to side and back and forth. That didn't do any good, either, but it was all I could do.

Suddenly, Mistress got this idea in her head that it would fun to tie me to that chair and tease my cock while those tiny little points were digging into my ass. So she got some rope and a blindfold. She put the blindfold on first and then tied my hands to the back of the chair, which made it very difficult for me to move at all.

Once she had me secure, she sat on the floor between my legs, keeping them apart with her knees, and began taunting me. She was asking if I was comfortable. Of course I was NOT! I was most uncomfortable! Then I felt some cold lubricant being dripped onto my half-hard cock followed by the touch of her, ever so talented, fingers. She began gently massaging the entire length of my cock spreading the lube over the entire surface. Her hand slowly began stroking my cock. Not so firmly that I would ever be able to reach an orgasm, mind you, but firmly enough that my cock became rock hard. I knew that if she kept doing what she was doing, I could be sitting on that devilish pad for hours.

Thankfully, Mistress took pity on my plight and began stroking my cock in earnest. It was obvious that she intended to make me cum. It wasn't long before I was at the point of no return and I told her so, not wanting to cum without her permission. She just laughed and said she knew it. Then she told me to go ahead and cum. What I didn't know was that she was planning on ruining my orgasm by squeezing the base of my cock when I came.

Needless to say, as my cock began jerking and pumping to eject my semen, it was stopped. Mistress had gotten a firm grip on the base of my cock and very little cum dribbled out. I thought it was all over but, to my agonizing surprise, Mistress decided it would be fun to continue teasing (or should I say torturing) my cock. Thankfully she only did it for another minute before releasing my cock and telling me that I had done good.

Mistress then removed my bindings and blindfold and told me I could stand up. Well, the Punishment Pad, not being attached to the chair, attached itself to me. Mistress had to peel it off like peeling off a layer of skin after a bad sunburn. She thought it was funny, but it hurt coming off almost as much as it did when I first sat on it.

To add insult to injury, Mistress made me bend over the foot of our bed so she could use her favorite paddle on my, now very sore, bottom. By the time she was done, my bottom not only had little dimples left by the Punishment Pad, it was also a bright red. It was very, VERY sore, I might add. All in all, it was very enjoyable session...

nemo

Car Washing

Being as yesterday was one of the last warm days we will have this Fall, I decided it was a good opportunity for my slave to wash the car. After all, during the Winter months I will have to take it to the car wash and pay to have it cleaned inside and out. But for now, what with the good weather and all, I decided to have nemo wash it for me. Recent rains had dragged a little mud onto the mats and the dusty roads always leave a layer of dirt all over it.

Not wanting nemo to be completely exposed, I locked his CB3k in place (complete with points of intrigue) and sent him out to complete the task. I could tell he was a bit reluctant so I repeated the command in a nice firm tone. I think he wanted to protest, but thought better of it. He gathered up the needed supplies and stepped out the front door. I took up a comfortable position on our bay window seat to watch the fun.

He uncoiled the garden hose and turned on the water. He should have held onto the nozzle because as soon as he turned the valve, ice cold water sprayed the back of his legs, bottom and genitals. It was funny to watch him jump up and run away from it. He looked around to see if anyone had seen him, which of course, I had. I just shook my head and smiled (snickering on the inside). Then nemo began hosing down the car in preparation for the wash.

Let me explain a little something here. We live out in the country, in the woods. There are only two other houses who could possibly see him (both in front of us), but only if someone were on their back porch craning their necks a bit. Nemo was, for the most part, shielded from their view by the trees and bushes in the forest surrounding our home. Of course, at any time someone could come driving up over the hill into our driveway, but it's pretty unlikely. However, it turns me on to think he might just be truly humiliated if that were to happen. I think it turns him on as well.

Back to the car. It seems nemo can't quite reach far enough across the top of the car without leaning against it. (chuckle) So he could not wash it properly without getting against the cold body of the car. Were he a female, I am quite sure his nipples would have been very prominent at this point. It always gives me a little thrill when I know he is suffering a little just for me.

When he was finished, nemo came back up onto the porch and I met him at the door. He asked me if I wanted to inspect his work before he came inside. I did, and I have to admit he did a good job. So I told him to put away all his things and recoil the hose before entering the house. As reward for having done such a good job (not to mention suffering the humiliation) I teased his cock for an hour, edging him several times.

Mistress Ivey

Why Tease & Denial?

Some men (and a few women) are aware that a man whose orgasms are controlled by someone else makes a much better husband, lover, or slave. Why? Because most men don't understand that ejaculating is not the best part of sex. That's right! The best part of sex for a man is the build up toward ejaculation. Not the ejaculation itself.

In “normal” sex, when a man ejaculates, he's done. By that I mean he will no longer be interested in sex. It's not his fault, though. And it's not his partner's fault either. Blame Mother Nature. You see, when man ejaculates (in a normal manner) the body releases a hormone that tells the brain to do two things: 1) Stop restricting the blood flow out of the penis and allow it to deflate; and 2) Stop being aroused by sexual thoughts. So after a man ejaculates, how CAN he go on making love to the woman who just took him to what he thinks is Nirvana?

Men also masturbate. Yes, girls, it's true. Chances are, your guy masturbates a great deal more than you think. Admit it guys, you masturbate several times a week if not a day. There are VERY FEW men who do not masturbate on a regular basis. Now do you see the problem? They get sex (of some kind) whenever they want it. No wonder they are not as interested in pleasing the woman they love as even they would like to be. They just don't know how to change all that. But I do!

Those men who have discovered tease and denial have come to realize that sex is SO much better when they are normally denied ejaculation (normal ones anyway). What I mean by that, is there are other kinds of ejaculations besides “normal” ones. These are called “Ruined” orgasms. A ruined orgasm is one in which the semen is restricted or blocked entirely during ejaculation. If you want to read more about ruined orgasms, I suggest you read my other blog titled Becoming a Mistress. I will cover numerous ways to ruining an orgasm there.

Here, I will tilt everything a little more toward the male submissive/slave rather than the Dominant. I hope you enjoy it.