Captioned Photos-5

Here are some captioned photos I worked up recently. They fall under no special category. They are just photos that I saw that spoke to me. It happens. Anyway, here they are for your enjoyment.

I hope you enjoyed these...

nemo

Evolution of Sexual Desire

I don't know about you, but for me, I have gone through a long evolution in regard to my sexual desires. As I look back on my life, it's always been that way. Throughout my life, in spite of all the changes, there has been one constant... BDSM.

Of course, I didn't always know what it was called, but it was still there. I remember when I was only five years old I convinced a little girl to sit on a “sticker bush.” I held malice toward her, I just wanted to make her do it. Yes, I did get a sexual thrill from it. That was just the beginning of my sexual entrance into the world of BDSM.

As I grew older, my thoughts, my dreams, all seemed to take on a BDSM flavor. I tried simple bondage with my first wife. But by the end of my second marriage, that was not enough. That's when I moved into more serious things. I studied. I learned from others. Eventually, I became a dominant in my own right.

To make a longs story short, I eventually, found my perfect mate. A slave to call my own. One who loved serving me, feeling my whips, nipple torture, and whatever else my desires drove me to. We went through a rough period (not our marriage, but outside influences) that made us decide to put aside the BDSM stuff for awhile.

When we finally decided to take it up again, well, we did it differently. But I digress.

Once we decided to switch roles, I began reading stories and blogs and whatever I could find about male submissives. My desires started out wanting serve Mistress, then evolved into wanting to be physically tortured (whipped, paddled, electrified, etc.). I had read stories of chastity, but that didn't interest me... at the time.

As time went by, chastity, along with tease and denial became of interest. But things like cuckolding and bi-sexual activity were things I had no desire to ever do. I didn't want to be used in front of a group of people, either. That would be too humiliating.

Now, I am beginning to see the excitement that can be realized through humiliation. The sexual embarrassment, the thrill of being “forced” to do things I would not otherwise do. I still don't have the desire to be a cuckold, but I can see it coming, along with other things I used to think I would never do, much less have a great desire for.

So, if you are like me, and have gone through a evolution in sexual desires, all I can say, don't fight it. Don't push too hard or move too fast, but don't fight it. Allow yourself to be open to new and different experiences. Think of them as adventures you may someday have. Instead of fearing them, embrace the possibilities. Some things may never come, but when you have the opportunity for a new and different experience, open yourself up to the possibility that you just might enjoy it.

nemo

The Neighbors

As it turns out, we actually have neighbors who are into BDSM. A lesbian couple, Alice and Janet, recently moved into the house next door. Don't ask how we discovered this, just know that we did. As it turns out, Alice is a Dominatrix and Janet is her slave. We took the time, one afternoon, to get to know them and introduce ourselves. Just for the record, I was introduced as a “switch” so that I could be either dominant or submissive as they might require.

Alice was a bit over weight and was only about 5' 1” tall. She had ample breasts and was, in the end, pretty good looking. Janet was a petite woman of about 24 years of age. She was thin with small (A-cup) breasts. Both her nipples were pierced and she wore nipple rings to boot. Janet was an inch or two taller than Alice.

One morning, Alice called and asked Mistress if she could borrow me (as a sub) for a few hours. I was thrilled when Mistress said, “Yes.” She told me that I should report to Alice at 9:00am and that I should obey her as I would Mistress. So at the proper time I left the house and waked next door.

I knocked on the door and Alice answered it. She lead me into the living room where Janet was kneeling on the floor in front a large sofa. Janet was naked. Alice told me to undress and leave my clothes on the chair next to the couch. I did as I was told. Alice (whom I was to call Miss Alice) watched closely as I removed each item of clothing. That made me feel very self-conscious indeed. Janet had her back to me so she could not see me.

Once naked, I was ordered to lay on the dining room table. My arms and legs were then bound by Miss Alice while Janet remained in her original position. Her back was still to me. I was blindfolded and left on the table while Miss Alice ordered Janet to fetch her bag of toys from the bedroom.

After that, I was subjected to all kinds of torments and pleasures. I licked at least one pussy, sucked two different sized breasts, had my cock sucked and fucked by at least one of them several times all while being tortured with clothespins, electro-stimulation, tickled with feathers, had ice rubbed all over my body, and my cock was stroked in every way you could imagine. But in the end, I was never allowed to have an orgasm.

When it was finally all over, I was released and told that Janet was being trained to service men as well as women. I was also told that if I (as a dominant) ever wanted to use Janet, all I had to do was ask. I have to admit, I was looking forward to that.

When I arrived home, Mistress was on the computer. She called me over to take a look at something she found on the web. It was a video featuring yours truly strapped to a table while two women did what they wanted to my body. The entire two hour session was recorded and posted to the internet. That heavens I was wearing blindfold!

nemo

Brian's Story

Note: This story was sent to me (by one of my readers) via email. The names have been changed to protect the “innocent.” It is supposed to be true.

A long time ago I asked my wife to lock me in chastity. She was hesitant, at first, but grew to truly enjoy her new position of power. I would remain locked 24/7 except when she would remove my cage to tease me or simply clean me up. I was never allowed to masturbate until one day, after I asked her if she like cuckold me.

After giving my suggestion some (about a week) she decided that she would try it but she other things in mind for me as well. She sat me down and told me the rules:

1. I must remain her slave in all things at all times.
2. I must obey her every command no matter what is was or when she made it.
3. I would no longer be allowed to have sex with her under any circumstances.

Those were the rules and I could either accept them or we could continue with our regular chastity lifestyle as before.

I had to admit, I was scared. Hell, I was terrified because I had no idea what she had in mind for me. But after thinking it over, I did want to take our relationship further. So after thinking it over for a few days, I agreed to her terms.

I had not been allowed out my cage for the passed two weeks. In fact, every time my wife would tease me she didn't remove my cage. She would simply play with my balls while telling me fantasies. Some of the stories she would tell me would be about cuckolding, but most were about humiliating situations she planned to put me through. She even eluded to total feminization, something I had no desire to do.

Then, one evening, she invited some of her women friends over to the house for drinks. She made me shave my legs and wear a skimpy French maids costume. I was not allowed underwear of any type so my ass would be visible whenever I bent over and I am sure the women could see my caged cock below the hem-line.

My duties included answering the door and letting her visitors in, serving them drinks, and anything else they might desire. That, in itself, was humiliating enough, but at one point my wife ordered me to hold up the front of my short skirt so that all the women could see my cock cage. I even had to step in front of each woman in turn to give them a “good” look. I was totally humiliated by the experience. It turned me on enormously as well.

That night, after her guests had left, my wife asked how I felt about the whole experience. We talked about for over half an hour. It seems that she had always enjoyed the thought of humiliating a man in just such a way. Afterwords, my wife removed my cage and ordered me to masturbate for her. That's something she had never done before. It was very humiliating!

The following week, my wife invited the same group of women to the house for another evening of humiliation (for me). This time she inserted a plug into my ass before the party began and I was forced to bend over and show it to ever guest. As the evening progressed, my wife decided to show her friends just how much power she held over me. She removed my cage and ordered me to masturbate for the entire group. I came in a champagne flute and then drink it all down right there in front of them. It was my first time ever tasting my own ejaculate.

Eventually, these get togethers became a regular monthly thing and I was put through all kinds of humiliating activities. Then one evening, my wife announced that a friend of hers from work was coming over and she expected me to wear my usual maid's uniform and do whatever she might require of me. I was unaware, until I answered the door, that her “friend” was a man.

I am sure that my face turned all possible shades of red as soon as I opened the door, but I tried to be cool about it even though I suspected what might happen. I had to serve him just as I had the women, fetching drinks and snacks for the two of them. I had to show him my cage and offer to give him a blow-job. I was glad when he said he wouldn't be needing a blow-job from me. It didn't dawn on me then, there might be a reason that he didn't take me up on my offer.

At one point, my wife excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned, she was wearing a skimpy night gown with nothing underneath (which was obvious even to the most casual observer). She ordered me to take a seat in a corner chair while she proceeded to seduce the man from her office. They made out for awhile on the sofa. Then my wife began undressing her friend. They ended up fucking on the couch, twice! Once while she lay on her back and once with her being entered from behind.

I had all kinds of mixed emotions while watching them get it on, but as soon as they were finished, my wife called me over and had me lick her pussy clean right in front of the other guy. Having been made a part of it helped me to accept the situation. I still had some mixed feelings, but when my wife and talked (after her friend had gone), we both agreed that the pluses out weighed the minuses and she could proceed to do whatever else she might have in mind.

I am anxiously awaiting my next challenge. I don't know what it will be, but whatever it is, I am ready for it. I love the way my wife has taken over and played to both our fantasies. I have never felt more loved, or loving toward her than I do now.

Brian

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Torment

Every time Mistress touches my cock it's a torment. I don't meant that it hurts or anything. Quite the contrary, it always feels wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that all I want is more. More touching, more teasing, more torment!

Exactly how this all began, I am not sure. I used to be her Master and she obeyed my every command, usually without question. As time went by, she became more and more dominant outside of our D/s relationship. It wasn't too many years before she told me that she would like to take the role of a Mistress to her own slave. When I questioned her about it, she told me that didn't want to change our relationship, she just wanted a part-time slave of her own.

After several months of thinking it all over, I decided to let her try her hand at it. She admitted that she would need some instruction in order to be what she wanted to be... a good Mistress. We invited a friend (a male sub) to visit one day with the express purpose of allowing her to try her hand at being in charge. I agreed to stay in the room to help guide her and keep her from doing anything dangerous. She has a very cruel side to her, and neither of us wanted that to get out of hand.

Chuck, the guy we invited to be her sub for the day, understood what we were doing. It was an experiment, a trial so to speak. To make a long story short, she bound him to the sofa-bed in our living room and used floggers, paddles, ball cinches, and all manner of other things on him. Then she finally teased his cock until he was begging her let him cum. She eventually did and the scene ended.

After that, she met him a few times at some dungeon parties and played with him each time. But we had to move to another state and it was impossible for her to meet him any more. I could tell by her behavior that she really missed being in charge, at least some of the time. That's when I suggested that she use me as her sub from time to time. It seemed like a logical way to satisfy her needs until we could make contact with another group and find a sub for her to use more often.

However, in the mean time, she became very proficient at teasing my cock and getting me to do things I never thought I would do. The problem was, I loved it so much that I didn't want to quit. In fact, I wanted her to do it full time and not just whenever I allowed it. So she became my Mistress and I her slave.

Now, back to the torment. This post is about torment, remember? Anyway, it didn't take Mistress long to figure out just exactly what my fantasies were, which I would (with the proper incentives) actually do and which I only fantasized about doing. Now, every time she teased my cock, even if only for a few minutes, she will taunt me with my own fantasies. She might put her hand down the front of my pants, squeeze my cock and balls while whispering something like, “I'm going to make you suck a man's cock very soon.”

As far as becoming the perfect Mistress, I couldn't ask for anyone better. The things she makes me do and the things she pretends that she will make me do, are so perfectly balanced that I would worship the ground she walks on, if that's what she wanted.

I hope you can find someone as wonderful and fulfilling as I have.

nemo

Cuckold Training

Becoming a cuckold was never one of my  fantasies in the beginning. It wasn't until Mistress planted the seeds of that fantasy in my head. I won't go into detail on just how she managed to do that, now. This is, instead, the story of how she used one of my fantasies to train me to be her bi-sexual slave. Thus priming the pump (so to speak) in preparation for my becoming her cuckold.

My original fantasy was to be used along with another male slave for humiliation and possible forced bi-sexual activities, eventually. The first time Mistress told me that she had found another male slave that she wanted to bring into some of our sessions, she told me that if I didn't approve of him, she would try to find another. We met at a quiet restaurant where we could talk, discuss some possibilities, and get to know one another.

By the time the meeting adjourned, we had all agreed that the terms of Mistress' proposal would be acceptable. Basically, we had agreed that Steve (the second slave) would simply join our sessions once a month (at first) and more often if things went well during those first few sessions. Needless to say, they went very well.

In our first session with Steve, Mistress made us both undress completely for her. We were both told that in future sessions we would be expected to be naked and to wear collars with leashes attached. During the first session Mistress made us a deal. We were both to masturbate for her, but only one of us would be allowed to cum. We would then both be locked in chastity devices for a month. Steve came first. We were iced down and the cages placed on out cocks. The “loser” (me) was then allowed to watch as Mistress fucked the other (Steve) with her strap-on. Then Steve was sent home.

One month later, when Steve joined us again, Mistress used her hand to masturbate us both. She lubed our cocks up and had us stand beside her chair while she stroked our cocks. Again, the first to cum was fucked with the strap-on by Mistress while the other watched.

The next time, we were lubed up by Mistress but then we had to masturbate each other. That was both very exciting as well as very humiliating! We were placed on the floor in a sixty-nine position so that we could easily reach each other's cocks. We were told that the first to cum would have to watch as Mistress teased the other one's cock for an hour. What we were not told is that the “teasee” would not be allowed to cum. The fact is, I was always the last to come and it had been several months since I had had an orgasm.

Let me tell you, it was a very strange feeling having to masturbate another man. I had only touched another guy's cock once in my life and that was not a sexual thing. Steve's cock felt very different from my own, even though we were both uncircumcised. His cock was not only thicker than mine, it was longer by about an inch, as well.

After that session, Mistress decided that Steve would join us once a week for extended sessions. During these sessions, Mistress would use us both in many ways. Sometimes punishing one or both of us, paddling or flogging us, fucking us both with her strap-on and, of course, making us masturbate each other rewarding the one who lasted the longest with an hour of teasing.

Eventually, Mistress changed the rules. Whoever ejaculated first, in these sessions, would be fucked by the other. That is, whoever didn't cum during masturbation, would then fuck the other in the ass until he come. Eventually, that changed as well. Mistress would play with both our cocks simultaneously and the first to leak precum would be locked up and would have to be fucked by the other. Of course, that meant only one of us would get to orgasm during a session, no matter what else Mistress might do to us.

Our final humiliation came several weeks later when the rules changed again. Not only did we have to masturbate each other, but the first to leak precum was forced to suck the other's cock. This was my first truly bi-sexual experience. The first week I was on the receiving end as Steve leaked first. But in the weeks that followed, I was often the loser and had to suck Steve’s cock. But managed to win a few times.

Now, as to the cuckolding... Eventually Mistress changed the rules to include herself. The winner, the one who took longest to produce precum, was allowed to fuck Mistress. Of course it was always done on her terms, the way she wanted to do it. But the fact remained, I was now a cuckold. I didn't mind. I always got teased and sometimes got fucked, but the fact that there were times when Steve would fuck Mistress didn't bother me.

I don't know if this would work for everyone, but it did seem like a very gentle way to introduce cuckolding into our relationship.

nemo

Monthly Milking

On the first day of every month, Mistress sets aside a little time to milk my cock. Sometimes she milks my prostate, other times she just ruins several orgasms in a row. But it is NOT an especially enjoyable thing for me. At least, it's not intended to be. The truth is, I often do enjoy it. Okay, I always enjoy it! But that is not the purpose for it.

My point is, she uses a wide variety of methods to empty my balls of all that pent up (excess) semen. Please understand, if she did not do daily teasing, there would not be anything built up. Well, my desire might be, but it would surely have turned into “angry frustration.”

What's the difference, you ask? Every time you get aroused to more than just a little, your body reacts by producing sperm (assuming you still can) and combining it with semen in anticipation of ejaculation. When that ejaculation is denied, your body must store all that excess semen. After a few days of almost constant teasing, you may experience some level of pain in your balls. This is called “Blue Balls.” Your balls don't actually turn blue, but they will ache for a few days. With enough continued teasing, this pain can last longer than a few days.

So we have milking. Milking is used to relieve this pain. Some do it because they have been told that it is required to maintain prostate health. How much truth there is in that I will not discuss here. But I will give you a few ideas of how to milk a cock and/or prostate if you that's what you want to do.

Let me give you a few examples of the many ways in which Mistress milks me.

1. Sometimes she will bind me bent over the kitchen table. My arms are bound to the far end and my ankles to the legs. She will always blindfolds me and sometimes gags me as well. In this position she can use any of a number of items to massage my prostate (even her fingers) if she so desires. Either way, she will use her hand to stroke my cock until I have produced a sufficient amount of cum for her.
2. Sometimes she will put me on all fours on the bed, still bound so that I cannot move when the critical time comes. In this position I am most likely to feel her fingers probing my bottom to massage my prostate. Again, she strokes my cock during the milking. By the way, if I do get to the point of no return, she will ruin the orgasm. I never get a full orgasm on milking day.
3. I have been bound to our closet door both facing it and backed up against it. When I am facing it, Mistress will usually insert her favorite prostate massaging vibrator into my ass. When I am backed up to the door, she milks me through ruined orgasms.

Of course Mistress often finds new and different ways of doing it. She has a wonderful imagination. But the fact remains, I am milked on the first Monday of each month. I would love hearing from any who reads this about how they have been milked. Or anything else you care to share with me and my other readers.

nemo