Saturday Night Special

Yes, I am running a little behind.  We are on a family trip and time for everything, including posting, is a little tight.  So, jump back to the night before last.  The evening after my wonderfully erotic bath with NW.

Later that evening, we decided to wind it down and just watch a movie, so that we could get some rest.   Just over halfway through the movie, we took a break so NW could get a drink and a snack.  I took the time to run to the restroom.

When I exited the restroom, the first thing I saw was NW , laying across the bed, dress lifted, legs spread and her sex right in front of me.  I stepped out, coyly asked if she needed some attention and dropped to my knees.  I leaned in and gave her a couple of slow strokes with my tongue.  She was having none of it.

She grabbed my head, pulled me in tight and started rubbing her pussy against my face.  I took the subtle hint and began to eat her in earnest.  She came…hard.

I, immediately, lifted her hips and started working on her asshole.  She came twice more, as I pushed my tongue as deep as I possibly could.  I sank it to the point that my mouth hurt from being stretched open, as I used her hips to pull her onto my face.

Then I moved back to her pussy, for some clean up, which brought her off again.  I assumed that we were done and ready to go back to the movie.  But, again, she was having none it it.  She hopped off the bed, having developed a somewhat frantic, “fuck it”, attitude and told me to strip and lay on back back, facing her.  The next thing I know, she has donned her strapon and I feel lube being applied to my ass.  The game was on…and she wanted it bad!

In it went.  It was not painful, which surprised me.  But I am still not used to the feeling of NW taking my ass.  She thrust in, sank to her hips and started fucking my ass with extreme prejudice.

After a couple of minutes of this, she decided she didn’t like the angle.  I rolled over onto my knees and flushed myself against the bed as best I could.  She re-entered me, forcefully, and began slamming against my ass.  My insides were getting pummeled.

Then, to her surprise, and mine, I said something completely unplanned and unexpected…please fuck me harder.  Was the physical experience good?  No…  But NW was really going after me.  I could tell from her sounds and effort, that she was really, really, really getting off on fucking me as her little bitch.  Between the little vibrating, reverse penis on the strapon and my having just asked for it rougher, she went over he edge.

I slid off the bed and onto my feet, spreading my legs and lowering my ass so that the height was right.  She continued to pound my ass through the transition.  “Harder, please”, and she did.  My little NW was knocking me forward with the force of her thrusts, as she came again.  A minute or two of this and she pulled me back, to where she was against the wall, and I began fucking myself on her cock.  I slammed back onto her, again and again, trying to take the whole length, knowing that she loved me doing this.  She did.  She came again and then started thrusting into me as I thrust back onto her.

Pushing me forward, back to the bed, she took her final thrusts, came once more and then withdrew, panting.  As much as I don’t get anything from this type of play, I felt empty when she withdrew.

She dropped the strapon, lay on the bed and I cleaned her to orgasm, one last time.

I still don’t physically enjoy having my ass taken.  But knowing that NW loves doing it…that it gets her so wound up…how could I not want it?

Tuesday Round Up

As mentioned earlier, we had family plans last night.  We had a good time.  It is always good to pull everyone together and do something we all enjoy.  Of course, as soon as we were done, the kids disappeared, each to their own favorite activity.  Taking the cue, NW and I did the same.

The happenings were nothing with much of an…I almost said edge, but that would be untrue.  There was plenty of edge.  I should know.  I was that one riding it.

It started with me flat on my stomach and NW filling my southern orifice with a glass butt plug.  I am not sure what the purpose of it was, as she removed it after a few minutes of playing with me.  But, who am I to question.  If nothing else, it reinforced that she can do what she wants to me.

Once she was done with her initial play, she rolled over and had me pleasure her, orally and manually.  I worked at her for several minutes, starting slowly and building her up. At its peak, I had two fingers slamming into her hard, grazing her cervix with each downward thrust, as I ravaged her clit with my mouth.  I sporadically grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard.  She would arch and grunt with the increased pleasure, that would have otherwise been pain.  The intensity of her orgasms revealed that I had done a fairly decent job.  The flood, when she squirted, might be considered corroborating evidence, as well.

Momentarily sated, she went back to working on me.  This teasing was much shorter lived than the first round.  And before I knew it, I was back between her legs.

I was told to use my fingers again.  So I did, roughly.  My knuckles slamming into her as my my fingers sank in.  Again, I used my mouth on her clit, and she went over, again and again.  When her orgasms had stopped, I let her rest for a minute, before grabbing and tweaking her right nipple, which immediately sent her over, yet again.

Then it was back onto my back, as she started the real teasing session.  For the next twenty-five minutes or so, she kept my rock hard and teetering on the edge.  I, honestly, have no idea how I didn’t go over the edge.  Either I have gotten better at resisting it or she has gotten better at reading me…maybe both.

She asked me how many orgasms she had denied me.  I said, sixty-eight, at least (remember, I averaged masturbating three times a day, before this started.  Today marks twenty-three days since my last orgasm.  So, sixty-nine-ish, as of this morning.)  Talk about from 100 mph to a dead stop!

She asked me what I thought about her denying me the next sixty-six, or maybe one hundred and sixty-six.  That really torqued me.  I motioned for her to kiss me, and she did, passionately.  Then I whispered in her ear that she could take the next one thousand and sixty-six, if she desired them.  And I fully meant/mean it.  That, of course, is a bit scary.  Given time already denied, to take the next one thousand and sixty-six orgasms would mean no orgasm for a year.  That was always been a magical number to me, but not something that NW was willing to entertain and, honestly, not something I am sure I am up to.  If this plays out as hoped, though…who knows.

After she had edged me near to death.  To the point where her slightest touch threatened to send me over the edge, it abruptly stopped, and the evening was done.

Believe it or not, I slept well.

Afternoon Delight

NW and I had a mild session, yesterday afternoon.  It as basically her using me to orally pleasure her and then working me up so that she could use me as a living sex toy.  This involved her riding me.  The big thing she wanted, though, was anal.  So, once erect enough, she knelt on the side of the bed and I entered her, standing.
I was teased a bit afterwards and she had me use my fingers to give her what were, almost, her last orgasms.  The last came when I was cleaning her up.

Fast forward to this afternoon.  She called me in and had me strip down.  I laid down on the bed and she tied off my balls.  She teased me for a few minutes and then had me roll over.  Two pillows were placed under my hips and I then felt her lubing my asshole.

I honestly had no idea what she was planning.  I assumed that I would be plugged.  Then I felt her finger, abruptly, force its way into me and immediately find my prostate.  She asked if that was it, but she already knew.  I definitely did.

Having played with my prostate for a minute, I felt her withdraw and heard her moving around a bit.  Then I felt something press against my anus.  Again, I assumed it was a butt plug, until it pushed its way in and the girth remained the same.  She was pegging me, with her new strapon!  Well, she was pegging me to begin with…then she was flat out fucking me…hard.

The strapon is long enough that the wrong angle is somewhat painful.  I squirmed and moved, trying to get the angle right, while she thrust deep into me.  She was making the most delicious sounds.  Asking me how it felt, telling me how much she liked fucking me.

Make no mistake, I was being taken…and hard.

As this strapon has a smaller “penis” that presses against her pussy, as she uses it, she came.

Once I found my angle, even though it was not physically pleasing to me, at all, I got wrapped up in her orgasm, her sounds, the fact that she was so getting off on fucking my ass.  I started thrusting backwards.  She immediately stopped and let me fuck myself on her “cock”.  The sight of it sent her over again.

It all went on a little too long for me.  But her delight was worth every second of it.
She took my ass better than I had hers, the day before.

After withdrawing, we cleaned up, my balls were still tied, and hopped back in bed.  After a little light CBT, she untied my balls and then began a merciless tease and denial session.  She kept asking me if I wanted to come.  I said yes.  And, for once, I actually did.  But she just kept telling me no.  Not now and not soon.

Then I was given a choice.  We could end the session right there, or I could accept the belt and be allowed to clean her up.  I, of course, chose the belt.  There were a few light strikes to my balls and then she had me roll over.  She proceeded to spank me, fairly hard, with the belt.  After several blows, she had me roll back over and, finally, mounted my face so that I could clean her.  She, of course, had an orgasm from my cleaning effort.  So, I had to redo it.  But not before she leaned back and fed me her ass, for another orgasm.

She was very wet, and, hence, so was my face.  But, at least, she was clean when we were done.

Quiet Night and a Question for You…the Readers

Last night was a quiet night.  We were both exhausted from a long week and NW decided that we should take the evening off.  So, we did.
I was in the mood for something, but it just isn’t my decision any more.  I am still wrapping my head around that one.

After a good night’s sleep, though, I suspect that NW has plans for the evening.  And she seems especially proud of herself that I now have a couple of small bruises on my ass.  I think she believes I am nearly immune to be being bruised, rather than just difficult to bruise.

As for the question…butt plugs…

NW apparently wants me to be able to have a butt plug in place for extended periods…think hours.  To actually pull that off, however, there are a few physical requirements that the plug needs to meet.
The first is length.  A six inch plug is not going to work.  I would think four inches maximum,
The second is the length of the neck/stem.  So many plugs have short necks,  That means that they clear the external anal sphincter but not the internal anal sphincter.  That is a problem for longer term use.  The neck/stem needs to be long enough to clear both, where the body of the plug is fully, or close to fully inside.
The third is the base.  Most plugs have a round base.  The oblong bases work better, as they do not dig into your gluts as you use them.
The last issue is material.  Glass would work well.  But anything that doesn’t soak up all the lube would work.

Anyone have any suggestions?  Please let me know.  Email me or comment (anonymously if need be) and let us know your suggestions/experience.

Ah…There You Are

So, last night went anything but according to anyone’s plan.  It happens.  And it will happen again.

I guess I should start with the non-bedroom portion of this.
NW had contacted me during the day and said, assuming my body felt up to it, she wanted me to spend the evening with a butt plug in place, prior to any activities, to see how my body reacted to longer term insertion.  Before I could get home, however, our oldest was found in a situation that had both NW and I in rather foul mood’s…angry might be a better word.  Parenting and conflict had come to the forefront and all plans and moods had been thrust to the back.

Fast forward to my arriving home and not much had changed.  We were both peeved and frustrated, just not with each other.  I did what I needed to do, like going to the restroom, then called NW back to the bedroom.  She knew why and asked me if I was still in any mood to do this.

This is a common disconnect.  There are absolutely things, or situations, that would have put me in a place where the plan to plug me would have been ridiculous.  This was not one of them, however.  Yes, I was frustrated and agitated with the decision(s) our older child had made.  But it was in no way something that would preclude NW and I continuing on with her plan.

I later explained that this was one of those moments we had talked about.  This is where I am not in the mood to play submissive but have no legitimate reason not to comply with something to which I have agreed.  Complying in those moments reinforces her authority.  So, the moment was somewhat lost, where her control (even outside the bedroom, because she wanted it and I agreed to comply) could have been emphasized.  These moments are rare, and shouldn’t be tossed aside, or surrendered, so easily.

So, I had one simple question…Do you still want to do this?  She said yes.  So I said, then don’t ask, just do it.  If things are so bad that I can’t deal with it, I will let you know…and we can deal with that later.

So, the butt plug went in.  With it firmly in place, I went about my business.  I went out and picked from the garden.  I did some pest control in the garden.  I came in and ate dinner.  I was still aggravated because of the earlier situation, but was plugged nonetheless.

After fifty minutes or so, the plug needed to come out.  It had started to become a little raw, from the sweat I built up while outside and, honestly, I needed to go to the restroom.  Next time we will try a different plug that we have and, hopefully, my stomach is more cooperative.   Life…

That evening, NW had some wonderful plans.  I was brought into the room, disrobed, four pointed on our bed, face up, and blindfolded.  She began to lightly play with me and then did one of the things guaranteed to send me careening forward.  She takes me in her mouth, while I am flaccid, and sucks and relaxes, sucks and relaxes, suck and relaxes…rather rapid fire…while working it hard with her tongue, always keeping me fully in her mouth.  The sensation of her warm, wet mouth sucking me to the back, only to relax and have it fall back to the front, tongue-lashing me and battering me against the insides of her mouth are enough to bring me to orgasm before I am even half erect.  She had edged me in less that twenty seconds…maybe fifteen.

She moved from there and positioned herself over my face.  I hungrily devoured her pussy.  Then, leaning backwards, she offered me her ass.  Into the breach I went.  Orgasm…

To keep this less than novel length…
She went back to working me up.  She mounted my tied down body.  But I was just too close.  So, back to my face.  Except, this time, she sat on my chest.  She fed me, wantonly, pussy, ass, pussy, until she had come twice more.

This is when the first knock came to our bedroom door.  The source of our evenings frustrations had need of something in our room.  We had to break.  NW got what was needed and took it out of the room.

Afterwards, we moved to her pegging me, but the angle was wrong, given our positioning.  She seemed to want to abandon the effort.  So I asked, almost begged, her not to.  I wanted her to take me.  Not because I get any physical sensation from it that is worth mentioning.  In fact, I am rather indifferent to it or find it ever so mildly uncomfortable.  Mentally, however, being taken is a huge turn on.

This time she agreed.  Probably because of the manner in which I had requested it.
She loosed my restraints and had me get on all fours.  She didn’t don the strap on, but decided to use it freestyle.  As she started, and we discussed angles of penetration and the best angle for deep penetration (she has bought a new, longer strapon that we have yet to try), as she thrust in and out of me, the second knock came at the door.  This time, they needed to talk with Mom.

Again….life…

And that abruptly ended the session.

Life happens.  It can and does get in the way of fun, sometimes.  It should.  If this play ever overrides our obligations and the needs to those about us, it needs to be adjusted or abandoned.
But, as with the butt plug testing, don’t abandon it too quickly.  And don’t miss opportunities, like NW exerting/emphasizing her control, just because things are a little off kilter.  Take the time to learn one another.  That knowledge is one of the keys to success in life, not just kink.

 

 

I Needed That…

It was a long day.  I mean a really, really long day.  It seemed like half of everything went wrong, at work.  No fault of my own, mind you…but stressful, for hours, nonetheless.

By the time I arrived home, which was about an hour late, I was wiped out.  I had really hoped that NW had something planned that would take the edge off of the day.  She, of course, did not disappoint.

After winding down a bit, she ushered me into the bedroom.  Once unclothed, I collapsed on the bed, face first.  It turns out, that was just the position she had wanted me in, as, a few moments later, I felt lube being applied to my ass.  A few gentle pushes later and I was collapsed on the bed, face down, with a butt plug in my ass.  She then sat on my ass, driving the plug in deeper, as she scratched my back and rubbed my neck and shoulders.

Having decided that I had received enough massage, she had me roll onto my back and proceeded to tie off my balls.  (Yes, I said “my” balls.  She doesn’t refer to them as hers, so neither do I, now.)  Once tied, she gave then some light squeezes and playful slaps, before taking me into her mouth.  Bliss…

To make sure that I didn’t get too comfy, however, she made sure to give me the occasional squeeze and slap.  In a rarity, I became mostly erect.  A rarity because butt plugs typically prevent me from getting anywhere near erect.  I must have needed it badly.

Once erect enough, she mounted me.  I almost went over the edge just from sliding into her.  She stopped.  She, with pretty good precision, squeezed and slapped my balls, paused and dug her fingernails into me enough to keep me from going over.  Between the pain and the plug grinding against my prostate, however, I went flaccid fairly quickly.  That didn’t stop her.  She continued to grind, with my flaccid cock held inside her.  All the while she continued squeezing and slapping my balls.

Once off of me, the plug was removed and she started a torrent of edging and mild CBT.  She would stroke me to edge, then squeeze and/or slap my balls.  She would suck me to edge, then punch my balls.

She then lay next to me, head to feet, and gently stroked me, keeping me close to edge, as I used my fingers on her.  After a few orgasms (Yes, it really is that easy to get her there.), she removed the rope that she had used to tie off my balls 45 minutes earlier.  Then it was back to teasing, stroking, sucking and CBT, to bring me back from the edge.

For all of its mildness, it was incredibly intense, and provided me just the relief I needed from an otherwise dismal day.

Finally… Used and Put Up Wet

Tonight was supposed to be an off night.  We had made other plans and were planning to forego any activities.  When our planned event was over, however, we still had time before we had to call it a night.  What to do?  What to do?

I had asked NW earlier if she had any plans for afterwards.  She took that to mean that I was looking for some action…which, of course, I was.  So, she gave me exactly what I was looking for, in the broadest sense.  She told me upfront that I was going to be orally and/or manually pleasuring her.  Since it was supposed to be an off night, though, I would get nothing in return.  Needless to say it was both disappointing and exciting, since she rarely denies me any attention at all.  Fortunately, I love pleasuring her.

We started off much like the night before, with her on her stomach and my lips on her ass…then in her ass…then a finger her pussy, swiping at her g-spot.  My tongue went deeper into her ass.  Two fingers went into her soaking pussy.  Then she started off on a string of orgasms.

Then an idea hit me.  One finger into her ass…two fingers into her ass, one finger onto her g-spot…more orgasms.  I had an ulterior motive, however.  I was using my two fingers to stretch her ass.  Once they were out, my tongue found its way back in and sank deeper than ever before.  This wave of orgasmic intensity, as the other night, sent her out for a few seconds.  (I love it when she does that!  It makes me feel like I am getting it right.)

She then rolled onto her back and I continued on, focusing more on her clit, but occasionally returning to her sweet ass.

Once done, we curled up on the bed together.  I was only semi-erect, as is usually the case when I pleasure her.  I think it is because I am so focused on her that I kind of forget myself.  But the stream on precum dribbling out of me and onto my thigh, spoke loads (no pun intended) as to how I felt about the evening.

Now off to sleep.  Tomorrow will be a busy day.  Hopefully we share another wind down/up tomorrow evening.