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?

Pain and Pleasure — NW’s Sadistic Side Shows

As mentioned in the prior post, we were both burning and yearning very intensely, from our discussions and the day’s goings on.  NW had told me, before she left work, that I was not going to be teased last night.  Knowing that, I hoped that she had something intense planned for me.  If all she had wanted was for me to pleasure her until she was exhausted, so be it.  But deep down I needed attention of some sort.  I was craving sensation.  In the end, literally, I got more than I had bargained for and hoped.

We both cleaned up and met in the bedroom.  We climbed on the bed and NW immediately positioned herself in a manner to which I have become accustomed.  She told me to make her come and off it went.  I spent several minutes with my head between her legs, working from her sex to her ass and back.  After several orgasms, she sat up and told me to roll over onto my back.

Once there, she told me that she had changed her mind and that I was going to be teased.  She also told me that she wanted to hurt me.  She wanted me to make the decision which was to be first.  It didn’t take much pondering to decide that I would rather end the night with frustration than with pain.  So, I told her that I would like the pain first.  With that, I was told to get on my stomach.

I was expecting the cane.  Actually, I was craving the cane and the intensity, even if too much, that it gives.  What I felt, though, was the belt.  It slapped and stung nicely.  NW made sure that it had enough force to hurt, but not near a limit.  Of course, with the belt, it takes a lot more force to reach that level.

After several whacks from the belt, there was a pause, then blows started again, with increasing frequency.  This time, however, it was the flogger that was raining down on me.  And not just on my ass, but my back, shoulders and flanks…with ever increasing force.  The dull, pleasurable thuds that started the flogging gave way to the stinging crack of the harder blows.  Then it paused again.

A moment later I felt the stiff, unyielding, though light, whack of the cane.  This was it.  She was going to cane me.  I craved it, and had been.  But, honestly, I feared it.  The last time she was punishing me.  I had no such motivation to endure, this time around.  Last time she was learning how hard the blows should/could be.  This time she started with a good idea of her desired force.  Even so, she had me rate each blow, 1 to 10, so that she could adjust accordingly.

This was somewhat virgin territory for us.  Yes, I knew that NW liked it when I squirmed in pain, at her hand.  That was usually in the form of CBT.  And, yes, we have played with spanking, flogging and caning before…lightly.  Now, however, she was about to cane me, hurt me, and for no reason but to satisfy her own sadistic desire to do so.  Furthering it was the fact that I perceive CBT, no matter how harsh, to be highly sexual.  Having my ass tormented, however, carries to such feeling.  It is naughty, yes, but not directly sexual and therefore, devoid of that motivation to endure it.  On this, my only motivation was that NW desired it.  That was going to have to be enough.

The first hard stroke fell and I blurted “seven”.  Several more blows fell and NW felt that my tolerance was not as high tonight as when I was punished.  I had thought the same thing.  Again, I think the fact that I was not being punished was making it harder to endure.  After a couple of more strokes, though, I found my groove.  NW was kind enough to let me somewhat recover from one blow before delivering the next…with a few exceptions.  She was more interested it being heavy-handed, marking me and prolonging it, rather than a burst of lighter blows that would quickly escalate beyond my ability to take in.

Soon all of the impacts were registering 8’s, 9’s and even some 10’s.  She became skeptical of my rating, thinking I was down playing the pain to keep her going.  So, she swung, in her words “harder than I ever have”, and the impact immediately tensed my whole body.  I cried out, “10!”  She smiled and said that she was testing me.  Of course, two blows later and I shrieked, “12!”, as the hardest force of the blow had hit my upper thigh, not my ass.  That, of course, is fair game.  But the hardest blows are intended for my backside proper.

She stopped and commented that it almost felt wrong to be so wet from hurting me.  She had me roll over onto my back, climbed onto the bed and mounted her throne.  Her weight pressed down onto my chest.  She slid her body forward and my waiting mouth locked onto her pussy.  She was not lying.  She was soaked.  Even moreso than earlier in the day.  I feasted.  She came.  She leaned back and moved her ass to my mouth.  I worshipped.  She came even more.  But she was not done with my ass.

Pics after the first round…

 

She had me roll back over onto my stomach and returned to the belt.  This time she focused more attention on the soft, vulnerable skin at the base of my ass, just above my balls.  Then onto the flogger again…back, shoulders, flanks, hips and ass.  She pulled my balls back and had me arch, to let them hang. Doubling the tails of the flogger, she began battering my balls with it.  Nothing extreme, but each blow enough to make me jerk.

Then she returned to the cane.  This round was not as long lived as the previous, but the blows held at a much higher level of pain.  Fully ninety percent of them were a 9 or 10, with the occasional missed mark well exceeding the goal of 10.

Several times she asked if I was okay.  She knows that I will go beyond what I “should” to give her what she wants.  I was okay.  I was prepared to keep going.  At the end, she would only hit me when I gave the okay, as every blow was at or near the limit.  I rushed myself, so that I was not slowing her down, and then she was sated.  My ass had been pummeled.  Even as thick skinned as I am, the marks were evident, especially from a tool whose impact is much deeper and not as superficially noticeable as a belt or lighter, flexible cane.

She consoled me, thanked me, soothingly rubbed me.  And I thanked her, sincerely.  She was sated…at least her want to hurt me.  I was sated, and my want of stimulation met.

Pics after the second round

She rolled back from me, onto her back, and I returned to pleasuring her.  First her ass, at it was offered again.  Then her sex.  I headily, lovingly and enthusiastically brought her to orgasm several times.

Once her need had been met, she rolled me over and began to work me over, as promised.  I was slow to respond.  My body was still reeling from the caning and, as I said, I felt sated.  In time, though, I responded and she stroked and sucked me to the edge.  She held me there for some time.  I was overly cautious in my feedback, as I was feeling so many things that I wasn’t sure how my body would respond.  No orgasm, no release, just minute after minute of riding near or on the edge.

When it was over, we lay there in each others arms…holding one another…kissing…and thanking one another for an incredibly intense and satisfying night.

Oh…and the morning after…

The Queen Upon Her Throne

Evening had arrived.  I came out of the bathroom, getting ready for bed, and there was NW, ready for play.  As I was already naked, I just climbed into bed next to her.  She wasted no time in starting to tease me.

After what seemed far too short of a time, she decided something new was needed.  So, she stood, re-positioned and took her seat, upon her throne.  I felt her full weight settle onto my chest.  She slid forward and began to feed me a feast that only royalty could provide.  I dutifully, and blissfully, devoured what I was offered.

An orgasm later and she reclined on her throne.  The length of her body resting against mine.  Her beautiful ass an inch away.  She slid forward, as though a command, and my mouth and tongue found their rightful place…servicing the needs of my wonderful NW.

A few orgasms ensued.  Then she sat upright, again, and allowed me the honor of cleaning the mess that I had caused.  Only to climb down from her throne and begin providing undeserved attention to her subject.

Once erect, she moved to straddle my crotch.  I thought that she intended to take me inside of her…to feel me stretch her sex.  But I was wrong.  Instead, she mounted me and let my cock lay flat beneath her pussy.  She reached down and pulled the head up, so that my cock curved with her body.  Then she began grinding, sliding, using the length of my cock as a toy for friction and my pulled up head to press against her clit.

She came, thankfully, before I was fully on edge.  When she almost immediately started again, though, it was more than I could resist.  She paused.  I asked a question.  The moment that passed allowed me to somewhat regain my composure.  She began again, pressing my cock head against her grinding clit.  It was still too much.  So, I dug my nails into my chest, trying to distract myself…to prolong the inevitable.  Sensing this, she dug the nails of her off-hand into my thigh.  It was enough.  She reached orgasm.  I had survived.  I would not lose my head tonight.

Rolling off of me, we were laying, side by side, head to foot.  She told me to use my fingers to pleasure her.  She is still withholding intercourse, for an unknown amount of time.  While I began to work her clit and labia, one finger, then two, found their way into her sex, as she slowly stroked me.  Mutual masturbation…mmm…

Then came the surprise.  She wanted more that two fingers.  She wanted more than three.  She wanted my whole fist, if I could make it work.  So, I began.  I used twice as much lubrication as was probably necessary.  But I knew the end goal was not likely to happen.  So, I needed every advantage I could muster.

Three fingers went in, sinking to the knuckles.  She moaned and arched.  I slowly worked them in and out, trying to make sure that she didn’t come, as the convulsions would undermine the goal.

A fourth finger joined the effort.  She moaned louder, arched harder, winced somewhat and I had to pause, before she went over the edge.  I slowly worked the four fingers in and out.  In to the point where my thumb would allow me no further depth.  Then is was time.

I covered everything in sight with another layer of lubricant and pulled back enough to align my thumb.  Despite her persistent stroking of me, I had lost much of my erection, by this point, as I was wholly focused on what I was doing.  I started my inward thrust.

It just wouldn’t go.  With all five fingers pushing their way in, the base knuckle of my thumb just was not going to clear, short of tearing/hurting her severely.  The fullness and the pain were enough to send her careening over the edge, though.  As she started to come, I pushed harder, knowing that the orgasm bought me a degree of latitude with how much pain she could endure.

My hand sank a little deeper, as the contractions of her orgasm tried to expel it.  Four fingers and the length of my thumb were fully inside of her.  The base knuckle of my thumb was touching her vagina…but it would go no further.  Her orgasms, however, seemed endless.  I have no idea how many she had, end to end and overlapping.  But she flooded from them.  I don’t think she has ever released so much ejaculate.  The towel beneath her was so soaked that the carpet beneath it, once it had been thrown off the bed, was wet.  Not damp, but wet…

She wanted more, but was sore and swollen.  She knew that we needed to end it for the night.  That did not mean that she was done with me, though.

We talked, as she worked my cock and balls.  Eventually she brought me back to edge.  I asked if I could have an orgasm (Yes, I wanted it.  Yet, no, I did not.).  She said “no”.  But, after glancing at the clock…9:52.  She said that, if I could get there before 9:55, she would ruin one for me.  How fucking delicious it that!?

She worked me, slowly, steadily.  I could have turned myself over to it and let it come.  She was merciful enough to keep it at a pace where I could just hold back, though, if I so desired.  I did.  I knew that she didn’t want me to have any release.  And we have discussed what even a ruined orgasm might do to my head space, this early in the process.  I fought it off.  But I rode that edge for three full minutes.  The tenseness in my abs, loins and shoulders never releasing.

She thanked me for holding off.  I was rewarded with a couple of rapid stroke edgings.  The end had come…but, once again, I had not.  Fortunately, NW had come enough, and intensely enough, for any five people.

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.

What is Vanilla?

NW and I were talking, the other day, and she said that she would be sad to do so, but could absolutely go back to “vanilla” sex.  That precipitated the conversation of what, exactly, vanilla sex is.

Employing my google-fu, it seems that the definition of “vanilla (or conventional) sex” is simply whatever is the cultural norm for your era and society.  I read a few articles and the consensus seemed to be that oral sex, manual sex, some toys and vaginal intercourse were considered “the norm”.  It could include a bit of roughness or intensity, but specifically excluded anything considered BDSM, fetish or kink.  In fact, most of what I read considered anal sex to be non-vanilla.  I guess they don’t know any gay/bi-sexual men…although some did note the exception.

NW and I always smile about that definition.  In a lot of ways, we consider ourselves “vanilla” or, at least, feel that what we are doing is vanilla.  We are cognizant of the fact that a lot of what we do is outside of the world’s view of it…but it just doesn’t seem that kinky to us.  I am sure many of you feel the same way.

So, how do we define the line between vanilla and kinky/alternative, for us?  (Just for fun, of course, as there is no real need.)

She and I agree on several things.  Like…having  hypodermic needles pushed all the way through my balls (see gallery) is definitely NOT vanilla.  Me using a belt (yes, the same one she used on me, yesterday) on her vulnerable, exposed pussy (see gallery), until she begged me to stop…only to continue on until she was crying, is NOT vanilla.  (Yes, she requested this from me.  I will not hurt her unless she wants or asks for it.)

But what about other things that the list would imply?  Anal sex?  Absolutely vanilla, when I am the giver.  But what if I’m not.  What if NW is pegging/fucking me?  To me, it is different, and carries a slight degree of taboo with it, but isn’t something I think of as “out there”. In fact, even if there was nothing BDSM-y, fetish-y or kinky going on in our sex life, I would let her do it if she really wanted to.

That said, it is something that I am much more guarded of someone knowing.  If  a co-worker came up and asked me if I fuck NW ‘s ass, I would affirm it…depending on the co-worker.  If they asked me if she fucked my ass, though, I would be much more reticent to admit that.  Does that mean it is well outside of vanilla?  When with NW, it is an intense, different, thing that we do…even having a feel of normalcy, in current context.  But someone else knowing it happens takes it to a different level.

What about analingus?  The first time I recall doing that was about twenty-five years ago…long before NW.  It felt naughty, but again, nothing extreme.  Maybe because I had thought about it so much beforehand.  The first time it was ever done to me, though, was by NW.  And it seemed incredibly naughty and taboo to be on the receiving end.

Now, I do it without thought.  She loves it and I think of it as being taboo, even if it doesn’t feel that way.  So, I would call it vanilla.  And I would tell the same co-worker that I (theoretically) told that I fuck NW’s ass that I stick my tongue in there afterwards.

So, it feels like what is vanilla isn’t completely tied to my reluctance to share that I engage in it….what would be deemed acceptable.

What do you all think?  Hopefully, there are some polls below.  Please participate…
If you have any other thoughts on what is or isn’t “vanilla”, please comment.

 

 

 

 

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.

Follow-up to Last Night’s Punishment…Edited

Having had an evening to think about it, and the chance to converse with NW, I wanted to do a follow-up to last night.  For many of you, it would not be that significant at all.  It just comes with the territory of being submissive, depending on your flavor of submission.
As someone who is normally the one doling out the punishment, and has never been punished, in scene/session/whatever, though, it is a big deal to me.  It is also not insignificant to NW, since she has never punished anyone like this…definitely not me.

From my side, as I previously posted, I felt guilty.  I am one of those folks that my word is as good as gold.  And even though I didn’t do it for any nefarious reason, I had broken my word nonetheless.
I wanted to be punished for that.  Psychologically, I needed to be punished for it.  While I have felt that way whenever I did not keep my word, it has never been over something as simple as touching myself.  And it was definitely not corporal punishment at the hands of my wife.  But I wanted it and, on some level, needed it.

I would be lying to say that I was not incredibly apprehensive.  Having chosen the cane, there was a bit of fear in how it was going to play out.  I was prepared to accept whatever she deemed sufficient, though.  There would be no protesting, no trying to escape.  I did this and it was time to suffer the consequences.

I never would have thought that I would feel that way, in this role and framework.  We must be doing something right.  I very much felt subject to her.

And when I rolled over, I was leaking precum copiously.  Since I was not stimulated at all, and was given nothing but pain, which hurt, I can only guess that I had become extremely aroused by the fact that NW was punishing me.  What a pleasant surprise!

But there is a flip-side to this.  How did NW feel about and perceive it?

She said that she felt a little silly, when she was setting up and waiting for me to get in the room.  But that, once I was in the room, it felt completely natural and serious.  Again, during our talk today, she expressed that she felt I absolutely deserved to be punished and that she had the right to punish me.  She said that she thought it would feel weird to do it…but it didn’t.  In fact, she said that it felt like it was the right thing to do.  (I am leaking just thinking about it)

I asked her if it made her feel powerful.  She didn’t like that word.  She said it made her feel like she had authority…was in control…and had an absolute right to the feel upset and displeased and to carry out a punishment to reinforce the rules and allow me to pay for my transgression.

She did all of those things.  She did them wonderfully.  She has come so far so quickly.  I am a lucky man, even with a still sore ass.
And I like feeling/knowing that I can turn myself over to her.

Edit:  I meant to add what our “cane” is.  It is not what I typically think of as a cane (the long dowels you normally see in videos).  This is a piece of 3/4″ quarter round moulding that is tightly wrapped in a single layer of black electrical tape (to protect from splinters).  It has  pretty good weight to it and the impacts are felt fairly deep.  It isn’t flexible at all.  So, when it hits you, it doesn’t give.