An Orgasm a Day.

My wife used to be quite an orgasmic woman.

In those formative years when people experiment with themselves my darling slave experimented quite a bit.

Yet somehow in the years after that exploration and marriage she went from an orgasm a day to 2-3 a week. Quite a difference!

The hope when she was the Mistress was that we would get back to the 1 orgasm a day she used to feel when she was exploring.

Even at the height of her control I could not achieve the desired effect of 1 orgasm a day.

Yet, now with my dominance it is so clear how to get to 1 orgasm a day. Starting tomorrow my slave will be required to orgasm every single day. Quite often I hope to include a lot of intimacy in this however even if she is not fully in the mood she will orgasm every single day because it pleases me.

Thankfully we have the Magic Wand. With that little device she will be able to orgasm every single day within 5-10 minutes even if she is not initially aroused.

She agreed to this readily even though she realizes that she will not always be horny and in the mood for an orgasm.

She wants to achieve a level of sexuality with me that she hasn't achieved before. A required orgasm a day is the best way to it.

Let's see how the first week goes, shall we? ;-)

And Begging for Caging

My slave always comes up with the most devious ideas for me. I barely need to think of ways to torment him; arouse him just a bit, and he’ll end up telling me exactly what he fears and hopes I’m about to do.

That was the case yesterday as we prepared to finally order our Queen’s Keep.

Slave (who works nights and sleeps days) had left me a not-so-humble message requesting that I awaken him that afternoon by “jumping his bones.” I wasn’t particularly in the mood for that, for a variety of reasons, so I decided that I would give him everything he wanted except the orgasm. It seemed a fitting way to start the day we planned to buy our first metal cage.

As I slid naked between the silky sheets and wrapped my hand around his cock, slave immediately woke up as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the bone-jumping in his sleep. He didn’t know yet what was in store. 

“Good morning, love,” I whispered in the playfully dominant tone that he would have recognized as dangerous if he’d been fully awake. The curtains were still drawn and the room dark. His eyes were sleepy and half-aware as I pressed small kisses against his face and ear, my hand quickly teasing his penis upright. “So you want me to jump your bones this morning, hmm?” 

“Mmm, yes.” He reached for my nipples, and I let him touch briefly before deciding that wasn’t what I wanted. Instead of indulging his touch, I pulled my hand away from his cock and pressed my face against his chest, biting his nipple and kissing downward just a few inches. He gasped sharply in expectation, recognizing my usual signal that I am going to continue down his body and suck him. 

As his body tightened in readiness for my mouth, I abruptly moved back up to look him in the eyes.

“Oh, did you think I was going to suck you?” My hand brushed just the edge of the base of his erection. “Did you think I was about to move down here?”

“Yes,” he whimpered with the dawning realization that I was not in a generous mood. Suddenly, he gave me the perfect focus for the afternoon: “You’re going to make me beg to buy the cage, aren’t you?” 

I love it when slave’s innermost desires make themselves known like that. He claims he doesn’t do it on purpose, but it happens so often.

“What a good idea…” I said thoughtfully. “Yes, now that you mention it, I think I will!”

I spent half an hour extending my slow progression of licking and kisses and sucking down his chest, over his stomach, and finally to his pelvis, only to pass it by and suck hard on his inner thigh. Each time I paused to kiss him deeply on the lips before slowly starting my journey again at his nipples, my right hand always trailing down to almost touch his hardness as I kissed. If his hand ever moved toward his cock, I halted, removing it but not bothering to restrain him, starting over again from the top.

When he was breathing hard and gasping at my smallest touch, I finally, unceremoniously took him into my mouth, tightening my lips like the entrance to my pussy, sliding down in one smooth movement to take him fully inside. His balls instantly tightened in my hand, but I sucked hard for a few more seconds before drawing back to work the head with my tongue. He started begging—but not the right way.

“Oh pleeeease, let me cum, please Mistress….”

I sat up and raised an eyebrow. “Cum? Isn’t there something else you’d like to beg for instead?”

As usual, his silence did not last much longer after I applied myself to his rock-hard cock again. 

“Please…Mistress…slave wants to buy the cage…slave wants to be locked up all the time.”

I paused again—not the reaction he’d been hoping for. I released the cock and straddled him, pressing my chest to his and enjoying the intimate contact as I smiled into his eyes. “So you want to be locked up, do you, slave? That’s going to be fun.” 

“Please….” His hips were rotating against me. I was a little wet after all this teasing, and I decided to test the waters, though I doubted I’d let him cum inside me. I sat up and eased him into me slowly, drawing pained gasps from him as I withdrew over and over until he was comfortably inside. “Please…it would be fitting for me to cum inside you on this day that I begged to be caged…” he begged.

“Would it?” I asked skeptically. “I think it would be more fitting if I didn’t let you cum on this day. Don’t you agree?”

His eyes widened as he moaned a bit and shook his head. He touched me and tried to spark my full arousal, but I simply wasn’t in the right mood to follow that path. I teased him a bit more with my wetness, rotating on top of him, clenching around him. And then, with no warning, I withdrew. “Not today, slave.”

His desperate whining and thrusting into the air convinced me to finish him off quickly with a subpar orgasm that would allow him to focus on the other household affairs I wanted to discuss before he left for work. I gave him a quick and fairly unsatisfying hand job to take the edge off his horniness, and we soon proceeded to the Mature Metal website. I was gripping his still-hard cock as I clicked the mouse to finally confirm our purchase of a Queen's Keep.

A note on the purchase, for the curious: Our decision was between the Jail Bird and the Queen’s Keep. He’d favored the Queen’s Keep originally, but we considered the JB because so many people cited it as the most popular. Ultimately, we went with the QK for these reasons: my slave found it aesthetically more pleasing, and we were able to order a security screw. This would allow him to be less self-conscious about a padlock clinking inside his pants, and it would provide insurance that he couldn’t make a copy of the key. (I don’t particularly think he ever would, since this is not truly forced chastity, but it still seems to arouse him to know that he can’t.)

Besides, I must say I like the name of the Queen’s Keep better. It keeps the focus where it belongs: on me, the holder of the key.

Mistress K

Measurements

I came home from work today to find my slave finally measuring himself for a Mature Metal cage. As soon as I came in, it became a bit too…hard for him continue, of course, but we are almost there! 

We’ve had a lot of time to reflect on our continued desire for a Mistress/slave relationship and long-term chastity. My father-in-law passed away a few weeks ago, which is why I have not posted recently. Aside from the logistics that always follow death, our sexual activity has been less playful, more intimate, and simply not suited for blog posting! Fortunately, today’s measurement session seems to have sparked us both!

It has been interesting to see that in spite of emotional upheaval my dominant tendencies have stayed strong, and J’s desire to submit and be controlled are just as important to him as ever. We aren’t going forward with domination and chastity to give him an outlet for his upset emotions—that wouldn’t be a very healthy reason. It just happens to be a good side effect. We’re continuing because through it all, that has aroused us and appealed to us and been our instinctive desire.

We discussed this matter of the motives for beginning chastity even before these events, when our measuring rings arrived. I noticed that my husband was hesitant, and possibly more nervous than aroused as it drew nearer. Somehow, through one of the deep episodes of communication I think are so necessary to this lifestyle, we realized that I have been a bit afraid of penetrative sex, and that this was influencing my desire to start chastity. 

To give an abbreviated explanation for this: Mistress K has a tight pussy (read: really damn small), we had few opportunities for sex in the past due to a lengthy long-distance relationship, and neither of us is experienced at all. This has led to about as many physically uncomfortable sexual encounters as pleasurable ones for me. This is normal, of course, but in the stress of dealing with family illness, the anxiety of worrying about whether it would be great or uncomfortable this time was outweighing my enjoyment of having a cock inside me. This obviously needed to be addressed thoroughly before we went any further. 

The solution was simple, really. I will have to thoroughly train him to pleasure me well with his cock before we begin really long periods of denial. Now that it’s framed in this way, with the proper mindset, it doesn’t seem difficult at all. Very importantly, there will be no sense that we’re missing out on a part of our sexual relationship due to fear, or that we chose the path of chastity because of any latent feelings that might lead to dissatisfaction later. 

I’ve ordered my slave to begin wearing his collar around the apartment again tomorrow, and he hasn’t been allowed to cum without permission for a week now. We are back on track. And back online.

Mistress K