CAPTION: You're a cumslut...

CAPTION: Try a little further back...

BOOK REVIEW: The Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus by Violet Blue...

Mistress R always asks why I read books like these, because she had no complaints. But that's hardly the point, is it? In the highly competitive world of pussy eating, if you're standing still, you're going backwards... or is that Formula One?
Anyway, seeing as cunnilingus is almost certainly my favourite thing in the world ever (even better than Hotel Chocolat Caramel Cheesecake Chocolates), it stands to reason that I like to be well read in that area, not least because I genuinely aspire to pussy eating greatness. If there was a world championship of cunnilingus, my dream would be to on the top step of that podium, and despite Mistress R's claims to the contrary, I'm sure I'm a long way from Olympic standard yet (watch out for those damned Eastern Europeans!).
So yes, I have read a few books on this topic... and the best one is still 'She Comes First'.
This one is okay though, and perhaps a bit easier to read. The tone is relaxed and the advice seems pretty sound. There's even some BDSM type tips for pain play, though I don't think Mistress R is going to be up for any pussy slapping or multiple peg zip-lines. In fact lets hope she doesn't ask me what a 'multiple peg zip-line' is, because I don't fancy it either!
So yeah, if you've never read a book on this subject, this is probably a pretty good bet really... but if you have, this probably won't be that useful.

Oooooooooh yes...

Mmm, just been invited to come back to bed by Mistress R and allowed to worship her beautiful pussy once more (that was a long five days let me tell you!). Not only that but after Mistress R had her lovely orgasm she soon had me nice and hard and decided to sit on my cock for a few minutes, teasing me with some rapid thrusts every now and then. God it felt so amazing being inside her again... the first time since the 1st of June. So far I'm still managing to keep control relatively easily, which is quite surprising I think, considering I'm now on day 22 of denial...
To be completely honest, as much as I desperately wanted her to touch my cock this morning, what I really wanted more than anything was to feel her cum against my tongue. Making Mistress R cum always makes me feel completely blissed out and very, very happy. I absolutely adore the taste of her pussy and I love that I can taste her for hours afterwards. Mmmm, I am so chilled right now. Which is amazing really for someone with such heavy balls!

CAPTION: A nice surprise...

That time of the night...

"At that time of the night, when streetlights throw crosses through windowpanes...".

Ah good old Marillion... Only in my case it wasn't so much streetlights throwing crosses through windowpanes, it was more like the beginning of a new day! Why oh why did I think it was a good idea to stay up until 3:15 this morning? It was starting to get light FFS! And then the birds started tweeting... aargh, shut up you feathery bastards!
Despite this, I awoke this morning to the thoroughly beautiful sight of Mistress R, half on top of the bedclothes, sleeping peacefully and amazingly, despite the monumental tiredness I was experiencing, as I looked at her I realised my cock was absolutely rock hard, the tip coated with a liberal sheen of pre-cum... I guess that's what nineteen days of chastity does for you, and I've still got another nine to go (or maybe more?) and I'm, loving it, loving it, loving it!
Hmmm, last night's foot worship was an absolute joy for sure, but I hope it won't be too much longer before Mistress R demands my tongue in a more... can't think of a clever euphemism so I'll just say 'pussy based scenario', haha. I really am a complete addict, and I don't care who knows it!

CAPTION: Bring your A-game...

CAPTION: Good boy...

CAPTION: The way she begs them...

Short but sweet...

Another Saturday afternoon, another orgasm for Mistress R... and of course my long overdue confession and punishment! Sadly we did not have as much time available to us this afternoon as we would have liked as we are doing something later, so it was all a bit rushed. Naturally the important bit came first and I spent a lovely twenty minutes or so coaxing Mistress R to a nice satisfying orgasm with my fingers and tongue. After that I was straight up on my knees and Mistress R was wasting no time, demanding I tell her 'what she needed to know'. Me being a bit slow got a couple of swats from the paddle before I'd even confessed anything, and once I'd confessed to touching my cock six times over the last twelve days I received a further twenty two (I think) paddle swats and lashes of the whip.
As usual it hurt quite a lot at the time but half an hour later I can't feel a thing, which doesn't make it much of a deterrent really. Similarly Mistress R's assertion that if I can't keep my hands off my cock then she might have to instigate the use of the CB-3000 is unlikely to say the least (even if it was hot to hear her say it). I don't know if it was due to time constraints but there was no mention of having me wear the CB-3000 other than that, and I wasn't about to put it on without permission. Oh well, we've got a whole week off now and our Femdom session on Friday, so we'll see.
Mistress R did give me a brief tease and warned me that if I can't keep my hands of my cock then she might have to consider less teasing in the future, which is much more of a deterrent than the paddle to be honest...
Mistress didn't press me for details of my infractions, other than to check that I didn't cum, which is perhaps as well seeing how many 'edges' I've given myself recently

CAPTION: Well if you are serious...

Mmm, lovely...

Just had the exquisite pleasure of making Mistress R cum once again, God I love the taste of her. Is there any greater feeling in the world than the woman you adore bucking hard against your tongue... Some nice gentle stroking for me, and a warning that she will be taking confession on Saturday (with the added warning, 'whatever you've done, don't do any more!'), but still no orgasm. Perhaps it's gonna go all the way to the next Femdom session on the 17th! That'll be 20 days, not a record, but still a while, that's assuming I get to cum then, maybe not!
I'm quite excited at the prospect of being 'made' to lose weight. I've been over seventeen stone for years now and it is miserable really, I know I only have myself to blame... but this is just what I need and who knows what positive benefits this could lead to. Mistress R is obviously very happy with my positive reaction and just now after I made her cum she said something about 'seeing me in my chastity device this weekend', err, what? This could be VERY interesting!!!

So as I mentioned earlier...

I hope you all visited the Locked Husband's blog and read his latest post. What really struck a chord with me was where he mentioned how when he is locked (or in my case merely 'denied') his Mistress's orgasm means so much to him. This is so true. When Mistress R cums it is such a rush for me, it's a feeling of total satisfaction that not even coming oneself can always bring. I never feel closer to her than when I am holding onto her and feeling her bucking against my tongue as she cums, it is a truly wonderful feeling and one which is wholly addictive.
I don't know about other women of course, but I really don't believe Mistress R has any idea just how much her body turns me on. I mean yes of course women know that guys like to look at them naked (dur!) but I'm sure she doesn't appreciate to what extent seeing her naked pussy makes me feel completely helpless to resist her. I have always loved going down on women, but since the start of the whole chastity thing even I am surprised how much more I love it and want it (and I lusted after it pretty much constantly anyway!). Seriously, if any woman doubts the power of her sexuality she needs to try talking to a chastity-male... because I'm damn sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Of course it's not just the chastity aspect, I recall maybe a year or so ago, during a Femdom session, I had an experience the like of which I'd never had before. I was on my knees on the bed and Mistress R was having me suck her strap-on and look up at her as she stood in front of me. She was talking to me the whole time and she said something about making me suck another man's cock and right then I looked up at her and I thought she looked so beautiful and so supremely sexy that I just had this feeling of complete and utter submission wash over me and I knew that right there, right at that moment I would do exactly that if that was what she wanted, without a moment's hesitation. I don't know how to describe it better than that, but it was almost like I could physically feel this awareness descending on me, and at the same time I felt a little dizzy with the realization of just how far into sub-space I was going.
After the session I wanted to try and express to her how she had made me feel, but I simply couldn't talk about it, I guess I was kind of worried about what she would think of me. In fact it took me several more days before I could actually spit it out and even then I was never really sure that she truly understood the depth of feeling she had generated in me.
And that feeling has stayed with me to some degree, almost like crossing a threshold... like I can never go back, or un-know that feeling. Which is why when I read Mistress 160's blog today about a collaring ceremony I feel like I truly understand why people feel the need to go that extra mile to 'give' themselves over to their partners completely. When you read and hear about how people abuse their 'marriages', it makes you feel like mere marriage is not enough to symbolise what you feel for your partner. It seems to have become so devalued that it doesn't sufficiently represent that depth of feeling that you want to convey any more.
That said I certainly wouldn't want to jump on the 'collaring' bandwagon, not least because I can appreciate that the levels of commitment necessary to earn the right to wear one are not right for a relationship like ours which is essentially too 'vanilla'.
But still that is in essence the sort of symbolic gesture I would love to make to Mistress R. A lot of people would probably say that we should renew our vows, but I don't need to renew them. I haven't broken them and I don't intend to. It always strikes me that people who 'renew' their vows are either trying to repair something or simply looking for an excuse to get dressed up, of course I'm sure that's not always the case, but  once again, this is something which to me is devaluing 'marriage'.
When we got married a lady that Mistress R used to work with mentioned that ours was a fantastic wedding because we (the bride and groom) seemed completely oblivious to anyone else in the church, that we were the only people that mattered and that we were only there for each other. To my mind that is how marriage should be, not whether the ribbon on the bridesmaids' dress matches the trimmings on the table. None of that shit really matters, and the sooner 'marriage' stops being an 'industry' the better as far as I'm concerned.

CAPTION: The true extent of your devotion...

Some observations after the first nine weeks...

Well, it's been just over two months since Mistress R took full time control of my cock and orgasms, and what a wonderful two months it's been! Mistress R has enjoyed a total of  20 orgasms during that time (that's 2.3 per week, or one every three days), whereas I have had just 6 (that’s 0.67 per week, or about one every 10 days). Which in Mistress R’s case is probably more than expected and less than I’d hoped, and in my case less than expected but more than I’d hoped… so all in all we’re doing pretty well so far!
Besides, I can’t help thinking that my average over those two months might be higher than it will prove to be over the coming months. Because four of my six came in April, and I’d wager that since Mistress R has got used to the idea of limiting my releases, May’s total might be more representative of my future quota. Who knows, maybe one day soon I’ll have a month completely devoid of any release… or she might just decide to give me more orgasms in one night than I’ve had in the last month! I just don’t know, and as ever it’s all up to my beautiful Mistress R (just as it should be).
Of course, the orgasm stats are only half the story and the idea of me not being allowed to touch my cock has been rather less successful. I would say on average I’ve failed two or three times a week (at least) in this regard (though again I stress I haven’t cum by my own hand since April 1st), sometimes this means just giving it a squeeze to assuage an early morning ache, sometimes it means several edges in a row… I’d love this not to be the case, but whereas I’ve found getting used to not coming relatively easy, the exact opposite is true when it comes to keeping my hands off my cock. Of course the fact that I’m not coming as often is making it harder, or so you would think, but even on the days directly after a permitted orgasm I’m still finding it almost impossible to resist…
So what’s the answer? Well, as Mistress R is not overly keen on the idea of the CB-3000, I can only hope she finds a suitable deterrent or makes my current punishment a bit harder to take. Of course the ultimate punishment would be to deny my tongue access to her beautiful pussy, but that would rather be cutting off her nose to spite her face wouldn’t it? The annoying thing is that I would dearly love to be able to abide by Mistress R’s rules, as I know that when I do manage to keep my hands off the eventual teasing by Mistress R’s is even more intense and gloriously (un)satisfying. And therein lies the reasoning behind my own desire to be ‘locked’. Ten minutes in that thing was enough to make me realise why so many men are willing to put up with the hassle and inconvenience of a chastity belt, as you cannot compare the feeling of loss of control with simply being instructed to keep your hands off. That said, I’m still scared shitless of the thing, in the same way that someone might be scared of a roller coaster (not a very good example as I hate roller coasters, but you know what I mean!)… but it’s a moot point as Mistress R isn’t keen and anyway I’m still not convinced I would actually enjoy wearing it for more than short periods…
Leaving that aside, this past two months has been something of a revelation, as I think we have felt closer than we have for a long time (and we have always been a very close couple anyway), we kiss and touch constantly, we both seem more at ease sexually and Mistress R is gradually coming to terms with the idea that she should take all the pleasure she wants from me whenever she wants it.
For my part I certainly have no regrets whatsoever, I’m sure I’ve spent more time this past two months pleasuring Mistress R than I have for any similar period in the last decade, and from what I’ve seen of late her orgasms have become stronger and more satisfying than ever before (only my impression, she may disagree). I adore being teased by her, having her stroking my cock however she likes until she leaves me rock hard and throbbing, and being inside her but knowing I’m not allowed to cum is a feeling I can’t even begin to describe… it makes me feel a little dizzy just thinking about it.
Although I was a little surprised when Mistress R decided that not only would I not be allowed to beg to be allowed to cum, but that I also wouldn’t be allowed to ask to be allowed inside her, I think it has worked out really well. Because now when she decides it is time I know she really wants me inside her and that makes it so much more enjoyable for me and special for the pair of us. I also love that Mistress R has overcome her reservations about making me lick her clean when she does permit me to cum inside her, because that is a wonderful experience and something I am always waiting for…
It will certainly be interesting to see what transpires in the coming months as Mistress R becomes more and more comfortable in her new role. Maybe she will decide to go all out and push for the fifty days of chastity she threatened me with before, or perhaps she might announce that in future I will have to eat my cum every time I am allowed to orgasm and then make me cum seven days in a row? Oh such sweet cruelty, I can’t help but look forward to whatever Mistress R plans for me. She truly is a Goddess in my eyes.