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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
It has been a while since my last post but, hey, I've been busy. One of the few drawbacks of living in a beautiful resort city is there is seems to be an unending stream of guests that visit and stay over for days, sometimes many days. The latest guests were an old childhood friend of my wife's, her husband and two kids. They stayed for eight days. Eight days. Eight Days! Of course, they wanted to see every sight and, since the husband went on every sightseeing trip, my wife thought it would be unseemly if I didn't. I am in a Wife Led Marriage so no more needed to be said. I went everywhere with them.
Finally, Sunday arrived, and after a long day of walking around the zoo, we dropped them off at the airport, stopped for a bite to eat and made it home. Both of us were exhausted but I did hold out some hope of some intimate play. All week my wife had mentioned how good I was being and how she would make it up to me - usually with a sly grin to emphasize the point. It had been fourteen days since my last release; generally I went ten to fifteen days between orgasms. There was no rule or anything about it but my wife seemed to need the feel of me cumming inside of her about that often. I also had not been out of my chastity device during that whole two week period which was unusual - generally she took me out to play and tease once or twice a week. With guests in the house though, there was no chance of that - my wife never played when we had guests staying over.
We arrived home and my hopes rose when she said:
"Fix me a drink honey - I'm beat. My feet are killing me."
Asking me to fix her a drink was always a good sign that she wanted to play but I thought she was probably too tired to do anything but cuddle tonight. So, off I went into the kitchen and fixed her a vodka and lemonade cooler. She was seated on the couch, had taken her sandals off and had her feet propped up on the coffee table when I served her the drink. She thanked me for it, took a long sip and turned on the TV, settling back into the couch to relax.
I've learned to do many things without being asked over these many months since we adopted the Wife Led Marriage and it always pleases my wife greatly for a personal service to just happen, without her having to ask. I went upstairs and picked up a few towels, a basin and a bottle of scented skin lotion. Returning downstairs, I filled a large pitcher with warm water and returned to the den with everything. My wife looked up at me and gave me a marvelous smile. I love to see that smile!
Seating myself on the floor near her feet, my back to her, I moved the coffee table away and placed her legs over my shoulders, the back of her knees nestled on my collarbone. Her feet rested on my lap which I had covered with a soft bath towel. Gently, I put the empty basin under her feet and then slowly poured the water from the pitcher over her feet, into the basin. She gave a long sigh of relief, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as the warm water splashed over her sore tootsies, filling the basin up to her lower ankles. With a washcloth, I began gently rubbing the soles of her feet, then the tops and ankles and finally each toe, individually. I could tell she was enjoying it from the sighs of pleasure she would emit and the curling of her toes.
When her feet were completely clean, I took them out of the basin and rested them on the towel in my lap. With another towel, I gently dried them. The TV was on and I heard her laugh as she watched a re-run of Friends and I laughed along with her as I began squeezing a generous amount of lotion into my hand. I rubbed the palms of my hands together to lubricate both of them well and then began massaging her feet, beginning at the soles with long, slow circles with my thumbs.
She lowered the sound on the TV so she could focus more on the wonderful feeling of pleasure she was getting from the foot massage. As I worked on one foot, I could feel her other foot playfully digging into my crotch. Finding my steel covered cock, she dug her foot in and twisted it slowly, back and forth, as though she was extinguishing a cigarette. Good God, that felt good after two weeks of practically no play. When I finished with one foot and began working on the other, she began running her fingers through my hair and rubbing the back of my neck. It was a deeply intimate moment of connection for both of us. In addition to pure lust, I felt a powerful sense of devotion to my wife that was very separate from the lust.
I heard the slurp of air mixed with the last of the drink going through the straw and smiled. With three ounces of Vodka in that drink, I knew she would be very relaxed and very playful. Even after all of these years together, she still needs some alcohol to loosen her inhibitions enough to let free the inner vamp she has always had inside of her.
She bent over at the waist and hugged me, her hands holding my face and turning it as she kissed me. We exchanged tongues as we kissed passionately. As we kissed, she used her feet to find my swollen, chastity device constrained genitals and massaged.
"Let's take a shower together," she whispered and then licked my ear.
She unwrapped herself from me and turned off the television. I helped her up and we held hands as we climbed the staircase to our bedroom. We barely got into the bedroom when her hands went immediately to my belt, undid it, opened the waist button and yanked my fly down. In a flash, she had both hands down the inside of my underwear, one in front cupping my balls from underneath, the other massaging the cheeks of my ass.
My heart was pounding as my desire rocketed up at her touch. My hands roamed all over her soft, slim body as our lips pressed together and our tongues danced in a fluttering circle. We were like teenagers. Is it possible that we have been married for twenty years and made love countless times together. It still felt all new - all unexplored.
We made it to the shower and soaped each other up in the cascading, hot water, our mouths rarely leaving each other. With her back to me, my lips explored her ear as I soaped up her belly and breasts, allowing my hand to snake down between her legs and massage her with a sudsy hand. She ground her ass into my steel covered crotch and leaned back against me, pinning me to the wall. She rinsed herself and then took the handheld shower head from its cradle and rinsed me off, turning the dial to high power spray and directing it inside the bars of my device. The pulsing hot water felt so good. She turned off the water and then hugged me tightly, the back of her head nestled into the crook of my neck and chest. It felt like every nerve-ending I had was abuzz and pulsing with excitement.
"Get the bed ready," she whispered as she went into her walk-in closet and closed the sliding, mirrored door.
I went about the tasks, putting on one of our special love-making sheets on the bed and placing the silicon lube and toys she liked within easy reach on the night stand. I put some soft music on, an Enya mix, from my Iphone, blue-toothed to the sound system in our bedroom. I lay down on the soft, cool sheets and waited for her. The wait wasn't long and it was well worth it.
She emerged from the closet wearing an open-breasted, black teddy, black thigh-high stockings and the special black panties I had bought her - the ones with large, white print that says "I Have the Pussy, So I Make the Rules." It was so perfect - so perfect. I just drank in the vision as she approached, then she climbed onto the bed, crawling over until she was straddling me, then leaning over and kissing me, long and hard, with an urgency that she rarely displayed. She whispered in my ear:
"I want you." She opened up her closed hand to reveal the key to my device - actually a tiny, custom made screwdriver to undo the locking screw of my Watchful Mistress.
She rose up, then slid down my torso to my thighs and reseated herself. With hands quivering a little from excitement, she found the locking screw, inserted the key and unscrewed it, handing me the screw and the key as she slowly removed the steel-barred tube covering my dick. It was like she was performing a magic trick, uncovering the rabbit from under the hat - Voila - there it is! It immediately rose, already engorged with blood and now free to expand. I quickly removed the ring before it got trapped in place by my swelling cock.
She had this incredible grin and she giggled as she gripped the shaft tightly, causing the head to bulge. Slowly, she lowered herself and extended her tongue but held it just above the head of my dick. I thrust up to reach it but she pulled away.
"Uh, Uh-uhhhh, stay still or the tube goes back on."
I froze, as still as I could be as she again slowly approached the head of my dick with the tip of her tongue then stopped less than an inch from it. She held it there and then looked up at me to see the effect she was having on me. Obviously, the look on my face tickled her since she giggled again before she lowered her tongue until the tip of it just grazed the small slit of my cock's urethral opening. I moaned loudly and she pulled back for a moment before continuing down, opening her mouth wide to engulf my dick head, the tip of her tongue just touching the tip of it. She stopped and didn't close her mouth around it, just holding it there, surrounding it but just barely touching it.
I was going out of my mind. At that moment, I would have done anything, ANYTHING, to feel her lips close around me and take me into that warm, wet cavern. But, it was not to be, at least not yet. She pulled up until her mouth was above it again and then just flicked her tongue, catching the underside of my head before she rose back up and slid back up my torso.
"If you want more, you will have to earn it," she said smiling but the tone of her voice indicated she was completely serious.
She slid further up my torso until she was at the very top of my chest, her black panty covered crotch covering my field of vision, the white lettering so close to my eyes that I couldn't actually read them, but I knew what it said: "I Have the Pussy, So I Make the Rules." I knew what it said and I understood it. In fact, my understanding of it deepened every day and especially on days like this when we played.
Her sweet, musty scent filled my nostrils and I took it all in, breathing as deeply as I could with her bottom resting on my upper chest. That scent is so connected in my mind with intensely pleasurable experiences that I feel that pleasure, that zing or buzz or whatever you call it, just from the scent. My mind and body are wired to respond it.
She pressed her panty covered crotch against my mouth and rubbed against my nose and lips. My lips parted and I pressed my tongue against the hot, soft panty material and that wonderful taste was added to the scent. My tongue found the furrow of her pussy lips and dug in, pressing forward and upward along the soft groove. She moaned in response and tightened her legs against the side of my chest. My hands reached around and caressed her smooth, nylon covered calves, finding the soles of her feet and rubbing them before returning the curves of her legs.
Slowly, she began grinding her pussy against my mouth and then humping it with short, sharp thrusts of her hips. Each thrust elicited a loud moan: "Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh." This continued for several minutes, my tongue finding the rhythm and thrusting back against the top of her panty covered slit. She was rocking back and forth, slowly picking up speed and intensity, steadying herself with one hand on the headboard as her other hand slipped down inside the panty waistband and played with herself.
She wanted my tongue inside her, I knew she did from the way she was thrusting but, of course, that was impossible with the panty covering her entrance. She solved the problem on her own, suddenly rising up until she was half standing, straddling my torso, still using one hand to steady herself on the headboard. With her other hand, she gripped the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, raising one foot to slip through the leg hole of the panty and then the other and then flinging it away, before plopping back down on my chest and resuming her humping, this time with her pussy opening unobstructed.
Immediately, I thrust my tongue into her as far as it would go, tasting the hot, slick wetness of her juices. She slipped one hand behind my head and pulled me hard against her crotch, my tongue extending as far into her as I could before withdrawing and then thrusting it in again. She moaned loudly, continuously as she humped my tongue, grinding her hard bud against my upper lip.
I felt her weight shift to the right and then return. I should have known what she was doing but I was so focused on keeping the rhythm of her thrusts with my tongue. I was thus startled by the sudden, loud Buzzzzzzzzzz of her wand vibrator, the one she had leaned over and picked up from the nightstand where I had put it. She held it up and then put it behind her back, looking over her shoulder to find her target. I felt the jolt of the vibrator head under my balls and jerked up, nearly levitating completely off the mattress. My wife is now full of surprises and that was sure one of them. She laughed loudly at my response, digging the vibrator head harder into that sensitive patch between the base of my cock and my anus.
She slid back down my torso until she was straddling my hips, keeping the vibrator pressed against me. She rose up a bit and then back down, carefully positioning herself, using her free hand to guide the incredibly hard shaft of my cock so it was nestled lengthwise along the groove of her pussy slit. Then she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on me. She used her fingers to press the head of my dick against the swollen bud of her clit and moaned every time it made contact. Back and forth, back and forth she slowly rocked, eyes closed and face turned up as she disappeared into that blissful, pre-orgasmic place she goes to.
After what seemed like several minutes, she brought the wand vibrator back around and pressed it against the top of her mound and continued to rock back and forth, sliding my cock between her pussy lips. I was also lost in the enveloping pleasure until she dropped the vibrator head a little too far down where it met the very sensitive head of my dick. The pain jolted me out of the blissful place I had been and I jerked back, away from what felt like a swarm of angry bees attacking the swollen head of my cock.
She continued to rock back and forth, sliding me along her slit. The first time the vibrator hit my dick head was an accident. I wasn't so sure the second time. By the third time, it dawned on me that my wife was enjoying the reaction she was getting from me when she did that. And so she continued to rock back and forth for several more minutes, occasionally "grazing" my dick head with the powerful vibrator - now up to its second of four speeds. One good thing about the sudden interruptions of my pleasure is it backed me down from the orgasmic climb.
My wife was jerking in spasms as she rocked along my shaft. From experience, I knew she was having small, multiple orgasms that she could continue almost indefinitely, at least until exhaustion. She's told me that sometimes she reaches an orgasmic plateau in which she feels continuous waves of orgasmic pleasure but without the final, orgasmic spasms of a full release. This was one of those times.
Then, after several minutes, she suddenly stopped rocking, rose up and, while kneeling astride my thighs, turned around. Facing away from me, she rose up again, slipped her hand around my shaft and guided it to her hole.
Then, slowly, she eased down until I was buried balls deep in her. She uttered a loud sigh of pleasure as I hit bottom. She held me there and pressed down hard. I could feel the head of my cock against her cervix as she ground herself down on me. She rose up, sliding me out about halfway, before dropping back down again, pressing the vibrator head against her clit as she did so. She repeated this a half dozen times or so, each time letting out a high pitched mewl of pleasure.
Then, after burying me inside her as deep as she could, she began grinding away, making small circles with her hips and tilting them so the top of her tunnel was pressed down hard on my impaling shaft. She was crying "Oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!!" as the waves of pleasure went through her. But she hadn't reached the grand finale - and again, from experience, I knew that sometimes the vibrator numbed her out and she couldn't reach that finale. I so wanted her to finish.
I did something that I had tried a couple of times before with great success in getting her over the top. I reached over to the night stand, found the silicon lube and poured a generous amount in my palm. Rubbing my hands together, I spread the lube around. Then I gripped her ass cheeks firmly and began massaging them before sliding my thumbs down between her ass cheeks and slowly spreading them. She jumped in reaction, a loud moan of pleasure confirming I was headed in the right direction. Rhythmically, I spread and closed her ass cheeks apart, each time moving my thumbs closer to her anus. Finally, as my thumbs found the tight, wrinkled sphincter of her anus, I began slowly rubbing them back and forth across it, using the tips of my thumbs to slowly open her up.
It didn't take long. As soon as I inserted the tips of my thumbs she leaped of my thighs and crunched down in a sudden jerk, then flew back up, face tilted up as she cried, "I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" She jerked spasmodically in every direction, my dick still imbedded in her. It must have lasted fifteen or twenty seconds and towards the end, she began to laugh - a kind of cackle of amazement at the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Finally, she collapsed backwards with a huge exhale as my still rigid cock slipped out of her and bounced in the cool air.
She was completely wet, slick from a combination of sweat and silicon lube. My arms went around her hugging her close to me, my hands gently cupping her breasts. Her long, damp hair covered my face as her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. I felt her body relax completely and her breathing slowly. She turned on her side and found a comfortable niche under my chin as she slipped into a post-orgasmic state of total relaxation and near loss of consciousness. I loved the feel of her curled up on me - the heat, slickness, her scent, the quiet sound of her breath escaping her lips. Although I hadn't cum, I slipped into a relaxed state as well. My heart beat slowed along with hers.
We lay together like that for some time, perhaps ten minutes or so before she started to stir. I felt her turn back over and then sit up, her legs curled around my hips. She reached over and tapped my dick which was now only semi-erect. I felt her gently grip the shaft and slowly pump it up and down a few times. I was coming out of my relaxed state and felt her hand on my shaft. I also felt myself stiffen as I remembered her wild ride on me.
"Oh my," she said, "It's still alive."
"Yes, . . . yes it is," I replied.
"Do you have enough energy left to get on top? I can barely move."
"Of course Hon. I'd love to," I quickly responded, seizing my chance.
She rolled off me and lay flat on her back, arms and legs splayed out in a posture of exhaustion. I took a pillow and slipped it under her hips. I knelt between her thighs and lifted her legs until they were bent and her feet were flat on the mattress. I inched forward on my knees until I made contact, cock against a very wet pussy. She reached over and gripped the shaft just behind the head with a thumb and two fingers. She placed it on her slit and rubbed it up and down, pausing at her clit to massage around it in small circles. She then placed it at the opening of her vagina and introduced just the head into her hot, wet tunnel.
I started to thrust in but I felt her fingers tighten on the shaft, allowing just the head to enter her. I looked up at her and she had her eyes closed but she was smiling. I eased back but she gripped me again, not letting me withdraw the head of my cock from her hole. I tried again to enter her but her fingers tightened, keeping me only partially in.
"My you are anxious, aren't you?"
"Yes Hon, I guess I am."
"Well, you've waited this long. You can wait just a little longer, can't you?"
"Of course, of course," I whispered in reply, actually not sure how much longer I could go.
She reached over and picked up the wand vibrator. Clicking it on, she placed the head at the top of her slit, still holding me partially in with her other hand. The vibrator was harsh as it touched the top of shaft, just behind the head but the vibrations I felt through the walls of her vagina felt good - very good. She pulled her knees up, angling her vagina up. I moved forward to keep what little I had penetrating her within her. She put her legs around my back and crossed her ankles, hugging me close to her. Keeping her grip on my shaft, she kept me from thrusting but began humping upward.
Finally, she let go of my shaft and humping upward, swallowed all of me as I shifted forward and thrust down to meet her. It felt so good, so incredibly good to feel her hot, wetness surrounding and gripping my shaft. I withdrew and thrust downward again, this time burying myself in her in one quick stab. She met my thrust with her own upward thrust of her hips and I felt her legs tighten their grip across my back and pull me towards her.
After several more deep thrusts, each causing a ripple of pleasure to spread from my groin to my spine and then outward down each appendage. I felt the heat, the flush that occurs just before orgasm.
"May I, . . . may I cum?" I whispered, not sure whether I had spoiled it all by asking.
She clicked off the vibrator and paused a moment before answering:
"Yes, yes my darling, you may cum . . ."
My heart seemed to skip a beat at the sweet words of permission. The sweetest I had ever heard . . .
". . . Thursday."
I didn't really comprehend it - "Thursday," "Thursday what," I said, not connecting the beginning of her sentence with the end.
"You may cum on Thursday," she said smiling sweetly. "I've booked us a hotel at the beach."
"You mean, you mean . . .," I stammered.
"This is what you want, isn't it dear. You wanted to be teased - taken to the edge, didn't you?"
"Yes honey, I did," I mumbled, not sounding very convincing.
"Good, now stay in me if you can and don't move," she said as clicked on the vibrator again and pressed it against her clit.
I remained still, frozen really, which wasn't that difficult because I was stunned by the combination of adrenaline overload and utter surprise. It took all the mental discipline and control I could muster to remain still - to not thrust as she continued to thrust up and down on my shaft, the vibrator now up to maximum speed.
She came hard, her legs in a scissor lock behind my back puling me hard into her as she squirmed, jerked and panted out the final waves of pleasure from her orgasm. As much as i love to watch my wife cum and feel a deep sense of satisfaction of having giving her that gift, I had to admit, I was still too stunned to fully appreciate this last one. When she was done, I withdrew my now only semi-erect cock and rolled over beside her. My heart was still racing from a nervous system that had been in overdrive suddenly braked to a halt. But my wife was barely breathing hard. She was totally relaxed and curled up next to me.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, concern in the tone of her question.
"I'm fine hon," I lied, not wishing to spoil everything by telling her how hard that was on me. Male Chastity - tease and denial is what I wanted. She had to be comfortable doing this to me - she had to believe that it didn't hurt me at all or she wouldn't participate.
"I'm just fine hon. You were fantastic. You're the best," I said convincingly.
I knew that in the moment of intense arousal, I didn't want to be denied. I wanted to cum - every fiber of my body wanted to cum. A million years of biological programming was driving me to cum. But I also knew that as soon as that moment of intense arousal passed, I would be very happy that I was denied. It would mean I would continue to enjoy the best, most intense, closest, most intimate and most loving relationship I have ever had with my wife.
I had been intensely aroused and denied before. It was just that this time took me well past any level of arousal I had ever experienced. Thinking about this later, I realized that the levels of arousal I was experiencing seemed to be increasing over time. Our play sessions were not always this intense but when we had intense play sessions, they seemed much more intense than those of a year or two ago. It occurred to me that this was occurring because my level of control seems to have changed. Probably a year or so ago, in the same situation, I would have been struggling to hold back on cumming. It would have taken some mental gymnastics and some careful mental balancing to keep from cumming while still remaining hard for her. After so many rounds of different types of tease and denial though, I seem to have acquired the ability to maintain positive control of my orgasm. What I mean by positive control is I no longer have to fight against an inevitable progression towards orgasm. I can now simply not orgasm until I mentally slide the last piece in place for release.
This is not something I consciously tried to achieve. In fact, I didn't really know that this level of control existed. It just sort of developed on its own. There isn't an easy way to explain this type of control except by an analogy to the gear shift of a car. If one imagines that the arousal towards orgasm is like the pressing of a gas pedal (the pedal being pushed by one's mate), the previous way I responded was like an automatic shift - the gears shifting higher on their own with more gas until the maximum speed (in the metaphor, orgasm) is reached. Now, with positive control, it is more like a manual shift. The gas pedal can be pushed to the maximum, but I control the shifting of the gears. Maximum speed is not reached until I voluntarily make the final shift to high gear.
Now I'm sure any number of books have been written about Tantric techniques to control orgasm. These typically involve breathing, muscle tension and specifically, PC muscle control. Maybe I am in fact doing this but my body is handling the details on its own. But for me, it simply involves a conscious, deliberate thought to allow myself to release. It will be interesting to see where this goes. My ability to control final release seems to be affecting my wife - giving her the opportunity, and it seems, the desire to continuously push the envelope. This last play session in bed lasted well over an hour and a half. I'm not sure how many more adrenaline floods like that my body can withstand. I was one sore puppy the next morning.
I would be interested in getting comments from others who have subjected to intense tease and denial over a long period of time to see what their experiences have been with their own orgasm control and whether their control has changed significantly over time.
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