Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Today's Edge - Hangover Thoughts

I had planned on edging to the thought of tying up my Mistress and give her multiple orgasms for hours, but that plan changed.  Last night I had a guys night out and this morning I woke up hungover.  When I am hungover I am horny and have very naughty thoughts.  Today was no different.  I edged again and again to thoughts of being force feminized, locked in high heels, strict collared, shackled, plugged, corseted, clamped, locked, gagged, etc.  I thought about being edged again and again.  Forced to suck a dildo.  Pictures taken and posted online for all the world to see. Forced to wear femme clothes at home every day and night.  I think my hangover thoughts are the scariest as there is really no limit.  

similar to how I imagine being at home

Monday, December 16, 2013

Tomorrow's Edge - Fair Play

I told Mistress wouldn't mind tying her up some time.  She said no/  I think she has it all wrong.  I think she have fun.  Below is what I fantasize doing to her while she is tied up.

Today's Edge - Another Blog

Below is the text and pictures of a blog I have refernced a few times now.  This got me to the edge rather quickly today.  The post and come interesting comments can be found here http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-importance-of-strap-on-dildo-to.html?zx=9a5fb7bf46b14723

Wednesday, December 11

The Importance of the Strap-On Dildo to a Marriage

I consider the strap-on dildo to be an essential tool (pardon the pun) amongst any dominant wife's belongings.

We have all been genetically shaped and then nurtured to the traditional sex role models where the male is dominant and the female is considered submissive. Not even david and I can completely escape it, because those images and ideas are so culturally pervasive. So instead of escaping it, I use it. If the female is supposed to be submissive, rather than fighting that I make david assume the female role, and I the male role.

It starts with feminine lingerie such as panties, bras, stockings, and garters. I force david into those sorts of garments.

He is made to look ridiculous, but inescapably "the female" despite himself.

I myself tend to dress in a fairly conservative, business-like manner (it's what a woman needs to do to be taken seriously in business).

The mixture of me in my work clothes and david in his frillies uses those traditional sex role stereotypes to my advantage when dominating him.

It continues with his spankings. He must come across my knee, and I make sure he is hoisted into a very sexually submissive posture.

Also, I insist on vocalisations from him when it starts hurting. He is not allowed the dignity of the "male" stoicism when being spanked.

When he is in his frillies, and when he is being spanked, I refer to him in female terms. I remind him that he is carrying on like a little girl, for instance. Or if I see an erection, I tell him what a little slut he is.

This has the effect of using all those millenia of evolution and a lifetime of cultural programming as an aid in dominating him, whereas one might have thought it would be a disadvantage.

The effects are even more profound when there is a second woman there, such as my sister, to witness him and laugh at him in all his "femaleness".

While this "panty training" or "petticoating" is very effective, nothing beats the strap-on dildo to mess with those sex-role stereotypes and turn a hulking man into a very afraid little girl!

There is little better for reversing roles than making your husband  kneel at your feet, take a large lifelike dildo into his mouth, and perform oral sex on it, the deeper the better, with a hand on the back of his head for encouragement.

The only thing better is to flip him over, put his submissive pantied ass high in the air, rip off his panties, and force him to receive anal sex from the strap-on dildo.

As with other women, I will refer to his asshole as his pussy, and his penis as his clit, as in "reach behind and spread your pussy lips for me you little slut". Or, "do you like your little clitty rubbed as I fuck you, huh?" Or, "I'm going to pound this naughty little pussy so hard you won't be walking right for a week, bitch!"

I say things like that to reinforce that he is "the female" and I "the male" according to the traditional sex role stereotypes. That way I have all the evolution and all that cultural conditioning on my side, where it belongs.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Today's Edge - Inspiration

I obviously spend a fair amount of time fantasizing about D/s.  When I do fantasize, I take the parties in whatever my source material is and replace them with me and my Mistress.  I don't fantasize about strangers or people I don't have an emotional connection to.  While I have a pretty extensive fantasy world in my head, sometimes I look for inspiration from other sources.  Tumblr is pretty good for visuals and I have set up a tumblr page for things that inspire me when I see it.  The thing about these images is they tend to be a little more on the extreme side due to me just being able to click on the image to repost it vs putting it into context.

Image and video sites are good for inspiration.  Literotica is good too, but some of the stories are way too long and convoluted to be good material.  There are also sites called webteases.  I imagine my Mistress guiding me through one of their stories or using their content for ideas herself.  I don't actually follow the websteases, I just read them for new ideas that I wouldn't think of myself.  I like that I can search for terms that are in my wheelhouse like feminization, denial, tease, painful.    Here are a couple I recently edged to.

Yesterday - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=19366
Today - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=20594

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Story for today's edge

Birthday Breaking  http://www.literotica.com/s/birthday-breaking
I had no idea what my girlfriend had planned for me that day - and if I did, I'd probably still have gone along with it. My birthday wasn't that special an occasion for me. I had no family and having recently moved, I'd no real friends in the city.

But Gen was determined to give me a time to remember, and said she'd arranged a small gathering with her friends coming along. I have to admit, she had some beautiful friends and so it was hard not to look forward to being the centre of attention.

When I arrived at her house, I realised she'd made a real effort for me. The party wasn't for hours and yet there she was, dressed to the nines. Her tight black dress ended just below her stocking tops - and as she sat I could see the deep lace bands stretched taught by suspenders. We went into the kitchen, where she opened a bottle of wine. The rest of the afternoon flew by as we chatted and laughed. I didn't realise just how much wine I'd drunk until the doorbell went and Gen announced Kerstin and Claire had arrived.

Both were dressed almost identically to Gen - figure-hugging black dresses, black stockings and high heels. I laughed about being the odd one out in jeans and a t-shirt, my usual casual scruffy attire, when Gen suggested there was a way of fixing the problem.

Kerstin and Claire howled with laughter when Gen suggested the three women dress me the same way. I blushed deeply as they discussed it, screeching with laughter.

"Come on," said Gen, "There's only us three here - why not? It'll be fun!"

She was standing very close to me, with her legs brushing mine as she spoke, and I recognised the hungry, horny look in her eyes. The thought of putting me into a dress was turning her on. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on.

Gen led me to her bedroom, with the other two women following behind, giggling.

"Strip!" commanded Gen, and I looked at her, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"Come on girls," she laughed, and I was suddenly seized by Kerstin and Claire, "She's a little bit shy!"

Three sets of hands grasped me firmly and started undressing me. I allowed myself to be de-clothed, and soon stood naked in front of the cackling trio. Worse than my nudity, however, was my cock, which had sprung to attention under their ministrations.

"He's enjoying this!" shouted Kerstin, and Claire started to laugh again.

"It's because we've found ourselves a secret sissy!" yelled out Gen. The shame lit up my face like Christmas.

Kerstin and Claire tumbled me onto the bed, and with a stern warning not to go anywhere, Gen vanished into her large walk-in wardrobe. When she emerged, she threw a handful of clothing to her two accomplices.

A tight black stretchy dress, a deep black satin and lace garter belt, matching knickers and bra with red bows on, and skyscraper high heels with platform soles. I blushed furiously now, and my erection bobbed and twitched as each item was held in front of me for my inspection. As Claire passed me the stockings, I suddenly couldn't speak.

"Ooooh, you like stockings, don't you baby?" asked Gen, softly caressing my rigid pole. Claire started wrapping the garter belt around my waist and Kerstin drew the bra up my arms and onto my chest. The fabric stretched across my skin, and its cool touch only added to the furious heat I could feel in my face - and my cock.

"Put your stockings on lover," Gen encouraged.

It was a real struggle to begin with, but they showed me what to do and I pointed my toes, rolling the stockings in my hands. As the silky garments rolled up my legs, my arousal grew. I found myself submitting to them, totally in their power. I was a cross-dressing pervert, obviously turned on by the humiliating scene that was unfolding, and was now wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings in front of three beautiful brunettes.

It was Gen who picked up the knickers and knelt at my feet. My cock bounced and weaved in front of her face as I felt her breath on my length. She tapped my ankle to signal me and I raised first one foot, then the other as she drew the fabric onto my legs. As she slid the satin creation up and over my stockings, the sensation was delicious. She made sure I enjoyed it by rubbing her hands over my silky legs.

As she settled the knickers into place, she softly stroked by buttocks through the thin material and gave my cock head a light kiss. My knees almost buckled as the pleasure coursed through me, and I noticed the three girls were breathing more deeply now.

The dress was pulled over my head and gently moved into place, tightly hugging my body contours. Claire and Kerstin ran their hands over me, smoothing out the wrinkles and driving me mad with lust as they touched sensitive areas of skin through the clingy fabric.

Gen, meanwhile, busied herself slipping my stocking feet into the wickedly high patent leather shoes. As I sat on the bed, I put my feet flat on the floor and felt how the heels and platform forced my calves upwards, drawing the stockings across my skin.

"Close your eyes, lover," Kerstin whispered in my ear, and I obeyed meekly. The lack of vision made me concentrate on the sensuous feelings coursing across my lingerie-clad body. Someone started to apply makeup onto my face, and I could hear jangling noises in the room. It took about ten minutes to complete my look, and I felt a long wig being placed onto my head.

"You can open your eyes now," breathed Kerstin. I did so - to be greeted by the sight of the three women standing in a row in front of me. All three had huge bulges under their dresses.

"Stand up and let's get a good look at you," said Gen before I could voice my curiosity about the lumps distending their dresses.

Standing there trembling in the heels, dress and sexy underwear, a cloud of feminised shame enveloped me, and I found myself blushing yet again.

"Do you have any idea just how sexy you look, my little girly boy?" asked Gen, and I shook my head. I was mute with humiliation, which was only exacerbated by my obvious arousal. My cock tented my knickers and dress.

Kerstin put her slim hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes.

"God, we love having you like this, sissyboy. We're going to have some fun with you now."

Behind me, Claire stepped closer and began rubbing her tits against my back as she fondled my arse. Her fingers wandered over my cheeks, stroking and pressing against them, igniting tiny fires of delight.

"I think someone loves being our boy-bitch," Gen breathed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her dress, and she raised the skirt slowly.

My mouth fell open as a large black strapon cock popped into view. It was long and think, and I trembled as I wondered what she had in store for me. Behind me, Claire ground her crotch against my arse and I could feel an unyielding length slip between my buttocks. Kerstin stepped closer and kissed me deeply, our lipsticks rubbing together as she too ground her crotch against my cock. I could feel her strapon nudging against my throbbing cock.

The three women moved me backwards towards the bed, all the while stroking me, softly touching and teasing me as they drove me wild with need. As they pushed me onto the covers, I felt totally emasculated, like a young women totally out of her depth and about to make love for the first time. I could never have imagined how sexy I felt with my legs encased in stockings, heels that stretched my arches, the suspenders taught against my thighs. It all felt so unreal.

"We want you to do something for us," said Gen, "And I think you'll enjoy it as much as us."

Claire and Kerstin moved onto the bed with me, kneeling on either side of me as Gen approached. She spread my legs and pulled until my arse was hanging over the edge. In the meantime, her two accomplices started stroking their fake cocks. They shuffled forward, presenting the plastic pleasers to me just inches from my face.

"We want to see you suck our cocks," said Kerstin.

"And make sure you get some lipstick on them," said Claire, "That's so fucking hot."

As their poles wavered in front of me, I leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other gently.

"Suck it like a sissy boy bitch would," said Gen.

But Claire couldn't wait. She pushed forward, thrusting her cock at my lips. I gave it a few tentative licks and without warning she suddenly pushed against my lips and plunged the tip into my mouth.

As she did so, Kerstin gasped and I closed my eyes to suck it. The sound of ragged breathing in the room gave away just how horny the three women were. Claire began moaning as she slid the strapon in and out past my lips.

"Oh, you're a very good girl," Gen told me as she started running her fingertips over my stocking clad thighs.

"She's loving it," Kerstin said. I felt the bed shift as she moved in, and as I opened my eyes to see what she was up to I was confronted by her cock.

Gen lifted my dress, parading my enormous erection. I didn't think it was possible, but I was lifted to a new level of shame. Here I was, lying on my back on a bed, dressed in lacy black lingerie, sucking two fake dicks for three nymphomaniacs who controlled my arousal. And I was turned on by it, by the length that rubbed over my lips, by the rustling underwear rubbing my sensitive skin, by the heavy breathing of the women I was servicing.

The stroking on my thighs moved inwards until Gen's soft slender ringers found my hardness and a single fingernail stroked down from the tip to my balls.

I looked up to see all three women smiling warmly, approval in their eyes as they teased me. Kerstin was toying with her nipples through the thin material of her dress, while Claire's hand was rubbing her clitoris underneath the dildo.

Kerstin pushed forward and her cock slid into my mouth as Claire's saliva-soaked toy brushed across my cheek. I worked the new member, and began to relax and give myself over to the pleasure. I didn't care how I looked any more, or what anybody would say if they could see me in my feminised state. Claire moved and leaned forward to kiss my face gently, moving across to nibble my ear and neck. I moaned and writhed at the delightful feelings she was sparking in me, and I felt Gen's hands move up to my waist.

As the ridges of Kerstin's cock ran past my red lips I saw all three exchange knowing smiles.

"I think you're ready for me now, hun," Gen said softly, as she pushed my dress upwards, exposing my stocking tops, then my knickers, and then my suspender belt.

"Keep sucking my cock, sissy boy," Kerstin said as she slid the plastic member over my lips and tongue.

"You're such a good sissy bitch," said Gen, "I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as I know you will."

Her thumbs hooked the waistband of my black knickers and slid them down slowly, exposing my blood-filled cock which pointed firmly upwards. She pulled the lacy garment down past my trembling knees and left them hooked on my ankles. She stooped and moved in between my legs, which I bent around her slender waist.

As I lay on my back, I felt so vulnerable - my arse hung off the end of the bed, my stockings rubbing against Gen's dress as I awaited my inevitable fucking. Kerstin and Claire were doing their best to drive me insane with their soft stroking, kissing and nibbling. My body felt as though tiny explosions of pleasure erupted each time I felt their lips on my skin or their fingers traced the contours of the slutty underwear.

"I want you to breathe with me," instructed Gen as she began breathing languorously, "God, you look so cute and feminine for me - just perfect for your first shag. Feel how good those stockings are on your legs, and how the suspenders feel against you. Now spread your legs for me."

I followed her instruction. What else could I do? The two other women grabbed my arms and held them over my head, increasing my sense of helplessness as Gen moved closer with her cock.

"Relax, honey, and trust me."

I felt her finger as it rubbed the outside of my sphincter, smearing cool lubricant onto it. I flinched, but tried to relax as she moved the tip around to spread the gel.

"Here I come, sissy," she said, and I suddenly felt the tip of her strapon pop through my tight ring. I groaned at the intrusion, and my cock bobbed wildly. As the length slid into me, I moaned loudly: a long drawn-out "oooh" of pleasure and pain and submission and delight. My face was red hot with humiliation as Kerstin and Claire watched Gen push her fake dick as far as it would go into my arse.

"It's Ok, little sissy boy," Claire said quietly into my ear, "We won't tell anyone you love a good fucking from women. It'll be our sexy secret."

Kerstin whispered into my other ear.

"We know you love this, slut, and we'll be making sure you get your fill of cock from now on. We'll take it in turns to fuck you in frilly lingerie. And we'll come as hard as you do... watching you taking your girlfriend's cock is turning me on so much.

As Gen's tool forced its way deeper inside me, I opened my legs to welcome it and clenched my internal muscles around it.

"Relax, sissy, and I'll take your virginity with the fuck of a lifetime. You're going cum so fucking hard while I ride you, girly. Just put those beautiful legs over my shoulders"

As I shifted position for her, Gen bottomed out inside me. My prostate was suddenly assaulted by sharp bursts of pleasure as her member found my secret spot. I whimpered as she smiled. She knew full well what I was feeling by the look on my face.

"Move for us, hun, I know you're enjoying it," Kerstin breathed. I started to buck slowly against Gen's groin, driving the instrument of my feminised torture back and forth. I was utterly humiliated as I drew enjoyment from the fetishistic scenario. I looked into Gen's eyes, where the fire of her lust raged.

My cock was dripping with pre-cum and as it ran down my shaft, Gen's fingers rubbed it around and down onto my balls. Her cock began to dictate to my body, forcing me to move and grind and wriggle against it. My feminine thrusts and soft moans, along with the deep breaths of my three lovers filled the room.

"Please - " I gasped, but it was too late to beg them for mercy. They had me now, and I was their plaything to be fucked and abused to orgasm. My whole being was alive with the sensory overload. Warm erotic fingers swept my stocking clad legs, and I arched my feet - clenching my toes inside my heels. The suspenders on my thighs tugged at my stockings, creating a fantastic melange of feeling.

Gen reached forward and gently wrapped her smooth, long fingers around my cock. I could barely stand it as she sawed her cock into me in a gentle but insistent rhythm. Each time her hips touched my bottom, she ground the dildo around inside me, lifting me to an almost unimaginable plateau of pleasure.

Claire and Kerstin, meanwhile, had tugged my dress up over my bra and were both suckling and kissing my nipples through their lace covering. Their hands held my wrists as I bucked and mewled, and their other hands rubbed my sides, almost tickling as they slid their palms over me. They were matching my moans in volume as they lay next to me, grinding their crotches against my upper thighs.

Gen's hand steadily urged me towards my climax, and the movement of her cock inside me did nothing to prevent it. I writhed and groaned - and suddenly every muscle in my body snapped taut. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing me away in its breathtaking sensation. I spurted my hot seed over Gens hand, and it spilled over and onto my groin.

Both Kerstin and Claire were obscenely wet, and I felt the heat of their genitals rubbing against me as they softly cried out, caught in the throes of their own peaks.

As I panted for breath, Gen slowed her fucking, and my body slowly stopped quaking. As I lay there gasping for breath, I wondered what the trio had in store for me on my next birthday. Surely nothing could top the experience they'd just given me!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

12/4 diary post #2

I edged a 2nd time to the idea of Mistress punishing me for my failures yesterday.  The punishment was her waking me up early, making me put on a pair of underwear (something like my femme buy shorts and then making me cum in them.  She would forbid me to clean them or remove them and I would have to wear them all day.  As I got closer to the edge I thought about her taking it even further.  If I didn't have to leave the house, she would make me take the cum and wipe it on my face and beard telling me it better be there when the got home.  Especially after cumming that would be humiliating as hell.

I worked out in pink socks, pink running shoes, white femme boy shorts, teal tank.  I am working on my expenses and going to sign up for an online class for work.

I will soon bathe, paint my toenails and dress feminine again.

12/4 diary post #1

Today we have a storm so I am working from home.  To keep the day interesting I will post a few times during the day with thoughts, things I have done, etc.

First off, I failed to do all the things my Mistress asked of me yesterday.  Here was my list and the status of each item.

Your tasks for today...
Pick up my prescription - Failed yesterday - completed this morning.
Make a nail Appt Saturday morning - Failed Yesterday - completed last night.
Plugged for 3 hours - Done from 11:08 AM to 2:22 PM
Return tablecloth - Done, picked up new one.
Tights and camisole under your clothes - Done, in fact I wore up until bedtime.

Being that I failed, Mistress will normally remove all D/s from our lives for some time as my punishment.  No D/s is a pretty good punishment.  It's easy for her to do, and there is no potential reward for me.  There are some other D/s punishments out there, some of which would be a true punishment, but she feels this is best. That being said I was surprised to wake up to this this morning.

Since you didn't complete your task list yesterday, here is what you will do for me today...
1) Masturbate until you cum
2) Paint your toenails (I really like the purple)
3) While in the house today, you are only allowed fem clothes 

1) I am such a tease and denial guy, this is actually a punishment for me.  
2) Yay!
3) Yay!  So Yay, I actually am wearing some femme boxers and a tank to work out in.  Additionally I had to run a couple errands very early, so I put on some femme jeans I have (pretty deniable with mens boots) as well as a pink top I was able to hide with my fleece and I ran my errands.  It's the first time I have ever worn anything out and about that was femme.  My one quick inside stop was so fast it didn't even phase me. A trip inside a grocery store would make me very self conscious, but I am sure no one would know. 

Before I got out of bed I edged myself.  Today's tasks reminded me of a blog post I saw yesterday which I edged to the idea of these pics being me (they are not me).  More posts later today.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Todays Edge - A Story

The Edging Arrangement - http://www.literotica.com/s/the-edging-arrangement

I must admit, I was impressed as soon as I set my eyes on him.

His wrists were bound tightly together with a piece of rope that was fixed to the ceiling through a single brass loop. His feet were drawn back toward his buttocks with another piece of rope pulled through the brass loop, keeping them firmly in situ. He hung like this, suspended in the air, his body forming a lopsided "U" shape. His knees were his lowest extremity at around 3 feet from the floor. He was clothed only in a pair of matte black hip briefs.

I stood there for a minute, admiring him. I watched a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, onto his chin, past his neck and chest, and come to rest on his abs. He glistened softly in the dim white light. He produced little noise, except for the cacophony of exhalation and saliva passing through a ball gag every couple of seconds.

Yes, he was indeed a fine specimen. But there was more to this half-naked and bound figure than was immediately apparent.

You see, over the last 24 hours, two of my associates had worked in shifts to prepare him. Their task had been a simple one: to bring his body into a state of euphoric desperation, the type of which only a man can experience. They had been instructed to manipulate his sex organ using a variety of tools and techniques; to make him crave that final push into orgasm – a push that would not come. For hours they worked on his body, touching and rubbing and licking and caressing until he was physically unable to take much more.

Now, finally, it was my turn. However, my task was quite different: to deliver the most electrifying, fulfilling orgasmic episode of his life. This is a task I have performed for a number of clients in my three years doing this job, and it is one in which I have become very proficient. These people, usually quietly wealthy and demanding absolute discretion; only find me through word of mouth. The deal is always the same: we both remain anonymous, the client wires a substantial amount of money, and I, along with my trusted pair of associates, bring them into a world of orgasmic intoxication the likes of which most people are unable to experience.

Many years ago I discovered that by holding a man on an orgasmic plateau for many hours, it is possible to push him into a state of almost unbearable sexual euphoria. Most men are unable to do this alone because the body's primal desire to climax becomes too great, particularly over the course of more than an hour or two. By keeping him bound and gagged, and working in shifts to edge him non-stop for more than 24 hours, we remove these obstacles.

I was particularly pleased to get to work on this one. His phallometric chart, which shows a man's proximity to orgasm over a given time period, revealed that my associates had kept him within 20 seconds of orgasm for more than four of the last five hours. To put that into context, most men can only remain within 60 seconds of orgasm for prolonged periods. Or to put it another way: he had been expertly worked to the extreme limits of the male body.

His eyes widened and stared at me as I approached. I knew I had to be careful not to allow the built-up tension to subside; he had already clocked up about a minute without any stimulation. So I reached for the bulge that was occupying his briefs and grabbed it with my thumb and two fingers. A deep, muffled moan emerged from his throat as I started to gently squeeze. His underwear was damp with precum. I squeezed harder while he released another moan, and his hips shook briefly. It was clear what was happening to him: his body yearned to reach the orgasm that had eluded it for so long.

I let go of his crotch and walked over to my toy table. My experience in male pleasure has allowed me to construct a number of bespoke toys unlike anything on the market today. I generally attempt to use all of them on a client; each one delivers a unique kind of pleasure to his genitalia. To measure the intensity of the feelings coursing through his most intimate parts, my associates had already hooked him up to a computer running plethysmography software. A single sensor attached to one of his feet was all that was necessary; from that single input, the computer is able to measure the amount of blood flowing to the penis, and more importantly, the phallometric chart representing arousal level. At that moment, despite the greatly reduced stimulation, the chart revealed that he was still at a much higher arousal level than that of the average male seconds before the emission phase of orgasm. Put simply, he was still very much ready to cum.

I picked up six silicone adhesive electrodes from the table. Each one was thinly coated in a conductive gel that amplifies electrical current. I applied one to each side of his lower abs, two more to his inner thighs, and the last two to his buttocks. The electrodes were connected to a six-channel e-stim power box, which was connected to the computer. The goal of this configuration is to keep the client in a constant state of high arousal. When external stimulation is applied, it automatically pulls back the power to avoid pushing him over the edge. The computer immediately reacts to changes in penis size and arousal, and applies just enough of a current to maintain his orgasmic plateau – which is exactly what was happening to him as I pushed a button to switch the device on. He let out a much deeper, longer moan this time. I could hear the desperation and intense pleasure in it.

At this point, his bulge was protruding forcefully, his penis desperate to escape from the confines of a tight-fitting pair of designer briefs. But I wasn't ready to release it quite yet. I picked up a toy that is specifically designed to be applied to a man over his underwear. The toy I picked up is a bulge-shaped suction cup backed by dual 8,000 RPM motors. To put that in perspective, the Hitachi Magic Wand is capable of 6,000 RPM. I said it is designed to be used over underwear because unclothed use generally results in uncontrollable orgasmic contractions within 4-5 seconds. The dampening effect of underwear extends that time to 12 seconds at full power – and that's from a state of medium arousal. Fortunately, the computer controls the power with precise timing, even reducing it to zero if necessary.

I pushed the cup against his protrouding groin and applied the suction so it would remain in place. With another button push, it began humming away, initially teasing him at a low speed. He let out a quick, gentle moan. The real power of this toy is its ability to stimulate the production of precum at lower speeds. So I allowed him to enjoy it slowly ramping up over the next few minutes. After a short while, the frequency of his moans increased. I felt like it was a good time to remind him of our agreement.

"There is one rule while I'm in this room. You'll cum, and it will be the most pleasurable experience of your life, but you will do it when I think you're ready. Not before. Your job is to hold on for dear life. Understood?"

He groaned a loud "mm-hmm" in acknowledgement, which morphed into another moan. I used my remote control to increase the power. He was pushing harder against the cup. Not many men have experienced this level of pleasure while wearing a pair of briefs. After a few more minutes, the computer cut the power entirely. He began thrashing, pumping his buttocks in the air. I knew exactly what he was doing – he was trying to rub his delicate glans against the inside of his precum-slicked briefs to continue the stimulation. He was mere moments from orgasm, panting and shaking like a crazed animal.

I removed the cup and gently massaged his bulge. It was time to see the package of delight he had brought for me to play with. Using a pair of clothing shears, I sliced away his briefs and tore them to the floor. A dark, 6.5"-long penis leapt out from underneath, with bulging veins running down its length. His balls were shaven smooth and closely hugged his groin. At average size, it was nothing to write home about, but we would quickly remedy that.

I didn't want to touch it yet. The next stage was very important. The larger a penis is, the more surface area there is to stimulate, and the more pleasure I can deliver to the man. I picked up a pump from the table. This is no ordinary penis pump. Before use, it is filled with a unique hydrogel that stimulates rapid temporary penile growth, and it is powered by an electric motor that can dramatically increase the size of an erect penis within a few minutes. So I filled it with the hydrogel and placed it on him, closing the vacuum seal and turning on the power. While it worked its magic, I teased his exposed balls using a fine brush coated in a stimulant powder. The object of this was to please, not to tickle, and it worked surprisingly well: many men don't respond strongly, but this one became intensely aroused as I manipulated his scrotum with the brush. It helped that he was still covered in a thin film of his own precum.

It didn't take long for the computer to sound an alert, letting me know that he had grown to 8.5" long and 6" in circumference. That was plenty, so I removed the pump and stopped pleasuring his balls. The hydrogel typically causes the penis to retain the enlarged size for two hours, so I knew we had plenty of time to play with.

It was time to manually stimulate him. While the toys are incredibly fun to use, what I enjoy more than anything during these sessions is to test my own skill at edging a man. I picked up a bottle from the table. Inside was a combined formula containing silky-smooth lube and a stimulant designed to seep into penile tissue and reach the very core of the glans and shaft. I dumped a generous amount onto my palm and began massaging it into his engorged organ. With both hands, I began slowly but firmly working on it, making sure to go all the way down his shaft and up across his entire glans. His arousal level quickly shot up as the stimulant lube magnified the sensitivity of his already-sensitive areas, and he released his most primal moans yet, more saliva falling to the floor as he failed to stop himself drooling at the sudden increase in pleasure. I pumped harder, trusting him to continue holding the cum inside his swollen balls.

It was truly a marvelous sight, pulsating in my hands, dripping more precum which quickly got mixed into the lube. I noted that he was at a good height for fellatio, but decided he needed more manual stimulation before he was ready for that. So I upped the stakes. I began pumping harder, forcing him to moan louder with every stroke. He began vocalizing, attempting to beg, but all that came out was a stream of incomprehensible moans and "oh"s coming from deep within his throat. I removed the gag to hear him beg for mercy.

And beg, he did. "I'll cum if you keep doing this!" he cried between moans. I could tell that while he thought he was unable to hold off for much longer, the reality was quite different. The sounds he was making; the way he was thrusting his penis into the air; the amount of precum he was leaking: it all told me a different story. Having seen other men at this stage of the process, I knew he had plenty of fight left in him. "Please, I'm done! Just let me cum!"

Instead, I reattached his gag (amid more helpless pleas) and blindfolded him before reaching for another toy. This is one of my favorites. It fits directly over the glans, rolling a satin-laced material back and forward over the head of the penis at incredible speed. The glans being the most sensitive part of the male anatomy, this experience is torturous, yet it brings one of the most intense feelings he is capable of feeling. Some men, but not many, can orgasm from glans-only stimulation such as rubbing a palm against the very tip. The reason most cannot orgasm from this method is because the intensity becomes overwhelming long before they are able to cum.

I pushed the toy onto his bulging head and started it off at a low speed. He immediately began bucking, desperate to escape this new and unexpected torture. I knew he could take more, though, so I increased the speed. The material was being soaked with his precum, but that was fine because it actually increases the sensation, creating an unescapable cycle of intensity.

At this point he was dangerously close to orgasm, but I still trusted him to keep his end of the deal by using all his might to prevent it. And to give him credit, he did. The chart showed him get within two seconds of exploding before I finally decreased the speed, leaving him grunting like a hog while dribbling saliva down his chin. His manly urge to shower me with semen only grew stronger as I gradually withdrew the toy.

"How was that?" I enquired. He let out a long, deep groan in reply. His entire length was shimmering with a mixture of lube and precum. As I walked over to the toy table, the six electrodes picked up where I left off, electrically stimulating the entire groin area. I decided it was time to increase the ferocity of this genital onslaught to a new level. I reached for my trusty Magic Wand and slid an attachment onto it. Unlike most attachments for the wand that are designed for female pleasure, this one is designed to wrap the entire penis, from base to tip. It delivers 100% of the 6,000 RPM vibrations from the wand directly to his sex organ via hundreds of tiny nodules. But there is something else about this attachment that makes it unique: you can use dual wands with it. So I picked up another Magic Wand and slid it in before pushing the contraption all the way down his shaft. Before I hit the power button, I picked up another item from the table: a small, gold bullet-shaped object with a wire attaching it to the same power box as the electrodes.

Just as I expected, he began convulsing and moaning loudly from the moment I hit the power. Of course, that reaction was understandable: at that moment there was approximately 50% of the combined power of two Hitachis being applied to his engorged penis. Just one running at low speed is enough to reduce most men (and women, come to think of it) to their knees. The chart showed him doing an excellent job holding off the approaching climax, so I tested him further by upping the power to 75%. As I did this, I covered my fingers and the gold bullet-shaped object in silicone lube and reached around to bury it deep inside his ass. He cried out in surprise which quickly turned to extra arousal as it began applying deep electrical stimulation directly to his P-spot. I watched the convulsions traveling up his length. As I increased the Hitachi contraption to 85%, it was obvious that no man could delay the arrival of a universe-shattering orgasm for much longer. But I wanted to test him; to see just how much pleasure he could take before he finally succumbed.

So I began preparing for the endgame. I removed the two wands, and the electrodes increased their output to compensate. They were so good at this task that his moans after the wands were removed were just as deep and forceful as before. Without warning, I took the first five inches of his huge length into my mouth and began slurping, applying as much pressure as possible, flicking his incredibly sensitive glans and frenulum with my tongue. I continued this for a few minutes, pausing only to allow him to back off from the cliff that was rapidly approaching. Intuition has taught me how to use the taste and volume of precum to sense when an explosion of cum is incoming, so I used this knowledge to keep him within seconds of climaxing. While I did so, I expertly worked his balls and lower shaft with my fingers, a finger occasionally slipping inside him to push the electrode deeper against his P-spot. His moans and muffled cries for mercy grew to their loudest yet. He would frequently stiffen suddenly in my mouth, a mere second or two away from filling my throat with the biggest load of his life. But whenever he did, I would simply stop all stimulation, driving him even crazier with the desire to finally empty those massive, plump balls.

Finally, after twenty-five and a half hours of almost non-stop stimulation, he was ready. But he wasn't set up for the finish quite yet. I walked over to some levers and lowered him toward the ground before turning him upside down and positioning him so that his still-engorged manhood pointed directly at his face. I removed the gag and a wad of saliva drained from his mouth, down his forehead and onto the floor below. He begged and moaned some more.

"It's time for you to cum," I said, "but it would be wrong to let this load go to waste. Open your mouth wide." Unlike some of my previous clients, he seemed willing to oblige. He parted his lips, preparing to take the voluminous result of the last 25.5 hours down into his own stomach.

"We're going to test your stamina just one last time. Hold off as long as you can and tell me when you think you can't take any more." He simply groaned in acceptance. I lathered up his penis with more of the stimulant lube and increased the power to the electrodes, which caused him to vocalize a gentle "yes" or two. With one hand I began working his balls, massaging the cum into his penis. With the other, I squeezed tightly on his beating shaft and worked the head, rolling it between my fingers, coaxing the beast to awaken from its slumber. Around fifteen seconds later, he exclaimed: "I'm going to cum!" I quickly moved my hands away as he protested, begging and panting. Indeed, a drop of cum had emerged from the tip of his bulging, bright-red, veiny head.

"I'm going to count to twenty," I told him. "If you can hold it until twenty, I'll allow you to climax. If not, we go to thirty next time." Again, he just groaned. "One," I said as I began working him even harder than before. If he was going to get this after almost twenty-six hours, he had to need it. As I got up to thirteen, he clenched as if to spurt right there and then. I slowed right down and he let out a muffled cry. We passed fifteen, his penis now solid as an iron rod, balls beginning to push his male juices up into his shaft. I slowed down my counting as the flow of precum quickened.

"Please! I need to... cum," he panted. "Eighteen". He gasped, closer to the edge than he had ever been before. I could sense the waves of euphoria beginning to descend. "Nineteen... hold it," I instructed. He opened his mouth wider. I felt his entire length begin to pulsate in my hand, his balls retracting into his body. I aimed it directly into his open mouth, less than a foot away.


He let out a tremendous roar as the first wave of orgasm landed. His penis was bucking and squirming in my hand as the first glob of semen fired out with awesome force and missed its target, smothering his chin. His moans of deep pleasure continued while he shot another spurt of cum, this time hitting his tongue and lower lip. His entire body was shaking with incredible orgasmic vibrations. In that moment, he was in the midst of the strongest orgasm he would ever experience; I was sure of that. It was truly a joy to watch. The third and fourth spurts rained down in an arc and hit the back of his throat, a feeling that prompted the next few waves to arrive with even greater strength, landing on the blindfold and his cheeks. As I continued to tightly pump his erection while it spewed more juices, the electrode in his ass drilled away at the P-spot, causing his balls to push even more cum up his shaft. His organ continued to buck and pulsate, pushing out a ninth wave of semen which descended straight onto his tongue. The tenth massive contraction slowly released a huge wad of cum which overflowed his full mouth and dripped onto the floor, as he let out a final, deep, satisfied groan from his belly. He closed his mouth, gulping down all the cum he could take, allowing the rest to run down his forehead and into his hair. He panted heavily for the next few minutes as we both basked in his afterglow, each of us as satisfied as the other.

Monday, December 2, 2013

My Edge From Last Week

Apparently my Mistress didn't actually read the story from last week, so today's post is that story in it's entirety.  Again, this is not something I think I could do, and if I did I certainly wouldn't be the submissive.

We pulled into his garage. She was dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a lacy black and pink bra and teensy panties underneath. I’m not sure if the schoolgirl thing was a request from Andrew or anything, but she knows it’s a favorite of mine, so it might have been intended to drive me wild. I, on the other hand, was wearing only a wide ring gag, handcuffs behind my back, and a collar, with the leash attached to my seat belt.
She pulled in, then draped a leg over my lap, driving me wild, because the skirt was so short and I could see her sexy lace panties underneath.
"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" she said.
I nodded.
"Good," she said, "because Andrew’s cock looked so good when you were sucking it…" As she said this, she reached into her panties and began to play with herself. She moaned so loudly for me and I drooled and throbbed with the pain of almost three months of denial.
She opened her door to get out, then walked around, undid my seatbelt, grabbed my leash and led me into the house.
Andrew was waiting in his living room, in a suit. He was sitting calmly. We were both super tense and anxious, but I wonder if my Goddess isn’t the first other-man’s-woman he’s fucked, because he was totally calm, sipping a glass of water.
She dragged me closer to him, with my leash over her shoulder, and I watched her ass wiggle under her tiny skirt. She was right up next to him, and she bent over slowly, and said, “Hello,” so lustily and breathily. Her face was approaching his crotch, but also, her ass was grinding against my dick, and Andrew laughed as I squealed in pain through the ring gag.
She stood up, walked around behind me, and pushed me down to my knees. She jerked my head upward by my hair, so I was forced to look him in the eye.
"Do you like the present I got you?" she said, sticking a finger in my opened mouth slowly.
He didn’t say anything. He just unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing anything under the pants and he sprung right out, nice and hard.
Other than that, he didn’t move. Instead, her hand still in my hair, she guided me to his cock. I have been face-fucked by many men, including at her assistance, but this one was special, because I was readying that cock for her.
"Use tongue," she said, and I did. I was gagging on him for some time, I’m not sure how long, until he decided to push me away and stand up. He still hadn’t said a word when he reached his hands around her, lifted her skirt and manhandled her barely-clad butt, while pulling her in for a kiss. She pushed me away, and I fell over, so they could get closer. And … there it was. It had begun. I was becoming a cuckold.
He undid her white schoolgirl blouse and she left it draped on her shoulders while she kissed him and he bit her lip. Then he reached around and slapped her on the ass. She yelped a little. I would never have the balls to spank her, and I had way bigger balls than him!
Soon, he was under her bra. My sweet, sexy girlfriend, getting her tits rubbed by a stranger. A man who had just brutally fucked my throat with no consideration for my well-being. She sighed as he rubbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I wanted to tell him to rub them with her thumbs, because that’s her favorite, but I couldn’t speak through the gag. But what was wrong with me? I wanted to tell this strange man how to pleasure my girlfriend?
She turned to me. “How did it taste?” she asked.
From my position lying on the floor, I mumbled “good” as best as I could, and I also nodded. I couldn’t believe myself but I wanted her to taste him, suck him, do for him what she wouldn’t do for me. I was so hard and horny and I wanted a stranger to take my Goddess and use her the way I never had the audacity too.
It didn’t take much prompting before she was on her knees and slurping him, not slowly, but like a complete whore. I remember blow jobs from her back before we turned to femdom, when her mouth was so effective that she could make me cum in seconds if she wanted to. (Incidentally, her telling me to wait while she blew me is how we first discovered orgasm denial and femdom, but that story another day.) I imagined her doing the same to him, and the first sounds he made that night implied that she was.
She wiggled her finger in a “come hither” motion to me, while not breaking eye contact with him. I crawled over best I could without my hands, and when I was there, she undid the gag. “Share,” she said, moving his cock to my face, and for the first time, she and I shared a blow job, each of us licking one side of his cock. This continued for a while, until finally she pushed me back onto my back.
"Mine," she said.
She continued sucking until he reached under her armpits and pulled her back up. While they kissed, she undid his tie, and he finished removing her top. Now, she was just in a miniskirt and lacy panties.
She turned so her back was towards him, and she grinded up and down against him while he played with her breasts by reaching around her.
"Use your thumbs," I said, "Goddess loves that."
She laughed as I assisted him. He began to do just that, and she extended her foot to her mouth, and I worshipped it.
"What else do I like, slut?" she asked.
I thought for a second. “Doggy style…” I said hesitantly.
She smiled, then slowly lowered her panties. While they were still around her knees, she was on all fours.
"You ready?" she said, speaking half to both of us. I nodded, as he knelt down (after fumbling with a condom).
I couldn’t quite see him enter, but I watched the look on her face, and I could tell when he was in. Now it was as official as it could be. He was fucking my girlfriend.
She groaned with each thrust, and he was rough, as he scratched her back and grabbed her hair and smacked her ass, among other things. This continued for some time as I struggled and throbbed and ached, my balls so full. She looked right in my eyes.
"You like when strange men fuck me, slut?"
"Yes Goddess, please let him fuck you harder."
She sighed, and I groaned in pain. I think she could tell, because she told him to pull out for a second. Then she reached over for her blouse, a few feet from her, and from her pocket pulled out my cuff key. She unlocked me, and got back into position.
"Stroke and edge for my entertainment while he fucks me, bitch," she said. Then she smacked my face for no reason, and he began fucking her again.
I did as told, and each edge was only seconds apart, and my screams of agony only excited her more. She spread her legs a little wider.
"Tell…him…what…I…like…" she said between deep breaths.
I could barely speak either. “Rub…her….clit.”
He did, and it was all too much for her. The fucking, the size of him, watching me edge and scream, her clit … and she came, wildly, just as I hit yet another edge. The power exchange was epic — her getting, from a stranger, what she wouldn’t allow me. Her moans, oh god, her ecstatic moans as she fucked him back as hard as he was fucking her, and the sweat dripping from her brow.
After she settled down, he started to pull out, but she said, “Don’t think for a second you’re done if you haven’t fucked my ass.”
I was still stroking and edging, but this blew me away. I didn’t expect it, and neither did he, I think, because his eyes opened wide. I’d taken her butt a few times but not for a while.
"Do you have lube?" she asked.
He left for a moment and came back, then lubed her up.
"Now get it in me," she said, and he obliged. Slowly but surely, he was in her ass. And he fucked it, at first gently, but eventually, with roughness similar to that of when he fucked her pussy. His groans were getting louder. He was close.
"Now slut, do you want it straight from the source, or off my breasts?" she asked.
I had no idea I was going to swallow it, but with as horny as I was from stroking, the idea of licking her tits….
"Off your breasts, Goddess," I said. She pulled away and rolled over, and he jerked himself the rest of the way, and he burst, reminding me of what I was denied.
She took deep breaths. “You can stop stroking. Now lick it.” And I obliged, cleaning her off completely.
And that is the story of how, wordlessly, another man cuckolded me. And we are still in contact with him. We are never going back