27.12.2015

It's been a while since the last update. Reason for it is the holiday season, as well the fact that my Queen is spending it with her relatives. This means we won't see each other for almost three weeks. 

In fact for a while it looked we wouldn't be able to see each other at all before Christmas. Fortunately that didn't came to be and we had a chance to spend a day together before the holiday madness. 

We had both been very productive in our vanilla lives the preceding week or two, and felt it would have been very unfair we wouldn't have had a chance to see each other at all. 

However, ultimately it worked out and my Queen spent a night at my place. Originally our plan was to hang together only that one night, due to my travel plans. I decided to change my plans, however, to be able to spend a little more time with her, which meant we had a good part of the next day for ourselves as well.

What was very unfortunate though was the fact that Mother Nature had once again decided to make her monthly appearance at that time. This meant the visit included only a lot of cuddling, teasing and general fooling around. 

The most important thing to take place during her visit was naturally the fact I got to tell my Queen about the rubber chastity cage I had purchased. I had told her beforehand I had news for her, and as you may guess, I was very, very nervous when it came the time to actually tell them to her. 

So, it was a great relief for me she didn't freak out. One could even say she was mostly curious about it, above anything else. She was also as astonished as I was about the price of the toy. Like I told her, it is the best 11 euros I've ever spent.

In fact, I told her, it had been almost a week since I had picked the device up, and in that short time it had become a very dear toy to me. Having fun with it, without my Queen even knowing about the purchase, felt almost as if I had "cheated" on her.

After showing her the toy I showed her my two earlier blog posts, since they were, after all, written for her, first and foremost. She seemed to enjoy reading them, and I heard her giggling a bit while she did it.    

I was also very pleasantly surprised hearing her say, in the course of the time we were together, that the cage doesn't look creepy or perverse on me, only very natural. Natural, secure and safe. I still can't believe my luck I've managed to find a girl like her.

She was naturally eager to see how I put it on, before going to bed. As I had told her, the best results I get when I first tape up my penis a pit, before putting it to the cage. I had done it numerous times on my own, but doing it when she watched and pointed the nightstand light towards me, was quite an experience nevertheless.

What was interesting was also the observation she made about my testicles. According to her they now look much more soft, loose and "detached" from my body. Having never worn the device it's hard to say whether this is normal or not. 

Then again, like I've said, using the device has become more and more comfortable over time, so it's safe to assume my testicles are being "molded" in the process as well. However, I don't feel any pain on my testicles, so it's hard to be concerned about the change my balls seem to be undergoing.

After all the effort it would have been nice if I had gotten a nice erection during the night, and she would have seen how the device looks when my penis is trying its very best to get hard inside it. Or how much in discomfort I look, as I feel it throbbing inside the tight rubber tube. 

No such luck, however. I can only hope I can offer her that experience at some later date.  

In any case, going to bed with her, with the cage on and limp penis taped up inside it was itself an incredible feeling. In fact more incredible I could have ever believed. As we spooned next to each other and both started to fall asleep it felt so good being locked up, and secure, next to her.   

As I said, we had the good part of the next day for ourselves, but not all of it. There wasn't a lot of time, a mere hours to tell the truth, but we spent it the best way we could.
   
All in all I'm very very pleased my Queen seemed to feel as comfortable playing with me while I was wearing the device. Among other things she sort of tickled the head of my penis through the very small opening at the side of the device. 

The hole wasn't bigger than a fingertip, but I believe she could have made me ejaculate inside the device if she had kept doing it. Naturally I warned her way in advance when it started feeling too good, and she stopped, since neither of us wanted me to cum.

We also tried, for fun, the actual procedure of "locking me up". The device I own came with a miniature lock, but since I've been mostly playing with the device on my own, and since it stays on perfectly well without the lock I haven't felt need to use the lock.

Even though it was just a play, I must admit that just laying there, watching my Queen searching for the hole for the lock and then, finally... clicking the lock shut filled me with such excitement. 

We also tried using the vibrator on the rubber device the way I described in my earlier blog post. However, we noticed that apparently I need to be turned on from the start, for the vibration to have any effect. No matter how long I used the vibrator on the rubber device I got nowhere near the edge I experienced and described earlier.

Playing with the vibrator did however, lead us into different kind of playing. Seeing me using the vibrator on myself, as I lay on the bed beside her, seemed to please my Queen and she made a remark on how full and red my lips were, and that how pretty I would look if she put some lipstick on.

"W-why don't you put some then?" I said, using the vibrator and feeling very feminine, not to mention submissive.

"You would like that?", she said.

"Y-yes I would", I said, almost whispering, and my voice shaking. The scenario had made me tremble with excitement and shame at the same time. "Please, put lipstick on me. I want to be pretty for you."

Yes, I admit, I was somewhere very deep in some "sub space" at that point, but saying all those things did feel good, as well as the thoughts behind them.

She started with something one could call a traditional lipstick, and that was rather conservative shade. After she told me she had also with her lipstick that was more red I asked if she tried it too. It was a one you apply with a tiny brush. Putting the latter on felt weird, and I must say I liked the first one better, merely for its symbol value.

It took me a while, though, to gather enough courage to go and see myself in a mirror. It is, after all, one thing being submissive to your girlfriend. It is another thing entirely to actually see your own face with lisptick on, for the first time in my life.

I didn't freak out, in a manner I kind of was afraid. It looked... strange. Even though it wasn't "me" in the way I'm used to seeing myself, it wasn't obscene or ridiculous. My Queen agreed and said the lipstick looked "surprisingly natural" on me.  

She even teased me about it a bit and told that if I took a picture of lips with lipstick on, really shaved properly beforehand and perhaps even photoshopped the remaining stubble away, cropped it so it showed only the lips and a little bit of the face around it, and put it as a profile picture on some fetish site, I would get so much attention. 

In fact she said, as she amazed them, that I have so much better lips than she has, it makes her envious. This all was pretty strange to hear, but I admit, rather nice as well. 

We also had a bit of fun of talking about me being both her boyfriend as well as girlfriend, all in one. I had said to her earlier, and said it again, that it doesn't mind me if she thinks me as her girlfriend. 

The thing is, my Queen has sexual attraction for women as well, and lately she has had related erotic dreams, which has caused her much anxiety. I have told her over and over again I don't mind it, and that I'm totally cool about it.

Naturally I don't want her to feel bad over something she doesn't have control over, especially since I know how much she loves me. Our little game, so to speak, was my way of trying to make her feel better.

We even went as far as playing with the idea that we could now both start calling my penis, not a penis but a clitoris. One that just a bit overgrown, but still a clitoris, not a penis. "It would be a lot less intimidating that way", she said.

After all this it may feel a bit contradictory that before she left my place I got to show off for her my upper body muscles. The thing is, I have lately tried to build some mass into them, since I know my Queen also likes well formed arms, shoulders and backs. 

She seemed to like me posing for her quite a lot, and told me she indeed has in me, both a girlfriend, but also a very good looking boyfriend.  

I shouldn't be allowed to be this happy, I know.

15.12.2015

It's been now a couple days since I got my new cheap-o chastity device. During those couple of days I have examined a bit how the little thing works. One could even say I have experimented on myself. I will try to put my thoughts down about it on this post.

The main observation when it comes to the device is more or less the same I made earlier. You get what you pay for, and the cheap device is far from something one can wear 24/7. 

On the other hand I never thought it possible to have this much fun with a small piece of rubber. I like the feeling I have when it's on, and I seem to have become more and more used to wearing it around the house.  

The biggest thrill I've had using it are the times I have put it on for the night. It is such a wonderful feeling waking to your penis trying desperately to get hard in the small hollow tube. There hasn't been the kind of super-hot wake up calls I got the first night, but some nice hours of early morning nevertheless.

The biggest minus point in the device is still the tightness of the ring you place behind the testicles. For that exact reason I haven't been able to use it nearly as much as I wanted. 

I must say still find this somewhat surprising. The ring I use is the largest one of those who came with the device, and the smallest one is only half in diameter. Also, I've seen pictures of chastity devices with rings much, much smaller, as well as pictures people wearing them. I never realized my testicles were that huge.

It may also be a good idea to put some minds at ease at this point, since several people seemed to get alarmed and were concerned for my well-being, as I posted my observations on the fetish site where I got the encouragement to purchase the device in the first place.

I am not using the device all the time, the way chastity device is "supposed" to be used. It is clear the device isn't for constant use, and I have never intended to wear it 24/7. I got the device merely as a toy, something I can torture my penis with, since I am not allowed to masturbate anymore. 

Okay, further observations. Even though I came to a different conclusion on the first night, I noticed it is possible to go outside wearing it. Taken you have plenty of long underwear on, as well as a winter coat that's long enough. I have done my grocery shoppings once in a shop around the corner, and I'm quite sure no had no idea what was in my underpants.

Another interesting observation was also the fact that it is possible to tease myself by pressing a vibrator next to the chastity device. In fact one could say this is almost too effective method of teasing. 

The rubber around my genitals transmits the vibration to my penis and balls so well it feels as if the device becomes a part of the vibrator itself. When I tried it the first time I had to stop after a ten seconds, even on lowest setting, because it felt way, way too good, and I feared I would cum. No wonder they use it on chastity device and ruined orgasm porn so much.

However, as it later on turned out, for this to work, I will have to be already sexually aroused. It seems at the time of my experiment I was, even though I didn't realize it. More on that later.

The third observation I made was a bit unsettling one. As I tried to urinate with the device on for the first time I noticed the chastity device, or rather the tight ring around the testicles, prevents it effectively. I know that in long term chastity one is supposed to urinate with it on, but due to the tightness of the ring, nothing came out, no matter how hard I pushed. 

This observation especially alarmed some people and they were concerned for the well being for my bladder, or kidneys. I tried to put their minds at easy with the best of my abilities. 

In fact I have given my poor bladder some hard time during my life, since it happens to be one of my fetishes. A rather unusual fetish I've noticed, since there's lot of stuff about female desperation around, but virtually nothing from a male point of view. But I digress.

I've also had a bit of fun examining what it feels like watching porn while wearing a chastity device. Not masturbating, or even playing with yourself. Just lying there, in front of you big screen TV that is connected to your computer. I must say the experiences has been interesting to say the least.

Usually when one watches porn the idea is to masturbate as you do it. Naturally I have watched porn even when I've been in chastity, but usually I've had the chance of at least fondle myself a little, even if weren't masturbating, or edging. This time however, there was the chastity device involved. 

One could say having it on somehow enhances the experience. It makes it so much concrete somehow. One has no option but to just to lay there. Just watching, getting aroused as hell, but still feeling your impotent penis limp in your chastity device, and knowing you can't do anything. Nothing but suffer. 

I've also started to enjoy what my locked penis looks in its cage. Or rather, how I look wearing it. I've seen pictures of men wearing them for years now, and it took me a while to understand that is is actually me in the mirror, a man with small restricting cage around his scrotum.

Even though admitting it sounds a very un-manly thing to say, I'm saying it nevertheless. It looks very beautiful when I'm caged. I look beautiful. I look so... secure, safe and chaste. So harmless, useless and impotent. It feels so natural somehow.

The latest, the most interesting and so far the most disappointing of my experiments took place last night. I have lately have trouble with my sleep rhythm, and even though I went to the bed quite early, I woke up at 3 AM awake as a bird.

I had my device on and I was rather disappointed nothing had happened during the time I had been asleep. Then a nasty idea came into my head.

Some time ago me and my Queen had used Viagra, in trying to wake my limp dick from its slumber. I hadn't worked. It had caused mild swelling, but nothing that could be used in fucking. It seems my impotence is way beyond the help of Viagra. 

But what would happen if took Viagra with the device on? That is, after all, the image one often comes across in chastity device tease porn. Put a guy in chastity, give him Viagra, give him a beautiful body to look at and watch him writhe in agony. Well, the reality turned out to be very different, in my case at least.

My initial idea was to pop the pill continue my sleep and wake up with a nice morning erection boosted by Viagra. 

However, very quickly I noticed the familiar side effects of Viagra has for me, as I lay in the darkness. That is, blushing of the face, elevated heart beat and, when I put the lights on a little while later, everything looking strangely bluish.

What surprised me somewhat was the feeling of being flushed. It was a familiar side effect to me, but in previous occasions I had been in bed with a woman. In that kind of situation you are supposed to be red in the face. The fact that the same thing happened to me now took my by surprise.       

All this made it quite impossible to sleep and I even had to suppress a mild panic attack I sometimes have in situations like this. Truth to tell, it was not entirely comfortable situation.

Since there wasn't anything better to do, I decided to try whether I could make something to happen down there. I took out the vibrator and tried it on the chastity device, but this time nothing happened, not even on higher setting.

It seems it's true what I've thought for a long time, a mere physical stimulation has no effect whatsoever on me in terms of arousal, with or without the help of Viagra. And that I do not work good under pressure, whether it is a woman I try to get hard for, or a chastity device. In fact, I could say I have rarely been that un-aroused as I was at that moment.

As for Viagra, it seems it really doesn't work for me. Taken the desired effect isn't trying to look like I've a nearsighted sprinter after a hundred-meter run. 

All in all, I can't deny being disappointed. As I write this it's two and a half hours since I popped the pill, and colours are slowly getting back to normal, even though I still feel rather flushed. Then again, I'm again one experience richer. And I have one proof more that life isn't porn.

PS. I find it somewhat curious though, what happened after I wrote and posted the text above. Completely exhausted I crashed into bed with the device on and managed to get sleep a few hours more. So, imagine my surprise as I woke up to simply delicious discomfort, as my penis tried desperately to get hard into its cage.

After enjoying it, and writhing in bed for quite a while I finally gave showed some mercy to it and took the device off. It was hard to believe how big it got in matter of seconds. It was over twice the length of the device, and as I teased it a bit it stood like crazy. Sometimes I simply don't understand my body.

14.12.2015

This blog post is quite a different one, compared to some of the last few ones I've published. Most of it was written several days ago, but I can publish it only now. I will explain.

Like most of you probably remember, some time ago, when my penis took quite a damage and having a band aid on it made it feel like having a chastity device on, I started to think about the idea of actually getting one.

The quality models, however, I noticed, cost way, way too much and I had to drop the idea. Also the conversation I had with my girlfriend, during which she said that even if the idea is fun as a fantasy, putting me into one and taking the key would be a bit too much for her, made me to reconsider it.

The idea kept going on and on in my mind, however, and to tell the truth, for days I couldn't think anything but. Especially after I came across on eBay with a model that didn't cost much more than ten euros, and promised a free delivery, I became almost obsessed with the idea.

Also having fun with medical tape after my penis had healed up, putting it on my penis before I go into bed, and hoping I will wake up to a painful erection during the night as my penis tries to get hard, made me wonder whether a chastity device would have similar effect.

Finally, after getting encouraging feedback from the fetish site I am, I decided to risk it and ordered the device. I knew what my girlfriend had said, but then again, I thought, she had bought herself sex toys some time ago without telling me about, so I had a right to buy toys for myself, just as well.

I was being told you usually get what you pay for, but I felt ten euros was a sum I could risk losing, instead of investing over hundred euros to it. Also, being as cheap as it was, I knew I wouldn't most likely be able to keep the device on for 24/7. However, I had no such plans, so what did I have to lose?

Finally, last Friday the package arrived and I picked it up the next day. I was excited and giddy, for a reason.  There was a thing both me and me my girlfriend attended that day, and after it she asked whether I would like come to sleep at her place, even though she had said earlier she needed time to study.

I was tempted, but for once I thought we needed to be sensible, so I declined. It was also partly because the temptation to tell her about the package I had with me would have been a great one, and I wanted to open and try the device on by myself, just in case it turned out a really, really bad purchase.

So, last night I came home and opened the package. Here are the first impressions. Firstly, it seems it's true what they say. You do get what you pay for. The device was made of silicone, basically a very cheap rubber, and looking at it I could see one could get out of it with sturdy scissors. Also, I have to admit, it looks way much better in the picture.

I was also bit surprised to discover, as I put it on, that even though I had picked that particular model because it was extra tiny, my limp dick filled it only half way. The main problem with the fitting, however, was that tube was slightly too thin for my penis, making it stuck to the walls.

In fact part of the problem was my penis is so short the head even doesn't reach the space reserved for it in the end, but is stuck in the halfway. Trying to reach it through the opening in the end and pull it forward by fingers won't help either, because the penis is simply so small.

Even bigger problem, however, was the part you put behind the testicles. Even though I picked the biggest of the several rings that came with the product, it was really, really tight for my testicles. It seems I indeed have small penis but huge balls. In fact the ring squeezed them rather painfully, making me doubt it was safe to even to try sleeping with it on.

I also realized, after putting some clothes on, that this definitely wasn't the kind of a device you could  wear 24/7. The device was quite visible even when I had my pants on, and the pins keeping it together could be seen through the fabric.

So, it was not a complete success, at first, and when I was going to bed I was somewhat disappointed, and pretty sure I had wasted my money. At some point of the night I even took the device off because having it of hurt too much, and put it on my night table.

After a quick visit to the fridge I put some tape on my penis, from sheer frustration, and continued my sleep. Some time later, if I recall correctly, I decided to give the device one more try and stuffed my taped penis into the tube and put the device on again.

What happened then was one of the intense sexual experiences I have ever experienced without another person involved.

During the night my penis had started to get hard, like I hoped it would, but thanks to the tape and the rubber tube around it, there was no way it could do that. My mind did what human mind in situations like this does, and attempted to make the sensation a part of my dream.

In the dream I was up, and walking about at my place, and being very turned on, with a huge erection. I wasn't masturbating it, but I remember being so turned on I considered what it would feel to cum, and to get all that sperm out. However, even in my frenzied state, I knew wasn't supposed to.

Then I woke up, feeling disoriented and realized what was happening. I believe a sweet, satisfied smile appeared on my face, as I removed the bedsheet to see what was taking place dowstairs. It had worked, and I was happy beyond belief.

I squirmed, and writhed in my bed as I enjoyed the sensations. It was so tormenting, so frustrating and so abso-friggiging-lutely hot I was going out of my mind. I felt my balls were about to burst and I felt the uncontrollable urge to empty them. I felt my penis throb and pulsate in the tight rubber tube, but I knew I had no chance, or desire, to touch it.

As the erection started to go away gradually I was able to think a bit more coherently, even though I was still extremely aroused. I examined the rubber device I had on and turned it left and right. It felt extremely good, and I even tried to "jerk off" with it on, that is to say, pulled the device a few times up and down as if I had been holding my penis.

It was frustrating, but as I did it, I also realized that, if in my turned on, frenzied state, I kept doing it, I would have no trouble whatsoever to make myself cum inside it. So, as far as purely from chastity point of view, my new toy was all but "secure". I even tried to imagine how frustrating it would feel, to have such ruined orgasm.

A bit later I also noticed, not even that turned on anymore, that if I lay on my side and the device was between my thighs, and I squeezed it lightly, the rubber tube changer its form a bit, resulting in quite a nice sensation on my penis. I suspected I could have make myself cum quite easily that way aw well. It seemed I had much more chances to make myself with the device on than having nothing on my penis.

Finally I got up, still disoriented, and decided it would be best to put down my thoughts, when they still were fresh in my memory. I'm writing this on my computer, the device still on. My penis is once again in its shrunken state, filling not even the third of the tube's length.

My balls seem to have adapted to the ring around them, and it doesn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as it did earlier. This is most likely due to the fact the rubber part has bit itself into them, and it will hurt when I take it off.

I know I will have to take it off sooner or later, but at the moment, I just don't want to. Not because I know taking it off will hurt, but because having it on feels too good.

So, maybe the ten or so euros weren't completely wasted, after all.

PS. This post is being published only after I have told to my girlfriend about the purchase, for her enlightenment as well as enjoyment. I love you.

9.12.2015

"This is the night, it's a beautiful night..."

It seems that lately every other blog post of mine has started the same way. This one is no exception. I got to spend another weekend with my Queen. It was doubly exciting for us, since it also marked the one-year anniversary of our relationship. 

For both of us going to see a certain movie together a year ago marks the starting point of our relationship, even though at the time neither of us was sure whether it was actually a date. Despite the fact we most likely couldn't have been more nervous, even we had call it a date.

To celebrate the day we dined in an authentic Italian style restaurant that's so popular one needs to have a table reservation there. It may sound common practice to some of you, but that's way beyond fancy for me. It wasn't exactly out of "Lady and the Tramp" but not far off either. 

Like all faithful readers of my blog know, last weekend with her turned out rather steamy. Considering all this, it's no wonder I had all sort of romantic conceptions in my mind about the upcoming weekend. As far as the sex goes I sort of expected we would have simply continued where we left off. Unfortunately that was not the case, not at first at least. 

The thing is, after the previous weekend my Queen had experienced some pain in her nether regions, as well as other symptoms, despite the fact I had tried to be as gentle with her as possible. Whatever the reason for the symptoms was, my Queen was understandably not in the mood for any hanky panky on Saturday.

Well, actually that's not entirely the case. At least if you count wearing your girlfriend's underwear as hanky panky. I will explain.

Some days earlier we had chatted online and I had mentioned her the underwear she had left at my place for me to wash. One thing led to another and I ended up trying them on as we chatted. My Queen was rather surprised to hear they fit me. 

Naturally, my Queen said, she would be interested to witness it first hand as well. She also mentioned she has several pairs of panties she bought some time ago, but soon realized she doesn't like very much. She could perhaps donate some of them to me to wear. 

So, after we had arrived at her place on Saturday my Queen said she had a present for me. It was a small gift-wrapped package that contained a pair of red briefs she had bought for me, thinking my ass would look nice in them, as well as a pair of black women's panties she had mentioned earlier.

I was ordered to model both of them for her. The red briefs felt nice, and I hope they looked nice as well, as I presented my ass for her. According to her at least they did, and she told I am to use them in the future when we hang out together.

The black pair fit me quite nicely as well. My Queen seemed a bit astonished, and said they look completely natural, almost as if they were made for me. Aside for my testicle peeking a bit, my package fit quite nicely in them. Sometimes it pays off to have such a small penis, I suppose?

On Sunday we both attended the Independence Day party. The celebration over here differs quite a lot from the way they do it in USA for example, but I doubt anyone is interested hearing about it. In any case, nothing sexy took place on Sunday. Well, aside from me going totally nuts after seeing her in a very, very flattering dress, that is.     

On Monday we slept late, and cuddled in the bed for ages. At that point my Queen hinted she could be persuaded into fooling around, if only I took the initiative, and "did things to her". 

Like you all know by now, we're both switches, me and her. We have both our kinks, and since we love each other very much we try our very best to keep each other happy. My Queen gets off on being restrained, and lately she has hinted she would like to experience being hogtied sometimes. Since I want nothing else than her to be happy, I decided to give her what she wanted.

Considering all the things that could have gone wrong our first attempt in me putting her into a hogtie was quite a success. First I disrobed her, which seems to turn her on quite a lot, and then I put cuffs on her hands and a blindfold on her eyes as well. 

The last one was in fact an idea I had in a spur of a moment, but it turned out to be a very good one. Originally I only wanted to postpone her figuring out what I was about to do as long as possible, but it also made the whole experience more scary for her. Scary in a good way that is.

After I had gotten out another pair of cuffs I ordered her on her tummy and put them on her ankles, and then attached the two pairs of cuffs together with a silk ribbon my Queen has for bondage purposes.

Afterwards my Queen said she had had to fight off a small scale panic. Realizing something you have fantasized for a long time is actually taking place can be a scary thought, after all. It was quite an experience for me as well, since it was the first time I had done it to another person.

Considering all that I was actually rather proud of my handiwork. My Queen was a night tight package who had no chance whatsoever to get away, completely at my mercy, ready to be used. All things I know make her incredibly wet. 

An hour later we both lay exhausted on the bed. My Queen had just an orgasm I hope was something she had hoped it to be. As she lay on my arms she seemed very content, at least.

One piece of criticism she gave me afterwards was that I could have talked more. Like all of you know, the weekend before had been so steamy partly because I had found the right things to say to her as I masturbated her. This time there was so much new elements involved my attention was elsewhere and there was much less talking. 

There's always room for improvement, however, and I must remember to pay attention to verbal stimulation in the future as well. Or, as my Queen put it, what was already amazing, could have been even more amazing that way.

Originally the plan was me to be off after we had our breakfast, since we both had a lot to do that day. I had even dressed up and was ready to leave, and merely sat on the bed with my Queen to have a quick goodbye. Well, things let to another and before long we knew it, we all over each other again. 

I believe that in some weird way the thing that turned us both on was knowing we really wouldn't have time for it. What's also interesting that most of the time was spent now in foreplay, a very spontaneous foreplay at that. There was no plan, no direct goal we both aimed at. It was merely playful fooling around.

One proof of that is the way we ended up playing with medical tape. Like you all know, I have lately ended up having fun with it, by putting it around my limp penis before I go to sleep and hoping to have a painful wake-up call as my penis tries to get hard while tape wrapped around it. 

At my request my Queen agreed witnessing how the taping is done, so that she would know how to do it in herself some day. After I had taped my limp penis into a tight little package I suggested, completely in the spur of the moment, what if we tried it on her nipples as well?

I expected her to decline, like any normal, sane woman would do. Her reaction, however, wasn't anything like it. She merely smiled, looked at me and said: "Well, let's try it." At that moment I remembered once again why I love her so much.

First I had to make her nipples erect, and I then taped them up, forcing the nipples to stay that way. As the end result they looked like buttonson a chest of a female robot in a very low-budget sci-fi film.

The whole procedure resembled putting clothespins on one's body, or taping one's penis. It's exciting to put it on but having it on doesn't feel at all. And just like with clothespins, the most fun part was taking the tape off, after I had fun with her nipples sufficiently. 

After having the tape around my own penis several times I knee the effect it has. The tape sensitizes skin and I could only imagine what it must have felt as I started licking them lovingly after I had it off. The experience must have been quite sensual for her, at least according her moaning.

The climax of our little session was also very unplanned, but a lot of fun. At some point I had somehow ended up lying on top of her, a sensation she also likes very much. As I was lying there, knowing she was turned on and wet, I suggested her something I had fantasized for years. 

My fantasy? Woman using my limp penis to masturbate herself to a climax, but leaving me without an orgasm.

At that point my Queen was already quite turned on, and it took very little persuasion for her to grant my wish. Seeing her masturbate herself was also one of the things I had wanted to see for a long time, but she had been reluctant to give me a show.

What followed must have been one of the most intense sexual experiences of our entire relationship. Seeing her under me, using the head of my soft penis to stimulate her clitoris, getting nearer and nearer to orgasm was simply divine. She looked so beautiful, and I kept saying her so, over and over. The feeling was mutual, it seems, since she kept saying the same.

As she approached the orgasm she started moving the head of my penis faster and fasted on her slick pussy lips. It felt great and I became very aroused, but this was all about her orgasm, not mine.

Somewhere near the end she even took my penis in such a hold I could actually "fuck" her hands and the outer parts of her pussy with my taped up, limp penis. Afterwards I told her if she had lubrication on her hands I could have easily ejaculated on her. It was, my Queen said, "Almost like fucking" and I quite agree. 

Afterwards, as we lay next to each other once again, I realized my testicles hadn't been so alive in ages, so full of juices that flowed and swirled freely, and wanted so desperately to get out. I described these sensations to my Queen, which made her chuckle.

It also amused her somewhat, when I told her that when I was on top on her, and considered begging a permission to cum while making love to her hands, the one thing that kept me from doing it, was the question how it would look on my blog. 

After all, I explained her, it would be much more dramatic and would make much more sense in terms of narrative, if I didn't cum, even though my Queen had, masturbating herself with my limp dick. That I had responsibilities to my readers. 

I explained her my body wanted to orgasm, but my mind wanted me to stay chaste. It good thing then, she said, that my mind is in control, not my body, and that I have the will-power to stay chaste.

As we lay there, however, I couldn't help but humping her side a bit. I got nice and horny, and very close to the edge, in fact. When this took place I was actually half asleep. It had been a long and strenuous day, after all. Fortunately I managed to drag myself out of it just in time.

As I told my Queen what had just happened, she complemented me and said it was a good thing I was so obedient. After all, it had only been pathetic two weeks since my last ejaculation, and she had no intention of granting me an orgasm this soon, even a ruined one. 

I quite agreed it was for the best. Thinking about how my Queen wouldn't have given me a permission to ejaculate, even if I had begged, turned me on at that moment so much more than the idea of being allowed to do it. It still does, as I write this and feel my testicles so alive in my pants. 

All in all, the weekend or the Monday in question wasn't exactly the most sane example of spending one's time when there would have more pressing errands to do. But quite frankly, I don't feel one bit of remorse.

I also may have think of a new and exciting way to combine my desire to ejaculate, teasing and sexual frustration during the weekend. I won't go into detail yet, but rest assured, I will tell you all about it when and if my little idea comes into fruition.

PS. Speaking of testicles being alive, there doesn't seem to be much change in that respect. At lest considering that writing and posting this blog post has made me so horny I almost ended up ejaculating in my pants just a few minutes ago, simply by rocking my legs rhythmically in my office chair. Oh dear me.  

3.12.2015

This is the latter part of the update that covers what has happened during the last week or so. Like I hinted in the previous post, I got to spend another weekend with my Queen. What resulted was perhaps one of the steamiest weekends we've had so far. At least when in comes to pleasuring her.

Even before my Queen arrived to my place, I had decided that because she gave such a wild ride to me and to my penis the weekend before, this visit would have to be about her. Serving her, pleasuring her and being extra nice to her. Especially since pleasuring her sexually had been impossible due to Mother Nature a week before.

We woke up Saturday morning rather late. The lazy cuddling we both love led to more intense foreplay and soon I realized it was time to get into business. Namely, putting my tongue to work. We have practiced cunnilingus several times now, but we're still searching for the best position for it, ergonomically speaking. 

Sometimes my Queen has even said that me giving her cunnilingus has felt like she had been left all alone, while I was doing work on her nether regions. This time, instead of approaching her below, I started licking her sideways, still hugging her hips. This gave us chance to hold hands, even though I was going down on her. 

A bit by bit I moved into better position and finally I ended up into something that was more or less sixty-nine. My Queen commented that it had been "quite pornographic". What can I say? It seems there's reason some positions are classics? Among other things the position gave me an opportunity to give her long strokes with my tongue, and to better focus on her pussy in general.  

The sixty-nine also made me realize I could pin her hands between my knees and her own body while I was licking her pussy. The whole thing was accidental, but it turned out she liked it a lot, since being restrained is a huge turn-on for her.   

She ended up having something that looked like a good orgasm and I ended up having an incredibly sore tongue, as well as serious pain on the chest muscles I felt even the following day. Still, I'm not complaining. Her pleasure is so much more important than my discomfort. 

Afterwards she told me that even though she masturbates regularly when she's on her own, she's lazy in a way that she usually stops after the first small orgasm. With me, she says, it's much more than that, because I just keep going and help her to achieve the big one. Naturally I was very pleased to hear that.  

But the best was yet to come. On Sunday there was a thing we both had to attend, so we knew if we wanted to fool around on Sunday we'd have to be quick about it. I know this doesn't sound very romantic, but considering the circumstances, it was a morning well spent. 

My Queen had hinted the previous day she would like for me sometimes to use handcuffs on her while I masturbated her. As I've mentioned, we're both switches, and she has her submissive side as well. And, like I said previously, she especially likes being restrained.

Therefore, after some foreplay and me disrobing her, which I also know she likes, I got up without saying anything, took out my girly pink and shiny handcuffs, put them on her and then attached her hands to the end of the bed. She looked at me, smiling and looking very happy, as I continued caressing, kissing and teasing her.

I know she had said being handcuffed turns her on, but it seems I hadn't understand in what degree. The thing is, when I finally slid my hand on her pussy I couldn't believe how incredibly wet she was! I commented this on her, and she didn't seem to know whether she should be ashamed or proud of herself.

Trying to learn from yesterday's experience, I took a position next to her that was as functional as possible, and started masturbating her. This time I focused only on the things I know she likes. I rolled my fingers gently around her incredibly wet and slick clitoris while at the same time looking her in the eyes, kissing her occasionally, or licking her breast. She seemed to enjoy what I did. A lot.

Talking dirty in the bed, as they say, has never been easy with us. I'm unsure what to say to get her in the right mood, or rather I'm afraid I go too far and end up hurting her feelings, and she sometimes seems to be equally at lost what to say or to do. We both try our very best to fake it, nonetheless.

At that morning, however, everything seemed to fall in the right place somehow. I found exactly the right words, or rather the right angle, based on the things I know she likes or fantasizes about, and allowed myself to thrust into the situation. Very clearly My Queen enjoyed it immensely, and the more she did, the more courageous I got, turning her on even more. 

Soon I was rewarded with yet another glorious orgasm of hers. As she was catching her breath, I leaned over, caressed her forehead, kissed her parched, cold lips and thanked her, which always brings a smile on her face.  

Originally our plan was not to spend the rest of the Sunday together, but things led to another once again, and we found ourselves in the same bed on Sunday as well, this time at her place. After talking for hours and me giving her the back rub she very clearly wanted, we went to bed, even though we weren't that sleepy.

I placed myself behind her and cupped her breast in my hand like I often do, and started playing with her nipples gently. I heard her stating to moan, and as I continued, I was genuinely surprised, since her twitching and whimpering resembled so much my own behavior, when she teases me.   

"Hey, what's happening here?" I asked her.

"It seems you managed to wake up something", she said, curled up in my arms.

I continued teasing her nipples for a while, which seemed to be driving her crazy. However, understanding she was most likely dripping wet in her pajama pants, horny as hell, I decided not to linger, and proceeded.

The procedure went more or less the same way it had went the morning, the only exception being that this time I didn't stop to get handcuffs she owns as well, and merely ordered her to keep her hands above her head.  

This time my dirty talk seemed to work, if possible, even better than in the morning. One reason may be that encouraged by the previous instance, I allowed myself to get even deeper into her fantasies. Afterwards my Queen said she doesn't even remember what I said, only that at the moment she thought it was incredibly hot. 

All in all I made her orgasm twice during that session. As she reached the climax the second time she was howling out loud, and let out something that sounded almost like a growl of a wild animal. I mentioned this to her afterwards, and she looked embarrassed, and said she had no recollection of it whatsoever. 

This is understandable, since she described afterwards the orgasm, believe it or not, as the biggest sexual experience of her life. According to her time had lost meaning and it had felt the orgasm had lasted an half an hour, even though it hadn't take more than thirty seconds.

We discussed it afterwards, and it's somewhat interesting that even though the first orgasm I licked her on Saturday was a good and big one, it got dwarfed by the rest. At least according to my Queen it was in fact smallest of them all. The last, she said, was the kind she has always imagined them to be, according to internet. 

It is difficult to write this all down and not sound as if I'm bragging. I assure you this is not my intention. This is what took place and I merely want to write it all down. I'm not sure even myself what made the past weekend so successful, in terms of being able to please my Queen sexually. 

Three fingers and a little imagination  can do wonders sometimes, it seems.

2.12.2015

What a week it has been. What a week and what a weekend. Originally this post was twice as long, and I intended to cover in it all that had happened to me during the last week or so. Ultimately however I decided to cut in half. If that doesn't create Freudian images in you, nothing won't.

This post will focus what's the most important to any male, that is his penis and its well-being. When we last saw our hero a week ago it was in pretty bad shape. It had spent quite a weekend, but sustained damage in the process. In fact the damage was so severe the skin was torn from several places just under the head of the penis.

I spent good part of the last week recuperating, as far as my penis is concerned, at least. As the first shock of seeing it in such a state wore off I started to think of ways to making it to heal. Like I said last time, I have type one diabetes, and sores and other injuries heal much slower on me, and I didn't want to end up to a doctor with an inflamed penis.

My first plan was to put a band-aid just under the head of the penis, with the idea of keeping the part of skin straight and to give it a chance to heal. 

The problem in this case is that the injuries are just below the head of the circumsized penis. When there's no erection, there's a lot of flabby loose skin, including the injured part, making it very hard to keep the damaged area dry. In other words it would be an ideal place for infection.  

Very quickly I made an interesting discovery. I realized that wearing the band-aid was bit like having a sort of chastity device on. As long as it was on I was unable to fondle my penis even lightly. I was constantly reminded it's there, and I had a strange desire to check it's still on. Same kind of reactions one would have immediately after getting a chastity device, I suppose?

I had discussed the subject with my Queen a bit during the weekend, purely as fantasy material, but afterwards she said that actually getting one for me would still be a bit too much for her. I also made some checking out and was reminded again how expensive the toys in question are. Heaven forbid!

That led me to conclusion that at the moment I'm content having a band aid around my limp member as a sort of light version of a chastity device. That's much more close to my budget, at least.

I made an update about the project on a fetish social media site I'm on, and got replies to it, some of them referring to non-painful and painful treatments to sores caused by chastity devices, as well as comments about what it feels to take the band aids off.  

I use the good old Neo Amisept to disinfect wounds. I've heard from the pharmacy that it's not recommended to treat wounds with it anymore. It's pretty strong stuff, and nowadays they use products that don't sting. However, I've insisted buying it. After all, how do you know it's doing anything, or even reaching the wound, if it doesn't sting like hell? 

However, treating wounds that are on your penis with that stuff is rather... interesting, to say the least. To prevent bacteria getting to the wounds I disinfected it several times, and when I put it on I swear my neighbors must have heard me. 

As for taking the band aids away, I've noticed the same thing, as well. I use a cheap brand of band aid that usually comes off before it's supposed to, but when it comes the soft and loose skin of my penis, it seems to be sticking to it like crazy.

I also discovered another interesting thing. One night, before I went to bed, I decided to "reinforce" the band aid I have on my soft penis, with a couple or rounds of thin medical tape. The result was a nice tight package, even if I say so myself.

Sometime during the morning hours of the night, however, my penis had decided to have an nightly erection. As a result the "rings" two rounds of tape formed bit nicely to the flesh of my penis, as it tried to get stiff. What a way to wake up from erotic dream!

After the redness had went away I started making different kinds of setups from band-aid as well as and the medical tape, not only to keep the limp penis standing up straight, and to give the wound some air as well. After that I started using a medicine called Bepanthen on it, that's supposed to help open wounds to heal.

All this turned out so effective that by Thursday evening the would had started to close up quote nicely, and by Friday, when I saw my Queen again, it was so well healed up one could hardly notice it.  

All the business with the medical tape, the feel it creates on my limp penis, the feel of putting it on as well as taking it off, however, have given me new ideas and for a few days now I've found myself searching for new ways to use it in self-torture. 

Not only does it make nightly erections rather interesting experiences, it makes the taped up limp penis a nice and tight package that sticks out a more than it usually does. This has resulted into some rather nice sensations as the head of my limp penis brushes to the fabric of my silky boxers I use indoor.   

In fact I have even have to go to the pharmacy and get some more, since the roll I had used for years and years, finally ran out because of me using it so much. I must say it felt strange, comparing the brands on the grounds of how they would feel on my penis.

One interesting effect I found is also worth a mention. Few days ago I had once again rolled a couple of rounds of tape around my limp member. After that watched some rather arousing porn, ruined orgasm video, to be exact. The video was in fact so arousing I had to stop, because it had made me way, way too horny.

So, I crashed on my bed, thinking I could doze off and well as cool off for a while. Being as horny as I was, I humped the bed cover a bit in frustration. The head of my taped up limp penis slid so nicely on the silky fabric of my shorts I continued doing it. 

This wasn't the first time I grind my groin this way, but usually there's no chance, or "danger" for me to cum, because I don't get hard. This time around however, I had a band of medical tape around my limp penis, which kept it nicely in position. Before long I realized I would ejaculate in my shorts if I kept it up.

I let myself quite close to the edge, and then stopped. I think it wouldn't have taken me many more thrusts to ejaculate. I lay there motionless, listened the racing of my heart and tried to cool off. I felt my testicles being so alive, so desperately wanting to release their load.

It took almost five minutes for me to cool off enough to continue. This time it took a little longer while to reach the state I wanted to feel. As I got closer to the edge I stopped again to cool off. 

As I waited my heart to slow down I decided it would actually be quite fun to ejaculate in one's pants. After all, my Queen had said I had a permission to cum, as long as it wasn't by masturbation, or otherwise by my own hand.

So, on the third time when I started humping the bed cover I had made a decision to cum. After all, I hadn't done anything like that ever, and it would be very pathetic thing to do. Let alone describing it to my Queen the next time I would meet her.

Some of you may find amusing, that this time, when I would have let myself cum, my body refused to co-operate. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach the same feel and the same rhythm. Finally I had to stop, frustrated as hell. Well, serves me right, doesn't it?

26.11.2015

This will be a long update. A very long update I should say. There's simply so much to tell, and I hope you find at least some of it entertaining. In fact, I had to cut the story short this time, and I think you understand why by the time you get to the end. Hopefully I will be able continue the story at a later time.

I got to spend a weekend  with my Queen again. In a way one could say the weekend was sort of reward for both of us. We had both been very busy the last week and felt we had "earned" some time together. The weekend wasn't all fun and rolling in the sack, since life seldom is, but I'm concentrating on the good parts in this post.

We're not your regular kinky couple, me and Queen. For various reasons we don't do much of the stuff many "regular" kinky people seem to do. You now, with whips and high heels and stuff. I've also noticed things don't usually go as planned with us, but we end up having fun nevertheless. This applies to last weekend, as well.

The reason for us spending the weekend together was, as usual, two events that both demanded us to be present. This was all very handy, but because of it we were both rather tired by the time we got to her place at Saturday night.

We had planned having an actual candle-lit romantic dinner that night, something we haven't had time to do properly yet. We had the dinner all right, after which my Queen showed me an episode of her favourite series she had wanted me to see for some time now.

The episode, in case some you wonder, was "The Power of Madonna" from Glee, and the reason my Queen wanted to show it to me is the fact she knows I'm a long-time Madonna fan. I enjoyed the episode, even though I have to admit the Glee's Rocky Horror Picture Show special my Queen showed me some time ago worked better.

After the episode, both of us being nice and tipsy, we realized we were both way too tired to be able to do anything but to go to bed. There would always be tomorrow, we thought. We hit the sack and were asleep in a matter of minutes.

On Sunday morning almost the first thing my Queen did after she came out of the bathroom was to inform me that Mother Nature had once again arrived to her monthly visit. She had previously mentioned that "red alert" was on again, so it wasn't actually a surprise, but it was very unfortunate news anyway.   

This meant there wouldn't be a chance for me to pleasure her, and that we'd have to concentrate on me instead. However, I had no idea where it would actually lead to.

For some time we had discussed it would be interesting to try Viagra. I had tried it a decade back, with no avail. We conducted the experiment on Sunday, which proved something I had suspected all along, namely that Viagra still isn't enough to cure my impotence.

There was some swelling, but nothing I could use for fucking. I don't feel bad about it, however. Also, since my penis was now at least half mast it gave my Queen something to play with, and try out new things. 

One of the things was actually masturbating me, in the old-fashioned back-and-forth way. On many occasions when she had played with me, my penis had remained completely limp, which had led her to think of different techniques to edge me.   

Another thing she did was blindfolding. I have never been blindfolded, and I was surprised how erotic it was. I was forced to just lie there, and feel my Queen masturbating me, and not be able to see it. According to her my penis kept becoming more erect, and I would have liked to see it, but was forbidden to.

Eventually my Queen got bored me being blindfolded, and removed it. The edging session culminated into something I could describe as some sort of mental, but completely dry orgasm. Nothing came out, and my Queen said I had looked as if I had experienced "a girls's orgasm".  

So, after we had rested for a while it was time for round two. And even though saying this makes me look lik a sex maniac, it was me who suggest we would continue. The round one had been fun, but had left me needing more. However, it turned out the round two was, if possible, even more steamy then the first one.

Later on my Queen said that she had decided to give me an actual ruined orgasm this weekend, since I seemed so desperately to need one. Even though it had been, after all, only three weeks since my last ruined orgasm. I had no idea about her plans, of course.

Among other things my Queen ordered me to hump her hand with my partly soft penis, which was very humiliating thing to do. I also got very aroused hearing my Queen give direct commands, for example actually saying: "Come on, hump my hand".

Another interesting technique she came up with was using her foot in teasing me. This was most likely a complete accident, but soon we both realized she had hit the jackpot. The reason she hadn't tried the technique sooner was that a completely shrunken nub of a penis like mine is very difficult to torment that way.

Using the sole of her feet as well as the calf of her feet she sort of rolled it between her leg and mine. It was a rather rough treatment, but incredibly pleasurable as well. I squirmed, unable to form coherent sentences, part of the time in agony, part of the in ecstasy. My Queen just giggled, since she seemed to find my reactions rather amusing.

Finally, it seemed, my Queen had come to the conclusion it was time to get to business and started to masturbate my semi-hard penis with skilful determination. She even pressed her hand to my chest, to feel the racing of my heart, that became faster and faster the closer she got.

Following my suggestion she kept little pauses and then slowed the masturbating almost to a halt. I wanted her to do so to prevent myself from ejaculating too quickly. However, no matter how slow she did it, I kept coming closer and closer, which I told her, as well.

As I came closer to the edge I was given a command to inform when I was there, so she could let go. Finally I knew it wouldn't take much longer and looking deep into her eyes I let her take me there. Then, just as my body was about to go over, told her to take her hand away.

It was glorious, and so frustrating at the same time. I felt the orgasm that was somehow cut short, and felt few drops of cum ooze out. I curled into a little ball into the arms of my Queen and told her over and over how much I loved her.

The rest of the day we lay down in bed and talked. And talked and talked. For hours, it seemed. All the time I had to fight the urge to tell her again and again how much I love her. How much I love our discussions, how I love everything in her.

After we had dinner I even got to show her an episode of Star Trek, which we haven't had opportunity in ages, it seemed. The episode in question was "Hollow Pursuits", where we are introduced with lt. Barclay. She seemed to find the episode rather amusing, I'm glad to say.

Originally my intention was to leave on Sunday, since I had previous arrangements on Monday. However, things let to another and ended up spending one night more at her place.

On Monday morning I woke up before my Queen did and realized I had a nice erection. I coaxed my Queen awake and she seemed willing to play with it a bit. At that point I noticed the usual rough treatment my Queen usually gives to my penis, made it hurt even more than usual.

After a while I felt myself losing the erection, and started to beg for her a permission to masturbate myself a bit, something that is normally forbidden for me. After some begging my Queen gave in. I took hold of my penis that was rapidly losing it's erection and started pulling it up and down.

It felt incredible. It felt so good. To be able to pull it up and down, and to look at my Queen's beautiful eyes at the same time.

"God this feels good", I said, and saw my Queen nod.

"You do know I'm a good wanker", I said, continuing what I did. "I've done it so much during my life I've become very good at it."

"I'm sure you have", my Queen answered.

"This hurts, from yesterday", I said, but didn't slow down.

"Good", my Queen said. "I'm glad it hurts."

"You want me to suffer? To punish me for waking you up?"

"Yes I do", she said, and then, and continued after a while. "It's your job to keep me happy. The only thing you're supposed to be interested is my pleasure, me having fun."

"Yes", I said, but didn't continue, enjoying what she was saying.

"You're not supposed to think of your own needs at all. Or to wake me up, when I still had wanted to sleep."

"Hmm-mm...", I said incoherently.

"So, aren't you ashamed?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"You're not?" she asked, surprised.

"No. At the m-moment I don't care anything else that the fact how f-fucking horny I am."

I heard my Queen sigh.

"At this rate we will have to put you into a chastity belt, to keep you under control", she said.

"I-ve been thinking about it", I said, with my voice shaking a bit. This was the first time either had actually spoke of the subject.

"You have?"

I nodded.

"It would have to be extra, extra small", she said.

"Yes, extra small" I said, masturbating furiously. "To make my penis even more small."

"So that you'd be in real agony when your penis tries to get hard in the mornings."

"Y-yes, it would be simply awful."

"Oh, it would", she said.

"I would have to keep it all the time", I said. "And you'd take it off only when we're together, like now. And you'd put it on when the weekend is over."

"But I would take it off only if you're extra good and nice to me. Like for example by massaging my back."

I nodded again.

"And you'd keep the only keys."

"Of course", she said. "Most likely in a chain around my neck."

"You would?"

"Maybe I'd even start wearing low cut shirts, so you could watch the key dangling between my breasts."

I opened my eyes and looked deeply in her eyes.

"I love you so", I said, almost out of breath, and saw her smile.

She started to caress my chest and then squeezed my both nipples. They were still sensitive, since they too had received rather rough treatment the previous day. It felt very good, her doing it, and her being there.

"Y-you know", I said finally. "I'm getting close."

"You are?"

I told her I was, which was the truth, and that I had slowed down the pace, couple of times, since I didn't want to cum at least not without her permission."

"Well, of course you don't."

"But I could", I said, hesitating a bit. "Make myself a ruined orgasm."

"You already had one yesterday. You're getting greedy."

I nodded, and looked at her pleadingly, unable to think straight.

"You could take your hand away in time?" she said.

"I did it once before, remember", I said, pulling my now almost completely limp penis up and down very slowly. "It's unconceivable thing to do on one's own, but not that hard, with you."

"Would you like to?"

"Honey", I said smiling. "It's what you like that matters."

She was silent for a moment, and looked at me, with contemplating look on her face.

"Okay then, do it."

I started masturbating faster, and taking a hold of her hand, closed my eyes. I took myself beyond the point of no return and then, let go. After a few seconds I felt sperm starting spurt out of my limp penis, as waves of a glorious orgasm wash over me.

I'm not making excuses. I was greedy and I wanted to cum. And quite frankly, it felt almost like a real orgasm. It had looked one, as well, my Queen commented afterwards. Therefore I have put it down as "orgasm allowed and supervised by my Queen" on my book-keeping. 

However, I did it with permission of my Queen, and I would have stopped if she had said no. And I would have thanked and loved her for it.

As for the book-keeping, as soon as I got around to do it, I realized two things. First was the fact that first time ever there was a situation when the number of orgasms exceeded my Queen's, in a given period of time. After all, this was the first time I had orgasmed on two days in a row since November 2013. 

The other one was an observation I made the following day, when my Queen informed me she had had a nice orgasm that day. The observation was that since April I have had eight orgasms now, whereas my Queen has had 108. Exactly one hundred orgasms difference. One hundred orgasms. It makes my head spin.

In other words, even though I felt somewhat ashamed of being so greedy, it didn't feel as bad when I considered the difference in numbers. One hundred orgasms, the number is simply staggering. There's also another lesson to be learned from this all, a one about price of the pleasure. The thing is, this time, the story doesn't end here.

Immediately after I had orgasmed on Monday I felt considerable stinging on my penis. However, it wasn't until I got home I realized why. My poor penis had indeed sustained quite a damage both in the hands of my cruel Queen, as well as my horny hands.

In fact the damage was so severe the skin was torn from several places just under the head of the penis. I'm not blaming my Queen of course, since I was involved, as well. However, I admit I got a bit alarmed, since I'm diabetic (type one) and wounds heal much slower on me. I have no desire to go to doctor with inflamed penis, either.

In other words, the good part of last few days I have spent recuperating, and trying to get my poor little penis to start healing. However, I think at this point I will show mercy to my readers. In other words, there's more to the story, but time for it isn't now.

There would be things to tell how the draining of my balls has affected my libido, but that will have to wait, as well.

In conclusion, what can I say? It seems it's true what they say. Every bit of pleasure in this life has to be purchased with equal amount of suffering.