7.9.2015

I ended up answering a question from a Facebook page about hands-free orgasms today, have people had them and how are they. After all, the matter is somewhat familiar to me. Since my answer was quite a lengthy one, I'm posting it here as well. 

Most people on the thread seemed to think hands-free orgasms are awful. And I quite agree. From a perspective of a normal male, used to having intercourse or masturbating regularly, ending with a glorious, full, satisfying orgasm, hands-free ruined ones must be awful. 

However, I would say they are awful only when they are unwanted. I've had three of them during my life, all during the last few months. The first one was in March, the second one in May and the third in July. Mind you, with one exception they were the only orgasms I've had during the last 22 months.

Two of them happened while I was edging, and they were complete accidents. I had no intention of cumming, or letting myself to cum. I simply wanted to torment myself, to feel the urge but ultimately deny myself and leave myself frustrated.

However, in each of the occasions, even though I thought I wasn't nowhere near the edge, while I was having my cool-off period, my body betrayed me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I started to convulse, and sperm started to spurt out of my limp penis, and I was completely unable to stop it. I hated it so.

The third took place while my girlfriend was edging me. She had no intention of letting me cum either, but while we were having a cool-off period, similar thing happened, and took us both completely off-guard. At the time my girlfriend didn't even understand I was actually having an orgasm, since this was the first time I had one at her presence.

During the last couple of months we have gotten much better in anticipating them, and keeping me from the edge. We have even discussed that when the time comes she decides it would be a good idea for me to cum, we could try getting closer and closer to the edge, perhaps on several occasions, the last one of which would result to an orgasm, but a one that would happen completely without any kind of touching. 

That is to say, we very much like the idea of my fifth orgasm this year to be a ruined one as well.

The whole matter has even amused us somewhat. For most males the idea of having a ruined orgasm is an awful one, a punishment, something that is meant to be very unpleasant for the male. In my case having even a ruined orgasm would be so much more, compared to what I'm getting now.

In case anyone is interested, there are longer reports of each incident on my blog:

http://chastediary.blogspot.fi/2015/03/1532015.html

http://chastediary.blogspot.fi/2015/05/2752014.html

http://chastediary.blogspot.fi/2015/07/2272015.html

The last incident, of course, was the one that led me and my girlfriend to the conclusion it would be a good idea not to touch myself at all when I'm on my own. Only she has the right to touch, stimulate and play with my penis now, making all attention she gives to it so much more important and special. The ban has lasted for 47 days now.

1.9.2015

My erotic dreams are getting very... well, interesting to say the least. 

Last night I was having a dream in which I was having a dream in which I was wanking off furiously, and about to cum. Then, suddenly, I woke up from dream inside the dream into the dream, realized what I was doing, got up (from the very same bed and in the same clothes I was sleeping in real life) and tried to cool off. 

It seems my dream inside the dream me didn't care about my wanking ban, but the dream me did, and wanted to stay true to my promise to my girlfriend, even though it didn't realize being in a dream as well. One could say the former me were my carnal instincts, wanting desperately me to start masturbating again, the latter me my conscious mind wanting to stay chaste. 

I remembered the whole dream only some time after waking into the real world and had to shake my head in disbelief. It seems my body is getting very desperate to make me cum to create an Inception-style construct like that.

As if that wasn't enough, when I continued my sleep a little while later I remember having one or two similar visions, in which I was masturbating furiously, and from which I woke up, this time directly to the real world. I remember each time being startled, alarmed and ashamed, as if had been doing something forbidden.

What can I say. Mind is a curious thing.

30.8.2015

My Queen has been traveling this weekend, which has left me a lot of time to be on my own. During that time I've tried to do the stuff I should have done for weeks now. However, I emphasize the word "try", since I seem to be way too preoccupied to focus much on anything.

My Queen even commented about that, as I was seeing her off to the railway station, the fact I seem to think about sex much more than she does. "Usually I just do it and then I can then I go on for days and not to think about it at all." I was a bit surprised, and had to ask: "Honey, you do understand there is a reason for it?".

She can masturbate if she is tense, or had a bad day, or just feels like it. It relaxes her nicely and after that she can take a little nap. I can't do that. What was once the same kind of private momentary retreat is off limits for me now.

Yes, I think sex most of the time, but that's because I can't get a relief when I want to.

However, there is no one else I can blame this on than myself. In fact, every time I feel the boiling sensation in my testicles and know I won't give myself release, while my Queen is free to cum as much as she wants I couldn't be happier.

If you have read my updates some months ago you know I experienced a rather interesting phenomenon earlier this summer. Possibly due to warm weather I felt my libido going overdrive, resulting to some rather interesting period of my life.

Four weeks ago my Queen finally made me to ejaculate for her. I feel no regret about it. After all, I love her and I'm hers to use however she sees fit. That applies to my ejaculations as well. They are hers now, and she is free to do with them whatever she likes. That was also the first time she got to see what I look like when I cum.

However, it seems me ejaculating made my libido, at least when my testicles are concerned, to go to sleep, despite me trying to give it as much visual stimulation as possible. There's horniness in my head, but not in my balls. I've hoped what I felt earlier during the summer would return, but so far no such luck.

Currently we're experiencing the last days of summer over here in Finland, and this Saturday was an exceptionally warm day. I'm unsure whether it was the heat, or all the time I was by myself, or perhaps being very scantily dressed, but during the whole weekend I felt more horny physically than I've felt in ages when I'm on my own.

Like you most likely read from my last update, earlier this week I trimmed my groin area a bit, to give my Queen smooth balls to handle. Since I want to keep them that way I continued the trimming during the weekend, and hunting runaway hairs I may have missed earlier.

I was doing it yesterday, while sitting in my chair. The sun was shining through the window directly at my balls and penis, making it easier to find loose hairs. When I had finished what I was doing I gave my balls one last feel and then grabbed my limp penis into my fist, to make sure there wasn't any stubble left.

And then... something happened and I immediately let go of my limp penis. I looked at it shocked, still basking in the sunlight. What had just taken place? It had happened so quickly it's hard to tell. All I know at that point it felt if I had hold my limp penis a second longer I would have ejaculated.

It seems my libido may be finally waking up. That, or it was merely the warm weather and my imagination is playing tricks on me. Naturally I wish it weren't that, and I'm getting my sweet frustration back. It also means I need to be extra careful from now on.

We discussed the matter very briefly on-line with my Queen tonight, and I told her, quite directly, how horny I had been the whole Sunday as well.

"Sorry, I don't know where that came from", I said.

"It came from your balls", she answered "Then again, they haven't gotten a release for some time now, haven't they."

Then there was pause and she continued: "Well, in fact they have been without a release for only a short while. We must correct this. And the only way to correct this is to make sure they won't be able to cum for a long, long time."

Have I told you yet how much I love her?

28.8.2015

I could have made the following update several days ago. However, I have been somewhat busy. I also wanted to save you all from yet another update filled with details that make my life seem like a one of a some sort of sex maniac. Which I am, of course, but not the most usual type, I suppose.

I saw my Queen earlier this week. We both attended a meeting that offered a chance for us to meet afterwards at her place, especially since we both knew she would have to go to see her parents this weekend.

Earlier on that day I had plucked, trimmed and shaved my balls and testicles in the hope it would please my Queen. She had noted earlier that if I want her to do more things to my testicles I could trim it a bit, which I naturally did.

I don't shave myself bare, but I do trim the region a lot and leave only a short hair above the penis. However, I do try to make the balls as smooth as possible, since handling them that way feels, quite frankly, very pleasurable.

So I was quite anxious to get to show off my trimmed genitals to my Queen, but then things happened, and the fact I had now smooth balls was somewhat overshadowed by it.

The things is, after our last encounter last weekend, and her first trip to porn store with me, my Queen had apparently been enthusiastic enough to make some purchases online from a Finnish adult toy store. We picked up the package on our way to her place, and she was very keen to show the new toys to me.

The other one was a ball gag, and it seems she was a bit nervous whether I thought it would be a bit extreme or too much for me to handle. I told her she was being silly again, and that anything she was into couldn't ever been too much for me, because I love her.

We tried it out a bit, and I got to act a bit like a dom again. That is, giving her orders and so on, which she seems to like.  She said she had been unsure whether the gag was actually her thing, but she had wanted to find out whether she would like it. It remains to be seen who much she wants to see me use it on her in future.

The other purchase, however, seemed to be a success. I own a pair of handcuffs, but since she seems to think they're a bit too girly (they're shiny and pink) she had wanted to buy a better pair for herself, made out of black leather and with easier locking mechanism.

In retrospection it's a bit funny she bought the handcuffs primarily for herself, but they ended up being on me most of the time. After I had put them on her and she had tried how they feel for a while, she put them on me, so that my hands were behind my back. If I'm not mistaken that was the first time I got to experience it.

We started kissing while both of us standing, and soon I was practically begging my Queen to remove my undies, which she complied to after a while. She teased my limp penis a bit and I finally understood the fascination of handcuffs. No matter how hard I would have liked to start wanking, I couldn't. The cuffs took away all responsibility.

My Queen also told me, as I walked around, that my bare ass, with my cuffed hands in front of it, looked very tasty, and something that could have been straight out of a fetish shoot. I was naturally pleased to hear it, since I do want to look pretty for my Queen.  

My Queen also fulfilled another one of my many fantasies, namely being led around from my limp penis, as she dragged me to a full length mirror to see my image. She even asked me whether I was ready for it, apparently wanting to make sure it wouldn't be as big step for me that it is to her. I was naturally very keen seeing myself, simply for the humiliation value.

I also found it curious that being led from my limp penis wasn't nearly as humiliating as I suspected it to be. It merely felt.... right and natural, somehow. Even safe, feeling my Queen's fingers on my limp penis and not having to decide yourself where you're going.

After we had watched ourselves from the mirror my Queen came to stand behind me and started teasing me verbally, whispering to my ear how it was impossible for me to masturbate or even touch myself, no matter how much I wanted.

Something made me lift my hands a bit and start pulling her skirt upwards. As my fingers touched her pussy through her panties I heard her gasp and say: "I see you found the place you are allowed to touch". I slid my fingers inside her panties and as they met her slick pussy lips I heard her gasp. I started masturbating her and she soon reached an orgasm, a small but still an orgasm, while holding her hands tight around me.

It's not every day one can say he can make his woman cum even with his hands tied.

After my Queen had wiped my fingers clean she wanted to see whether some of her shoes fit on me. One pair did, to her great joy, as well as mine. The pair on question was dark blue, with wedge heel, and a tip that left my toes visible. And even though I say so myself, my feet looked pretty darn cute in them.

Even though they were tight, walking on them wasn't at all hard, even though it felt a bit of hazardous considering my hands were cuffed behind my back and I'm a big guy. However, I do have a little experience walking on high heels, since I own a pair of leather women's boots I sometimes wear in fetish parties. The trick, of course, is to take very small steps.

We even ended up putting some very light polish on my toenails, which made them look even more cute. In retrospection it is somewhat curious that my Queen had been worried whether that being made to wear women's clothing such as shoes would be too much for me. Nothing would have been farther from the truth and I hope she does it more in the future.

As we lay on the bed cuddling and kissing, we also ended up trying a rather interesting sex position. Truth to tell, we haven't been very adventurous when it comes to positions, due to the fact we're both rather inexperienced.

In any case, I somehow ended up between her legs while she was laying on her tummy on the bed. In a spur of the moment I decided to try whether I could reach her pussy from there. I did, and even managed to slid my thumb in. I masturbated her some time, and tried out some techniques, which some worked, some not.

Finally I took out my Queen's recent purchase, the vibrator made out of very soft material, and tried it in. It slid in, rather easily. I must say I was quite amazed, since not long ago it was the penetration that had caused us problems. And this time there was no additional lubricant involved either. I fucked her quite a while with the vibrator from behind, and could have continue to do so twice as much.

Afterwards it was again time for cuddling . That and most likely everything that had happened during the night made me very horny. Finally I couldn't resist anymore and I had to direct my horniness to somewhere. Therefore I ended up giving my Queen another session of "chained" orgasms.

For what must have been almost an half an hour there was nothing but the wet sounds as I slid my hand in steady rhythm on her pussy and, and her moaning and having an orgasm after another. I had decided I would keep doing it until she begs me to stop, which she ultimately did.

I asked my Queen afterwards did she have any idea how many orgasms she had and her rough estimate was "around five". It seems with women it's hard to pinpoint where one orgasms stops and other one starts. However, I believe the quality, not only the quantity of her orgasms have risen recently as well.

Before we went to bed we showered together, for the first time. This time it was her idea, and I was very pleased she asked it. The thing is, I had suggested it to my Queen some months ago, but she had declined and said it would been "too much", so I hadn't brought it up again. She seemed to have totally forgotten the whole conversation.

I must admit I had again my reservations. I have been in that situation once and it had taught me showering together, something that's the ultimate erotic thing to do in the movies, can be lot less sexy in real life. However, it seems everything really is more fun with my Queen. 

I hadn't initially meant to sleep at her place, but by the time I would have had to leave it was so late I gave in and decided to stay. By the time we went to bed I was so horny, after hours of new experiences and also a bit of teasing, I practically humped my Queen's lovely hip, and whimpered like a small animal as we both fell into sleep.

Some time during the early hours of the morning I woke up with a raging hard-on. I do have morning erections, even though my penis doesn't get up at other times. I mentioned that to my Queen and she slid her hand to it, taking a good hold of my hard-on, but soon drifted back to sleep as I had guessed she would.

What followed must have been one of the weirdest, most romantic and erotic experiences of my life. My Queen's hand on my cock kept me hard and horny, but since it didn't move, or touch the tip, there was simple frustration.

Waves of horniness washed over my body and I couldn't do nothing but just lay there in the darkness. I didn''t move, or try to create friction on my cock. Quite the contrary, I tried to stay as motionless as possible, since I thought movement could make my Queen to take her hand away.  

I even thought it would be interesting, almost kind of amusing, if managed to orgasm there, from the simple feeling of my Queen's hand at the base of my cock. Also the fact she was asleep added to the situation. Naturally nothing of the sort happened.

In the morning I mentioned to my Queen about the incident, and asked whether she remembered it. It wouldn't be the first time something we did almost full asleep is forgotten in the morning. My Queen said she did, and that she had left her hand there on purpose, knowing very well she would fall asleep right away.

Sometimes I don't understand how is it possible I'm blessed with a wonderful girlfriend like her.

24.8.2015

This time it's a bit hard for me to decide where to start. So much has happened recently.

A week ago on Monday my Queen again paid me a surprise visit. I told her i really wouldn't have time for it, since I had tons of stuff to do. However, she was persuasive enough to make me give in.

Nevertheless, it was fun. She teased my limp cock quite expertly, and I gave her two orgasms after I had teased her quite a lot. The thing is, she has said she likes it as well, being made to to wait, horny and frustrated, almost begging for more direct attention.

I also got to use a technique I had read about but never believed would actually work: a feather.

I made my Queen to close her eyes, and went to other room to get it. When I started to caress her labia lips with it she got a bit startled and asked what it was. After I told her it was a synthetic feather she calmed down and was amazed herself how effective it was. She was dripping wet in mere minutes.

During our little session I even managed to eat her out a bit. We haven't done oral sex a lot, since finding a right position seems to be a bit difficult for us. This we didn't plan it at all, I had to stop after a while because my neck hurt too much. She enjoyed her orgasms, nevertheless.   

The next morning, after a night slept together, I got to experience something I had felt maybe once in my life: a condom on my penis. I had a morning erection and my Queen wanted to try out what putting a condom on it is like.

I had purchased a package of condoms couple of years ago, but the relationship I was at that point ended before we managed to have sex, and the package had never been opened. Yes, as you can see, I have sex very, very rarely.

I was amazed how thin those things are. When it was on me I barely saw it. I asked my Queen to lick it a bit, and she complied. I was a bit surprised how little I felt. I do know there's not much sensitivity in the head of my penis, but I was still a surprise.

At least this means that most likely I won't have to fear about premature ejaculations, when I finally get to have intercourse with my Queen.  She in turn said she suddenly realized the fascination with flavoured condoms, which I ended up buying later that week.

We also spent the last weekend together. It was all in all a four day period together, almost a record one could day. In fact my Queen even informed this morning she almost made a two cups of coffee instead of one, after being so accustomed having me around.

On Saturday we did a trip to the local Ikea store to buy things we both needed. I was once again very pleased and happy about the fact how nice and fun it is to run errands with her. I feel I don't have to pretend when I'm with her, or to worry I'm acting goofy.

It was a long day, and a one I'm sure that would have made me and my ex snapping at each other at the end of the day. With her everything is so smooth and easy. Then again, we do seem to be very good at taking the other person's needs into account, as well.

In terms of our sex life, however, something much more significant took place on that day as well.  Before making the Ikea trip we paid a quick visit to a porn store that's located near to my apartment. We had never visited a porn store together, and this was a first visit for her to a one.

I admit I was a bit worried, since I had done similar thing once, with the ex I mentioned before. And let's just say it didn't went well. My Queen, however, seemed to be very cool about everything. The fact that the place wasn't as sleazy it could have been, and that the salesperson was a young woman helped as well, I suppose.

The most important piece of information in our visit to the shop is the fact that my Queen bought her first vibrator there. I had visited the store some time ago and had come across a model that would suit her way better than the one I bought online earlier this year.

As some of you may have guessed, there has been some obstacles in our sex life. Those obstacles include also the ones having to do with penetration. Last week my Queen paid a visit to a gynaecologist and we got plenty of new, somewhat surprising information. There seems to be light in the end of the tunnel, so to speak. Pun not intended.

On Sunday we finally had a chance to try the vibrator and quite frankly, I have to say: "Heureka!". I don't want to go into too much detail, but the purchase as well as us trying it out. or rather in, was a success. I like my girlfriend's new toy a lot and hope to have a lots of fun in the future by making love to her with it.

Afterwards we talked about it a bit and my Queen assured she will start using it a lot when I'm not around. I'm so happy.

At that point I would have been quite ready to call the weekend a success. However, as I departed her place on Sunday it was clear both of us wanted to prolong the visit. It was an incredibly idyllic, warm summer evening. First we ended up having ice cream on a rather fancy, new ice cream place downtown, after which I invited her to visit my place.

It was quite a visit.

Like I've stated before, we're both switches, my Queen and I. She has a habit of occasionally mentioning her fantasies to me, things she would like me sometimes do. I have tried to take her wished into account, even though being a dom isn't in my nature. However, I love my Queen and want very much for her to be happy.

When she was at my place one thing led to another and I ended up, on the spur of the moment, giving her a good domination session. During it I did most of the things she has mentioned recently. She was surprised to say the least, but then again, so was I.

The session started with me disrobing her as we were standing and kissing, which made her unbelievably wet. I proceeded masturbating her as she stood there. I did it almost against her will, which only seemed to add to her horniness. It didn't take long for her to cum, with her body almost completely limp, arms wrapped around my neck and me supporting her weight.

I continued the session by cuffing her hands and putting a nice, wide red leather collar I own on her, as well as pulling her around from it a bit. I also got to demonstrate my collection of clothespins for her, and put two of them on her beautiful tits. There was also a lot of ordering her around and generally me being "cruel" and "mean" to her. She seemed to love every minute of it.

All of this made her quite horny, and as we finally lay on the bed together, with her totally nude and hands cuffed behind her back, the two clothespins still on her tits, she said the clothespins alone almost made her orgasm. As I took them off and then started to lick her nipples lovingly she sounded as if she was going insane, and said my tongue had never felt like that.

I also found that being "mean" can be quite fun. After the first one was off and she were starting to sound... well, way too coherent, I snapped the other one off with her in the middle of a sentence, taking her quite off guard and making her scream out loud. "Did you do that on purpose?" she asked me after she had recovered, and I nodded. The smile she gave me could have melt mountains.

After the pins were off I started masturbating her with lots of lube, and managed to make her orgasm twice. The last one seemed to last several minutes. I must say it was very enjoyable, keeping the constant rhythm as I slid my fingers on her slick pussy, and listening her orgasm, over and over, and hearing her moaning and howling become more and more loud.   

Finally she had to literally beg me top stop, because she was so powerless and almost unable to speak.  All in all, I managed to make her orgasm five times that day. Afterwards the last one was the best orgasm of her entire life. I can't help but to feel a bit proud of myself.

I know this doesn't sound a weekend of a sub and his Mistress. Then again, my Queen has given me so much, being so cool about my need to submit to her, accepting the responsibility of controlling my orgasms, that I want to give something back in return.

I am also very happy about the fact that even though there was a lot of teasing involved, we never came close to a slip up. On several mornings my Queen teased me, sometimes even masturbated me properly, and made me very horny in mere minutes.

However, every time I realized I started to approach the danger zone I informed her about it immediately and she stopped what she was doing. We seem to be getting better and better at keeping me horny and frustrated, and I have a feeling my Queen starts to enjoy it more and more, as well.

At one point, during the weekend, when she was teasing me very expertly, I remember being quite incoherent and telling her that for me the most erotic feature in her is face. That sweet, innocent face, smiling so broadly and watching me writhe in frustration and sexual agony.   

I love her so.

19.8.2015

I have for some time now thought I should make a some sort of update, to explain a bit of my situation, and to clear up some questions people visiting my blog or Facebook page seem to have.

I'm in chastity. That means my Queen controls my orgasms. For almost a month now I have been on complete wank ban. That means I don't have permission to masturbate, edge, tease or touch myself in sexual way on my own. Nothing.

However, I am not "caged" and I do not wear a chastity belt. For me the main thrill is to stay chaste simply because I love my Queen, not because some piece of plastic or metal makes me do it. I could wank myself, but I do not, because I have made her a promise. Simple as that.

We have come to the conclusion the current arrangement suits us very well. I get constantly aroused by the fact I can't touch myself, and when we are together all attention my Queen gives mean so much more to me now. My Queen is in many ways the sole source of my enjoyment.

There is a lengthy history behind my chastity. The project begun way back in 2013, long before I had met my Queen. I had prior to that completed several chastity periods for various reasons, but it ended up being the longest, after the person in control lost interest in me.

In March of this year, when the day count was 500, I told about my project to my girlfriend, who was quite cool about the whole thing, and agreed taking the responsibility of controlling my orgasms from now on. Which my Queen has done, quite expertly.  

During the last few months I have had couple of slip-ups while edging. There were a few close calls, a couple of ruined orgasms, and two produced by my Queen. All of them however took after March, meaning I was completely chaste way over a year, and during the year 2013 I didn't have a single orgasm. I have had four "discharges" in 2014 so far. That's four ejaculations in 22 months.   

In any case, since my cum ban has now crumbled bit by bit, lately I made a decision to end it, retroactively. That means changing history so that every little slip-up I've had now count as orgasms. Meaning I have now had chastity periods lasting 7, 24, 497, 73 and 58 days. Currently the day count is at 17. 

However, even though I haven't been totally cum free during the last few months, November the first, 2013, still marks the last time I had last the possibility to masturbate and cum by my own hand simply because I was horny and wanted to. At the moment I hope I will never have that possibility again.

So no, even though we have dated for almost nine months now with my Queen, we haven't had sex. At least in terms of intercourse, that is. There are some medical concerns which I won't go into here, that have prevented us from doing so.

One issue that also comes up several times when talking to people is the fact I am impotent. There is no other way to put it, and I am quite comfortable using the term. It is caused at least partly by diabates.

I haven't been able to "get it up" way over a decade now, and my inability to perform more or less destroyed the sex life in my first relationship. My condition has also stopped me trying actively "to get some", so to speak, because I have considered there would be no point to it. 

I get hard on mornings, and sometimes when I'm with my Queen, but it never lasts more that a few minutes. Viagra doesn't help, but Caverject does. However the latter is a bit extreme option, as well as being rather expensive and so far I haven't had any need for stiff cock.

At some point, when the situation demands it, I will make a trip to the pharmacy, but like I said, so far there hasn't been a need for it. And no, even though we haven't had sex, my Queen doesn't have "another man on the side", nor is she interested in interracial stuff. That stuff is very unknown here, due to cultural differences.

Also, lately my Queen has become quite skillful teasing my limp cock, and I hope she will improve even more in the future. Also the fact that I am constantly horny and usually haven't had any kind of stimulation there for week or more, helps.

I have in turn become very good with my fingers and lately also with my tongue. I love to make my Queen orgasm, and I also encourage her to masturbate as much as she likes when we're not together. I have merely expressed a wish she informs me about her orgasms afterwards, since it is a great way to make more horny and frustrated.  

14.8.2015

Sometimes romance can be born out of very little things. And no, I am not referring to my penis this time.

A couple of days ago my Queen visited me briefly. She did it because she knew we couldn't see each other during the weekend, due to the fact I was going away for a few days. The briefness in turn was caused by her parents, who by the way have no idea about my existence, and who had decided they wanted to visit her daughter just that day.

Even though we had only few hours together, it is amazing how long it seemed, and how much we managed to do in that short time. There was some sort of... sweet desperation in it even, almost as if my ship sailed at dawn and we had no idea when we would see each other again.

The time seemed endless, when we both knew we had to take advantage of every moment. The amount of cuddling one can do in mere few hours is amazing.

We also ended up playing a bit with ice-cream, something we had talked about many times in the past. I just happened to have it in the fridge, and as I realized I had low blood sugar, I decided this would be an excellent time to hit two birds with one stone, so to say.

I admit had my reservations when it came to ice-cream play. I had tried it once, and truth to tell, it hadn't been that special. You put ice-cream on a person and lick it off, where's the big deal? But it seems everything is more fun with my Queen.

I think the main difference is that this time we both were open-minded and wanted to experiment, to see what it felt like. We were on a playful mood, and she watched me smiling, and looking incredibly beautiful, as I played with ice-cream on her breast.

Placing small amounts ice cream on the top on her breast and seeing the nipple stand erect, catching the ice-cream as it started to dribble, teasing her breast and the nipple sometimes with the spoon, sometimes with your tongue was more fun I could have ever imagined.

Finally, after I had teased her quite a long time, I licked the remaining ice-cream off her body. Her breast felt cold and slippery, but in a good way, and she said that after the cold ice-cream, my warm tongue had felt very nice as well.
When the play was over I licked her breast thoroughly clean, and even got a towel and dried it properly. She seemed to like that as well.

Like you most likely remember, during the last weekend the hadn't been any orgasming involved, thanks to mother nature. Since mother nature was now asleep, it was high time I gave my Queen a few orgasms. I suppose that was one of her reasons for visiting me.

During the afternoon gave her three orgasms, that last of which happened while I was giving her cunnilingus. That was the third time we got to do it, and according to her every one has been a better experience.

I am no novice when it comes to pussy licking, but it seems that even though you know the basics, every woman, and every pussy, is unique, with different preferences. In a way a pussy licker must study every woman as it were his first.

Before my Queen had to leave she even granted a wish of mine and gave me a bit of bladder torture. It just happened I had had a full bladder for some time, but keeping my Queen happy had kept me from going to toilet. When she sat on me and rocked herself slightly back and forth I hugged her backside and told her I must be the luckiest guy in the world.

Because I think I am.