Almost Like a Mini Femdom Session...

For a very long time now, my blog has carried on its header a quote from the D/s author Ms Rika (I must admit I don't think I have ever read one of her books and I'm not even sure where I saw this quote), which says 'There is nothing more attractive to a submissive man than a woman who demonstrates how confident she is in her sexuality and its effect on him'. I really couldn't put it any better myself, and though I've occasionally thought of refreshing the header with a new quote (since its been there so long now that I imagine it barely registers with my readers) I haven't found anything that would be an improvement.

This quote also lends itself to manipulation to highlight specific events, like perhaps 'There is nothing more attractive to a submissive chastity slave than a Mistress who edges him repeatedly and then wilfully ruins his orgasm'. The key word in that sentence obviously being 'wilfully'; there is a world of difference between accidentally edging too hard and being unable to hold back, and being purposely stroked over the edge, feeling the sensation deliberately removed and then helplessly watching your cum drip out of your cock and onto your stomach as your Mistress gently drags her nails up and down the sides of your throbbing cock. In this context, intent is everything.

And today, for the first time in a very long time, I felt that fantastic sensation and it was absolutely wonderful! I have missed it soooooooooo much. 

Regular readers will know we are aiming for a Femdom session every month again, and while we have managed four in a row (Feb-May) and we are still hopeful for next weekend (the last in June), so far this month we haven't managed to make it happen. Here in the UK this weekend it is hot. Mistress and I are not fans of heat at the best of times and hot weather definitely does not work well with PVC sheets and fetish wear... and because we didn't want to pin our hopes on a session this weekend we decided to get up early, shower and have some time together this morning before it got too hot and maybe repeat that tomorrow too (if we manage to sleep tonight of course).

As I'm writing this (at 1PM) it's apparently 29 degrees outside and it's bloody humid too!

Usually, as a matter of course, Mistress teases me after she has orgasmed, because of course... 'Women cum first'! Whilst I subscribe to that mantra on principle, I'll be the first to admit I also prefer it that way anyway, because it turns me on to make my Mistress cum and obviously I adore worshipping her delicious pussy so it puts me in a good, relaxed mindset. But with the way the weather is, it's actually better to switch it around because being wrapped between Mistress's sexy thighs is wonderful, but can also make me overheat and that doesn't help anything for either of of us.

So in the name of practicality we did exactly that and so earlier I found myself with my new Oxballs Cocksling (the one with the extended collar for the balls) fitted and eagerly kissing Mistress's soft lips as she teased me with her fingers. I was soon rock hard and she applied some lube before teasing me properly. It felt wonderful and after a while Mistress reached over to the nightstand (I thought she was just getting more lube) and then she started whipping my balls and cock with her mini cock whip.

It felt fantastic and my cock throbbed even harder (especially when Mistress started slapping my balls and verbally teasing me about how she likes doing it). To be honest I wasn't even really thinking about whether Mistress was going to let me cum or not, but when she asked me how many days it had been since I had cum I knew the answer (although I got it slightly wrong because I thought it was the 20th today and it's actually the 21st) and told her 75 days (actually 76, of course!). 

The funny thing is, I had thought that since that last explosive release I had accidentally ruined a couple, but according to the blog that was not the case.* Besides, if I had done that I would have been 'corrected' for it and that would also be on the blog, so it seems that I did go a full 76 days without any kind of release at all! No wonder there was quite a lot for Mistress to feed me today!

*You can see on the sidebar (if you're reading on a PC) that my last accidental ruin punishment was on the 4th of April, the same day that I was allowed to cum properly. Yes, I came twice that day, one accidental ruin, followed by a proper orgasm - a first for us! Can't believe it was that long ago though...

Mistress also asked me to remind her how long my longest period of chastity was and to be honest I couldn't accurately remember, but I told her it was about 120 days. Turns out it was actually 135 days which was way back in 2021. So I'm just over half way to repeating that... I wonder if that is Mistress R's intention? I kind of hope so, but I really hope she gives me plenty of deliberate ruins along the way too.

Also today, besides getting my balls whipped and slapped and a spectacular ruined orgasm, half way through Mistress slipped her sexy lace panties off and allowed me to worship her gorgeous ass. It's kind of an unwritten rule* that I'm not allowed to ask to worship Mistress's ass in the week leading up to our session and since we keep moving it back it's always the week leading up to the session! As you can imagine, that is a bit frustrating since I adore worshipping Mistress's gorgeous ass and I hope she didn't think my not asking was anything to do with a lack of enthusiasm on my part, because it certainly was not! 

*Unwritten rule? It's quite possible that it is a written rule, it's so long since we've looked at our chastity contract I honestly don't know what it says anymore. Maybe in future I will just ask anyway, cos I'm sure Mistress has no idea what it says either! 🤣

So, while there was no 'proper' Femdom Session today, there certainly were some elements of it and after all that I got to worship Mistress's beautiful pussy and make her cum too, which is always wonderful for me (Mistress has now had 25 orgasms since my last full orgasm back in April, I wonder how many she'll enjoy before she lets me cum properly again - I hope it's a lot!). 

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Several years ago the website Milovana launched a new editor for it's 'Webteases'. Me being me I resisted using it and kept on using the Flash one for as long as it was available, and thereafter stuck to using the Classic editor, which admittedly is very simple and can't be used to make mazes or anything, but it does work reliably and is simple to use. 

The other evening I decided to make a tease, mainly because it was hot and I couldn't concentrate on refining one of the six stories I have on the go. So I decided, maybe it was time to give the EOS editor a go. So I did, and within an hour or so I had made a simple tease that could equally have been made using the 'Classic' editor... but still, it worked and I had made it on the new editor, so maybe in future I could make more advanced teases again.

But then I tried to publish it and it told me there were five different errors in my tease that needed correcting. To be honest I didn't really understand the error messages, but someone in the forum told me that it probably means one of my timers was set without an 's' after the number so while the 'Preview' programme would assume it was a number of seconds it still needed to be corrected before it could be published.

Well I checked all the timers and they were all correct, and similarly the image that it said was wrong on page 2 was present and correct too. So I went back and the kind person on the forum said the error message might be pointing me to the wrong page. Brilliant! 

So I tried deleting the image and reuploading it, but nothing works and in the end I decided to try deleting all the pages to see what effect that would have on the error messages. None as it turned out. I ended up with just one page left and it was still telling me the timer on page 17 was wrong. Fabulous.

The issue for me here is that say you wrote a 200 page webtease and then you add page 201 and you get an error, if deleting that page doesn't clear the error then you are stuck and you've wasted an awful lot of time. So I won't be doing that. Instead I just redid my simple tease in the 'Classic' editor in no time at all and posted it to the website. 

It's doing pretty well, scoring 4.5/5 at the moment having had 6742 views. You can see the tease by clicking on the banner below.

Frustration (and not the good kind!)

I'm getting very frustrated with Blogger. The last few nights I have been slowly working on improving the look and usability of the blog, and in particular creating 'cards' for the 'Webtease' pages much like I've done with the 'Stories' pages. But of course, every time I take a step forward Blogger unpublishes the page because it thinks it's spam or some bullshit and then I have to request a review and eventually it goes back up behind a warning (even though literally the whole blog is behind a warning). 

Currently the page 'My Webteases' is offline and I don't know when or if they will let me put it back up. Fucking annoying. Honestly part of me wants to move the blog to a different host, but can I actually be bothered? Probably not... I think the glory days of this blog are behind us and I wonder how long it will be before Google decides to cleanse itself of all 'adult' content again. 

On a more positive note, my latest story (Mistress's Perfect Feet) is currently doing very well on Literotica, currently scoring 4.74 / 5, which means that at the moment it is my highest rated story on there! So that's good... and I just thought of another story (actually while I was lying in the dentist's chair having my teeth cleaned - how weird is that?) so I need to write some notes for that before I forget it.

Latest Story is Up on Literotica

Mistress's Perfect Feet has finally appeared on the Literotica site, and so far it has two votes (both 5 stars) so that's a good start... it also has one 'positive' comment from a regular reader - we'll see what happens as time goes on.

It's funny, when you go down to the bottom of the page to read the comments there's a section to the side (on a laptop) where it suggests 'other stories like this' and I saw one called 'Cruel to be Kind' that sounded interesting... until I clicked on it and realised that it was one of mine! 

It's a public holiday here in the UK today, later today Mistress and I will be doing another escape room, something we both enjoy quite a bit. Hopefully Mistress will also have another orgasm today, she's just about to start doing some exercise so no doubt she'll be coming downstairs in some tight fitting shorts anytime soon. 

Ideally I'd like to stay and watch and perhaps worship her ass in between sets, but I know that's not going to happen so I guess I better go and find something useful to do instead...

Some Random Sunday Thoughts...

I hope you all enjoyed my new story 'Mistress's Perfect Feet' that I posted on Friday; that was written a few weeks ago and then abandoned in the 'current writing' folder until I went back to it the other day. At the same time I realised I had pretty much completed another two or three stories that probably need very little work also, so hopefully they will be posted here soon too.

One of the stories I still have in the pending file is very long, I think it's 15,000 words or something and even though it was only a few weeks ago I can barely remember it - so that will be an interesting read for me. I suppose in the near future my writing will be rendered redumbnant, AI will write whatever story you like... as long as you don't mind revealing your fetishes to the tech giants. Presumably if you ask it to write something too risqué a platoon of Terminators will turn up at your house to take you away... oh what a wonderful future we have in store. 

Saying that I asked Chat GPT two questions last week and it got both of them wrong, so I'm not quite convinced these things are as clever as they say they are. Still I suppose they don't need to be, but if it can't even tell you how many r's are in strawberry (2 apparently - we argued about it for 20 minutes, and then when it finally agreed with me, I changed my mind and so did it!) then I'm not sure it should be put in charge of anything critical.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to another Femdom session next Sunday; hopefully I should have rid myself of the weight I gained on our holiday last week by then... it was bad! Very, very bad. Oh well, no more holidays until September so I should be able to make significant headway by then and I will try and not fuck up on that one.

Can you believe it's nearly June already, where the hell is this year going? 

This afternoon Mistress and I had a little fun-time, which included Mistress using her gorgeous feet to tease my cock. I really loved that. She paused for a moment to apply some more lube to my cock and I hoped she was going to resume using her feet but instead she went back to using her fingers instead, while teasing me about letting me cum on her feet and having me lick them clean. 

That never ever fails to get a reaction...

As if this wasn't enough she then looked down at me (she was sitting up beside me as she teased my cock) and said that what I really wanted was for her to ruin my orgasm onto her feet, which is 100% true and very hot to hear. Honestly, if she decided to only ever ruin me and never let me cum properly again, keeping me horny and desperate then I would be totally happy with that! Needless to say it wasn't too much longer before I reached my second edge and Mistress stopped touching me. Ah, such is the life of a chastity slave... at least I got to enjoy making her cum with my tongue earlier. :)

Mistress's Perfect Feet (Written May 2025)

My name is Rob and I was born, live and work in the UK. Most of my day to day work is office based, but occasionally I have to go out in a car somewhere and today was one of those days. I had 2-3 hours of driving to do, with only a couple of stops in between and as usual when I am driving, my unoccupied mind drifted to thinking about my gorgeous Mistress. I was already heading up the motorway when I started to think about her beautiful feet and the more I thought about them the more I felt my cock getting cramped in my underwear. Soon I was moving in my seat, trying to make room and the more aroused I became the more I thought about blowing my load all over those incredible, sexy feet and licking them clean. 

I was starting to feel very distracted and I really needed to touch my cock, but of course I’m not allowed to do that without Mistress’s approval... so either I needed to think about something else and hope the problem went away, or I needed to take drastic action and call my Mistress to ask for permission. This was something I had never done before and I wasn’t remotely sure that she would agree, but the situation was getting serious and I was in no state to drive safely. 

I decided to call Mistress on her mobile and she answered quickly. I knew she was working at home alone so I didn’t need to worry about anyone overhearing our conversation, but despite that it was still a little awkward at first. I didn’t really know how to bring the subject up, especially as I had never done this before and knew she would have no idea why I was really calling. However after a couple of minutes of small talk I eventually managed to spit it out and for a few seconds I was met with silence. 

Then I heard her laugh softly and she asked me where I was. I told her I was driving on the motorway and she said ‘Really… you’re driving but you’re so horny you called me to ask permission to touch yourself? How did you get so horny? What could you possibly be thinking about to get yourself so worked up?’

I told her I was thinking about her beautiful feet…

“Oh, really? You got this turned on just thinking about my feet?”

I told her I was thinking about cumming on them and licking them clean.

“Oh…. I see,” she laughed knowingly. “No wonder you’re so distracted then.”

Again the silence.

“So….” I prompted hopefully.

“Hmm,” she sighed thoughtfully. “Well, it’s intriguing that in all the time we’ve been doing this you’ve never once called me to ask for permission to touch your cock, so I can only assume this is what we might call a ‘genuine emergency’.”

“It is, I can hardly think straight to drive,” I pledged.

“Really…. what if you just rub your cock through your jeans, does that help?”

I dropped my hand down between my legs and gently rubbed my fingers against my aching cock, it felt amazing but I needed more, much more.

“That feels wonderful Mistress, but it’s not really ‘helping’… if anything it’s making things worse. Much worse.”

 

“Oh, okay… then you better stop,”

I whined in frustration, but obediently pulled my hand away.

“I think you should wait until you get home, you know it will be so much better don’t you?” 

“I know Mistress, and believe me I didn’t ring you lightly…”

“Hmm, I’m sure that’s true… and you better not make a habit of it either. But even so, I don’t like the idea of you touching your cock when I’m not there to supervise…”

“Please Mistress, “ I begged. “I’m so horny right now… I can’t even explain it. If you don’t give me permission I can’t promise I won’t do it anyway.”

“Really? Wow, that’s serious talk. Well you better know that if you were to deliberately touch your cock without permission you can expect an extremely harsh punishment.”

“I know Mistress and I really don’t want to do that, which is why I rang to ask.”

“Hmm, well… I guess at least you are trying to do the right thing. How long is it since I allowed you to cum?”

“It’s a little over a month Mistress.”

“Oh really, time flies doesn’t it?” she said with a tiny chuckle. “Okay… so how far is it to the next junction?”

“About eight miles I think.”

“Right then, I want you to get off at that junction and find somewhere to park. Don’t park anywhere there might be cameras. But don’t park in the middle of nowhere either, I want you to feel at least a little nervous that you might be seen. Call me back when you find somewhere and we’ll see how I feel then.”

I took the next junction and luckily saw a sign to a country park. I followed the signs and soon found myself in a fairly large but quite busy car park. I drove along the rows of cars and eventually spotted an overflow section with no cars in it. I drove to the far end of that and pulled into a space. Then thought better of it and turned the car around, at least then I’d be able to see anyone coming. I looked all around and there were no cameras as far as I could tell, but these days it was hard to be sure.

I turned off the car and tried to relax. I tapped my phone and waited for Mistress to answer… it rang, and rang and then went to voice mail. I tried again and it did the same. The third time I rang she answered.

“Are you still horny and desperate?” she said.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “Very.”

“I see. What a pity you aren’t here… I’ve just taken my socks off and I’m looking at my beautifully manicured toes. I bet you wish you could see them…”

I groaned into the phone.

“Of course if you were here… I’d probably let you lick and suck on each of my pretty toes while you played with your poor throbbing cock.”

“Oh God, yes…” I moaned.

“You better not be touching that cock without permission…”

“I’m not Mistress! I swear.”

“Okay… I believe you. But I find it hard to believe that you got this worked up just thinking about my feet. Beautiful as they are…”

“I swear Mistress, I was only thinking about your feet.”

“And licking your cum off them?”

“Well, yes Mistress… that too.”

“Wow… I mean obviously I know you love my feet, but I didn’t realise you could get this turned on just thinking about them.”

“I know Mistress, it confuses me too…”

“Rub yourself again slave.”

I reached down and gently started to tease my aching cock through my jeans.

“Thank you Mistress… that feels amazing,” I sighed.

“Does it? Does it feel like Heaven?”

“Yes Mistress...”

“But not as good as if it was me touching it I bet?”

“No Mistress, nowhere near that good.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want to wait until you get home? Because if we go much further that is going to be completely off the table.”

“I would love nothing more Mistress, but I genuinely don’t think I can. My balls are so full and I just feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Awww, what a pity I’m not there to slap some sense into them for you. Maybe you should try that… go on, give yourself a good few slaps and see if it helps.”

“I really don’t think…”

“I don’t care what you think slave, do as you’re told!”

“Yes Mistress.”

I slapped myself in the balls four or five times as she listened and encouraged me to do it harder.

“Come on, don’t hold back,” she ordered. “Make a fist and hit them hard for me.”

I did as she told me, but it certainly didn’t ‘help’ matters… if anything it made it a whole lot worse.

“Did that help?” she asked, trying not to laugh.

“Not really Mistress.”

“Oh well, it was worth a try…”

“Please Mistress… please let me touch my cock, I’m so horny I can’t think straight.”

“Hmm, very well slave, I think you have been very good calling me to ask permission… and I’m kind of proud of you for that. So yes, you may touch your cock now.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I sighed.

“Make sure you pull it right out in the open slave, don’t put your hand inside your pants, I want you exposed.”

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock and balls through the hole in my boxer shorts. It looked as hard as I had ever seen it and ready to blow at any moment.

“Now you can stroke it slave, gently… but don’t forget, you can’t cum unless I give you permission.”

“Thank you Mistress…”

I wrapped my fingers carefully around my cock and started to stroke it as gently as possible.

“It really is a shame you aren’t here you know, my feet are looking sooo good today… here let me send you a picture.”

My phone buzzed and I clicked on the message.

“Oh my God…” I breathed desperately.

“Last chance to stop slave… are you sure you don’t want to wait until you get home?”

“I can’t Mistress… I want to, but I can’t.”

“Awww, that’s such a shame. I would have let you kiss them all over and maybe I would have even let you cum on them too. Can you picture that slave, can you picture my pretty feet splattered with your  hot, creamy cum? I bet you can… it looks so good doesn’t it? Good enough to eat…”

“Yes Mistress…”

There was a moment’s silence and a small gasp then Mistress continued…

“I love this slave, I love that you are so horny right now just thinking about my beautiful feet… so horny that you don’t even think you can stop yourself. That’s so fucking hot. You’re making me very wet…”

Mistress went quiet again and I pictured her pulling her panties to one side and running her finger along her wet slit.

“Tell me something slave, if I asked you right now to choose one part of my body to cum on for the rest of your life and it meant you could never cum anywhere else, would it be my pretty feet?”

I hesitated for a second, but eventually admitted the truth.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Really? Wow... so if I asked you that question again and said that this time I meant it, would you still give me the same answer?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered nervously.

Mistress gave a small groan of pleasure…

“Really slave? You’d give up cumming on my delicious pussy, my ass, my sexy thighs… my breasts… just so you could cum on my perfect, pretty feet… forever?”

“Reluctantly… yes Mistress, if I absolutely had to. I love coming on all those places but I could never give up cumming on your beautiful feet.”

“Well don’t worry slave, I'm not going to tie you to that just yet. But next time I ask you might be the last time, so you better think about that and make sure you know what you’re saying. In the meantime, if I let you cum on my pretty feet then you know what you'd have to do don't you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And what is that… exactly? 

“I’d have to lick your beautiful feet clean Mistress.”

“That's right… and you’d love every mouthful wouldn’t you? In fact it wouldn’t be a case of ‘having to’ at all would it? You long to lick my cummy feet clean don't you?”

“Yes Mistress. I crave it so much…” I gasped.

Mistress chuckled quietly.

“That’s right, you wake up thinking about it, you go to sleep thinking about it and you daydream about it, isn't that right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You're a complete slut for my beautiful feet aren't you and you would do pretty much anything I asked to get what you want, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” I groaned.

“Mmm, so interesting slave… I really hope you don’t regret telling me that.”

My phone buzzed again and another photo of her gorgeous feet appeared.  

“Such a shame you didn’t stop when you had the chance slave… look at them, they’re crying out for a creamy load aren’t they?”

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw an older couple walking across the car park. They weren’t looking my way but it gave me quite a start and I realised the park was all around us and people could appear from all directions.

“What’s the matter slave, did someone see you?”

“No Mistress… but they made me jump.”

“Maybe we should cut to the chase then, before you get yourself in any trouble.”

I watched the older couple getting farther and farther away and relaxed a little bit. 

“I hope you’re still stroking slave… are you excited to be allowed to empty your poor denied balls?”

“Very, Mistress.”

“Well don’t get too excited slave, and make sure you tell me when you’re close.”

I stroked my cock a little harder and faster, my eyes glued to the photo of Mistress’s gorgeous feet shown on my phone. 

Suddenly the phone started to vibrate, unbeknown to me Mistress had ended our call and was now video calling me. I answered and was greeted by the sight of Mistress’s perfect feet in real time.

“Oh my poor slave, don’t you wish you were here…with me and my beautiful, sexy feet?”

“I do Mistress.”   

I saw Mistress’s long painted fingernails appear and her fingertips gently play with her feet.

“Are you getting close slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, because I have work to do and you need to get going as well… the thing is though slave, I really don’t feel good about letting you enjoy that orgasm you so desperately crave, not when you’re so far away from me. I feel like it would be setting a bad precedent… and so now you have to make a choice. Either you stop right now and put your cock away, or you stroke yourself to the edge, take your hand away as you start to cum and ruin your orgasm into your hand.”

“No please Mistress…”

“Those are your choices slave… of course you could always disobey me, but I really wouldn’t recommend it.”

Mistress allowed the silence to sit heavy on me, before she added.

“And honestly if you decide to stop now I will have to punish you anyway, for wasting my time… after all you told me you were truly ‘desperate’ to cum, so let’s see how desperate you really are slave. Either way, if I don’t see you ruin your orgasm and eat all that creamy cum then you can forget about cumming on my beautiful feet for at least three months.” 

The last part was like a dagger to my heart and she knew it.

“Move your phone so I can see,” she ordered. 

I turned the phone holder so that it pointed down at my groin, disappointed that I could no longer see her gorgeous feet on the screen. 

“Good, now push yourself over the edge for me. Ruin that orgasm you are so ‘desperate’ for and eat it up for me!”

As I got closer and closer my hand moved slower and my grip loosened, I was teetering on the edge now and I could already feel my balls starting to contract. My head felt like it would explode and I gave my cock three more super light strokes then watched as it started to spasm, nothing happened for a few seconds and then the first bead of cum appeared. I gasped in absolute frustration as I watched the cum start to flow freely, dripping down my cock and into the palm of my left hand.

“Yesssssss…” groaned Mistress. “Now get as much as you can into your mouth.”

I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked and licked it until it was clean. 

“Let me see.”

I moved the phone so that it was pointing up at me again and opened my mouth to show her the cum I had sucked up. 

“Very good,” she purred. “You have pleased me. In fact I am very wet now, and pretty close myself… I certainly can’t wait for you to get home so I will just have to finish myself off. I bet you’d love to watch that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh God yes Mistress…”

“Hahaha… I don’t think so slave, I’ve been more than kind enough to you today. You need to get cleaned up and get back on the road. And make sure you delete those pictures I sent you, I don’t want you getting tempted to touch yourself again.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said mournfully.

“It’s so nice to be able to touch myself whenever I want to…” she taunted. “Do you regret giving up your freedom to me slave?”

“No Mistress,” I said, honestly.

The image on the phone moved suddenly and now all I could see was the ceiling of our bedroom. Mistress had clearly laid the phone down on the bed as she turned her attention to her own needs. I listened carefully, Mistress was breathing heavily and I could hear a faint, rhythmic sound. Finally I heard her moan loudly and the phone jerked sharply then fell face down on the floor. 

As I heard Mistress orgasm my cock gave one final defiant pulse and a last trickle of cum slid down the side of my still hard cock and pooled at the base. Despite the fact that Mistress was no longer observing, I obediently scooped it up with my fingers and swallowed it, then waited for my cock to soften and my own breathing to return to normal before I returned to the road.

What a day this had been. While the tension in my balls had eased a little, I still couldn’t stop thinking about my gorgeous Mistress and how glorious it would have been to have been allowed to watch her cum. And honestly, that ruined orgasm didn’t really help much at all… I hadn’t been back on the road more than half an hour before my cock was throbbing hard again, aching for attention.

But I knew there was no way Mistress would let me touch it again, I would just have to try my best to think about something else…

$100 Light (Written May 2025)

This story was inspired by a video starring Marsha May which I saw years and years ago, the idea has been sitting in a folder ever since and I finally got around to writing it...

Doug hit the alarm clock harder than he intended and cursed as he heard it skid across the nightstand and fall onto the hard wooden floor with a ringing ‘clack’.

“Dammit!” he swore, as he reached down to retrieve it.

He checked the device was still working and then put it back in its rightful place, before swinging his legs out of the bed and making his way to the shower. The water was warm and soothing and he rested underneath it for longer than really necessary, enjoying the relaxing sensation as it cascaded down his neck and over his broad shoulders.

Once showered, Doug dressed and then patted his pockets.

“Hmm…”

He looked around the room, but his wallet was nowhere to be seen.

“Maybe I left it in the kitchen?” he muttered to himself.

As he walked across the landing he looked out of the large picture window. He paused for a moment, scanning the wide bay until he spotted what he was looking for, his 19 year old son Brandon. Brandon was an enthusiastic surfer and never failed to get up early if there was the sniff of catching a wave. Doug watched as his boy rode a crest skilfully, wincing as the wave began to break and Brandon’s board became unstable beneath him.

“Never knows when to bail that boy…” he muttered to himself.

Is 'Rekindling an Old Flame' really that bad?

I'm a little confused by the reaction to my story 'Rekindling an Old Flame' on Literotica. Leaving aside the comments (of which there were actually very few), the scores thus far have been a bit lowly. In fact the first part is my fifth worst scoring story on Literotica with a 3.71 / 5 score. Sure, objectively 3.7 / 5 isn't that bad, but relative to the other 46 stories I've put on there under the name Robert_Anthony, it's a pretty poor score. 

I must admit when I posted it I wasn't sure whether to post it under 'Fetish' or 'Loving Wives', but since 'Anna's Cuckold: Redux' was annihilated in 'LW' I decided to play safe and put it under 'Fetish'. When I saw the score I thought, well maybe it should have gone in 'Loving Wives' then? So I put part two in 'LW' and it currently has a score of 2.49 / 5. I mean, okay, part two isn't as good as part one, I'll agree with that... but it's vying with 'Anna's Cuckold: Redux' for the bottom of the pile and I think that's a bit harsh!

I wasn't as bothered with 'AC:R' because it was literally a very quick rework of an existing story that had a good rating (4.16 / 5) but I knew putting it in 'LW' was a risk and the comments lived up to expectations. Interestingly, I notice that my most read story 'Thirty Seven Days' (174,000 views on that one) is the third worst story in the votes, but the votes account for only about 0.5% of the views (951 votes)... so it's possible that if everyone voted that read it, it could be a different score entirely.

I did have a thought that maybe the fact that people expect a certain kind of story (Femdom / Chastity / Cuckold* etc) from me was part of the problem... but then my latest story ('$100 Light') which has just gone up on Literotica in the NC/Reluctance category has a score of 4.51 / 5, which I'm more than happy with (4.5+ means it gets a 'HOT' rating). So I really don't know why people don't like 'Rekindling an Old Flame'. But anyway, I wrote it for Mistress R and she liked it, so that's the main thing... 

*I suppose technically it is a cuckolding story, but not really. More of a cheating story, which is not the same thing.

'$100 Light' will be posted here in a few days (funnily enough, that one was written for Mistress R too, but she didn't like that one...) 

Rekindling an Old Flame - CH2 (Written May 2025)

 

Mandy didn’t get home until after midnight. She’d texted Bob as she left Ray’s apartment to say she would be late but there was no need to wait up; she knew her husband had an early start the next day and he really needed to get to sleep. 

The journey home had seemed endless and it gave her ample time to reflect on her behaviour and the risks she’d taken with her marriage. She knew it was stupid but she also knew she wanted to do it again. Sex with Bob was great, he was a considerate lover who always made sure she was satisfied (at least he always made sure she had an orgasm… which she now realised wasn’t quite the same thing), but how could he possibly compare to Ray? 

Even if by some miracle she told Bob the truth about what she really liked and he was game for it, could she really submit to someone she had so much history with as an equal? Besides, Bob had never shown the slightest sign of being in any way ‘dominant’, never mind the kind of dominant that she needed him to be.

She made a coffee and flicked through her phone, but nothing could distract her from thinking about Ray and how much she wanted him again. Deep down she knew it would end badly, she just hoped it didn’t destroy what she had with Bob in the process.

Mandy finished her coffee and had a quick shower in the downstairs en-suite; she really didn’t want to wake Bob and she thought for a moment about sleeping alone, but she knew Bob didn’t really like it when she did that and she also wanted to be close to him now.

It was well after 1AM when she finally climbed into their King sized bed, but she already knew she was going to struggle to sleep. Thankfully Bob was already out cold and as she lay there her thoughts drifted once again to Ray and THAT night in the pub.