FEMDOM SESSION: 21st September 2025

As you may remember, while I was preparing the room for our last Femdom Session back at the start of August, I was visited by the inspiration for what became 'Freshly Squeezed' (still currently my most highly rated story on Literotica). Unfortunately since then I seem to have gone off the boil story wise, I finished another one at the same time and then decided it wasn't right, but I haven't done anything with it since. Maybe I will find time in our upcoming week off work to do a little writing... we'll see.

No such inspiration this time... in fact it was another one of those 'wake up feeling stiff and tired and not sure if this is actually a good idea' kinda Sunday mornings. But thankfully we stuck it out (perhaps largely because we knew we didn't have the option to delay until next week) and I'm so, so glad we did because this session turned out way, way better than anticipated!

Now, a few days ago I had an accidental ruin while Mistress was teasing me... it was really odd and happened a good minute after she'd stopped stimulating me, but nevertheless a punishment was required for it and Mistress decided that she would deal with it in this session... and so that's what she did. 

Incidentally, I don't know why, but it sort of seemed like Mistress was a bit more... aggressive is far too strong a word, but a bit more 'edgy' this time around, and I really loved it.

I was kneeling blindfolded and so I didn't see Mistress pick up the clothes pegs from my nightstand when she went to pick up the paddle, whip and crop. I heard her throw the paddle on the end of the bed and then the next thing I knew Mistress was in front of me attaching the pegs to my nipples. Then she told me to get on all floors and before she commenced my punishment she made sure to tell me to remember what transpired so that I could enter it into her 'Book of Corrections'.

She started with five strokes of the whip, which weren't too bad... she followed that with five swats with the leather side of the paddle, that was a bit more painful, and then five strokes with the crop. And then another stroke just when I thought it was over. And then.... she picked up the paddle again and gave me five more whacks that were (I'm quite sure) the hardest strokes I've ever endured.

Well it was supposed to be a punishment after all... 

It was a bit of a shock, but honestly I think actually it was a very good thing because it totally snapped me out of my earlier malaise and brought my focus back to where it should be, on serving and worshipping my beautiful Mistress (of course)!

Having carried out my punishment Mistress turned me towards the bed and within a few seconds I was worshipping her gorgeous feet as she played with her glass dildo above me. Three or four times during the next ten minutes or so Mistress had me stop kissing her feet and had me suck on and lubricate the glass cock... one time noting how much she loved watching me suck on it while blindfolded (another little turn of the screw there, how exquisite).

As she toyed with her pussy, Mistress asked if I was still conflicted about whether I wanted to be allowed to cum or not. I told her that I had thought I just wanted to keep going and going and going, but then I remembered the wonderful orgasm I had back in April (just a few days after the start of our new Chastity Year) when Mistress sat next to me and jerked me off onto her gorgeous feet before making me lick them clean. That really was something special... 

Mistress mulled over this information, enquiring how many days we were up to now (167!) before telling me that she might let me cum today, or she might just ruin me... or she might just 'lock me back up' without any kind of release at all. After all, it's entirely her choice and (of course) because this was exactly what I had asked for.

I felt her pull her feet away and I waited for her to tell me to get on the bed, but then I felt her moving down the PVC sheet towards me and moments later she pulled my head down between her thighs and I heard her say 'tongue out'. I had forgotten that she had done this in the last session (IIRC) and I really loved this, and I particularly loved the contended little sigh she gave as my tongue moved between her legs too. 

Again, this really drew me into that wonderful submissive headspace and made me think how much I really love just being allowed to worship Mistress's gorgeous body. I really do wish sometimes she would just use me to please herself, I would love to worship her feet, pussy and ass and then be left 'locked'... that would be so hot. 

After a few moments of this Mistress pulled away again and then had me get on the bed. She had me fit a cockring and then tied me down on my back before immediately kneeling over me and sinking her delicious pussy down onto my face. I have always loved it when Mistress kneels over me like this and as I worshipped her with my tongue I could feel my cock getting harder and harder.

Mistress then stood over me and had me beg her to remove my blindfold. As ever she looked incredible, and wearing her short leather skirt and cupless PVC basque she looked every bit the Goddess she truly is. 

Mistress soon set about abusing my cock and balls with her hands and her cock whip, stroking me hard as she stood over me and teasing me relentlessly with the sight of her pussy and ass. Mistress knows all too well how much I crave to worship her gorgeous ass and she even gave my balls a few squeezes too, which I really liked a lot and which I've been hinting at for a long time. I think it will be easier for her when my balls are held tighter (like in the Oxballs ballstretcher, or the Cocksling with the extended collar), but I was just really happy that she finally gave it a go.

Mistress had also inserted the glass dildo with the ring on the end into my ass, which fell out several times as she teased and tormented me. However, this wasn't actually a terrible thing as it meant I got to feel it being shoved back inside my ass several times rather than it just sitting inside me - which is actually fairly ineffective after a while really (unless it's being used as a warm up for a strap on or something bigger).

Eventually after a few more minutes of teasing and face sitting, Mistress climbed off the bed and told me she was leaving me alone for a few minutes. She replaced the blindfold, re-pegged my nipples and then left me to stew for a while. When she came back she seemed to have refound the wonderful edginess she exhibited at the start of the session and immediately slapped the cock whip down onto my stomach and then roughly pulled the pegs off my nipples. Even though I was blindfolded I just knew she was loving how much I winced and flinched as she did that...

She removed my blindfold again to reveal that she had taken off her skirt and then told me she was going to untie me as it was now time for me to 'Worship her pussy until I made her cum!' 

I was more than keen and Mistress was already pretty turned on, but that was still no reason to rush it and I took my time bringing her closer and closer before eventually introducing my fingers, first to her pussy and then her ass. Mistress loves having her ass gently teased when I am going down on her and as you can probably imagine I absolutely LOVE being allowed to do that too! 

After Mistress came she told me to kneel up and then she stood on the bed in front of me before pulling my head between her legs and telling me to clean her. I licked up every delicious bit of pussy juice I could find, before she turned around and had me do the same again, which explicit instructions NOT to lick her ass without permission.

This done she ordered me back down onto my back and stood over me again, teasing me with the wonderful view of her pussy and ass. She asked me how much I wanted to be allowed to worship her ass and asked if I would give up being allowed to cum if she let me (definitely!), before stroking my cock and sinking down onto my face again.

I cannot tell you how much I adore worshipping Mistress's gorgeous ass. It is SO FUCKING HOT! I really hope some day Mistress will once again surprise me by having me do it outside of the bedroom it has been sooooooooo long (as you can see from the side panel, the last time was back in 2022!). 😢

Mistress allowed me to lick her gorgeous ass four times in all, originally it was three and then she allowed me to do it one more time... although of course that still wasn't enough for me; but I was still really grateful for what she allowed me.

After this I thought she would call the session, but she sat down on the bed between my legs (like last time when she rubbed her pussy against my tightly bound balls - that was awesome!) and placed her feet either side of my cock. She kept stroking me until I told her I was getting close. She continued and told me that she had decided that she was going to let me cum. At this point I still didn't know if she was going to keep stroking once I started to cum or not... and as the edge got even closer I warned her again and still she kept stroking.

She moved her right foot up towards my head and I kissed her toes as she stroked me until I finally reached the point of no return and I saw a rope of cum fly out across her left foot. Mistress kept going and as I imagined it might it quickly became very intense for me, but surprisingly very little cum was forthcoming. Sure it had been 167 days since my last full orgasm, but I actually had a ruined orgasm just a few days ago... even so it was surprising there wasn't more cum.

Mistress kept squeezing my now extremely sensitive cock, determined to get more cum that she could rub on her beautiful feet for me to clean (which of course I eagerly did). It was a wonderful way to end my longest ever spell in chastity, even if it wasn't quite as incredible as my previous full orgasm back in April (but then that was one of the best EVER in my opinion).

And so once again it transpired that the best thing to do, no matter how tired or achy you think you are, is get on with it, because once you're in the moment all that fades away and by the end of the session you'll feel amazing, which is exactly how we felt afterwards. 

So that's an astonishing seven Femdom sessions in eight months now. Wow, we really are smashing it this year aren't we! 😊

A Question from a Reader...

Today I received a question from a reader and I thought I would answer it in a post as it's a very good question and deserves a detailed reply. 

Jason B said: "I've been reading your blog for a long time, actually a very long time, maybe even since the start. And I've always wondered, deep down in your heart of hearts, do you wish you were properly caged? I know you've been doing this for over ten years so it must be working pretty well, but even so do you feel like you are missing out?"

First of all, thank you Jason for this intriguing question... this is a really hard one to answer and this is actually my third go at doing it! 

So, first of all, I think it would be odd if there wasn't a part of me that wanted to be 'properly' locked in a cage, wouldn't it? I mean, if you want 'orgasm control' as a lifestyle then that's pretty much the accepted way to achieve it isn't it? The cock is locked, the keyholder decides when and indeed 'if' the cock gets let out and while it is certainly possible to have a ruined orgasm in chastity, it's as good a method of control as you're going to get.

And you know, I'm well aware that being 'voluntarily' chaste is NOT 'the same' as being locked up. I know it isn't physically and perhaps even more importantly psychologically, it's world's apart. You only have to try on a chastity device for a few minutes to realise that it's a whole different ball game. Especially, if like me, you have a solid or opaque device which means that once inside you can't even see your cock. That's a real headfuck, believe me... and it must take quite a bit of getting used to honestly. 

So yes for sure I am not getting the 'full experience' and I totally accept that.

But, on the other hand, cages bring other issues and also part of the appeal of a cage is the whole fantasy element, the whole 'Mistress wearing the key around her neck as a constant reminder 24/7...'. I mean that's just chastity storytelling 101 isn't it? 

'The key to my cage glinting in the light as it dangles between her heavy breasts....' etc.

Yeah, sounds awesome. The thing is though, I really don't see that happening. If Mistress had me caged, I'd bet you a thousand pounds the key would either be lying in a drawer, stuck in a cupboard, or hanging on a hook somewhere; it certainly wouldn't be around her neck, because Mistress likes wearing nice necklaces and she wouldn't want a crappy looking key getting in the way. So that's that little fantasy shot to hell straight away...

And then there's the matter of late-night teasing... some of the best teasing I've ever had has occurred at 2:00AM when Mistress has been up late enjoying a glass or two of vino, do I honestly think she's going to come to bed and start fumbling around with a key to unlock me? No... I really don't. Too much hassle, especially at that time of night. Knowing my luck she'd give me the key and tell me to unlock myself... and by the time I had she'd probably have fallen asleep. 🤣🤣

So there are two very good reasons why I'm not sorry I'm not in a cage. There's also the difficulties of maintaining hygiene (especially as I am not circumcised) and possible discomfort/rashes etc to worry about. I know from reading chastity blogs that contrary to what you read in 'stories' most people who end up in long term chastity have to commit to a lot of trial and error (not to mention 'expense') to find a device that really works for them and I feel like you've really got to want to do that (and just as importantly I feel like your partner has really got to want you to do that too). 

I must admit the last time I tried my CB3000 on it seemed to fit better than it had before, probably because of the weight I've lost... but it's still not something I would consider suitable for long term wear. I think you'd pretty much have to take it off every day to shower and that to me kind of defeats the whole point of having it, because you're still essentially being 'trusted' not to jerk off in the shower aren't you? 

Sure, there are many who have bespoke metal cages (which by nature are more open, leaving room for cleaning etc) and it certainly works for them, but I think a big part of that is how invested their partners are in them having a cage. If you have a Mistress/keyholder who loves the idea of having the power to lock/unlock you then that's a great start. That kind of keyholder is going to be the one that enjoys wearing the key round her neck and dangling it in your face at every opportunity.... but if your partner is less than enthused in the first place then it's probably never going to work, even if you really want it to. I'm pretty sure the first time I got a rash or woke up in the night with a painful erection, Mistress would just declare it too much hassle and that would be the end of that.

But sure yeah... when I read (or write) chastity stories where devices are used of course I fantasize about being locked in a cage, especially stories where the keyholder cruelly fits the 'points of intrigue'... and I guess it would be okay to wear it for a few hours or something, maybe if Mistress was going out and she wanted me to be constantly thinking about her the whole evening. 😏

But ultimately Mistress R was never keen on the idea so we found our own path and clearly it works for us (and has for over fourteen years now). I'm sure our way wouldn't work for everyone and that's fair enough. I guess if anything the thing I do feel like we miss out on a bit is the power-play of it, as I do feel like me being actually 'caged' would make Mistress feel more 'powerful' and thus perhaps more likely to be more self-centred in the bedroom (since inevitably part of the 'game' of being caged is whether you get 'let out' or not). But there you are... 

So Jason, the answer is probably, yes of course, but.... maybe in reality no. 

162 Days and Still Counting...

Like last month, September got off to a bit of a slow start, but hopefully like last month we will be able to make up for lost time and maybe even get Mistress into double figures again by the 30th. That would be nice, but even an 8 or a 9 would be a valiant effort. 

Last week I took a couple of days off to redecorate our stairs and landing. Two days was barely enough time really, but I couldn't take the Friday off so it just had to get done. That meant fairly long days and then following that the inevitable backache...

Thankfully by Saturday things were sorted (although I was still quite worn out) and Mistress and I enjoyed some time in bed, with Mistress enjoying her third orgasm of the month before giving me the most wonderful teasing imaginable. This actually culminated in an intensely frustrating ruined orgasm for me, falling as it did on the 160th day since my last full orgasm (way back on the 6th April 2025). 

I don't know, it almost already feels like that date is becoming a landmark in my mind... could it be the date of my last full orgasm? Well, I don't know about that... as much as I would kinda like it to be, I have to keep reminding myself that nothing has really changed and it simply isn't up to me, just as it hasn't been up to me for the last fourteen years.

Mistress may decide to keep this going for another week, another month, another year... but she will still always have the power to bring it to an end whenever she pleases. Oddly it already feels like something she could 'threaten' me with... which is a peculiar state of affairs to be sure. I never considered that one day I would be kind of dreading being allowed to cum properly...

Anyway, later on Saturday evening I went to bed first and when Mistress came to bed sometime later I was still awake. Mistress eagerly reached for my cock and proceeded to give me even more wonderful teasing. Having already ruined that day and been fed my cum by Mistress it surprised me how horny and desperate to cum I still felt... which is exactly how a ruined orgasm should leave me after all.

The next morning when I woke up Mistress was already out of bed and dressed, she was wearing black jeans and a black long sleeve T-shirt but she still looked as sexy as fuck and my cock was fairly hard again... I thought I was pushing it a bit asking if I could touch my cock, but Mistress lay on the bed next to me and said I could touch it for two minutes.

It was a very hot CFNM scene, which I found surprisingly erotic - I'd definitely enjoy more like that. I cuddled against Mistress and kissed her gorgeous breasts through her T-shirt as I stroked my cock, but all too soon Mistress called time and told me it was time to get up. 

Both of us were pretty tired (perhaps our late night), and our plan to return to bed in the afternoon came to nothing (we had already moved our Femdom Session from this day back until next Sunday) but thankfully on Monday night Mistress got her 4th orgasm of the month. It was a really nice one and she tasted amazing as always.

As I gently kissed her feet afterwards, I somehow got the feeling that maybe this was to be the first night when Mistress decided not to 'unlock' me. I don't know why I thought that really, and it turned out to be wrong in the end, it was after all 'just a feeling'. But instead Mistress grabbed the lube out of her bedside drawer and with a little prompting from me told me that I was indeed to be 'unlocked'.

It's not that I don't want to to be teased, of course I do... and Mistress teased me wonderfully well and brought me extremely close to another ruin before calling time, but I'd still like her to have that power to decide if I get teased or not and for me to feel uncertain about whether it will happen or not each time...

Once she told me I was to be 'unlocked' I grabbed the Oxballs with the built in ballstretcher and put it on. I've been sticking to the basic (X-act fit) cock ring of late to so I'd slightly forgotten how much the Oxballs pulls on my balls and holds them tight, making Mistress's ball smacks that much harder to take!

I still enjoyed the pain though, even as I was flinching and wincing (which I'm sure Mistress enjoyed immensely) and Mistress also used her nails to inflict even more suffering on my poor, tightly bound cock, even after she'd edged me very hard. 

Mmmmm, what a truly gorgeous and magnificent Mistress I have! I truly loved every second of my 'suffering'.

It's funny, I thought the ruined orgasm I had on Saturday might take the edge off a bit, but it doesn't seem to have done much at all. I still feel desperate to cum, albeit deep down I really just want Mistress to ruin me again. But that's not up to me of course... so we will just have to wait and see what transpires, won't we?

This is So Much Better Than Cumming...!

Over the last few weeks I've been copying and pasting pretty much every post from this blog onto Word documents (and then PDFs) to safeguard against any future problems with Google/Blogger and/or the UK Government's policy on porn. So far it seems that everything has quietened down but I don't want to risk my blog being removed without notice and losing it all. Yes I have backed it up, but even so... where will I be able to restore it and do I really want the hassle?

Now obviously a lot of this is very old and it does make me smile when I read about things like my first 'cum free calendar month', being that I haven't come since April 6th 2025 and all... LOL.

I only have two more years left to copy (honestly, it's been a lot more work than anticipated, I've been doing about one year per week...) but my intention is maybe to read it all the way through from the start once it's been completed. But obviously as I've been going through it some parts have caught my eye, such as this excerpt taken from the blog in May 2012...

Tuesday 12th May 2012

"Do you need to stop... or is it already too late?" Asked Mistress R.

I continued on a little while longer, not wanting to give in, but Mistress placed her hands on my chest and pushed my back, my signal that it's time to stop. She didn't look upset that I hadn't been able to continue longer, more amused that I was struggling so hard not to cum.

After I had made her cum with my tongue we lay in bed together and she started stroking my cock again as we talked. Soon I was rock hard again and I said to her "This is so much better than cumming."

Mistress raised her eyebrows and said 'Better?'...

I confirmed that that was indeed what I had said.

"But you wouldn't never want to cum again though would you?"

I thought for a moment, as my cock throbbed even harder...

"No, possibly not." I eventually said. This last orgasm may have been a bit too intense to be pleasurable, but I'm not quite ready to give up on the idea altogether just yet. But like I said in my last post, I have to admit that these days being left denied and throbbing gives me more pleasure overall than being allowed to cum. Which is weird. Isn't it?

It's funny how much has changed over the last ten plus years, but also how much hasn't. Even then it seems I was keener on staying denied, even if I wasn't quite yet ready to give up being allowed to cum altogether. I find it interesting that in this instance it was Mistress who brought the idea of permanent denial up, though I'm sure she wouldn't think of it in those terms. 

Punishment Time Again

As I mentioned recently I've been waking up very hard a lot lately... so I guess it was inevitable that sooner or later I would succumb to temptation and one morning last week I did in fact touch my cock for maybe 30-60 seconds before I got up to go to work. It wasn't like hard stroking or anything, just lightly touching my cock with my fingers and enjoying the sensation of being rock hard and aching to cum.

Anyway, on Thursday Mistress and I got together and so I wrote down my transgression in her little book of corrections, actually kind of thinking it wasn't that serious. I mean the previous entry in the book had been for two instances of stroking plus several minor infractions, and that garnered me 7 strokes each of the paddle and the crop. This time I thought probably the paddle would suffice. In fact... I even wondered if Mistress might say it wasn't worth punishing me for such a minor offence...

However, I'm very pleased to say that Mistress didn't say that at all. In fact as soon as she saw the book open by the bedside she told me to get the crop for her! She then dealt me six pretty stingy blows with the paddle and 6 fairly light hits with the crop. I mean they still hurt a bit, but actually the paddle was worse and I was curling my toes between blows which seemed to amuse Mistress quite a bit!

Honestly on the one hand I felt I had been treated a little harshly in comparison to the previous time, but at the same time I was really, really pleased that Mistress didn't let me 'get away with it'; in the past this was always kind of what I feared - that we would agree rules and then Mistress wouldn't punish me if I broke them. It's really heartening to feel like Mistress is more in control now and she will punish me when I deserve it. 🧡

To be fair to Mistress, we never set any definite punishments, it was always up to Mistress to decide based on what I did and how long it had been since the previous offence. But it definitely feels better to feel like I've been punished a little harshly than not at all and wondering why I bother trying to stick to the rules.  

My latest story 'Freshly Squeezed' is still doing well, with a score of 4.69/5.0 on Literotica currently., which makes it my highest scoring story so far. I mean, I'm sure it will gradually slip - they all seem to start off with 5's and slowly slip down the order. I just hope it stays above 4.5 and keeps it's 'HOT' rating. I've also had three very positive comments, which is always welcome. 

I haven't had a chance to look at the other story again, or any of the myriad others I have on the go... Mistress and I were out all day yesterday and we ended up going to bed extremely late this morning, so today has been a bit of a write off to be honest. 

Freshly Squeezed (written September 2025)

I’ve been dating my girlfriend Jo for a few months now and it’s been going great, but recently I’ve noticed she’s become more dominant towards me. Not that I’m complaining you understand, it’s definitely a turn on for me… I’ve just never had a dominant girlfriend before and it’s all a bit new and strange. Exciting, but ‘different’.

I met Jo at the Judo club we both frequent. When I first joined I immediately noticed her, she is half Japanese, pretty small but super tough and so sexy with it. She had already achieved a brown belt before I even started and she’s also nearly two years older than me which made her very intimidating.

I became quietly obsessed with her and would always watch her when she was practicing or fighting. One thing about Judo is that obviously you can see a girls feet when they fight, which I always really liked… and Jo had really pretty feet and her nails were always perfectly painted red. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about those gorgeous feet before I started dating her, but it was a lot…

Eventually Jo noticed me watching her and one day she decided to talk to me, which is just as well because I don’t really think I would ever have had the balls to approach her. We hit it off straight away and within a few weeks went on a date. I was a complete bag of nerves, but we had a great time together. After that we were pretty much inseparable.

As you can imagine though, with two martial arts freaks dating… it can be intense. She loves to sneak up on me and grab me from behind or challenge me to arm wrestle her. I mean, the truth is she could easily kick my ass if she wanted to… I’m enthusiastic about the Judo, but Jo takes it very seriously and her fitness is next level compared to mine. I just can’t keep up with her.

One night I was at her flat when she told me she wanted to ask me some questions… I said, “Okay”. 

“But not here…” she said.

She got up and I followed her into her bedroom where she slipped off her joggers, got on the bed and leant back against the headboard. 

“Strip and lie on the bed with your head down there,” she said, pointing to the bottom of the bed.

I nervously stripped off my T-shirt and shorts and jumped onto the bed… it never entered my head to object or resist, if anything it felt very exciting and I was eager to do what she wanted.

“On your back,” she ordered.

Once I was there, with my legs bent up and over hers, she reached forward and started to play with my cock and balls. We’d had sex a few times already and it had been great, albeit she definitely liked to go on top. Again, I’m not complaining, I’m just used to girls being more passive in bed… and Jo was anything but passive.

“Now,” she said, once my cock was hard and aching for attention. “I’m going to ask you some questions, which I’m sure you’re going to answer truthfully… but if for some reason I think you’re lying or if I don’t like the answer you give me then I’m going to squeeze your balls, okay?”

“Huh?” I said, lifting my head to look at her.

She smiled at me wickedly.

“It’s okay, I know you don’t want that, so answer truthfully and everything will be fine.”

Her fingers felt so damned good pumping my cock that I probably would have let her do whatever she wanted anyway, and I really had nothing to hide, so…

“Okay, first question. How many partners have you had before me? You told me eight, but I think that’s a lie… isn’t it?”

“Fuck”, I thought to myself. It was a lie.

“Truthfully…. three.” I said calmly.

“I see,” said Jo. “So why did you tell me eight?”

“Because…. well, you’re a bit older than me so I felt a bit, like… I didn’t want you to think I was inexperienced or too young for you.”

Jo’s fingers continued to slowly stroke my cock.

“Okay, I can understand that,” she said. “But… you lied to me, and I can’t let that go, can I?”

I looked at my gorgeous girlfriend, she looked amazing…. so pretty and sweet. She was wearing her favourite T-shirt with Manga characters on it, and her shoulder length black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked adorable and honestly I would have let her do whatever she wanted to me… 

“I guess not,” I admitted and waited for the punishment to begin.

I thought she would slap my balls or something, but instead she took both hands and put them round my balls, pulling them away from my body and then slowly but surely applying pressure through her palms. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was an intense feeling and bizarrely as soon as she let go I wanted her to do it again, but harder.

I groaned softly and Jo picked up on it…

“Oh you like that do you? Most guys hate it when I do that to them… that’s really hot. I love squeezing guy’s balls, especially if they can take it really hard.”

Jo let go of my balls and started to stroke my cock again, it was much harder than it had been before and we both noticed.

“Look how hard your cock is now, you fucking loved that didn’t you?”

“Yes…. actually I did!”

“You’re making my pussy very wet….”

“Good,” I chuckled.

Jo slapped her hand hard across my cock.

“Oww!” I cried out… it wasn’t painful, I just wasn’t expecting it!

“Next question,” she spat. “Have you ever fantasized about me fucking anyone else?”

“What? No! Of course not…” 

Jo stroked me harder… 

“Oh really, you never fantasised about watching me getting railed by a bunch of big-dicked guys or anything?”

“No…” I spluttered. “I really haven’t. Why would I… I want you all to myself.”

“Good, I’m pleased to hear it. And for the record I want you for myself too. But if you ever cheat on me I will kick you so fucking hard… they’ll have to dig your balls out of your stomach.”

“Okay… okay, well don’t worry I’m really not the cheating kind.”

Jo stroked me some more and then spat on my cock before holding it at the base and twisting her other hand around the head.

I started to pump my hips and Jo gave me another hard slap to the cock.

“Don’t even think about cumming yet, I have a lot more questions for you.”

I groaned in frustration.

“What was the first thing that you noticed about me… or what made you want to start sitting and watching me like a little stalker?”

‘Oh fuck’, I thought.

“Errr…. do you really want me to be honest?”

“No I want you to lie so I can squeeze your balls….”

I chuckled and closed my eyes…. Fuck!

“Okay, well, if you really want me to be honest… then I’d say it was your feet. You have VERY pretty feet.”

Jo stopped stroking and closed her hands around my balls again.

“I’m telling the truth,” I pleaded.

“Don’t believe you,” she replied, her palms already coming together and crushing my two orbs against each other.

“Oooofff,” I winced as she applied even more pressure than the first time. It kinda hurt, but not in a bad way and my cock was like granite when she let go again.

Jo leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock for a few seconds, swirling her tongue around the head. Then she sat up again and licked her lips.

“I love sucking your cock,” she said. “especially when it’s really fucking hard like that. It’s so HOT.”

She grasped my meat lightly and gave me the slowest, lightest strokes imaginable, her fingers gliding up and down my shaft. It felt amazing but also slightly maddening.

“So you’re a foot boi are you?” she said. “That’s interesting… I never realised. So what… do you think about my feet when you’re jerking off?”

“Well…actually, yeah I have.”

“Reeeeeally….” she smiled, “…what do you think about doing to them?”

“Kissing them, licking them… sucking on your toes.”

Jo smiled at me now, jerking my cock firmly. 

“Anything else?”

“Like what…?”

“Like… have you ever fantasized about shooting your load all over my pretty feet perhaps?”

I looked away, taken off guard by her question. 

“Umm…”

Jo let go of my cock and quickly grabbed hold of my balls again, squeezing them tightly until it started to ache.

“Yes… yes, okay I did…” I squealed.

Jo let go and curled her fingers around my cock again.

“It’s so funny, every time I do that your cock gets harder and harder… I think if I squeeze hard enough you’ll just explode.”

I moaned as she stroked and taunted me.

“But not yet! Not until I say, understand…”

“Yes… okay. I’ll try and hold back.”

I felt her left hand slap down onto my balls.

“Owww!” I cried, bending at the waist with the shock. 

“NO, you WILL hold back. Won’t you?”

Jo slowed down her stroking and released her grip significantly.

“Yes, yes… okay, yes. Whatever you say.”

Jo smiled, how could she look so sweet and cute and at the same time be so dominant and sexy?

“So…. when you fantasized about cumming on my feet, was that it… or did anything else happen?”

Fuck, why did she have to keep asking these questions.

“Umm….”

“Tell me,” she warned, “you know I’m gonna get the truth out of you one way or another.”

“Okay! Okay…. Yes, I… er….”

Try as I might I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what I had done in my fantasy. Thus far into the relationship I had done my best to maintain the illusion that I was pretty vanilla, afraid that if I exposed my kinky nature she would run away and probably tell all the guys at the Judo gym into the bargain.

Jo stopped stroking, her hands moving down between my legs and wrapping themselves tightly around my ballsack.

“5…4…3…2…”

“Okay, okay… I fantasized about… about….”

I felt Jo’s palms pressing together hard and I heard my tone rise slightly as I blurted out my secret.

“That you made me lick them clean!”

As soon as the words left my lips I cringed inside and closed my eyes, waiting for everything to come crashing down. I felt Jo release my balls… and exhale loudly. Why did she have to do this, everything was going so well with us and now she’d ruined it.

Finally Jo spoke… 

“Is that something you want to do for real?” she asked.

I honestly wasn’t expecting her to say that and my mind raced, trying to work out the best answer to give to prevent the imminent implosion of our budding relationship. The seconds ticked by until Jo gently took hold of my cock again and started to stroke it.

“Okay, well I think we can assume from that pause that you do…”

I screwed my eyes up tight, wishing we could just go back to pretending I was ‘normal’, but the cat was out of the bag now…. and yet she was still stroking me, 

Jo fired her next question at me.

“Have you ever fantasized about being sissified?”

“NO!” I answered. “Definitely not…”

“Really… you’ve never wanted to be dressed up like a girl and fucked in the ass with a strap-on?”

“No,” I assured her. “I swear…”

Jo continued to softly stroke me.

“Good, because I don’t want a girly-boy for a boyfriend… although I would love to fuck you in the ass and make you my bitch!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Will you do that for me? If I want to… will you let me fuck your asshole?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything you want…”

“Ooooh…. really, that’s SO fucking hot. You know I’m going to fuck you hard don’t you? You know I’m not gonna stop until you beg… God I’m so fucking wet right now.”

I felt Jo pulling her legs out from under mine and then her feet appeared by my head.

“Kiss them,” she said.

I craned my neck up so that I could reach and started to gently pepper her soles and toes with light kisses.

“That’s nice… I think you will be a good foot boi for me.”

She pulled her feet back and then climbed up on top of me. She reached down and pulled her red panties to one side and then gripped my aching cock. She rubbed the tip against her wet lips and then slowly but firmly pressed herself down onto it. 

Jo’s pussy is definitely the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked and it took every ounce of willpower not to erupt inside her as soon as I felt her wet pussy touch my balls. 

“Fuck!” I groaned loudly.  

“Yes,” smiled Jo, lifting up her T-shirt to expose her toned stomach and gorgeous little tits. “Fuck me. Shoot your cum in me… fill me up. You don’t need to hold back now, don’t try and make it last, just shoot it deep inside my hot, wet pussy… DO IT NOW!”

Jo started to ride me and despite what she said within a minute I was instinctively trying to hold back. 

“I’m gonna…” I panted.

“Yes, shoot it in me… give me everything you’ve got.”

“I’m gonna…” I repeated, my legs starting to tense up as my balls contracted hard.

Jo slammed her cunt down onto me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I bucked beneath her and shot my load deep into her sodden pussy.

“Yes…” she moaned, leaning down to kiss me hard as her pussy continued to suck every last drop of cum out of my balls.

We kissed passionately for a minute or two before she pulled away and lifted herself off my cock. I watched as she put her hand between her legs and quickly scooted up my body until her legs were either side of my head. She took her hand away and once again pulled her (now very messy) panties aside and I could already see my cum starting to drip out of her beautifully smooth pussy.

Without a word, Jo sank down onto my face and I felt her sticky cunt rubbing against my lips.

“Clean me,” she ordered, grinding herself against my mouth. 

I cautiously stuck out my tongue and tasted our combined juices for the first time. I felt almost dizzy with lust for her and soon I was eagerly pressing my tongue between her lips, trying to search out more of the delicious mixture… this was easily the hottest thing I had ever done and if I was ‘curious’ before, now I was well and truly hooked.

Jo moaned above me as she watched me cleaning her used pussy. She dug a finger into her slit and a fresh stream of cum and pussy juice trickled out of her stretched out hole. I swallowed it and stuck my tongue out again, desperate to catch every last drop.

Eventually she lifted off me and slid back until her pussy was resting on my spent cock.

“You fucking LOVE that don’t you?” Jo said, looking down at me with her eyes full of wonder.

I could only nod.

“Good because in future whenever I want you to clean me up, you will… won’t you?”

“Yes,” I offered meekly.

Jo looked so happy in that moment, it was almost like she was holding back tears. She bent down and nuzzled against my neck, her mouth close to my ear.

“I love you,” she said. It was the first time either of us had said it and it couldn’t have been better timed.

“I love you too,” I replied sincerely.

Our lips met again and we kissed a while before Jo slid down the bed and sucked me hard again, then she flipped around so that her pussy was right over my face. By this time she had pulled her red panties off and I buried my tongue in her delicious pussy while she sucked me enthusiastically.

As I licked her I used my fingers to tease her ass and she eventually exploded on my tongue. She briefly let go of my cock, moaning and clenching her thighs as she came. Then she grabbed my cock and pumped and sucked until I emptied what little cum I had left in my balls down her throat. 

One Hundred and Fifty Days in Chastity

The other day (I (think) I mentioned that I'm really not hung up on 'records' as such, like I'm not aiming for any particular number of days in chastity or anything. But I still couldn't really let today pass without noting that I had reached a new record of 150 days without a proper orgasm. Of course every day is a new record now, since I've never, ever gone this long before... and on Sunday when she'd finished teasing me, Mistress asked how many days it had been and when I told her it was 148 days she said 'Now you're locked back up... maybe for another 148 days!'.

She didn't mean I was 'locked up' for another 148 days, she was inferring that she might not let me cum for another 148 days, but even then she quickly clarified that she was only joking and that she wasn't committing herself one way or another. This is perfect, because the more I think about it the more I see the flaw in the idea of committing to 'permanent' chastity.... for one thing, it takes away some of Mistress's control (after all she can easily enforce 'permanent' chastity simply by not allowing me to cum, she doesn't need to commit to it or actually say anything), and while it's hot to think about that kind of thing, and while I hope she does keep me denied for a VERY long time (even permanently) I still want there to be uncertainty when she edges me. I still want the possibility of a real orgasm to be there, even if I don't actually want it to happen.

Read that again, what a bizarre statement? 🤣 

Why? Because more than ever I am reluctant to return to zero. Every morning I wake up rock hard and aching for attention (which is a challenge in itself since I am not allowed to touch my cock without permission) but I love it. Still, as we know, it simply isn't up to me and whatever I may want Mistress will decide when and if I eventually have a proper orgasm or not - which is exactly the way it should be. 

Last night Mistress read one of my stories and gave me some corrections to apply. I was far too tired last night to concentrate on doing it and I probably won't get it done tonight either, but it will be coming soon. The other story I'm still not quite satisfied with, so it may need more work before it's ready to be published. At the moment it seems to be a bit disjointed and contradictory. Hopefully I will get time to sort it some time, though I'm not quite sure when as we have a busy Saturday ahead of us this weekend.