A New Metal Device

I've been wanting to try a metal cock cage for quite a while. I hear positive reviews of Mature Metal's devices, but am not quite ready to spend that amount of money, only to find out that metal doesn't suite me.  I found this one recently and ordered it:

Lock the Cock / Rings of Abstinence

It arrived yesterday, and I immediately washed and put it on.  When my lady arrived for dinner, I showed it to her.  She's concerned that it's too small, because my cock was pretty well filling it up. I told her that's because of the circumstance, me standing naked in front of her, she holding my cock and balls in her hand. Yeah, that sort of makes me aroused.  :-) 

First impressions:

1. Quality. You get what you pay for.  I know that.  The finish is ok, but not well polished. Still, I think it'll be good enough to experiment with, which was my objective.
2. Weight. Obviously, metal is going to be heavier.  This one has fairly thick pieces, so I think it's heavier than it probably needs to be.
3. It's trickier to put on than the Holy Trainer.  You have to be careful not to pinch your skin in between the metal stabilizer pins and their holes. Ouch!
4. It's also a bit harder to slide into. I use a bit of hand lotion, and my HT pretty much goes right on.  This, because of its open spaces, take a little more manipulation
5. Size. I got the largest ring, and that part feels ok. The cage itself only comes in one diameter, and it is a bit small for me.

I wore it for several hours last evening, and there are no indications of irritation.  I'm going to wear it for a longer period today and see how it does.

Thanks for reading.

Jen

Jennifer Sort of Makes an Appearance

I slept at my lady's house over the weekend. It was after our little adventure that I described in my last post.  After she left to tend to things at her house, I started taking care of my tasks at my own place before heading over. As I prepared to go, I decided to wear only ladies' clothing.  Ladies' collared shirt (buttons on the other side), panties (all I wear, anyway), jeans, socks and sneakers.  All the externals would pass without a second glance in public 99% of the time. I know, because I frequently dress that way when I go out to run errands.  I don't look feminine, mind you.  No make-up, wig, or jewelry, just a guy proving that hardly anyone looks closely at you anymore. They're all pre-occupied with their phones.  

Anyway, I decided to be bold, and brought only a chemise, panties and a ladies short grey robe for the morning.  The chemise is my nicest one, and my lady has seen it before,  It's from Macy's, the Jenni brand. I don't think they sell that particular style anymore, but I found this image of it.

I didn't sleep well, so I went to her guest bedroom to finish out the night. I awoke later than her, and boldly donned the chemise, panties and robe, and padded into the kitchen to kiss her good morning and have coffee.  

Let me just say, she's amazing. We hugged and kissed, and sat down to enjoy our coffee.  I looked at her, bared my shoulder to show the strap and said something like, 

I thought I'd wear this, is that ok?

I noticed it when you first came down. Yes, it's ok.  Does it make you feel good?

Yes, it does. 

My eyes welled up.  She saw that, stood, came over and hugged me. She said,

I love all of  you.  I want you to be happy.

I kissed her, and I cried.  For years, I've been guilt-ridden by my longing for woman's clothes, and femininity in general. I've lost so much - a marriage, friends, family.  And here is this woman.  This amazing, beautiful, intelligent, strong, caring, loving woman who loves all of me.

I cannot yet fathom the fortune that has come to me. It's difficult to even write about it without welling up.

Thanks for reading.

Jen

P.S. I just realized that the name my favorite outfit by Jenni is so similar to my nom de plume.  It's either coincidence or some deeper connection that I'd not noticed before.  It can also be seen in my icon.

Triple Penetration

We had another awesome weekend. The vanilla side was filled with love, laughter, family and birthday celebrations. We shopped and cooked and ate meals together. Spending time with my lady is what I live for, no matter what we do.  She feels the same way.  We never knew love could be like this. 

On the kinkier side, and since that's the point of this blog, we had an amazing weekend on that front as well.  We started out more traditionally, without any special equipment.  The bondage straps were affixed to the bed just in case she wanted to tie me down, but we ended up not using them.  She wore a simple but beautiful bra and panty set, both pieces of which were open (what do you call a "crotch-less bra"?).  I had quick and easy access to her beautiful lady parts. She gets very aroused with nipple play, and I do love to kiss and suck on them, both for the selfish pleasure I get and for the stimulation it brings her.  She became very wet and proceeded to lower herself onto my mouth shortly after hearing me beg for it.  I'm so easily controlled...  :-)

Our session continued in various permutations of oral and PIV activities, leading up to something that I'd promised her earlier in the week. My lady wants to have anal sex. For reasons I don't fully understand, I've been a bit less eager to penetrate her that way than I should be.  I think it's mostly because it feels like a dominant act on my part, which is out of character.  But I told myself that she wants it, and I want to please her, and so I will do it for her.  That's being a good submissive, right?

I asked her if she was ready, and she told me to get the "pink thing," a small dildo around five inches long, and not too thick.  It's obviously phallic-shaped, but otherwise it looks nothing like a real cock.  It's a good start. Before going off to gear up, I used a finger, and then two in order to loosen her up a bit.  I then inserted a well-lubricated glass plug.  I strapped the pink one on, just above my actual cock. I also brought out the realistic-looking cock we'd used last week. I had an idea.

I slowly pulled the glass out and confirmed that she was ready. With her on all fours and me behind, we worked together to place and slowly penetrate her bottom.  She took it quite well, with little discomfort. After confirming that it felt good, I started thrusting slowly, gently.  She loved it.  Surprisingly, I did as well. This position isn't super comfortable for me, but the act of taking her backdoor with a strap-on was really stimulating for me.  My cock was also looking for some action, so I suggested we try double penetration.  It was a bit of an assembly challenge, getting flaps A and B into slots 1 and 2, but we managed.  Here it helped to have a longer than average cock, because the angle and distance were not optimal. We made it work.  

Wow, it was spectacular for both of us.  To throw gas on the fire, I handed her the other dildo, and asked her to suck it.  There she was, the love of my life, penetrated in her three openings. The visual image, physical stimulation, and psychological impact on me was intense.  I had to stop moving. 

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm close, and I don't want to come yet.  I want you to come first.

I want you to come.  I'll use it to lubricate myself.

I came.  Hard.  Really hard. We switched positions, me on the bottom, the pink one going back into her ass.  I watched her bring herself to climax while I stimulated her nipples. She radiates when she comes. There's no better sight than watching her orgasm.

We cuddled.  Exchanged tender kisses.  A song came on, and we sang it to each other.  How sweet it is to be loved by you.  Sweet indeed.  Lovely, fun, fulfilling, erotic. She penetrates my core.  We love each other beyond description.

I have another story from the weekend, but it deserves its own post.  I'll try to write it soon.

Thanks for reading.

Jen

A Double Barrel, of Sorts

This weekend, my lady and I had a new adventure.  We'd been busy all week (as usual), and really motivated to have some good quality time together.  She whispered in my ear on Friday, "you'd better rest up tonight, because I have big plans for you tomorrow."  I did not need to hear that twice.  On Saturday morning, I received further instructions, and taking the initiative to fulfill the explicit ones, but also carry out the spirit of her commands, I proceeded to the bedroom.  

I cleansed myself inside and out, and I took a razor to my entire body.  The only hair I have is on my eyebrows (trimmed) and head (short); I am bare everywhere else.  Post shower, I inserted the largest of my butt plugs, locked myself in my pink Holy Trainer, and wore a pair of pink Vanity Fair Illumination bikini panties.  She loves me in pink, what can I say?  I fastened the bondage straps near the head and foot of the bed, and placed the cuffs on my ankle and wrists.  I then padded downstairs to fetch two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir, as per her instruction.  

As she announced via text her impending arrival, I finished the preparation with a surprise for her, sliding a dildo harness on, and then latching my ankles and one wrist to the straps.  Oh, the harness held a life-like cock, one of those double-silicone types that is firm but flexible, the same length as mine, and almost as large around. I'm happily endowed with a cock one may not normally associate with a submissive, feminine-feeling and crossdressing sissy. But there you have it. I am as I am, and I try not to bother pondering why.  I pulled the sheet over my body, placed a blindfold over my eyes, and waited.  

I heard her arrive, and ascend the stairs.  Pulling back the covers, she touched the cock (I could feel it move against the harness). "My, my, what have we here," she declared. I said to her, "if you're not comfortable with this, we don't have to have it." Well, trust me, she was comfortable with it.  She removed my blindfold, revealing a sexy lavender teddy that showed off her beautiful, womanly curves. She rubbed her moist pussy and traced her finger across my lips.  She then started stroking the cock. She kissed the head of the cock, and then started sucking on it, locking eyes with me as she did. I was watching her suck cock, right where my cock usually is, but I couldn't feel it (of course). 

The mixed messages that my brain tried to reconcile sent me into a sexual frenzy. It was one of the most erotic events I've ever seen.  What I felt was a combination of excitement from multiple fantasies rolled into one: chastity, submission, feminization, cuckolding.  My actual cock was straining to break free of its confines, but that would have to wait. She moved up and sat on my mouth, so that I could savor her taste, see how wet she was, and feel her magnificently engorged clitoris on my lips and tongue. I could worship her pussy for hours, but alas I was only permitted a minute or two. She then moved down and rubbed the cock all over her pussy, getting it wet. I watched in awe and excitement as she took her new friend into her pussy, as our eyes stayed locked on each other. She rode the cock, and presented her beautiful nipples for me to worship. I met her movements with thrusts of my own, again with my brain expecting but not receiving the normal coordinated signals from my several senses. 

She could have come that way. She got close, and it didn't take long. But she didn't want to. We had a lot of time and a lot more fun to have. She did eventually free my various parts from their various restraints, and we concluded the session quite satisfactorily for both of us.  

We cuddled, cooed, and dozed afterward, having re-expressed our deep and abiding love for each other.  This magical moment was made possible by love, trust, communication, and adventurous spirit.  She is awesome, and I love her more every day. Not just for what I write about here, but for a long, long list of other reasons.  I am very fortunate.

Thanks for reading.

Jen  

She Said It

Several weeks ago, I gave my lady one of the two keys to my Pink HT.  I keep the other are my key ring.  Last week, I bought her a silver chain so she could wear the key between her breasts. It's something we both find erotic. She wore it to her workplace, tucked inside her top, but the chain was visible around her neck, and it drew more interest from her co-workers than she anticipated.  One of them asked probing questions.  Did (my name) give it to you?  What's on it?  Do you have a vile of his blood on it?  My lady said she turned red, further raising suspicions. We had a good laugh about it. I got to thinking that if she decided to disclose the actual purpose of the chain, I would be ok with that. Obviously, she has to work with these ladies, so such a decision is hers. I doubt she will but I guess we'll see.

As to wearing the device, I'm using it to help myself not masturbate. I truly want to save myself for times with her. A few weeks ago, I let us both down by masturbating during the week, and my performance with her the next time we made love was disappointing for both of us. I am determined to not let that happen again.  I want to give over control and decisions about my orgasms to her, but at the same time I don't want to burden her with that responsibility. We'll go at her pace and to the depth of control she wants to exert.  

I can wear the device all day at home and while out and about without issue. I don't wear it to work though, just because urinating would require sitting in a toilet stall. They aren't clean enough for my liking in normal times, but in COVID-19 times it's just not something I want to deal with. I've tried wearing it over night, and while it's doable, it does disrupt my sleep. I already don't sleep particularly well, so that's kind of an issue. In any case, the HT is indeed helping me control my masturbation, even with the limited use I've explained.

On Friday, we made love in the afternoon. My son announced he was going to visit for the weekend, so we took advantage of the free time we had before he arrived. My lady texted me that she was ready and had the key with her. Unfortunately, technology intervened, and I didn't get the text notification. She arrived and was sort of pretend angry that I'd not responded, and was not ready for her. I quickly remedied the situation, took a quick shower and we proceeded with the festivities. 

There is no greater sexual pleasure for me than orally pleasing my lady. I could do it every day for hours, methinks. She also likes to perform oral on me, and it feels wonderful. Our favorite position is 69, with her on top, controlling the action. She'll come that way every time, unless she stops me so that she can orgasm with me inside her, again, with her on top (noticing a theme, here?)  She came in my mouth this time, and it was glorious. Watching her spasm, tasting her, hearing her climax is awesome. 

My lady always comes first, for simple and obvious reasons. Whether I come at all is an open question.  Sometimes, I just can't quite get there. The center of my sexuality is my brain, not my penis, and if my mind isn't in the right place, no amount of physical stimulus will overcome that. The length of time between my orgasms is also a key factor. Yesterday, I was quite ready, and she commented on how hard I was. Indeed.  After her climax, she'll often ride me for a while, still obtaining pleasure, although her particular lady parts are quite sensitive post-orgasm.  After that, she'll lie on her back and we'll do missionary position. That's normally how I come. 

This time, while I was inside her and thrusting vigorously, she whispered to me, "you're not allowed to come today."  That made me get even harder, and my thrusts got more vigorous. "Ok," was all I could muster in response.  "Yes, my lady," or some such reply would have been more suitable. I did manage to say, "I'll continue for as long as you like, and then I'll stop."  So, that's what we did. I kept at it for a good while longer, both for her pleasure and to further the tease for me.  Then, she signaled it was time. I rolled off.  She took me in her mouth for a minute or so, and then she laid down next to me.  We cuddled, and expressed our deep mutual love for each other, as my erection receded gradually. The rest of the evening was tender and wonderful. We worked together in the kitchen making dinner, hugging and kissing along the way, and we had a splendid time with my son and his girlfriend.

I don't know when I'm going to be permitted to come. I suspect it will be today, if we can find the time to be together.  If not, I suppose it will be a long week.

Thanks for reading.

Jen