Special Wednesday

My lady and I had a great day yesterday.  We were both off from work, and so we slept in (relatively speaking) and enjoyed our coffee together. Next, we got ourselves down to the basement for a workout (bike for her, treadmill for me), followed by showering, which left us refreshed and ready for love-making.

I dressed in a purple bralette and panty set, covered by a purple chemise. I was also locked as usual in my 3D printed cage, which is the most comfortable one I own. She wore a somewhat matching bra and panty set, except hers accentuated rather than covered her breasts. She looked magnificent. 

She asked how we're doing on the orgasm ratio, and I told her that we were just barely above 3:1, pretty well below the target of 5:1 that she set, but I reminded her that the goals are there for me to follow and for her to change or deviate from whenever she feels like it. There's not much point in being the dominant partner if you can't just change the rules on a whim, is there?  

We next enjoyed a lengthy session of pussy worship. Methinks I could do that for hours. She unlocked me and proceeded to suck my cock; something she rather loves doing and I would not dream of denying her that pleasure, notwithstanding how much I enjoy it as well. I've mentioned previously that I'm above average in size, about 20 cm (8 in) in length and proportionally thick. My lady has determined that she enjoys taking me all the way into her throat, which is simply amazing on multiple fronts. She gets turned on from doing that, particularly when I am playing with her nipples at the same time. It is the most incredible feeling. She also rode me for a while, and then whispered in my ear that she was going to fuck me.

And so she did. We moved up to a realistic cock that is just marginally shorter than mine, and also slightly less thick. It has an advantage over the pink one we've been using because, even though it's bigger, it is more flexible. She entered me easily after some fingering, and lots of lube. They tell you that anal play requires lots of lube. I can confirm that it makes all the difference. It was easily the most enjoyable fuck she's given me.  While she did so, I sucked on Carl (our large black dildo) and  masturbated. My lady had a vibrating butt plug in her ass, and somehow managed to lodge another dildo in her pussy, held in place by the strap-on harness. We basically had all of our holes filled, except her mouth, which she took advantage of to say lots of dirty things!  

The situation got me fantasizing about Carl being a real guy, inviting us to his place for a party, only to discover that my lady and I were the entertainment for him and several of his friends, which made me rock hard. (Maybe I'll detail out that fantasy in an upcoming post). My lady gave me permission to cum, and so I did. She used my semen to lubricate her clitoris, and came shortly after I did. We cuddled for a while, and just enjoyed being together.

We had lunch, took naps, did some housekeeping, made dinner together, ate, watched some TV and then retired for the night. It was a great day, as I said in the beginning. I love my wife and I love our life. I am a very fortunate person.

Thanks for reading.

Jennifer

A Weekend Away

We had a wedding to attend this past weekend about 90 minutes away. We could have driven there on Saturday and back the same night, but decided to make a weekend out of it. We rented a nice secluded Airbnb near the water. As we both had busy workdays on Friday, we didn't arrive until after seven. I had asked for instructions, and she decided that I should be locked in the black Kink3D cage for the ride down. I gave her both keys. 

We had a quiet dinner in the cottage, along with what turned out to be too many glasses of wine. We cleaned up and made for the bedroom. Some wonderful caressing and kissing led to more intimate acts. She unlocked me but removed only the cage; the ring acted to partially restrict blood flow, making my cock more rigid and veiny. She played with me for a while, sucking and licking my cock. It feels so nice, and I know how she loves to do that. Win win. Soon I returned the favor. I found my happy place, between my lady's thighs, and provided oral homage. Alas, the effects of the wine were such that she found it all too stimulating too quickly. I removed the ring after calming down for a bit, and we slept together.

In the morning, we both wore animal prints, her in a satin pajama top and nothing else, me in a chemise and panties. We had coffee on the screened-in patio and then she made us breakfast, which of course was delicious. Among her many talents is the ability to turn even a simple meal into a work of art for the taste buds. 

We decided it was time for more horizontal activities, so there we went after a quick shower. She teased me and soon I was begging to lick her pussy. She tasted herself on her fingers, denying me the pleasure. She then grabbed her favorite dildo, the one that looks like mine (we have to give this one a name so it'll be easier to refer to it). She knelt over me and sucked it while I lay there watching. It's such a turn-on watching her do that. Then she started fucking herself with it, and I masturbated while watching her. She pulled it out and tasted herself on it, eliciting a spontaneous moan that I realized was coming from me. Reinserting it, she got it wet with her juices and offered it to me. I sucked the cock while looking at her, tasting the delicious wetness she imparted to it. I don't know what she was thinking, but it felt so naughty doing that while looking directly into her eyes. 

She put our friend aside and we got into a sixty-nine. It's important to me that my lady come first. There are several reasons, most of all because "ladies first" is still a thing as far as I'm concerned. I think I written about several of the other reasons before. Come she did, on my face, with my tongue and lips worshipping her the way she deserves it. It is glorious to watch her spasm and hear her climax. We switched to missionary after that. While she's too sensitive for oral stimulation after a climax, my lady enjoys penetration, and of course so do I. I asked if she wanted me to come this day or wait until the next. She wanted me to climax, and so not long after her decision I let loose a large (for me) flow of semen. I've come not more than once per week for a while now, and I can definitely say that when I do they are more intense and rewarding. After cuddling a while, we got up and dressed.

We tooled around the nearby town and shopped a little. It was fun looking at ladies' clothing together. I'm not sure if we were browsing for her, me, or us. The selections were limited however, and the prices steep so we didn't buy anything. We had a light lunch and napped. She asked me to wash her back for her, so we entered the bathroom. We didn't make it all the way into the shower before some serious foreplay started. A lot of teasing, sucking and licking, but then we got ourselves together and got on with the shower and getting ready to go.

The wedding was beautiful, and we had a grand time. There were lots of beautiful people all dressed up beautifully. I found myself taking notice of the dresses and shoes the ladies wore. You have to anticipate the conditions before you choose your footwear, you know. It was an outdoor wedding so, no stiletto heels were to be found. I was so proud to have been her "arm candy" as she called me. There is never a place I'd rather be than at her side. I took it upon myself to fetch her drinks for her; the gentlemanly thing to do, I think, but also the wedding connection was through her friends and I wanted to be sure she had lots of time with them. I also flat out enjoy serving her, so there was no downside in my view.

We stayed a good long while, chatting, drinking (moderately) and dancing. I drove us the short distance back to our place. We crashed out. Alas, I awoke at 2:00 and could not go back to sleep. My lady slept better, but my lack of sleep ruined any morning opportunities we might have otherwise had. We checked out and returned home, took care of things and I came over to her place later. We had planned to have another love-making session, but I was still in a funk, so we ended up just having dinner and not long after, I went home and went to bed.

Lack of sleep definitely impeded my sex drive, but I got to wondering if my having climaxed the day before didn't also contribute to it. My lady loves when I orgasm. I do, too. Still, I wonder if we might be better off if my climaxes are delayed until the end of the weekend, or even skipped now and again. I like the tease and denial, the anticipation, and the uncertainty. Most of all, I like to please my lady, and I want to always be on my best game to do that. That means getting enough sleep, at least. The rest is something we'll have to discuss, and see what she's comfortable with.

Thanks for reading.

Jen

A Memorable Weekend

I'm afraid I waited a bit long to write about the rest of our weekend, so some of what I'm going to say might be inaccurate, but I'll do the best I can. Specific details might be juxtaposed or flat-out wrong, but the feeling is not lost. Being in her presence fills me with happiness beyond words.

On Sunday, we had a bit of a recovery day. She came to my place and brought breakfast. We did some decluttering to help me get closer to moving in with her, dropped off some clothes at a charity collection place, did some shopping, had lunch, and generally hung out all day.  I was locked in my new Kink3D device. In the late afternoon, I worshipped her pussy and she had a satisfying orgasm.  She told me I wasn't allowed to come this day, which was a turn-on. We dined, and I spent the night with her, unlocked. 

I brought pajamas and a robe to wear in the morning. I'm trying not to push my crossdressing; it's far less important to me than she is, and her comfort takes precedence. She has been supporting of me, even directing me to wear a chemise during love-making, and she tells me I look hot. Not nearly as hot as she, but I greatly appreciate the compliments. One evening this weekend, we wore matching style chemises of mine; she chose the pink one and I wore black (the one she'd worn the night before). That was fun.

On Monday, we awoke and cuddled in bed. There's no better way to start a day than embracing the one you love. Things heated up and soon she was riding my cock, and oh that felt so nice. She orgasmed that way, with a little help from her fingers on her clitoris, and mine on her nipples. She didn't want me to go down on her, which I totally understand. We're both super conscious of being clean and smelling nice. At the same time, I get really turned on by her womanly aroma and taste when the opportunity to worship her occurs not immediately after she showers. Maybe that's a boundary that is somewhat movable. I went home to tend to some things, and she did likewise. We had some family obligations in the mid-afternoon, and then went to my place after, in separate cars. I prepared things while awaiting her arrival.  

She had several specific instructions. I asked if I should be locked or unlocked.  "Locked," she said with authority and without hesitation. That caused some swelling. I also arranged a camera on a tripod and some mirrors. The camera was screencast to the bedroom TV. She wanted to watch the action from different angles. I obviously didn't hit "record." I wondered if that was something she'd want. In one sense, that could be fun, but the risk of later accidental exposure is something to consider seriously.

When she arrived, I was in bed, three limbs secured to the straps, wearing a red chemise and my black cage. All the toys were clean and ready. She came in, attached my free arm and disrobed, revealing a sexy black lace teddy enshrouding her gorgeous, womanly body. Things were getting pretty tight down there by this point.

She teased me, playing with my caged cock, pinching and biting my nipples, making me beg to worship her pussy, and giving me just the briefest taste now and again. I'm thinking that physical addiction to pussy might be a thing, because in addition to loving her so, I absolutely yearn for her taste. She touched herself, and placed her sticky delicious fingers in my mouth. So hot. She used the seven inch cock that looks like mine, rubbing it all over her pussy. I watched her taste it. Then she fucked herself with it while I stared, in awe. She pulled it out and offered the cock to me. I sucked it hungrily, tasting her sweetness. 

Eventually she untied and uncaged me, as she had other plans. I donned the strap-on with the pink dildo. With her on all fours, I lubricated her rear channel, and penetrated her. The intent was for my cock to penetrate her pussy at the same time, but it wasn't cooperating. Despite being really turned on by the whole scene, I couldn't get things going on my end. She improvised, rubbing my semi-erect cock against her clitoris while I fucked her ass. She sucked on the seven inch cock, while we watched ourselves on the TV. I was really hot, and she came furiously. We cuddled for a bit, and I started fondling myself. She told me she likes to watch me do that. With her encouragement, I got harder. 

She wanted me to come, so we decided to try the missionary position. She whispered how this was my chance to come, because afterward she was going to lock me up for the week. That definitely made me harder. I whispered that once we're married and under the same roof that I want her to have all the keys to my devices. I sensed a climax inbound, and it definitely felt like I was coming. My cock also rather quickly deflated. However, I didn't actually cum. No semen came out. It was odd, but not unsatisfying. While she watched, I inserted two fingers into her pussy to check.  I pulled them out and tasted them. All her, no me. Hmmm. It's ok, because it did feel like a climax. I just fired a blank round for some reason. 

The rest of the evening was spent over dinner and relaxing in front of the TV. Every day that I spend with her, I love her more. She is my world, my everything. 

Thanks for reading.

Jen

Love is Real

Love

Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you, you and me
Love is knowing we can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved

                    - John Lennon

I've known those lyrics for decades, but I never understood them until I fell in love with my lady. I never knew it was possible to love someone so deeply and completely. I thought it was just words by an amazing songwriter. Now, I know better.

Since this is a sex blog, that's what I'm going to focus on in this posting. However, the reader should know that this is representative of but one facet of the shimmering diamond that is our love.

We spent Friday afternoon together, going to a beautiful nearby garden before the rainy weekend started. We visited that garden early in our relationship, and ended the evening making love for the first time, so it has a special meaning for us. This day, after our visit we made love again. Passionate, intense, naked love that was extremely gratifying for both of us. It had been over four days for her, which is a long time for her to go without an orgasm. For me, the counter had reached twelve days. It had been a busy week that kept us both exhausted, and last week you'll recall that I didn't have an orgasm. Oddly, towards the end of the week, my sex drive seemed to wane. It was like 'the boys' had given up trying, and I wasn't feeling a strong urge. 

That changed rather quickly when we disrobed and climbed into my bed. The merest touch of her hands on my skin was enough to set off a DEFCON 1 alert, and within seconds I was ready to launch.  We kissed and stroked, I suckled her magnificent breasts and she tenderly bit and sucked on my nipples, which I love. She spent quite a bit of time orally tending to my cock. It felt fabulous. I have difficulty climaxing that way. I require rather vigorous stimulation, and cannot get past being concerned for her comfort. Regardless, the feeling is incredible. We then  moved into a sixty-nine, and I worshipped her glorious pussy while she sucked my cock some more. My lady came on my face fairly quickly; an intense, pressure relieving orgasm driven by the long (for her) abstinence. She bid me to mount her, and as she lay on her back I did just that. I was quite ready, very hard and close to the edge. We kissed passionately while I thrusted and looked into her sexy, smoldering eyes. She held her legs open, and seeing that out of the corner of my eyes, I stiffened and came, copiously, intensely, and at length.  We kissed tenderly and giggled like teenagers at the quickness of our session.

On Saturday, I received a new cock cage in the mail, fairly early in the day. It's a 3D printed device from KINK3D, which I learned about after reading Denying Thumpers' Post. I was thus wearing it, in addition to the panties and chemise I had been instructed to have on when my lady arrived. We had some afternoon coffee in hand and proceeded to the bedroom. My lady had purchased for herself a sexy black piece of lingerie that covered her breasts, pussy and not much else, though there were a lot of straps crossing about here and there. Coupled with her silky, dark, unfurled mane, her beautiful, penetrating eyes and that delicious red lipstick, I proceeded to conduct an unplanned stress test on the cage. Fortunately, but inexplicably it did not burst into a thousand pieces. We kissed tenderly, and I caressed her body, kissing various exposed areas of her skin. Her scent drives me wild. Her hands traced lines across the cottony garment that enshrouded by torso, and then outlined the cage through my panties. She pulled them down and inspected, approvingly, this latest symbol of my devotion and dedication to her.

To be clear, I do not need a cage in order to be dedicated to her, any more than one needs a ring to ensure their commitment. The cages that I wear are indeed symbolic of my commitment to her. When we are together, we have fun with them, and I remove it at her pleasure. When I am alone it is comforting to know that I am still hers, always and forever. I have not found a practical way to remain caged 24/7, but I do wear one as often as I can. It helps me feel closer to her. It does also provide an obstacle to a casual self-caress turning into an uncontrolled masturbation session. Although a key is handy, the very act of interrupting the mood to fetch it and unlock is sufficient to break the chain of events.

My lady caressed and teased my pent-up cock. She kissed, sucked and licked my balls. She twirled her tongue around the cage, and even took it into her mouth. The sight of these actions, and the slight feeling that I was able to detect drove me wild with lust for her. She is such a sexy and creative lady, and I love how she is learning more and more about how I tick.  

Given that I was locked up, my lady decided to play with me in other ways. I had assured her that, having climaxed the day before, I was in no danger if I remained chaste this day. At this stage in our lifestyle, my lady consults me on these decisions. I welcome her questions and offer my honest feedback. I told her as much, and added that if and when she feels comfortable making the decision on her own whether to unlock me, I will obediently and happily comply with her decision. That goes for my orgasms. The very thought of giving up control of my orgasms is very erotic. It's a game, but not a game. It carries some amount of responsibility on her part, and I do not want to pressure her into bearing it. However, at her pace, and to the degree she finds it stimulating and rewarding, I am a willing participant. 

She retrieved a rather large butt plug, the very large black dildo, and the harness from my closet, along with a couple of other objects which will be revealed shortly. I inserted the dildo into the harness and then strapped it on to my body, the long ebony dong dangling dangerously above the black cage ensconcing my above average but relatively diminutive cock.  She then lubed my rear passage. It felt so nice to have her fingers encircling and probing back there. The plug went in with a bit of resistance; it had been a while since I'd had something in there, but once settled in it felt nice. 

So, to complete the picture, there I lay, in my chemise, plugged, caged, and with a large cock strapped to my groin, while my lady settled onto my face and I began to worship her delicious pussy. She was very engorged and wet; clear signs of how much she was enjoying our time. She sucked the black dildo while I ministered to her, and although I could not actually see her actions, in my mind's eye I could visualize every flick of her tongue, every movement of her lips around the head of that dark beast.

She decided that she wanted me to fuck her with it, and so after a long, but never long enough session of pussy worship, she lay upon her back. At her behest, I lubricated her back opening, probing with one and then two fingers. I pushed the pink dildo into her, and handed her the other realistic-looking cock that's closer in size to my own. I gently rubbed the black one against her opening, teasing her, and then pushed gently inside. In this position, I normally have more feedback, but the lack of sensation from the penetrating cock led me to proceed cautiously. I asked multiple times for direction on speed and depth, ensuring that all of this was pleasing to her. I got into a rhythm that worked for her, and she started sucking on the cock in her hand. 

I recently listened to a Shameless Sex Podcast that my lady found and shared with me. In it, they talked about how some men - submissive crossdressers in this specific instance - can be driven by lust to want to suck cock, even when in normal situations they are not tempted, and do not consider themselves gay or bisexual. I resonated with that observation, and while watching her suck, I had an overwhelming urge to join her. I asked if I could, and she said yes. She placed it at my lips and kissed it and sucked the head into my mouth, we went back and forth a few times.

The overarching emotion I felt was total love. I would do anything she asked me to, because I trust her and I love boundlessly. She allows, no embraces my own desires, and it elevates our pleasures mutually. I felt completely uninhibited by any of the so-called taboo practices that have filled me with shame and guilt over the years. So, here I was at this point. My own cock locked up tight, a plug in my ass, wearing a chemise, fucking her with a large black cock, and sucking cock with her. Wow.

She directed me shortly thereafter to her breasts, which I alternately suckled, while she worked a finger onto her clitoris, massaging that beautiful organ while being stimulated in all these other ways. Her orgasm was massive, so far as I could tell. I was elated that she had achieved such an intense climax, and honored to have been instrumental (pun semi-intended) in that event. We lay still for a bit, while her black friend remained inside her. Eventually, she had me pull out, and I kissed tenderly, repeating how much I love her.

We unstrapped and removed the various phallic accessories. I put them aside for later washing. I put my panties back on, along with a matching robe. I gave her a chemise and robe to wear, we relaxed with some wine, and then we had dinner like that.  Afterward, we watched a movie, snuggling and holding hands, feeling more deeply in love than ever.

All this, and we're only halfway through the Memorial Day weekend. 

Thanks for reading.

Jen

Yes, It's Definitely Working

I'm in a near constant state of arousal. It seems that my lady is learning to enjoy calling the shots on our sexual activities, and her acceptance of "all of me" has lifted an extraordinary burden from my mind. In addition, lately I've been in chastity almost constantly while awake, other than during shower time and after our little sessions each of the last two nights. I am still not able to sleep well while caged, at least not at this point, but it's ok.  I'm behaving myself.  "Hands off," she told me last night, when I departed her place. "Yes, ma'am," was my immediate reply. The feeling of being caged, knowing that she wears the keys on a chain around her neck, and knowing that I am abstaining as a sign of my devotion and love for her is a feeling that is difficult to describe; I'll use the word "sublime," I think for the first time in my life.  It seems to be a rather haughty word, but it fits.

On Wednesday, I spent the entire work day en femme.  I had recently purchased a pretty "Short Sleeve Floral Tiered Sheath Dress," black with purple flowers from JC Penney, and I was looking forward to wearing it.  I showered, shaved, put on my metal cage, and did my make-up. I'm not so great at make-up, but am getting better, and the process helps me transform into my feminine mindset. A bra, panties, my size C breast forms, platform heels, wig, jewelry and that dress completed the ritual. I guess I looked ok, but I felt really good.  Dressing that way helps alleviate a lot of the stress my job brings.

As the work day ended, I disrobed, removed my make-up, showered, and relocked myself, wearing male clothes, which is how my lady likes to see me.  I think it's too much for both of us at this stage for her to see me completely feminized. That day may come, but I'm happy to be for her what she wants me to be when we're together, and anyway I don't want to wear ladies clothes all the time. I truly like being able to switch between both modes.  It's sort of the best of both worlds.  Oh, and if the day does come for her to see me all decked out, it might be best if we started with me naked, and she helped me dress.  The process of helping, and the gradual transformation would likely be much easier on both of us.

After dinner at my place, she unveiled the purple lingerie she wore under her dress. We proceeded to enjoy a mid-week foray.  I stripped to just my panties and cage, knelt on the floor, and worshipped her body, focusing on her sumptuous lady parts as she sat comfortably on the sofa.  She was very wet and engorged. I was in heaven, and could have stayed there for hours, but she had other ideas. She bid me to fetch the largest dildo I have, a black cock that's probably nine or ten inches long and as thick as you'd expect such a creature to be. I did as directed, but also put on my own purple lingerie as a bonus. Returning to her beautifulness, I again knelt, and started rubbing the cock on her opening, which turned her on even more. I started to push it inside her, gently and slowly thrusting it deeper and deeper.  It needed a bit more wetness, so I licked the shaft as best I could, adding my saliva to her own moistness. I'll admit that it stoked my cuckold fantasies, watching that cock filling her, listening to her moans, facilitating the action with my own mouth. I sucked and licked her as best I could, occasionally adding more saliva to the dark beast that was ravishing her. My own cock, firmly ensconced in its metal cage, was straining for relief and attention, but we were focused on her. 

Being this aroused, I would have done anything that my lady wanted me to do. She decided that my real-life cock was what she wanted, so I uncaged and entered her. We continued in various arrangements. She eventually climaxed while using cock on her clitoris while I watched from below, almost in a trance, alternately looking into her beautiful, smoky eyes and watching her ministrations.  The memory of that scene will remain a long time, and it causes swelling inside my cage. We cuddled after, while my own cock returned to a flaccid state. No climax for me, not until she says it's time. She also told me, clearly, that she has no interest in actually having a third person participate in our love-making. I think that's the right call. We love each other so deeply, we have so much to explore together, and she is all I will ever need. I am hers, always and forever, and I have never been happier.

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.

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  

Getting Comfortable with the Cage

Last weekend, my lady gave me the following instructions (paraphrased due only to my imperfect memory).  "When I come over later today, I want you on the bed, wearing only your  pink panties, and your pink chastity cage.  I'm going to tie you down and do things to you."  I didn't need to hear that twice!

Have I mentioned how amazing she is? There was no room for question in her directive, and none in my mind. In fact, I not only fully complied with her instructions, I made some reasonable extrapolations.  

I began by showering and shaved everywhere. I keep my body hair free; done so for years. I've never been hairy in any case, so it's not difficult.  Other than what little remains on top of my head, and my eyebrows, both of which are kept short, I'm bare.  The intimate and feminine act of shaving my legs, genitals, chest, arms and arm pits remains a turn-on for me, even after all these years. After we met, I was a bit concerned with how she might feel about my smoothness. It turns out that she keeps herself entirely follicle-free as well, save for her beautiful, flowing mane and sculpted and sexy eyebrows, and she finds me quite sexy, thank you very much!  She also was a bit concerned with my opinion of her bare nether region, and of course she is the sexiest woman on Earth so far as I'm concerned, so it was a very pleasant surprise and another area of personal overlap when we revealed our mutual preference.

After shaving, I locked myself in my pink Holy Trainer.  I also inserted a "prostate milking tool" butt plug that I bought from HT when I bought the cage.  It takes a bit of practice to insert due to it's shape, but once settled in, it feels nice.  I've never actually tried to milk myself with it, but it definitely adds to my submissive feelings.  Lastly, I put on my pink panties. These are actually designed for men, and are one of the few panties that I wear that are.

When she texted that she was on her way, I pulled the covers off the bed, revealing the straps that I'd secured earlier.  I put cuffs on my extremities, and fastened my ankles to the bed.  When she came into the house, I put on a blindfold and secured my left wrist tot he strap.  My lady was quite pleased with my compliance to her commands. and appreciated the extra distance I went.  She quickly clipped my right wrist into place.  The feeling of giving up control to the woman you love and trust completely is divine.

We've talked a lot about this journey that we're on.  She's told me how safe and comfortable she feels around me, and around the things we do. As a result, she's feeling more and more emboldened. As her confidence grows, so does her sexiness, which I hadn't thought possible, given how sexy she already is.  She made some approving comments, and traced the outline of my cage, through the panties.  This was my our first time with her seeing me actually wearing the device, and her coos and quiet whispers made quite clear that she approved. She then described the outfit she wore, which the blindfold prevented me from enjoying, at least for the moment.  Well, she didn't really explain very much, but I heard a zipper, and then I felt her move her body over mine, and I was soon tasting her.  She was very wet and engorged. There is nothing, nada, zilch, nil, that I love more than orally pleasing her. I could do it for hours, every day. Alas this time was short, because she wanted me unlocked (not unbound though), so she got the key and almost immediately I was at full mast and ready to go.  Physically, we fit together as perfectly, as we do emotionally, intellectually, ethically, and in every other aspect of our lives. We both prefer her on top, where she can control the action, and I can use my fingers to pinch or my mouth to suckle her very responsive nipples. Our play continued for quite a while. I am sure that I've never been harder, nor more turned on than I was that day.  I don't imagine she was either, given the physical evidence, aural indications, and rapturous climax she experienced, which was followed shortly thereafter by my own. 

I never knew what love was until I met my lady.  I love her on every level, and I am grateful for whatever happenstance aligned our lives so that we could meet. Our sex lives are but one aspect of how we express our love.  

Our journey continues.

Thanks for reading.

Jen