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Trip - Day Four

Shortly after I woke up, Mistress Trecia called to say that her husband was on his way over to pick me up and that she was making breakfast.  It was a really nice time, chatting and having some fantastic eggs and home fries (do people call breakfast potatoes that up here?).  Mistress’s husband had to go which left the two of us alone.  I helped her with a little web work then wrote up my blog post for the previous day. 

Mistress put in the movie "Secretary" with James Spader.  It’s about a lawyer that hires a new secretary, but starts slowly teaching her about D/s and spanking.  It was really  hot and is probably the best and most respectful look at the D/s dynamic that I’ve ever seen in a film.  Once it was over, Mistress sent me back to the hotel to wait for her and I took the time to tidy up the room a little bit and get in a quick shower.

With a knock at the door, Mistress was there, looking beautiful in a long skirt and black strappy tank top.  I helped her get some things together (apparently, I had tidied up a little too well), then she told me to strip and get some lube.  When I turned back around, Mistress was in her bare feet sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed and I knew what was in store.  I knelt on the floor in front of her and bowed my head.  She lifted my chin so our eyes met (she looking directly into my soul as always) and said, "I completely own you, boy.  You are mine and I can do whatever I want with you" followed by a wicked smile.  Mistress then fastened my collar around my neck and told me to start stroking.

Literally  three strokes later, I was already moaning and whimpering, my severely teased cock and libido fruitlessly demanding their due.  I inhaled deeply as I felt Mistress bare feet once again assaulting my balls and rubbing my cock, making me feel completely humiliated at this thing I’ve become.  A grown man sobbing on his knees while he humps the foot of a fully-clothed woman towering over him.  Mistress said "Look at me!" and when our eyes met again, I noticed she had put in her vampire teeth.  "See, boy?", she said, knowing exactly what I was thinking and feeling at that moment, then upped my struggle by biting into my neck.  I could feel her hot breath on my neck (a serious turn-on of mine that she fully exploited) and felt the sharp teeth scratch my neck and shoulder as she bit and kissed and whispered words of her dominance into my ear.

I couldn’t hold it.  I just couldn’t.  I started to plead.  Rather than ask to stop, I did the next worst thing - I asked to cum.  Begged  to cum.  Even after I had been told the day before that the only way I’d ever cum again in Minnesota would be by Mistress’s hand.  Please, Mistress, please…

She slapped my face.

It wasn’t a very hard slap, but I was stunned for a moment, then my cock surged and throbbed and I almost lost it right there.  I had to focus just to keep my hand moving, let alone to keep from spilling.  (I had never expected to be into face slapping, but Mistress has proved time and time again that I have no idea about the depths that my inner pain slut is willing and wanting to travel.)  She grabbed my chin again and said, very sternly, "Keep stroking and don’t you dare cum!"

She released my chin and shoved my head down so it was pressed against her leg.  I clenched my teeth and growled, a sound escaping me that I had never made before, drawn from the depths of my feelings of complete ecstasy and ultimate frustration.  I just needed to stop stoking.  My chant of "please..please..please" just came out as grunts, whimpers, and finally sobs.  During this, Mistress decided to catch up on her reading, thumbing through a copy of "Bondage for Sex" that I had brought her.  The book is filled with photography of the different ties and Mistress would show me pictures of the tied breasts, knowing that it was ramping up my frustration and desire to cum.

Finally, I got the command to stop and I collapsed forward, head in Mistress’s lap completely exhausted.  After letting me catch my breath, Mistress slid closer to the edge of the bed and pressed my face between her legs through her skirt.  "Do you smell that, boy?  And you’re so  close, aren’t you?  Just that thin layer of fabric…"  Purely on instinct, I buried my face into her.  Rather than the reprisal I was expecting, Mistress instead grabbed my head and laid back putting my nose directly against her most sacred spot.  Lost in the moment, I started bucking my nose, feeling the dampness of Mistress through her skirt and hearing her moan, cherishing the honored gift of being able to please Mistress in this way. 

When Mistress was done, she told me I could break pose and rest for a minute.  She then told me to kneel and walked around behind me when I heard the tell-tale clanking of the X-bar, a metal "X" with wrist and ankle cuffs fastened to its ends.  With quick precision, Mistress had me completely helpless in this wonderful new toy of hers.  Mistress then told me I would get a free cum if I could stand up so I tried in earnest, the logical engineering part of brain completely lost to subspace, leaving Mistress to laugh at me as I soon realized that there was no possible way to stand with my arms and legs in that position.  After marking my body with her nails and playfully giving a few frustrating strokes to my cock, Mistress started readying something behind me.

I felt a small metal rod being pressed into my left hand and then a loud crackling buzz filled the room.  This can’t be good…  Mistress started to lightly flog my back, but as each strand made contact, I could feel a small spark and I realized she was using her Violet Wand.  The flogging continued on my back, then across my nipples, and finally across my cock and balls, each touch with the device causing me to jump and squirm and the electricity bit into my skin.  Next, Mistress turned out the lights and came back with the actual wand, it’s round bulb looking very menacing with purple energy pulsing under the glass.  She brought the glass near my nipple and a bright purple spark jumped into my already sensitive skin, causing me to yelp.  Even though I was very comfortable with electrical play, the psychological aspect of seeing the sparks jump into my skin and hearing the sizzle sound as contact was made was pretty powerful. 

Once she was done with the wand, Mistress let me out of the restraints and told me to get on the bed.  My eyes close out of instinct and I was surprised by something soft and warm stroking my body.  Mistress was using her fur glove to stroke my arms, legs, and chest, but after a few minutes, she also started including the leather spiked glove on her other hand to poke and prod my body, paying extra attention to my nipples.

Then, Mistress told me to turn over and get my ass in the air.  It was time for my payback.  Mistress gave me a strict "no touching" policy a couple of months ago with a three swat penalty should I stroke without permission.  I did pretty well, but still ended up earning 9 strokes.  Mistress gave them to me with three different implements: a paddle, a leather strap, and a cane.  The strokes all landed with Mistress’s practiced hand to do the most hurt possible.  By the third of each, I was wincing and trying not to pull away from the stinging pain.  The nine went pretty quickly, though, leaving the pain slut in me feeling like we were just starting to get warmed up.  (I know writing this is probably a huge  mistake…)

After the swats, Mistress gently rubbed my "marks" (but not without taking a picture, of course) and her hand slowly drifted to my cock, giving it little teasing strokes and squeezes.  With her other hand, she started rubbing my sphincter, eventually sliding a finger inside me.  Already high in subspace, the intrusion just sent me flying.  I did my best to relax (I don’t do much ass play on my own) as her finger slid in and out fucking my ass.  (Mistress told me that she eventually got two fingers up inside me, something that had caused her to say "You little slut!" at the time.) 

The fingers came out and I realized some time later that Mistress was sitting in a chair by the side of the bed.  We talked for a little bit and she stroked my hair (something that I absolutely love) and I slowly came down off of my incredible high.  She invited me over for dinner and I shared another meal with Mistress and her husband. 

Afterwards, I was dropped back at my hotel with a new assignment:  play with the ErosTek.  Mistress instructed me to find my favorite and least favorite setting on the ErosTek, adding that I had to play for at least 30 minutes.  I quickly realized that I have to get one of these for myself.  On the PES unit, you can hook up two sets of electrodes, but they both are controlled by the same box with the same settings.  The ErosTek, however, operates both sets independently and  can vary the settings to give a variety of unique effects.  (One mode called "Stroke" sends waves of power that feels like a hand stroking!)

My assignment was to use at least use the ass plug but to also include a cock electrode if I wanted.  I hooked up a bi-polar butt plug to one channel and the elastic bands (one around my balls and the other around the head of my cock) to the other.  I then fired it up and started trying out the different modes.  All I can say is….wow.  There is a reason the ErosTek has a great reputation among the e-stim community - the sensations were incredible, especially the ones that would feed different stimulations to my ass and cock.  I finally shut the box off after 90 minutes for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop the rising orgasm I felt coming on given my teasing and denial from earlier in the day.

I had a hard time picking a "least favorite" mode as all of the ones on the box felt just incredible, but Climb (which was a mid-frequency steady pulse that felt like ants marching on my cock) was probably the one that didn’t do as much for me.  My favorite mode was a tie between Phase 1 (which sent stronger and stronger waves of vibrations into my cock and ass) and Random 1 (which kept rotating sensations and power levels) with an honorable mention to Orgasm (a steadily building pulse which grew in power and in frequency before resetting to start the climb all over again).

With the assignment done, I plugged in the ErosTek to recharge and immediately went to sleep, my abused body finally getting at least one thing it wanted.

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Trip - Day Three

The combination of the very late night and the play time had me completely beat.  I woke up at 11:30 refreshed and ready for the day.  Mistress Trecia called shortly after to tell me to be ready by 6 for the party.

The party was being thrown and attended by folks from the local BDSM community.  It seems that Minneapolis/St. Paul has a really fantastic group of tops and bottoms that meet to talk and play on a regular basis.  As we arrived at the party house, I was extremely nervous.  I had been a "party puppy" for my other Dommes, but it was usually benign stuff like rubbing their feet or fetching drinks.  I’d never been to an actual play party where other D/s play was going on let alone being "in scene" with other people watching.

We were greeted at the door and welcomed inside and spent some time at the kitchen table snacking and chatting with the other early arrivals.  I was invited to sit on the floor next to Mistress’s chair and noticed that the girl who had let us in was also sitting on the floor (when she wasn’t taking care of the other guests).  In a short time, we were invited downstairs to see the dungeon.

Before we did, Mistress told me to kneel before her and she fastened a collar around my neck.  It was a gift she had presented the night before, a beautiful leather collar with an engraved tag that says "timidboy - Property of MWK".  Receiving the collar in the first place was a wonderful surprise and touched me a great deal, but kneeling before her as she placed it on my neck then snapped her long, purple leash onto it was an amazing thrill.  Now properly attired, we joined the group in the basement.

The basement of the house had been converted in a wonderful playroom.  The corners were filled with a human-sized gilded cage, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a spanking bench.  The walls were adorned by chains, wrought-iron candle sconces, and an impressive array of impact instruments ranging from floggers and whips to a medieval steel flail.  My nervousness doubled as I was intimidated by this space, something that was obviously crafted and arranged by someone who knew what they were doing.

Mistress and I watched as some of the others started to play, most notably the dungeon’s owner who had his girl strip down to her bra and panties and dance for him in the cage.  Mistress had planned to try out her ErosTek there, but the dungeon only had one place where a sub could lay down and it was already taken.  We stayed for a bit just to watch, but Mistress eventually asked if I wanted to go back to my room so we could play in private with her new toys.  Given the choice to watch others or suffer under Mistress’s skilled hand, I gladly chose the latter.

Back in the room, Mistress almost immediately motioned for me to undress and started readying her gear.  Once naked, I was told to lie on the bed and prepare for our session.  I was nervous again, but this time with anticipation of the electro play to come.  I’ve never given over the power controls to someone else and was worried about withstanding its intense sensations with Mistress at the switch.

She started with two elastic bands, one around my balls and the other around my cock, and then fired up the ErosTek.  With the previous devices I’ve experimented with, you switched it on and set a constant power.  The ErosTek, however, has different modes that vary the "feel" of the power (strength, frequency, and so on), as well as escalates the strength of the pulses.  Mistress said later that she could tell when the pulses got stronger because my cock would go from rock hard to limp.  The sensations were unbelievable, alternately buzzing my cock and balls, at times causing me to arch my back against the bed in a futile attempt to escape the voltage that was flooding through me.

Next, Mistress pulled out the flexible probe and told me to spread my legs.  I felt incredibly exposed, my legs pulled up to my chest with Mistress running her finger first over then inserting it into my ass.  Moments later, her finger was removed and replaced with the cold metal probe.  "Are you ready, boy?" Mistress asked, laughing as she started the next round of electricity.  This time, Mistress either ran the box "hotter" than the previous session or the probe was just a more potent electrode because the sensations were incredibly intense.  I actually growled a few times in pain and ecstasy as my body was seized by the power, my muscles clenching and teeth grinding, my cock responding with a mind of its own, pre-cum leaking down onto the bed.

As I rode wave after wave of torture from the ErosTek, Mistress would tightly pinch my already sore nipples between her fingers and stroke my cock, sending me humping in the air trying to get some sort of release.  Eventually, the haze of subspace cleared slightly and I realized that the session was over and Mistress was packing up.  Our time together had flown by and I was shocked at how much time had passed when I glanced at the clock.

Mistress gave me my assignment for the night (stroke to the edge with my face in her used panties, then put them on and go to bed) and I was asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

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Trip - Day Two

After a night of rock-solid sleep, I woke up in my hotel room with a serious subspace hangover.  I felt awesome, but kinda groggy and just plain beat.  I was still in time to take advantage of the hotel’s free breakfast and had a couple of waffles in the lobby.   Back in the room, I fired up my XBox 360 (yes, I always travel with my console, even for business) and popped in the first season of Arrested Development.  (Mistress Trecia loaned it to me when she discovered that I’d never seen it.) 

Right around then, Mistress called and asked what I was up to and I told her I was just hanging out watching TV.  She invited me over to her house instead, so I took a quick shower and headed out with her directions in hand.  (Noticing that I hadn’t updated my blog yet, she told me to bring my laptop.)  Upon arrival, I did a little tech work for Mistress, resetting her internal wireless network, beefing up the security a little bit, then making sure all of her equipment talked to each other on the new settings.  I then finished writing up my blog post.

As I did that, Mistress was working in the kitchen making a big bowl of homemade salsa for the potluck play party we’re attending on Friday night.  When I went in to tell her the network was done, I noticed she was cutting open hot peppers and draining the juice and seeds into a little Mason jar.  The jar was about half full and I commented on how much pepper juice was there.  She told me that the jar was about half full of lube.  "Oh.   Oh…

When she was done, we went back to my room.  She immediately told me to strip and kneel before her.  From her bag of toys, she pulled out a pair of mousetraps and her riding crop.  The traps went onto my nipples (making my cock stiffen, much to Mistress’s amusement) and then she started rubbing the crop against my bare balls and cock.  After just a few moments, she showed me the head of the crop and it was shiny with pre-cum.  "Who’s my little pain slut, boy?"  I am, Mistress…

She then removed the traps and motioned for me to get up on the bed.  She pulled a small box out of her toy bag and showed me that it was full of clothes pins.  Hoo, boy.  Two pins went up on my nipples and then she started decorating my cock and balls, clipping the pins to the skin of my cock and scrotum.  Just for good measure, every so often she would slap my thighs or strongly flick the head of my cock with her finger, sending me moaning and bucking the air.

The pins came off after a time and Mistress climbed up and sat on my chest.  With one hand, she stroked my cock and with the other, she twisted and pinched my nipples.  Between the previous delicious torture and the steady stimulation on my cock, I was soon begging for release or for her to stop.  She roughly squeezed my cock said, "Look at me!"  When I made eye contact, she said, "I so  own you" and smiled a purely wicked smile.  With that, she jumped up and turned around, pushing her jeans-clad ass into my face.  The point where the denim seams converged between her legs was visibly damp and that alone almost sent me over the edge.  (Mistress is skilled and playing one of her boys like a cello, but seeing that she was just as turned on as I was made me feel so much more connected to her.)

Mistress jumped down onto the floor and told me to scoot down to the edge so my legs were dangling.  I then heard a zipper and realized she was getting out her new metal sounds.  Mistress slowly stroked my already strained and suffering cock, then showed me one of the long, thin sounds, my eyes following her hand down until the sound started to slide up inside my cock.  The sensation was amazing, especially as she started slowing fucking my cock with the sound, sliding it in and out.  I was moaning up a storm and she just giggled as she continued to violate my cock.  One sound came out and the next larger one went in.  I was able to take the three smallest, the largest of the three feeling the best.

With the last sound removed, Mistress then resumed her stroking of my cock.  I noticed my cock starting to get warm and realized that Mistress was dipping into the jar of peppered lube every few strokes.  The burn built slowly, but before long my cock and balls were on fire as she stroked, sending me into a frenzy of pleading and begging, confident that I wouldn’t be able to hold my cum inside any longer.  Mistress stopped and told me to be ready in a couple of hours to go out, then left. 

I immediately ran to the bathroom and wrapped a cold towel around my cock and balls, trying to get the burning to stop, my head still swimming from the amazing experience that just happened.

That night, Mistress, her husband, and I all went out to a local club called "Ground Zero".  It’s a goth BDSM club where they have local Dommes perform on stage with volunteers from the audience.  Mistress looked amazing - her hair and make-up impeccable and wearing a school girl-eqsue outfit (short skirt, white collared shirt under a gray sweater) with fishnet stockings and knee-high patent leather boots.  She was a vision of fetish and beauty and turned a few heads as we walked into the club.

Unfortunately, the club wasn’t that busy and the house Dommes, while in attendance, were not performing.  We stayed for a little while enjoying a few of the go-go dancers (her husband and I got a real show from a girl dancing on a platform near the bar who, noticing that we were watching her intently, would spin around so we could get a full view of her barely-covered ass, the thin material of her thong barely doing its job).  Eventually we went back to Mistress’s house where she had me remove her boots and massage some lotion into her feet and ankles.  (Doing this got me incredibly aroused again, proving once more that Mistress is turning me into a little foot slut as well.)

She sent me back to the hotel with a final assignment, bind my cock and listen to her podcast, then stroke to the edge with my face buried in the panties she had given me the day before.  The podcast was an incredible surprise as it was all about me!  The topic was on how to endear yourself to a Domme and she talked at length about the things I’ve been doing for her, how we met, and how much my service has meant to her.  As a capper on the day, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.  After my stroking was complete, I laid in bed, beaming with pride and afterglow from the amazing day, and then finally let my fatigue carry me off to sleep.

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Trip - Day One

I’ve been counting down to my trip to visit Mistress Trecia for a couple of months now, but the day suddenly arrived seemingly out of nowhere.  The night prior to my departure where a frantic flurry of packing and car loading and making sure I didn’t forget anything.  I also slept horribly, between being woken by the storm, my anticipation of the trip, and a nasty nightmare that I had a rollover crash on the way up there (probably some lurking fear from my previous solo road trip).

Because of all that, I woke up groggy and in a weird mood.  Mistress had a morning assignment that got my head snapped back into place before I left.  Upon getting up, I was to stroke to the edge then write "MWK" on my cock with a marker.  With each stroke, the horrible night melted away and I was once again filled with excitement about the trip.  Marking myself was just the little extra frosting, a reminder of what all this hard work has been leading up to.  I pulled out of the driveway just after 7 a.m.

In addition to the "wake up" assignment, Mistress had an additional assignment for my time on the road - I was to rub myself through my jeans as I drove for 9 minutes once every hour.  (I did have the option of trading 9 minutes for 9 full strokes, but only if I pulled my cock completely out of my pants.)  The drive up was about 7 hours, and at the bottom of each hour I started to stroke myself through my jeans.  Each time, I got further along than the last in the same amount of time, until the last round (as I was crossing the Minnesota border) left me wondering if I was going to hit the edge.

Once at the hotel, I needed to get all of the BDSM gear in my truck up to the room.  Since that included a full-sized spanking bench and Saint Andrew’s cross, things were a little interesting.  The items all folded or disassembled, so I was able to put them on a cart and wheel them through the lobby without too may weird looks.  The main piece of the cross, however, required me to carry it up the fire stairs as the elevator was a little too small for the item.

Mistress then called to say that she was running late and had errands to do and invited me along.  My original plan was this carefully crafted scene.  I left a key for Mistress at the front desk and had planned to greet her at the door to my room, naked and kneeling.  Meeting Mistress in the lobby fully dressed and then driving around for a couple of hours actually turned out to be a good thing.  We got to have some "non scene" time which helped calm my nerves.  (We also made the odd discovery that we drive the same exact same truck down to the model year and have our "MWK" stickers in the same place on the back.  Weird…)

After hanging out for a bit, we went back to my hotel room.  I presented my gifts to Mistress - I admittedly went completely overboard (Flickr set coming soon) and she was a little overwhelmed at all the new toys.  Eventually, she came over to me, took off her sweatshirt, then said, "Now you" and sat down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed.

I hesitated for a moment, waiting for the expected rush of fear, but even as I started removing my clothes it didn’t come.  Undressing in front of Mistress as she watched seemed perfectly natural.  Once naked, I knelt at her feet and bowed my head, flushed with the excitement of finally being here with her in person.  She reached up and stroked my hair, calling me a "good boy" and was completely lost in that moment.  She then grabbed my chin, lifted my head so I was looking into my eyes, and then said, "Stroke for me".

Phew.

I wanted to be cool and impressive, but it only took about 15 strokes before I was moaning and whimpering in front of Mistress, all three weeks of my current denial screaming for relief.  As I stroked, Mistress kicked off a sandal and started rubbing her toes underneath my balls and against the head of my cock.  I started begging for release, but Mistress just told me to start stroking.  She pushed my head down so it was resting on her lap, then told me to start again.  The teasing continued until I was teetering on the edge again and, once again, I was told to stop stroking. 

Before the next round started, Mistress grabbed my non-stroking hand and slid it under herself so my knuckles were strategically positioned against her sacred spot.  I could feel her heat and wetness through her pants and that alone almost sent me over the edge.  She also slid her foot so it was resting right against my cock and I immediately started humping her foot, something that caused Mistress to laugh at me.  I was so horny and denied that I was completely degrading myself just so I could get even the smallest semblance of release.

She instructed me to start stroking again, but started griding herself into my hand and brought herself to orgasm as I pleaded for my own release.  She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so she told me to stop again, causing me to whimper with frustration, something that brought another laugh out of Mistress.

Another round of stroking started, but this time Mistress told me to beg for what I wanted.   And I begged.  And pleaded.  Please, Mistress.  Please  Please  Please  P-p-p-plea-a-a-se…

Finally, she grabbed my chin again and, looking firmly into my eyes as I continued to stroke like a man possessed, said "Cum.  NOW!"  Three strokes later and I was cumming and cumming and cumming, spilling all over Mistress’s feet and the floor.  Exhausted, I fell forward with my head in Mistress’s lap where she stroked my hair.  After a few minutes, she demanded that I clean up my mess and had me lick all the cum off of her feet and ankles.  We then sat for awhile, me completely buzzing from my time in subspace.  (As a memento of our first time together, Mistress later gave me the panties she was wearing in a plastic bag.)

After a while, we went out to dinner and then back to her place where I got to finally meet Mistress’s husband.  We took him back to the hotel so he could see Mistress’s gifts and we had a good time talking until about 1 in the morning when they realized that the day was catching up with me and left so I could crash.  On her way out the door, Mistress said, "Oh, and tonight - stroke for 36 minutes before you sleep.  Good night, boy!" and left with a laugh.

Fighting sleep and orgasm, I laid in bed for the full time stroking and stroking, pulling back from the edge each time I got close, rerunning the day’s events through my head and soaking in my servitude.  My final thought as I drifted off, assignment complete, was that I hoped I could keep up with Mistress over the next four days.

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12 Hours….gulp

In 12 hours, I’m going to roll out of bed and hit the road, driving to the Great White North and Mistress Trecia.

So much to do…

My building projects are finally  all built.  I have a wee bit of upholstery left to do, but I got a good start on that before I left for work this morning.  My road music CDs are almost ready (I’m burning the final set as I write this) and I have all of Mistress’s gifts ready for loading into my vehicle.  I hit the bank this morning, so I’m cash heavy and ready to party.  I got my hair cut as planned.  Things are rapidly rolling off of my "to do" list, so I may even be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight.  (For some trips, I end up working through the night before I leave doing laundry and packing.)

I’m a wee bit distracted today due to my nearly three-week denial.  The excitement over my pending trip blotted it out for the past couple of days, but last night’s assignment brought all the pent up frustration back to the surface and I’m once again horny, denied, and stewing in my own juices leering at every moderately sexy thing I see.  (I’ve been fixated on shoes today for some reason.  I never was a "foot boy" until Mistress Trecia got into my head and made me crave those wonderful feet of hers.) 

The assignment was pretty simple, just stroke to the edge, then sleep in a pair of her panties.  She also said I could stroke to sleep as long as I had a scrap of used panties (from the "goody bag") on my nose.  About three strokes into the first half of the assignment, all of my frustration burst out and I was rock hard and dripping pre-cum onto the carpet.  I actually had to bite the mattress at the edge of the bed where I was kneeling to keep my moans from waking up my wife down the hall. 

Once in bed (and my cock and balls were covered in those wonderfully silky panties Mistress told me to wear), I placed her used panty scrap on my face.  The sensory experience was especially strong, more so that in my other sessions.  (Typically, I lay the scrap on the bed and bury my face into it.  Something about how it was covering my nose made it incredibly potent.)  My cock responded immediately and I kept stroking in my usual self-torturing way, finally willing myself to stop after three or four trips to the edge of orgasm.

During a session about a month ago, I was pleading for release and Mistress asked if I "needed" release or just "wanted " release.  At the time, I corrected myself and said I wanted to release.  I’m getting to the point now where I think I honestly do need  release.

I’m hoping that Mistress will see fit to grant me with release while I’m visiting. 

Saying that, I’m wondering now what I’m going to have to trade for that most precious gift.

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TMI Tuesday #76

Here are this week’s answers for Too Much Information Tuesday:

1. What is your favorite foreplay activity?

Giving: I love sucking a woman’s nipples and nuzzling their breasts. Kissing is a close second.

Receiving: Getting my neck kissed and feeling my partner’s hot breath on my neck is a huge turn-on.

2. Off the top of your head, how many sexual positions can you name? (The link only has 21.)

Nam shub, missionary, doggy, standing doggy, standing (after Roadhouse, now called "The Swayze"), woman on top (the Ride’em Cowboy), side scissor, spoon, horizontal spoon, suspended (swing), the Big Slick. (I think that last one might be a poker hand instead.)

3. Of those you named how many have you tried?

Nam shub, missionary, doggy, standing doggy, Ride’em Cowboy, side scissor. I’ve attempted most of the others, but don’t count them since I didn’t actually make any "contact". (Some sex positions are tough for big guys and/or big girls, especially in combination.)

4. What is your least favorite sexual position? (I did not say that it wasn’t enjoyable, I said least favorite. They can’t all be the best?)

Doggy. I love to watch a woman’s face (especially the eyes), breasts, and (for big girls) their belly during sex. I can’t see any of those from behind.

5. Have you ever cheated on a significant other?

Yes. I’ve previously posted the entire lurid tale. I have also dated multiple people at the same time when I was younger, so I guess you can count that. The worst was when I was dating a girl and her best friend at the same time in high school.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever been diagnosed a sexually transmitted disease? Have you ever been tested?

I’ve never been diagnosed. I have been tested - the Navy used to test us for HIV all the time and I’ve had several others over the past 10 years just to be safe.

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Sugasm #72

Sugasm #72

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #73? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Big-Titted Muses (http://middleurge.blogspot.com)
“In the span of fifteen seconds, these two lovers instantly own the room, the camera, the cock.”

Make it happen (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Dip two strawberries in the chocolate, eat one and feed me the other.”

Water, Water Everywhere… (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
“He pauses there, feeling the weight in his hands, then soaps my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers and thumb.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Nathalie Portman is Naked (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice
Control (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics (& videos)
Bathtub #2 HNT (http://stealthbombshell.blogspot.com)
Cockslut Column #8 (http://themilfblog.blogspot.com)
Jamie Lynn Nude (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Nikki benz episode 6 (http://boobfixxx.com)
Oh these college girls (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Pretty In Pink (http://fourstate.blogspot.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Always a Junkie (http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)
The Blind Leading the Deaf (http://talktovanessa.com)
The Early Days of Porn (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Fears and Tears (http://lastbreath.wordpress.com)
Female Genital Mutilation vs. Hoodectomy (http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog)
More Sex Sometimes Leads to More Sex (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
Skin on Skin (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

Sex Advice
Ask Evil Baby! (http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Reader Says: Ack! Ex Wants To Be Friends! What Now? (http://smutandsteff.com)

Sex Work
Sex Work and Society (http://www.principalquattrano.com)
Smooth is good, Smoother is better (http://www.longhairedgoddess.com/blog)

BDSM & Fetish
Amber (Part Six) April Fool’s (http://buttocksblog.blogspot.com)
Big O’s (http://sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com)
Do as you please with me Sir, i am yours (http://pixiepie.wordpress.com)
Exposed (http://www.timidboy.com)
Happy HNT - Hearts and fetish (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Just Rope (http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)
Meeboguest G confesses: “I suck his cock” (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
Whispers (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)

Sex Reviews
A Few of My Favorite Naughty Things Part II (http://www.taratainton.com)
Love Honey Toys Review (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Vibrating Feeldoe Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Web Cam Girls for Live Chat (http://www.connectbycam.com/blog)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
After his date. (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
Another moment of promise. (http://celebrateyournaughtiness.blogspot.com)
Ball Games (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Catch Me Off Guard (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Country Bar Bull Pickup (http://watchingmywife.blogspot.com)
First Time pt. 4 (http://kislee.naughtyblog.net)
Fuckmaker’s Paradise (http://ilichenyou.blogspot.com)
A Love Triangle (http://sharedcindy.blogspot.com)
The Soap Job (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Three Way (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
A Tiny Bed (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Until It Was Time For More (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)

Sex & Politics
Living in Sin (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)
Real Amateur College Porn (But Not How You Think) (http://mikeymongol.blogspot.com)

Jamie Lynn pic courtesy of ErotiCandy Blog.

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The Day After Tomorrow

I still have so much to do and time is running out!  I’m about 40 hours away from my scheduled departure time on Wednesday!

It’s kind of a blessing, actually.  My haste and scurry has prevented me from dwelling on my nervousness about meeting Mistress for the first time as well as stopped me from trying to plan out the road trip mile for mile in my head.  (Thank you, OCD…)  If I can keep this coasting going, I will get in the car at 9 a.m. on Wednesday, get on the highway, and then it will all hit me.  I’m burning a stack of MP3 CDs for the trip, so I’ll have plenty of music to just jam to and soak in the anticipation of the trip, everything from "what will she be wearing" to "how the hell am I going to sneak a smother box through the lobby". 

Still left on the agenda is to hit the bank, put together the freshly finished pieces of bondage furniture that have taken over my garage, do a little upholstery on a couple of pieces, pick up some wrapping paper, gas up my truck and check the air in the tires, use Google Maps to figure out a route, and….gak!  I also need to do a little primping - I’m getting my haircut tomorrow and plan to trim my beard and give my cock and balls a good once-over with the razor to make sure they are inspection ready.

One thing that’s off my list is to make an appointment for my Prince Albert piercing.  Sunday evening, Mistress and I will be going to get that done.  I’ve already discussed it with my wife and, although I don’t have explicit permission, she is okay with the idea and knows how important it is to me.  (She doesn’t realize it’s Mistress’s marking, but then she doesn’t realize the "collar" I wear is that either.)  I’ve wanted a PA for a long time but could never bring myself to do it.  Eventually, I’d love to get a Prince’s Wand or even a steel lock-on chastity cage.

I have to stop writing and focus now - I’m starting to let my mind drift ahead and, if that happens, I’m going to spend the next hour sighing and thinking about what shoes Mistress is going to arrive in…

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Busy, Busy, Busy

Okay - now I’m frantic.  It’s Sunday, my roadtrip to meet Mistress is on Wednesday, and I still have a garage full of unfinished dungeon furniture to finish and stuff to pack.

No writing - back to work!

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Crap

No post today - my Internet is down.

Update:  It seems my router is the culprit for all my outages.  I got a new one Sunday and things improved a great deal! 

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