MISS X TAUNTS SISSY HUSBAND

Last night Miss X visited her friends as planned. She's known these people for years. The wife's name is "Charlene" and she is a reluctant Domme, timid and occasional. He is a classic small cocked submissive, ready to be molded and put in his place permanently. Both are ravenous for Miss X's input and interested I n her injection of confidence for various reasons.

The objective for the evening was for the sub, we'll simply call him sissy, to serve the ladies dinner and learn some discipline and good old fashioned humiliation.

When Miss X arrived, Charlene was in the living room having a glass of wine and Miss X joined her on the couch. Sissy was making dinner and after half an hour "he" came out of the kitchen in a tee-shirt and pink panties. Miss X was appalled and directed him to remove everything and to crawl to the two ladies. She instructed sissy to always have his head at a lower level then the ladies. When he gave his "Yes Ma'am" too slowly, sissy had a nipple twisted until he cried like the bitch he was soon to become.

Sissy was sent scampering back to the kitchen to finish making dinner and once it served, sissy was made to stand silently while they ate. The conversation was mostly about sissy's ridiculous penis, and Miss X's suggestion that Charlene simply refuses him sex all together and trains Sissy to be the bitch he is. The face that sissy remained silent, Miss X contended, was testimony that even Sissy agreed and that he clearly wasn't a real man.

After dinner, Miss X decides she would show Charlene how to reward a sub for a job well done. She ordered sissy to warm some baby oil in the microwave and prepare a cake pan full of ice and water. Excited the sissy brought both preparations and he was ordered to drop his panties and expose his cock. Miss X applied some warm oil to her hands. Sissy was excited, but he doesn't' understand that Miss X loves to give pleasure to big pulsating cock's attached to men lie firefighters or powerful attorneys. A little dicke'ed loser only get teasing and torture.

Miss X applied her hands to his little cock and it grew as big as it could. As soon as sissy let out a little moan, he was instructed to dunk his cock in the ice cold water until he shriveled up and begged to pull it out….Miss X and Charlene chuckled at his begging and finally relented. He removed his dick, now as small as a white raisin. Then Miss X asked Charlene to join her and they both rubbed the warm oil across his cock until it was hard and glistening…and just as we enjoying the total recovery from the icy chill, time for more ice water. The hot/cold alternation technique lasted five rounds until sissy was whimpering for relief. Miss X asked if he would like the ice removed and sissy panted "yes!". Miss X told him to remove the pan of icy water and dump it down the sink.

Miss X then reached into her purse and secretly put a dab of Ben Gay on her fingers and mixed it with the baby oil and began stroking the stupid little bitch and slowly his expression began to change as the sticky overpowering heat of the ben gay changed from warmth to burning.

"Would you like some relief from the heat, bitch?" Miss X cooed.

"OH YES MISS X, YES MISS"

"But all your ice water is gone. You were so anxious to get rid of it, and now it's all gone"

The sissy shifted his weight and begged for relief but Miss X knew she had him right she wanted him. " So if Were to allow you to dip your burning cock into some ice water now…what would you do?"

"ANYTHING" he blurted out stupidly.

This was too delicious and Charlene looked on in amazement. Now the negotiations would begin.

"Call yourself a stupid cunt"

"I'm a stupid cunt Miss X"

"Can Charlene have any man she wants "

"YES MISS X!!"

"And will you stop trying to put that little putrid cock inside of her?"

Sissy stalled, and stalled a little more. Miss X began to paddle Sissy and told him if he didn't answer, she'd put more Ben Gay of his little wiener.

"YES MISS X", he cried like the bitch he was becoming, "I won't try to fuck Charlene".

The rest of the story will publish in the next day….

Miss X’s out-of-town new lover!!

It began on Thursday. Miss X began to ramp up her nearly unbearable teasing. She released me from my Cb-3000s and supervised me as I cleaned my self. She then had me lay on the bed and took a tiny bit of baby oil and began to make little circles on my penis with the tip of her index finger. I groan and moaned as its been a solid two weeks since my last orgasm, and even that was "ruined".

She breathed on my neck and made me verbalize devotion to her and that I was there for her humor, entertainment and would do anything for her. I recited the various mantras she issued. That she was in charge and that my tiny cock was never to enjoy her tight little pussy. That I was honored to suffer for her and remain chaste. After twenty minutes, I was delirious and nearly panting for release. She simply smiled and held back a giggle ad I air thrusted, craving release so badly.

She allowed me to join her on the couch and we watched re-runs of Law and Order and she had me next to her, nude, as she occasionally toyed with me. Cruelly, she ordered me back into the CB-3000s, but not with my unabated begging, which only ended when she delivered two hard face slaps and sent me to bed whimpering, dribbling and frustrated, a malleable mush, anxious to please and feeling a faggoty glow that I only get when so deeply induced into a catatonic sub-state.

Friday, Miss X announced that I was take her shopping. After work, we met in Seattle's upscale U-Village where we went to a very upscale lingerie shop called Zovo. She had me help her pick out two sexy ensembles and as I paid, the sales lady said "This is really more for you than her anyway" With a big knowing smile. I returned the smile and Miss X interrupted with a giggle. "He's never allowed sex with me anyway". The sprite late-20's sales lady gave a nervous little "Oh!" and I felt my face turning bright red.

Later we shopped at Nordstrom and Miss X picked a slinky black dress and some pricey Jimmy Choo shoes. When we got home I of course got undressed as is my requirement, and she modeled the be bra, panties and shoes for me. My tiny pecker strained against the locked up confinement and Miss X played with the key dangling between her full round breasts. "Of course you know pet, I bought these for real man, and I want you thank me now for the privilege of paying for all this". I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet, elevated by the heels and begged for release. Al this did was secure a firm spanking for myself and that night I went to bed with a very sore ass.

Saturday she announced mid-day that a handsome guy she had met when she was working in California was coming to town and she would be meeting him privately . I stayed at home and talk to other sub cucks on my cheap-ass Nite Flirt account (the paltry proceeds of which go directly to Miss X). My entire body ached for release, my body pounding with lust. Occasionally, Miss X would email me blurry photos from her rendezvous. I could tell they were in a nice restaurant, then back at a hotel.

When Miss X came home about 1:30am, she was exhausted and told me I would have to wait for this morning (Sunday) for details. Miss X told me to make her coffee and to report back to the bed room. She told me how handsome her need fuck buddy was and how magnificent his large cock felt. But rather than take her word for it, she said she did something special. She recorded 40 minutes of their loud fucking on her IPhone. I was forced to listen her moans and deep guttural cries of pleasure. At one point I heard her begging him to stick it back inside of her, and I could hear him push and grunt louder when he told him he was so much better than me.

Finally, with a look of sheer zeal on her face, Miss X told me I could cum if I met her conditions. (As if I had a real choice) I was to be impaled on a knobby dildo and she would attach two clothes pins to my nipples that she would twist as I came. OF course, I gratefully agreed and came as hard as I ever had. My nipples throbbing in pain, and I was fully satiated for the first time in many weeks.

The rest of the day we spend at the Ballard Farmer's Market, sipping wine, buying veggies and sampling various treats and listening to the struggling buskers.

It was a great weekend!!

NEW POLL! and my frustration grows....

Well, nearly 50% of you voted that I should only cum on major holidays and my birthday, if I please Miss X. As it is, the only orgasms I am getting are ruined.

Our new poll is up and we're curious what you think is most humiliating. PLEASE VOTE!

Miss X is planning another outing with her new kinky friend Kiah. In the meantime, its been three weeks since I last came and my frustration is growing. Miss X loves to tease me. Just sleeping next to her warm, forbidden body makes it hard to sleep.

Recently Miss X wanted a cup of coffee and she had me drive through a local espresso stand called "Cowgirls Espresso" , where the sexy baristas prance in panties and pasties. Miss X's little way of keeping me stmualted. If the sexy 20 something only knew i was also wearing panties.

We are also palnning a weekend getaway to Portland, which pormises to be a fuck and humialtion fest.....should make for some blogging.

MIss X hits town w/ girlfriend...finds new lucky lover...

Miss X has a wicked new girlfriend, Kiah*, an edgy, tall gal pal she's known for some years, but recently they've been going out for a drink here and there and revelations have been coming. Turns out Kiah is wild and a bit of boy chaser.

One of the things I love about Miss X is that she is comfortable in any environment. Posh five star hotels or the workin' man's bar at the end of the pier. Kiah prefer local stomps and she invited Miss X to the "Hennigan's Road"*, an established local pool table and two handle keg house.

Throughout they night they laughed, and joked, sharing past ribald experiences and little by little Miss X is realizing that Kiah would make an excellent "partner in crime", for they both have similar likes. Big dick'ed men and a little hurt when it comes to certain men. They are both not shy to the thought of delivering a bitch slap to a well deserved male.

As the weekend evening out turned more flirty, Miss X began sending me photos via her IPhone. Two girls laughing, while I saayed home and dutifully did laundry, cleaned the kitchen and moaned and my ability to touch my puny cock that is locked tightly in my CB-6000s.

As the evening grew later, the photos became a bit more quizzical. A blurred photo of them leaving the bar, what looked to be a third party? Hard to tell in the fuzzy Fellini-esque photos of dark shadows, green felt and neon. As Miss X told me she might crash at Kiah's house, I wasn't too concerned that I didn't hear from her.

The next day, Miss X told me what a great time she had with Kiah, and that she expected the wild play to escalate, she had a new kinky playmate. ( Miss X is straight and not bi, but game to go on the make and hunt in a pack) I Was busy at work and Miss X missed each other due to our busy schedules. But when I cam home the next night, there was a card waiting for me. The first line of the card told me to make sure to be wearing panties while I read the note.

I went and grabbed my black silkies, Miss X likes to keep me in a state of semi-feminized disgrace to remind me of my position when I am reading about her superior lovers. I knew this note would be meaningful. It was an over-sized card and the first panel was quite a lovely melange of remembrances. This is an anniversary for us, four years of togetherness, and she discussed some of the loveliness of making a relationship work. The second and third panel described what happened that night at Hennigan's Road.

Miss X met Kiah and her boy Toy Phil. Turns out Phil has a brother, David, and the four of them spent the night flirting and drinking until Miss X decided to go home with David . Miss X graphically described how great it felt to deep throat his large veined cock...my little member twitched helpless in its prison. She told me how she rode his thick rod to multiple orgasms until she crashed into a satisfied ball on the bed. She reminded me how she deserved this pleasaure and that it was my duty to encourage her.

I sat twisting in my pathetic pool of precum, oozing through my tight black panties, knowing that the next time we meet, I may be the bitch getting fucked by her big black rod.

Since the card, Miss X told me she fully expects to take Kiah to a swingers club where she gang bangs herself to sexual satisfaction. As I write this post, my body is craving release and my submissive nature is at full throttle...



*names of persons or local bars are changed for privacy purposes.

NO TOUCH TORTURE

Last night was supposed to be pretty domestic and pedestrian, with the two of uswatching Miss X's favorite TV shows.

Alas, she had other ideas.

My little four incher securely locked away, she announced that she didn't want to be distracted by me whiel she enjoyed her programing. She escorted me to the bedroom, had me lay on the bed and made sure I was comfortable, and tied my hands. She then put headphones on me and took out the portable DVD player and let me know that while she enjoyed her programs, I would get to watch real cocks fuck tight little pussies, and I was to consider the whole time that I was never to have sex with her or anyone else.

She told me to pay particular attention to the climax scenes and how the girls swallowed and savored every drop, because as a locked up dickless wonder, that was my future too. For an hour and a half, my little cock pushed against that barbaric cage of frustration. My hard cock throbbing agasint the cage, the sounds of sex, moaning and growing, orgasmic squeals from women I could never have. A sound my puny cock could never illicit. All that pleasure is reserved for the virile big cock'ed men, relegating me to the only mission I have, and that is pleasing Miss X.

The DVD ended before her TV shows and I fell into a shallow sleep, my cock weeping droplets of pre-cum frustration, driving me into a dreamlike madness of libedo and desire. Cruelly, she came into the room nearly nude, chucckled softly, stoked my body lightly and kissed me good night, and whispered in my ear "this is your life, you pathetic cocksucking concubine, revel in it..."

LOCAL DOMME CELEBRITIES and other musings...

In Washington, we have two very prominent pro and lifestyle Domme with excellent blogs. These ladies are real, both have scintillating senses of humor and issue lots of pratical advice.

Mistress Matisse is a gorgeous, poweful woman with a wry smile, excellent taste and a prolific blogger. She's a must "Follow" blogger. Also, professionally publishedin a renown local 'zine.

Mistress Milliscent is also astoundingly beautful, and idolic icon of Seattle whippery :) and she too writes wonderful blog.

Both the aforementioned Goddesses have lots of wonderful, amusing , insightful and quality content.

Of course, my own Miss X is the love of my life and my Domme Extrodinaire. This state is blessed with quality powerful laldies!

Not in Washington, but a very sexy blog is MY SEXY HOTWIFE, great photos and rollicking commentary of a life serving a Hot Wife.

The weather is unseasonably warm in Seattle today, the first full day locked in chastity, and the skimpy clothes and lovely ladies strolling around Green Lake or indulging n a Baskin Robbins two scooper have no idea how they are frustrating me. Can't wait to see Miss who is due in late tonight or early tomrrow.

In my new CB-6000s, thoughts, fears and fun...

Yesterday I finally found a configuration that seems to work on the CB-6000s, the "s" standing for small cage, since my cock is so minuscule.

When I am completely soft I could pull out, but then there is no way to get back in, so for the most part, its pretty secure. Ultimately, I'll need a PA Piercing in order to be held 100 % in chastity.

This model is much more comfortable the the CB-2000 which i have tired to wear in the past and it just didn't work without damaging my cock.

Its amazing how having your cock locked up makes you feel almost instantly. Helpless, servile, silly, with an almost untenable urge to touch yourself. It is erotic and esoteric, frightening to give up the power. I am doing practice runs now until Miss X gets back.

I fantasize about a new world for me, in which I become a sexual clown for Miss X, an emotional punching bag for her sexual fun. Once I am locked up, I immediately feel less significant as a man. Not quite a woman, but a bitch nevertheless. This is scary, because I like my life as it is to a degree, but also know I need to be pushed to be the sub male I truly am.

Colorful scenarios swirl through my brain in whcih I am transformed into Miss X's foil for humiliation. More thoughts and updates to follow soon...

Miss X prepares for more and GREAT NEWS!

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She's Baaaaaack! And Humilaition returns....

Miss X arrived yesterday about 8pm and I was waiting for her as she requested. Nose on the floor, ass in the air, naked, exposed humiliated. Ths house was immaculate and stocked with treats and little gifts for Her.

I was waiting on my hands and knees in this position for about 15 minutes when I heard her enter. She seemed delighted to find me with my ass in the air, emasculated and there for her amusement. She chuckled and walked about, and finally handed me a present for me to wear. A rather large pig nose that you wear with an elastic string.

She taunted me, chuckled at my ridiculous position and gave me some rather hard spanks. I was stuck in my new chastity device, gladly suffering for her delight. She began to tickle my "under carriage" with a big flouncy feather and then snapped a hair clip to my tender balls.

More slaps and spanks and then a rude digital entrance into my tight asshole, that soon became a careful probing with a progressively larger bumpy hand held rubber butt stick. I need more ass training, as Mistress has made it clear I am take larger and larger dildos since I am , quite clearly, a bitch and not a man. My cock was dripping and after she was done taunting me, allowed me to rise and rejoice in her return. She looked devastatingly beautiful, dressed in all black, curve and delectiable.

We relaxed and I prepared her a small supper and wine. When she finished, she made a few calls, caught up with some friends, and then casually made a call to one of her lovers to arrange time to get a satisfying fuck and to play with the expensive, sexy multi-function dildo I bought her. More humilaition for me, but clearly an honor to provide Her with an instrument of pleasure.

Her scheduling a fuck date was driving me insane. Now unlocked and my little dick swininging in the air, she decided to pounce on me, coming across the room and in an unexpecteded frenzy, she began jacking my cock quickly with an intense fist pumping rage, then backing off just before I could cum. Then, she engulfed my entire cock for just moment in her warm soft mouth , pumping up and down, and then alternated this practice of pleasure, tease and denial. And itwas so fast and fursiou it wasnt' somethign you could quite absord or enjyo fully, more like a design to qucikly make me cum without savor. Finally she brought me right to the brink and I announced I could not hold back. She immediately backed away, and pinned my arms down and it was too late. My cock spasmed and a huge volcano of cum gushed forth, but the pleasure was minimal as she refused to touch me and denied my access to my exploding tiny pecker. It was a classic "ruined orgasm". The frustration far out-pacing any minimal pelasure I dervied. A precious rare orgasm shunted before it truly began. She laughed in wicked hsyteria, thrilled at my red face, and my retreating pathetic little dick. The orgasm that never really happened, but clearly more than I deserved. Obviously I am quite grateful.

It was so wonderful to wake up to her today, feeling her firm curvacious womanly delights. She allowed my fondeling knowing it only serves to frustrate me more and reminding me as she often does that I will never the ability to satisfy her and never feel her tight little cunt.

This will be a wonderful week!

The Return of Miss X

So after suffering in a bland vanilla morass, the gorgeous tempestuous Miss X is returning on Monday! I can hardly wait!!!!

For a peek into my world, here was her email to me (slightly edited for privacy):

"Hello useless groveling sub...



I will be your girlfriend when I arrive (after a suitable greeting offered by you as a sub), but after I have visited with my friend, on Sat. you will be my obedient pet; you will prepare a lunch for us (with cheese, fruit and salami), and a little libation as well. After the concert we will be attending , you may be rejuvenated and joyful, but you have not had any punishment and a long, hard spanking will be necessary. This is at my whim and discretion.


While I am home you will serve me and serve me with pleasure. Seeing as you did not send any Dilettantes, I fully expect to see some waiting for me, as well as a suitable tribute (your ass? a new dildo? femdom books? a gift card to have my hair done? a strapping young stud awaiting your call to come and service me while you watch???....)I also fully expect, that as I call you just before my arrival, you are to be prone-ass high in the air, nose touching the ground-with your door unlocked.

Looking forward to the future-

Miss X

WHAT A CUCK COMES HOME TO...

This week has been another hectic one for me and Miss X, and the last few days I've been sick with flu like symptoms.

Tonight, Miss X had been looking forward to her date her at home with a guy she's seen once before. A heavily hung 28 year old. After working all day and hurting badly most of the day, I couldn't muster up much enthusiasm.

This was discouraging to Miss X but what to do, her lover was on the way!! So we sent her real man a text explaing tht wussy me was ill. He texted back and thenc alled and Miss X out of ploite obligation explained to hi taht she was taking me out to dinner and to relax.

But you just can't deprive my glorious Mistress of cock for too long, so instead, she sent me out to bring back Chinese and shooed me away for a good hour and half. She sent me a text telling me she was coated in cum , that she was giddy and came two times.

I came home and was anxious to hear the details, but alas my Goddess had a bit too much wine so no real details were forth coming, but the evidence of her fun was right there for to me...sending me back into my roiling of stew of permanent denial and realization of my inadequacies.

I have not cum in 19 days.

TORTURE TEASE TODAY..

Miss X is particularly devilsh these days, giddy over meeting a couple of her lovers in the next couple days and relishing my humiliation and torture. Today she Started to taunt me by pull out my short pubic hairs one by one with tweesers and then gliding my little cock between her lips, driving me insane andIv'e had no really touching two weeks.

She very gifted at "the Tease" and can sense when I am about to peak, giggles, and backs away, leaving me moanign pelading and ready to agree to about anything. I beg to stick my cock inside her as she slide her pussy lips against my dinky shaft and laughed uproariously when i asked if i could slide in for just a moment. After keeping me on the edge for a good 40 minutes, she went about her day leaving me quite literally panting and pelading and hoping for her to real man's cock soon...fucking her hard in our bed.... so maybe, just maybe, I will get to cum....

THE GLORIOUS MISS X IS SEEKING SPRING TIME COCK

My glorious and exalted Mistress has been having fun lately, flirting with potential fuck buddies while continually reminding me of my Lilliputian penis.

The weather has finally turned deliciously dry and warm in Seattle (warm in Seattle is mid-60's this time of year) Its been a particularly lovely blooming season with rhododendrons and azaleas competing for bees and butterflies with the finest array of bright flowers seen here in decades. We've enjoyed the city with walks through Seattle's verdant parks and along the waterfront.

I am counting the days until Miss X must go back on the road for business with dread, but understanding. Have her ubiquitous splendor near me every day has me spoiled.

With fear, trepidation and excitement I await the arrival of my chastity device, a small cage (of course) CB-6000. Meanwhile I am regulated to the panited bitch on the sidelines while The Goddess seeks hung and horny cock monsters to satiate her omnipresent lust for pleasure.

Today she may be meeting a guy from the US Army...

NEW HUMILIATION AND SWEET RELEASE

Yesterday Miss X had one of her long time liasions over for a little fun. For those of you following this blog, you know She loves to watch men jack off. She stares at a pumping fist likee a cat about to devour a mouse.

She had a friend over who she's known longer than me, and I was actually supposed to be gone but circumstances kept me here, so I stayed quietly n the bedroom while they chatted in the lving rooom. She let him know that i was in the other room and rather than make him nervous, it seemed to inspire him! In fact, for the first time ever, he finger banged her and I could her familiar moans of pelasure...qucikly he was cumming hard and after he was shuttled out the doors, Miss X prudly had me lick her messy fingers....

Much more happened but my time is short, so part II will follow.

A weekend of varied kink and fun!

This was a very busy weekend indeed and too much to encapsulate with the time I have to blog today, so I will hit the highlights!

Miss X and I had a delightful time strolling about beautiful Seattle on Sunday, noshing , taking in the warm sun and the plethora of fashionable boutiques. We are fortunate enough to lviv downtown, which affords us quick access to lots of wonderful venues.

Friday night we went to a private "mingles" party where like minded sex focused others gathered and it was a bit slow and pokey but the people were very nice; we shall return next week. On Saturday, we had a long frank talk and wrote down our thoughts and game plan for each other. "Communication is so critical." The phrase is trite, the practice is not and it is an acquired art form requiring dicsipline and mutual respect. We laid down some rules and guideposts for each other, recognizing that our relationship has to remain supple and flexibile and at the same time, stout.

She also devleoped a list of things for me accomplish this week, including finding her more suitable fuck buddies. Shamefully, a task I much enjoy.

Miss X decided to shave my chest hair and pubic region, a humiliating experience, and she enjoys the removal of the last vestiages of masculinitny that are remianing. I am now to be nude or in panties when home with her, my bald little cock bouncing about to her giggles and gaffaws.

She also wrote in huge letters across my stomach "CUCKOLD PUSSY" and a "Tiny Dick" with an arrow sign poiting down and ordered me to wear this all week to keep me immersered in the reality of my plight.

Many times through the weekend, she brought me to the brink of orgasm, watching me writhe and wriggle in unededing torture. She also extended my cahstity until next Friday because I coudl not find a magazine she wanted.

Lastly, she also anounced that she would be doing no housework, that was all up to me now.

Tomorrow, Miss X has a very special event planned for me! Check back to read the details...

Writhing in a submissive mental state

Miss X liked the email I send her yesterday and ordered me to post it for all to read as further humilation for me.

"Goddess,

i woke today feeling mentally molded and chained to my Goddess. My balls are heavy and my deep cravings pounding through my arteries and veins like a mind controlling drug. I am mentally becoming resigned to your whims.

Your steady daily flow of cutting words are brain washing me into truly being your chaste and helpless bitch, owned by you and dependant on living my life adhered to your whims and smirks, feeling your love and disdain in equal quantities.

I woke up dreaming of giving your little pussy a heartfelt kiss, a silent acknowledgment to that which controls me and that i can have never have and don't deserve. I want to be shaved and emasculated for you, hairless and pantied and ridiculed.

I dream of the days when muscled big cocked men are driving deep into you, and you look into my eyes with that satisfied look that only a good fuck can bring...you knowing the pain and shame I am enduring, wanting so much to be the one inside you and knowing it just can't be. Seeing you spoiled by the big dick I can't ever give you.

Wanting to share my life with you as your darling pathetic cherished pet that can never give you what a real man should. Living a life where you remind me of my place, loved as not other, while at the bottom of the your totem pole.

Teased to the bring, manipulated, slowly trained to crave pain as much as pleasure. Confusing your love for a slap. Relish your tender touch, your slightest brush your lightest frustrating touch on my cock and your bitch slaps and spankings with equal desire.

Craving your lick on my cock as much as your humiliating comments. Always striving to impress you.

Always trying to prove my worth you. Loving you as a girlfriend and a Mistress with equal amounts of effort and sincerity.

I'm off to work, with my desire roiling, realizing I can't cum for another week, resigned grudgingly to that frustrating fact and understanding it is what is best for me,

love and humility.,

t"

A day of fun and filthy fantasies..

Miss X and I had a lovely yesterday...we chatted over morning coffee and went about our morning rituals, including a peek a the highlights of American Idol on DVR. I'm an Idolite and music fantatic and will share my favorite moments with Miss X.

We then drove about and wandered through the city , something we both enjoy before stopping for lunch as one of our favorite neighborhood spots. The highlight of the day was a long frank conversation about some painful events in the past for us both. Its cathartic and useful to illumainte some gnawing mental tribulations. Sunlight cures dark corners. We are communicating better than ever, mostly due to some commitments I've made to being more open, and Miss X is also very measured and serene in her ability to explain her feelings to me in a thoughtful non-confrontational style.

We also made plans for a VERY naughty weekend, you'll jsut have to come back to this blog to hear about it . HINT: More big cocks for Miss X, more frustration for me. Miss X sent me reeling with one she verablized one of her rediculously demented fantasties that rocked me to the core, while intriquing and delighting me. She'd like to get a big well hung dominate guy to come over. I would be sent to the bedroom with the orders that I was not to disturb Misstress for any reason while she watched her favorite television show. Of course, while the show was on, the male Dom could do anything he wanted with me, and my cries and pleas would be ignored. In fact, I'd have to be quiet so as not to distrub Mistress.

She envisions me being orally raped, choking on his big cock, and being violated in the most degrading way while she nibbles on a little plate of snack I prepared for her, drinking her wine and letting the Dom enjoy his victim. Of course, this disturbingly horriffic and deeply erotic story has kept my little cock turgid ever since.

Midday, Miss X and I parted ways and she spent the night at a friends while I worked. Its been a week since I've cum, and the haivng Her back in my midst, teasing me and taunting me is driving me insane with desire . It is amazing how changes my attitudes and perspectives. If more men were kept chaste, it would be a different a world, indeed.

JACK OFF JACK OFFS!

So its no secret that Ms. X loves to watch thick big cock, its always been one of her most stalwart personal fetishes. And why not? There are plenty of men, millions even, who would love to stoke their man-meat while a beautiful woman licks her lips and watches intently. In fact, Ms. X has a few hung fellows she's seen occassionally over the years who are respectful, prompt and delighted to have an opportunity to perform. Let's face it, this is VERY erotic. And if Miss X is in the mood and likes the bloke, he might get a little head and maybe, just maybe, a little more!

But here's the rub (pun intentional). .. You would think a simple Craig's List ad would be a slam dunk easy way to recruit lovers and jerkers for the Fabulous, sensual, delightful Miss X. Not so! While she has met some delightful people this way, including moi, her future husband, the site is rife with phony players, flakes and phonies. To wit: two nights ago a guy insisted he was coming over, we had his phone number, he said he was coming, we waited an hour and ...NO SHOW! He text messaged me the next day and said he had an "emergency". Sure ya did, assbite. Oh well, there's always tomrrow.

The next day: We are fortuante enough to live in a very trendy Seattle waterfront neighborhood, so last night we ventured to some wonderful happy hours and imbibed a bit early in some wine and amazing appertizers. The conversation was light and fun, including Her assertion that on our weeding night I wil not be fucking her, it'll be the man or men of her choice to connsuamte our marraige and put and exclaimation point on the futlity of my sexual abilites, including the possiblity of an old lover of her's of whom I amquite jealous. A strapping guy she once proclaimed broought her the best knee weakening oragasm of her life. A firefighter with perfect pecs.

So the mood was pefect and Miss X decided that , well, what the hell... she was a feeling happy, why not get a guy to come over RIGHT NOW and pound her little tight pussy hard while I watched helplessly as a bigger man ravaged her. Cock procurement is a primamary function of mine as her subby cuck. Our ad clearly said she was READY NOW.

The first guy said he was coming from a suburb 20 minutes away and he had to "take a quick shower." A few texts and POOF, he disappaered, another NO SHOW. Cleverly, I had a back up, a guy "10 minutes away". He said he'd come over, then lamley explained he was getting tired. another NO SHOW. My final option was a big strapping black dude who also said he could come over, but later said "tomorrow or so will be better" another NO SHOW.

By now the mood was gone, Miss X was snoozing and I was watching American Idol, my little cock, as usual, oozing pre cum and thumping with frustration. The bottom line is I failed in my mission to get Miss X the cock she needed so I am sure in the coming days I will be punished for this. But it amazes both of us how many men are simply pathetic wankers without follow-through.

MONDAY NIGHT FROLIC,,,

Miss X arrived last night and we enjoyed a delightful lunch, and my thoughts drifted off to her meeting with a new fellow who was simply going to jack off for her...she loves to watch big cocks and since she's stuck with mine, who can blame her?

When we arrived home, Miss X began teasing me...playing with me here and there. Giving me a "faux job", her mouth hovering over my cock, with an occassional lick to remind me of the greatness other men get. Driving me insane with the one finger trick. Amazing how one finger and a little baby oil can make a man crazy! Her reasing is delicious cruel...occassionaly feding me my pre-cum and laughing at my patheticness.

Soon she was primping and preening, making herself beautiful for the arrival of her new friend. She ordered me to get her a glass of wine and I took a sip from her glass without asking. I was ordered to stand before her and she dielvered a sold blow to my balls which sent me stumbling bakcwards onto the bed, much to her dleight as proven byher hearty giggles. I won't make that mistake again!

Her date arrived and I sat duitfully in the bed room, listening to theie light conversation, in my pool of humiality as I herad her gush over his huge cock. She twittered about how much bigger he was than me, at least twice as large. There conversation ended and I herd the unmistakable sounds of her givng a luciosu blow job. This would not just be a jerk off session, and that was validated shortly thereafter by her ecstatic monas as his big pole entred her, I could hear the greatfullness in her voice from being filled fully with real cock.

Me? Sitting helpleesly with my tiny useless nub, greatful my Mistress was getting the pleasure she so deserves.

The deep groanns contnued untl her pulled out, whipped off his condom and came copiously across her ample bosom. Soon, she was drifitng into a satisfied sleep, while I was left cleaning up the condom wrappers, beer and wine glasses, etc..I wanted to taste her well used pussy, but that would be for another day...

The kinkfest is on!

Today's post will be brief as I have a had a very busy day, both working and scrubbing the house in anticipation of Miss X's return. Shopping for her favorite foods, wine, etc..

Today I placed two ads at Miss X's direction. The first is for large cocked men to come over and jack off for her. Of course, if at any point she finds the guy attrative and as the incliation, she just might fuck them. That's always her right.

The second is a similar ad, except the guy is to jack off on me, while she enjoys the humiliating show. Details and maybe even pictures to follow...