Being Pent Up and Kink and the Dratted Schedule

One of the extensions of our kink is a fairly common one...I don't masturbate without her permission. This, predictably, leads to situations where I'm pretty pent up. Horny out of my mind, you could say.

This creates a problem (for me, anyhow) when I spend several hours a day sitting around at home after my work is done, before hers is. We text message a lot, and that helps. She's even been known to give me the go ahead to relieve pressure via text.

I don't have a problem being pent up, really. It's counter-intuitive, but tease and denial is prolly my top fetish. I thoroughly enjoy being "bottled up" and not being able to do anything about it.

But...it makes me frisky. Very frisky. I want to play, and play a lot. I want, in short, kinky sex. I start craving bondage, spankings, clothespins on nipples. I start craving assignments to scrub the kitchen floor on my knees, in handcuffs, naked. Suddenly, having to stand in the corner for a half hour is incredibly erotic.

If any of these fantasies are indulged (even just role playing them out, via text or IM), I tend to switch at some point. I start thinking about stripping a girl naked, putting her in a hogtie. Watching her crawl across the floor, bend over for a spanking. My cock gets a lil twitchy thinking about her on her knees, fixing my coffee.

The problem is, once either train of thought starts, it's VERY hard to stop them without a climax. It can be done...but usually things spiral out of control for quite some time before sleep, work, or a game becomes enough of a distraction to cool me off. Fantasies get wilder, cravings become stronger, and it's been known to put me in one of those unfulfilled bad moods.

Back to being left on my own during the latter part of the day. This is one of those unavoidable situations all real romances have...but it's possibly the biggest challenge to my side of the kink game. When I'm most wanting to put the toy bag to use, her mind is rightfully on work. When she gets home, I can't blame her for wanting to simply do nothing (I had that chance, didn't I?).

By the time her friskiness would wake up, I'm winding down...falling asleep. Many nights were barely talk to each other, never mind smack each other on the ass. Often times, the kink boils down to miscellaneous chores and errands during the day and not much else.

How does everyone out there in cyberland deal with your schedule and working in the fun? Judging by the blogs, it seems to simply be a case of "Where there's a will, there's a way"...but I know first hand how a blog can be put together to create an illusion of constant fun ;-)

---Him

A Fantasy

The carpet is soft, but the back of my mind knows it won't seem so for long. The warmth of the space is comforting...for now. It almost seems cozy in this closet, with the clothes and boxes around the edges. I look up from the floor, and your smirking face in the doorway.

"You're sure about this?" I hear the tenderness in your voice. The desire not to hurt your toy, your lover, your friend.

I nod, but feel the doubts now that you opened the door to them. I feel a little silly, kneeling naked on the floor of the closet. "Yes sugar."

You hesitate another moment more, before leaning down and giving me a kiss. I kiss back, my manhood coming to life.

"Well ok then. I'll see you in 9 hours or so." You step backwards out of the closet, closing the door behind you, cutting off the light. I hear a soft click as you pop the lock into place, and I feel the delicious thrill of being trapped.

I know in just a short while I'll regret this, the isolation, the lost hours. I'll wish I had avoided the discomfort, the boredom, the frustration. But for now, it's a damn good thing my hands are tied behind me...or I'd be breaking the rules, playing with myself.

---Him

Sometimes...

Sometimes, I really wonder if this is the right lifestyle choice. Sometimes, I'm not so sure simply loving one another is enough to make our kink match up.

Sometimes, I feel selfish. Sometimes, I feel slighted. Sometimes, I feel on top of the world. Sometimes, I think I'm the most ridiculous person ever.

Sometimes, I want to just take of this damned collar/necklace forever. Sometimes, I wish there was more to signal what an owned submissive slut man I am.

Sometimes, it's easy. Sometimes, it's very very hard.

Sometimes, I wish I were normal. Sometimes, I wish I could live out my weirdest desires.

Sometimes, I wish I was sure it all works out when everything is averaged out.

Apologies to Everyone...

...who may have been checking back in here, waiting to see when we were coming back. It's been a rough summer for kink, and in some ways the relationship itself. Between visits, almost buying a house, job changes, and overall chaos it's been hard to simply get enough sleep and rest, never mind blog or get up to hijinks.

But that said, we're back on the scene, ready to make a consistent effort to both keep the kink going in our lives and this blog. Watch this space for more, coming soon!

---Him

Birthday Spanks

So it's my birthday on Saturday and I'm very excited. I wonder if I'll get birthday spanks? I remember on His birthday last year I was sure to give Him His spanks, right in the kitchen, to be specific.

Things have been going very well. We're communicating as well as ever, and our kinky needs aren't quite getting satisfied, but I blame it entirely on the stress of living in one big room together. When we move into a bigger place in a couple months it will be different.

Last night He decided to tickle me. I hate this! So I picked up the new toy He displayed in the last post and swatted at his nipples. With His winces I started on His ass and got going for a good 5 minutes. It wasn't anything amazing, but a good round of regular discipline.

Here's to healthy lifestyles,
-Her

New Toy

I was wandering through Spencer's the other day (Oh Spencers. How amusing your toy sections are, how ridiculous, how useless, how lusty).

I've bought some nice things from Spencer's over the years...a vibrator set, a couple pairs of cuffs, a nice rubber whip, and various other novelties like keychains, and those "love dice" things.

It's a novelty shop, so I'm always suspicious of what I just handed over my money for. I don't know if that's because of any particular disappointment (maybe lingering sadness at how easy I can escape aforementioned cuffs?) or not, but for some reason I always expect the worst.

Anyway, here is the new toy...a Cat o' Nine Tails!





I'm pleased to report, that after a mere playful over-the-shirt flogging, that thing is FAR more substantial than it looks. I mean, OUCH.

---Him

Not Dead Yet!

Just a quick note to let anyone who's curious know we're not quite dead yet.



Just busy with life, for the most part. Not a lot of kink. Or sex. Or much of anything, to be honest.



But that'll work itself out.



Now excuse me, it's time to get back to cleaning.



---Him