Day: January 9, 2009

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Fuck me

Here we go again with another one of these posts related to the task my Belle Fille gave me prior to leaving on her trip. I know what you’re asking yourself. Is there anything this guys doesn’t want his wife to do to him!?

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Belle,

I know, we’ve already talked about this. You’ve already said you didn’t think you could go there. I know. I’ve gone back and forth in my own mind several times as to whether I should even bother to write about this, but you did tell me to write all the things I wanted, and this is one of them. So, here it goes…

I want you to fuck me.

This isn’t just because I like taking it up the ass. In fact, my interest in backdoor action waxes and wanes rather dramatically and I don’t always think it’s all that and a bag of chips. No, this is more about power. In our society, the one who fucks is on top while the one getting fucked is on the bottom. This is true figuratively and literally. A cock equals power and to take one equals submission to that power. No, it’s not PC and I don’t really buy into it on a practical or logical level, but the symbolism of cock power remains deeply ingrained on our psyche.

Now imagine you have a cock. Imagine you’ve got me on my knees in front of you, holding my head in place with a handful of hair, and you’re slapping the sides of my face with it. Now you’re making me suck it. You’ve got both hands full of my hair and you’re pulling and pushing on my head as my lips slide up and down on your shaft. After a few minutes, you pull me up and bend me over the bed. While grabbing my collar for leverage, you line the head of your meat up with my hole and slowly ease your fat dick into my ass until it’s balls-deep. Then you start to slowly fuck me, almost gently at first, but building momentum with each stroke until soon you’re pounding my ass senseless. Eventually, you skip a stroke, shudder, and plunge your tool all the way into me as the orgasm washes over you. You collapse onto my sweaty back, wrap your arms around my chest, and kiss the nape of my neck.

That’s power exchange. That’s domination. And that’s what gets me off.

In the little story above, I didn’t even get to come. It was all about you. I was just a hole. I know, you don’t really have a cock, but there are wonders of modern science out there that are remarkable simulations. They’re even designed to allow a woman to bring herself to orgasm through the act of fucking someone else. It’s a great time to be alive, no?

I’m not sure exactly what about the act turns you off. Maybe it’s that you’d feel stupid strapping on a dildo. Well, I don’t blame you there. But it may not be necessary. Maybe you’re worried about hygiene. I can fix that with just a little warning. Maybe the whole “butt thing” just freaks you out. I know you can play with my ass because you have a couple of times (but, to the best of my recollection, you had had plenty of wine on every occasion).

Maybe, at the end of the day, you just don’t want to fuck me. That’s cool. The marriage will survive. I never want you to do anything you’re not comfortbale with. But, like I said, you told me to write it all down. So here it is.

Yours in every way,
Thumper

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Bad day in chastity

Yesterday was just weird all the way around. I think my issue with the device was that I reassembled it after cleaning using the smallest spacer. Even though it’s only a little smaller than the one up from it (which is what I normally wear), space is so tight down there that the tolerances are small. The ring pain I experienced during the day was, I suspect, mostly the result of not lubricating it properly, but the shorter spacer might have contributed. I know it was a factor in what I faced this morning. I can’t recall ever finding myself so tightly packed into the device as I was then. Just that small difference in tube extension made my normal morning erection (which, as every guy knows, is typically the strongest of the day) push every tiny bit of open space out of the tube. My flesh was extruding out of the side vents and slit like modeling clay and my balls, which are already swollen and sore from frustration, were pulled just that much further from my body and were tight and throbbing. I tried to pee and felt the urine travel down my urethra and then just stop about halfway down the shaft. The end of the penis was pressed shut. This has happened before and usually means I have to flex my kegels to spray it out in tight bursts, but even that proved difficult and it caused the urine to burn upon exiting so I eventually gave up. Probably the most uncomfortable I’ve been in the CB-6000. Odd thing is, it didn’t occur to me to just take it off.

But take it off I did while I was getting ready for work with the thought of moving up to the second largest ring. That’s when I discovered the spacer issue. I was standing there naked (I had just come out of the shower) fiddling with the pieces when I felt something cold on my leg. Looking down, I saw a long, clear, unbroken string of what I assume was precum hanging off the end of the cock and extending to my calf. That kind of oozing has been happening off and on for about the past 24 hours or so. I’ll just be sitting there, shift a little, and feel a small squirt escape into the tube. I wouldn’t have expected this for another week, based on previous experience, but I’m sure my hyper-arousal this week has advanced the schedule a bit.

Finally, I was having a meeting this morning with some of the people who work for me and was doing a lot of getting up and down from my seat to write on the whiteboard. One time, as I sat back down, I left myself turned away from the table with my legs spread and noticed the guy next to me totally checking out the device’s bulge. He played it pretty cool and wasn’t ogling or anything, but I could see where he was looking. As nonchalantly as I could, I turned my legs under the table and dropped my hand to my lap to see how exposed I was. I’m pretty sure he was able to see the ridge of the glans molded into the end of the tube pressing through my pants. I have no idea what he thought of the show, but I can say I’m not too thrilled he got it. I’m not sure what to do about this issue. These are the baggiest pants I have. I guess I’m just going to have to start being more aware of myself or accept the fact that people are going to see it and think…well, I don’t know what they’re going to think. Maybe that I have a very short, fat erection all the time. Eventually, I suppose someone who knows what it is will see it. That’ll be an interesting day.

Belle Fille’s plane departs in about five hours. She’ll be home tomorrow afternoon. I am beyond excited to have her back. My little issue with sleep on Wednesday put me behind in finishing her task since my brain was hardly functioning yesterday evening. I have two more posts to write before I pick her up at the airport. Then, I’ll get to find out her reaction to all my gut-spilling.