Deep breath. And... relax. Here goes

Thanks for the suggestion! We tried dice a few times over the last months. In the end we decided that wasn't for us - or actually I think I decided mainly. The dice seemed to take control away... I slightly blush to admit this! Sal

 

After a rather tiresome ending to last week - emergency domestic repairs etc, everything got sorted and I'm pleased and rather proud to say that My Pete is completely 'in the zone' now - or 'TFD' as he and I call it. I can tell he can barely think of anything else at the moment and I'm loving the way he looks at me. We were out with the gang this evening and one of my friends said to me it's so obvious that 'he really fancies you'. The thing that's surprising to me is that, just like people here told me, but I didn't believe, even though he's desperate for sexual attention, he seems to be focused on me. There were lots of nice looking women in the restaurant tonight and I honestly wouldn't blame him for having the occasional look but for someone who's totally depserate, he seemed strangely undistracted by them. It's scary but fun.

When we got back, we chatted with my hand on his cage and kissed. He seemed to get a little moist! I asked him what had happened and he said, "Just desperate". I don't think either of us can last much longer
Sal

 

@Jessica Alexander you have some great ideas. Earlier this week he was about as desperate as I've ever seen. I had been winding him up verbally and with texts as much as I could and he was pretty much unable to concentrate on anything else - he started to follow me around from kitchen to sofa and back. I'd been desperate to be filled too but then got waylaid by biology.

On Wednesday after shaving under the ring I was applying the cream. I could see he was excited - I was being careful just to hold it out of the way when I realised that he was very close to coming. I let him go immediately and he calmed down a bit. I told him I was going to lie on the bed and that I wanted him to put Dora into the strap-on harness. He asked me why, as he knew that I wouldn't want it inside me in my condition. I just told him nicely to please do what I asked and to make sure Dora was nice and warm.
I kept half an eye on him while he splashed about in the sink and fiddled with the adjustments, to make sure he didn't play with himself and got candles and things ready in the bedroom.

The last time he'd used Dora in this way he'd had his cage on. This was quite different. Nobody told me that seeing a man with two members would be very odd indeed and mostly, at first at least, I just wanted to laugh but I stopped myself because I thought it might break the spell. I asked him to lay on his back, propped up a bit on cushions and not to worry about me. I said this would be just for him and asked him not to ask any questions. We kissed and I paid as much attention as I could to his nipples - I could tell he was pretty close. Then I asked him to watch me while I did the whole 'cock-worship' routine on Dora. It felt strange because the real one was obviously aroused and flapping about underneath and from side to side. I ignored the real one completely and gave fuIl attention to Dora. I told him how I loved the shape of it, how excited I would feel stroking it, how I was looking forward to being filled. Every now and then, I found my mind wandering and I felt as if I was watching myself acting. With him still watching, I took it in my mouth and then started to give him - it, that is - deep strokes with lubed hands and simply asked whether he thought he could come for me. And he did!!!! It didn't spurt all over the place but just dribbled out and kept dribbling for ages while I continued to play with Dora and say naughty things.

We untied the contraption, cleaned him up and I popped the ring and cage on for him. He laughed and asked me 'how was that for you'? I told him that it had felt a bit weird but much more exciting than I'd expected because arousing him excites me. And I asked him how it had been for him and he said, and I quote, "Mindfuckery beyond mindfuckery". He said I had made him come, or at least made him have a ruined orgasm by fiddling with a prosthetic cock and he really wasn't sure how he felt about it. But he was kind of laughing as he said it, so I know he's ok.

About an hour later he asked when we can have 'proper sex' and I said we just need him to get nicely desperate again and my body back to being available. I noticed that by last night he already seemed pretty desperate again - watching me while I was doing the dishes etc.

So, @Jessica Alexander I don't know if this is exactly what you were suggesting in your last post, but you inspired it. Thank you. If someone had said a year ago that I would have had a strap-on worn by My Pete, in my mouth I would have said 'Yuck, yuck, yuck' and ran a mile. Now it just seemed like a whole lot of fun.

Sal.

 

Hello dear CM people. I'm afraid this has been a difficult time. A bit over a month ago I went in to one of my late shifts at work, and yet again the footage hadn't rrived for me to edit. So they sent me off home. When I got back, I walked in on MyPete and Laura. They were just having a drink but looked really startled to see me and little things out of place in the bedroom told me there was more going on. She left pretty quickly and of course I had the confrontation. Fortunately, he's a terrible liar, so (I think) he didn't even try. All I can say is, thank goodness for the cage and key because it could have been worse. It was still bad though.

He said she'd phoned for me a week or two earlier (he had given me the message that she'd called) an they'd ended up chatting, having a heart to heart etc. He said she'd asked him how he was doing and when he said 'desperate', she had said that she felt the same way. She'd told him her husband didn't take much interest in her, at least that way. It sounded like they flirted on the phone and arranged that she'd come round 'for a chat' one evening when I would be at work. I asked him to show me his keys - they hadn't been used. I asked him to tell me what they had done, which was like getting blood out of a stone. It sounded like she had benefitted from the oral skills I've taught him. Yuck. He said I had no idea how desperate he was and when he met someone else who was aalso frustrated, he 'couldn't help himself wanting to help her'. I gave him a lecture about honesty and told him how he'd breached my trust and told him to go and stay with his mum for a couple of nights. When he'd gone, I sat down and cried for a while.

The next day, I got a load of texts from Laura, asking to meet. I ignored them. The day after that she appeared on my doorstep. I was about to slam the door on her but I could see she'd been crying and probably hadn't slept - she looked in an awful state. She came in and we just stood in the hall. She told me her husband hadn't been interested in her for a while. She had felt rejected and unattractive and when she'd visited MyPete and me previously, she could tell that he found her attractive. They had flirted on the phone. She said she'd come round expecting to chat but ended up feeling 'completely out of control'. She was very upset telling me this - on the verge of tears. She said that knowing they couldn't have sex because he was locked meant that both their defences were down. I asked her what they had done and she had the same story as My Pete had told me. I asked rather sarcastically whether she enjoyed it. She said she knew it was wrong but she'd felt 'completely wanted'. She started crying and asked if I realised how lucky I was, to be desired. I asked her if they'd had sex -she said no, but admitted that they might have if he hadn't been locked. I asked if he'd come. She said no. And, I don't know why asked this, but I asked her if she had come. She was properly crying and she said, "You trained him so well". Then a bad thing happened. I asked her to look at me and I slapped her. It was a proper slap that really hurt my hand. We looked at each other completely shocked and she just left.

MyPete came back after a couple of nights away, full of apologies. He slept on the sofa for a few days and it was very awkward indeed at home. I got a whole load of texts every day from Laura saying sorry in every conceivable way. I answered one only - that I didn't want to talk to her for a month. And I said to MyPete that we could be friends again but neither of us was going to talk about sex, or do anything sexual for a month. He was snivellingly sorry. The month is up today.

I think he and I are friends again. He hasn't mentioned sex once in the past month. And I haven't been able to maintain my anger with Laura, though I haven't communicated with her at all over this time. And here I am again, feeling less trusting than I was before but not angry any more and wondering what to do next.

About two weeks ago I confided in an old friend. She said that what had happened maybe wasn't that surprising, given that Laura had been pretty intimate with My Pete, albeit with me around (I didn't spell out the details) and that he was very desperate and maybe Laura was too. My friend said, 'hormones can make people do funny things'.

So apologies for yet again going silent, but now we're up to date again. I feel a bit better writing this.

Sal.

 

We just had a proper big kiss. I had a little cry and I think he might have done too. We're going to be ok. Sal