Today was a typical sex Saturday. No Fem or CD. Just shome hard caning on my ass, scratches down my back and hard face slaps, all which still hurts an hour later. For sex my wife put the tightests most painful nipple clips on me and tried to lift me up by the chain that connects them. She ordered me to finger her pussy while she made me scream in pain from the nipple torture. When I was screaming she came fast. Then she put Tiger Balm on my balls, grabbed her vibrator with one hand and my now hot balls with the other and squeezed them so hard that one ball popped out of the cock ring. She used to treat them more gently until she learned that she could squeeze them flat without damaging anything. Now she loves to make them sore for a week. THen she clawed my back until I screamed again which made her cum hard. After she came twice (she once had 17 orgasmins in a 5 hour period, she wanted a back scratch and massage which I gave her. When she was laying on her stomach all relaxed she told me to tongue her ass as she did not shower before sex like she normally does. I love her smells and have been used as her toilet in the past. I tongued her dirty hole until she asked me if it was clean. I gave it one last hard lick and told her it was clean. She then left the room leaving me to clean up and put the toys away. Sometimes she will give me a Viagra and unlock me so she can tease me inbetween serving her needs. I usually get a ruined orgasm as my wife loves the sound of disappointment I make when she removes her hand right before I ejaculate. I do not feel a thing when she does it. She is good at ruining my orgasms. I almost always have to ask her if I came or not since I do not feel a thing other than my cock pumping. We basically use chastity for BDSM stuff. Chastity is not the main fetish; BDSM is yet chastity is always happening so it drives our BDSM play. No femdom. No cross dressing but we did try it at the very beginning because that is what we saw on porn. Since then we have learned to do things as we like to and not imitate porn. With porn all you feel is sexual excitement and not real emotions and pain/pleasure. It was like when we tried cuckolding. My wife did not even orgasm and I was not excited at all like I was when I jerked off to cuckolding porn. We learned that real life is not like porn from that lesson and others. We learned that what excites us in porn may not do so in real life. My wife does want a sissy husband. Never met a wife who did and we knew a lot of fetish people from our poly circle of friends and local BDSM club. Met cuckolds, bi males and females but never a sissy. I see it a lot in chastity porn but I think most in chastity are not looking to become sissies. Nothing wrong with that if you are into it, but not a requirement of chastity. I did have a CD friend for a year but he only dressed as a female when alone with his wife or on his favorite holiday, Halloween when he was free to be a girl. Great guy and a Biker too. Had a beard. Yet he loved to wear female clothes and still was my good friend until we moved.
Goodness, your story rings so true with mine, except I am forced to sleep upside down in a freezing waterfall, while the local under 25s virgin ladies competitive yoga team slice parts off my body for some weird yogic human sacrfices that they claim keeps them young and supple. And are they young and supple! Twice daily they literally bend over backwards into some kind of pretzel and force me to gorge myself on their delicous virgin jade palaces, while my toes are set on fire. I have only eaten two pieces of rice a day since winning $176m on the lottery 7 years ago, but to be honest with you I am very grateful for the opportunity to serve such wonderful women. You and I are so alike, I kind of think we might be serving the same goddesses.
You sure do make fun of a lot of people here. Either that, or you're being honest and your life defies any limits that the rest of us have become accustomed to in society. Perhaps both?
I actually can’t take the post seriously after this. From this simple typo, I had an urge to read it as if you were Sean Connery… I don’t know if that enhances the situation or not. Anyway. Thanks for sharing.
It is all real. My wife and I lived in a poly triad for 30 years with a girl we both loved who was into BDSM. I have been to 21 countries, relocated 13 times and living in my 9th house. All the girls I loved are bi. Wife says after sex with me they all turn bi. Maybe she is right because I only had long term lovers who are bi. My ex fiance is married to a woman. My wife had a girlfriend for 30 years. It is OK if you believe me or not as it makes no difference to me. My life was not normal. I lost my virginity to a male friend and had sex with boys until I met a girl who had sex with me at 16. I am not attracted to men but not repulsed by male on male sex either so under the right circumstances I can have sex with a guy if my wife took part or I was in prison. As I said my life was not normal. We pretty much did every fetish on fetlife even before the internet was born. I was a U.N. Advisor and international trade consultant as well as a co-author of a reference book so I was in demand and made a great living. Most would kill for my job. Live anywhere in the world I wanted to once the internet came a long. Made made my own hours, lived with two women and had threesomes almost nightly. My income was such that money was never a concern. All our friend were into fetish sex or swinging. We swung with a few couples but mostly liked threesomes with my wife's girlfriends before we settled down with just the one. Our life was good as was better than either of us ever dreamed. Private clubs, expensive custom made clothes and high end cars. Plus always had two girls on my arms when we went out to the clubs. Got dirty looks from the women but winks from the guys. A lot of times guys would try to pick up the girl I was not dancing with and we were nice about it as long as the guy was well behaved. I paid for all drinks as I knew that he was not going home with anyone. Our gf belonged to a BDSM club an eventually married a submissive cuckold who shared her with us for the last 10 years we were together. He would come on vacation with us and leave his wife with us only asking that she ends the night in his bed. i could not do that but he did. I have had a great life and now retired with enough money to not worry about money. Life is good but we both miss our ex girlfriend.
I didnt say I didn’t believe it. Just the ‘sh’ got me to read it in a broad Scottish twang. It was funny… to me. Maybe you don’t appreciate my humour.
It's all as true and real as anything else you'll read on here. If you watch any of the police interviews of murderers one of the ways of telling whether the killer is lyingis how much extra detail they offer without being pushed. More detail, the bigger the lie.
That's not true. Yesterday, for example, I stepped barefoot on a slug and I told anyone that was interested about it.
My advice was to engage or scroll on. I’m engaging, to ask a question of a philosophical nature. Is fiction presented as truth somehow worse in your view than truth presented as fiction? And for that matter, what about those Netflix shows that are “based on a true story” like The Crown or that recent thing about the unfunny comedian pretending he was in some way a victim because he accepted free drugs and sex from someone he thought could make him into a TV star? These are very much hot button topics in this postmodern age. And what about allegory - which could very nicely be characterised as truth cloaked in fiction?
You can follow me around like a lost puppy all you like. All the while imagining it somehow makes me look bad as I move on for the common good. Play your what if again alone, I have no interest.
I don’t think you quite grasp how open threads work. If I wanted a private conversation with you I’d message directly. If I comment in a thread it’s open to anyone to respond, regardless of whether or not my post is a reaction to one left by you. So by all means don’t engage with my questions, you never do respond in good faith anyway. And I really don’t think anyone needs to “make you look bad”.
Yet you tag me relentlessly hoping and praying I answer. Then when I don't you claim victory saying I "effed" off. Maturity is walking away when a conversation becomes untenable. Not chasing someone from post to post. Maybe try it.
Been to Scotland. Pretty place but difficult culture than I was used to. Had a good time if you consider bar hoping all day a good time. Learned not to tip the bartender but rather pay for his or her drink and they can pocket the money or drink. Do not know it that has changed at all because this was in the mid 70's. Even went on that road that looks like it is going up the hill but if you take your foot off the brake you go move forward because you are actually going downhill. Stayed in a room above a bar and heard a lot. Their sense of humor was different than what I was used to.
I see you hounding and badmouthing others so I occasionally want to give you a taste of your own medicine. Difference is, I’m never spiteful in what I say. But you’re right, it is boring.