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Scene Report (NSFW text): Her pleasure, my (chaste) sleep challenges

26 Sep

We hadn’t been using my physical chastity belt much recently, partly as we work toward crafting a solution where I have an emergency key available to me, but sufficiently secured as to give me the sense of full-time bondage I crave with the belt. However, for about a month now, I have been under instruction that I only get to have orgasms that come from Jalan. This might not be so bad, but: (a) we both have high sex drives; and (b) I’m still under orders to masturbate exactly three times per week — in other words, to edge myself.

That preface out of the way, I’d been belted about a day and a half. Earlier on the day of this scenario, Jalan had told me to expect “blue protocol” in the evening. This signifies a period of attentive service (sexual or otherwise) to her. I stay by her side, focused on her, leaving only as needed to facilitate the service. My desires are set aside for this period. Not that I am usually inattentive, but it’s a matter of degree. These periods last until lifted, but are eventually lifted in recognition of other life demands and personal needs. That evening, this had not yet been started, and I’d actually been about to consider reading at one of my favorite erotica sites (while in my belt), just because I’m that kind of submissive . . . Jalan came upstairs, and told me she was going to shower and then “needed sex tonight.” No mention was made of the belt, so I did not know what my role would be. After her shower, she invoked the blue protocol, locked on my leather play collar (over the 24/7 collar), and had me give her a nice, slow, full-body massage, though with attention to not overly fatiguing my hands and arms.

Jalan then said that tonight would involve the strap-on. This is something we had discussed, but had not yet used. At my uncertainty, she explained that it would be for me to wear on this occasion, to fuck her without being allowed out of the belt. Unfortunately, there was a strap missing, so, rather than spend too much time searching, she instead sent me to fetch one of her favorite dildos, for me to use on her by hand as she held my leash. After awhile, we stopped, and she asked if this was “better than reading porn.” Yes. Yes, it was.

After some relaxation, she set to tuck me in for bed. This almost invariably involves bondage, usually comfortable enough to sleep well. Tonight, it was to be less comfortable. She locked on my leather ankle and wrist cuffs, then put a 30″ spreader between my ankles. One wrist was chained to the headboard with a moderate amount of slack, the other with less. I tested, as I do, and I found I could barely reach my groin with the one. This might have even helped, if I hadn’t still been wearing the chastity belt.

It was a good night.

(It took me awhile to fall asleep, but then I made it about 4 hours before I had to ask to be let up — my back was starting to ache from the leg spread.)

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2012 in Chastity and denial, Play

 

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