Tuesday, December 18, 2012

UPDATE: Weight Loss Milestone

This week has not brought anything good to our relationship. Miss V has been stressed out with her work and I have not been too helpful, so I have not been helping much. I do Have a bit of good news, though.

After all this time, and the intensity of the feelings (both positive and negative) that our orgasm denial have brought, I just realized that I have forgotten to say anything on this blog about my weight loss, which was my initial purpose (excuse) behind instituting the practice of orgasm control to begin with.

Well, unless you want to go back and read the whole thing, here is a condensed version:

  1. I had become overweight to a point where it was becoming unhealthy. My blood pressure was becoming a little high, and my knees and ankles were hurting. Interestingly, even though those things could lead to serious problems, what got me to react was when Miss V told me that I was too heavy to make love to her.
  2. I asked Miss V to deny me orgasms every time I didn't work out. She agreed, suggesting that she knew it would be helpful.
  3. After changing some rules here and there, I started to have some success, and had lost some weight when I got injured (actually, an old injury flared up) and had to take a period of a few weeks of rest. I gained all the weight back minus two pounds.
  4. More changes to the rules ensued, although Miss V never suggested to stop playing, and I began to have more consistent progress, up until now.
So, here is the update: Last week I reached 20 pounds of weight loss, so even though I have not been mentioning it in the blog, the weight loss has been steady. This loss happened between the end of July, when I started working out again after my injury, and now (December).

Working out consistently has been more effective that working out hard. Since I can't really work out that hard, because my old spinal injury prevents it (this happens when you are young and drive like you are immortal) I can only either increase the workout duration or frequency. After the injury this summer, I could not work out too long, and had to reduce the duration from 30 to 20 minutes, but doing it every day has helped quite a bit.

So, there you have it.

20 pounds of weight loss on the one hand, and a lot of orgasm denial on the other. I call it a win-win scenario.

I only need to get out of this slump and step it up for Miss V, because I feel we are losing some of the ground we gained before.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

As I mentioned before, I have requested that Miss V do not  show me the color of the marble that she pulls. Here is the account of the first usage of this rule:

SERVICE UNACCEPTABLE

I had a day off from work, and Miss V asked me to cook lunch, do the dishes, make dinner and clean my room in exchange of an extra green marble (remember that whenever she feels like having sex, she pulls a marble from the container and its color determines whether or not I'm allowed to cum).

I did everything as she asked, except that the room was not 100% clean. I cleaned everything except my desk, which I left cluttered. Between that, working out, and watching the movie Miss V selected for the night (Adam Sandler's Jack and Jill) I didn't have time for much else.

When night came, and we met in bed, I grabbed the container that holds the marbles to make the changes and as usual, I asked if I could put two green marbles in.

"Did you clean the room?" She asked.

"Yes," I said proudly. I had worked hard on it and I thought it showed.

"No," she said casually. "You just picked up two shirts from the floor and you want to call that cleaning. You don't get an extra bead for that."

I bit my tongue and refrained from protesting. I could have argued, and could have probably won the argument, but this was a battle in which a victory would be more of a setback in the long term, so I swallowed my pride and said OK, placing one single green marble in the container.

I'M KIDDING, I'M KIDDING!

Having placed only one marble in the container, my odds were really low. There were 3 green and 13 red ones (after the Sunday reset, where I have to remove 5 green ones) so I didn't have too much hope of having an orgasm.

Kneeling by the bed side, I handed the container to Miss V and closed my eyes. She opened it, puled a marble and laughed out loud before handing the container back to me. After putting it away, I climbed on the bed and we started to kiss, and I rubbed her legs, and we slowly removed each other's clothes. She climbed on top and rode me first, until she had her first orgasm. Her orgasms when riding on top are never super strong, and sometimes I don't notice them, but this time I noticed it.

We turned around and in a bit of a mood killer, pulled her hair in the process. Hard.

She forgave and forgot, though, and in no time I was in her again, pumping her hard for her second and possibly third orgasms (can't tell on this one, so I didn't add it up in the count).

"What are you waiting for?" She asked sensuously as she cooled down from what could have been #3.

"Your instructions," I said while continuing to penetrate her.

"Go for it, baby!" She said.  "You can come for me!"

That's where I lost it. Desperate for an orgasm and hopeful at the prospect of cumming inside her and let go of my inhibitions, pumping hard and fast, on the verge of a glorious orgasms, I heard her voice again...

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding..." she said, mimicking a Mexican gardener that appeared in the movie we had just watched. "Good Night."

So there, on the verge of orgasm, shaking like a wet chiwawa, I had to stop...

"Remind me why I asked for this," I said not pulling out of her yet.

"Because you are weird," she said, 'goodnighting' me again.

"I love you," I said as I pulled out of her wet, dripping pussy.

"I love you too."

And so, grateful to Miss V for accepting my weirdness, I stared at her face until she fell asleep.

REFLECTIONS

There were a few development here. I can list a few:
  • Miss V rejected my work based on lack of quality. At other times, she had been very generous in granting me extra green marbles, but this time she rejected my work, even though I had done a lot, because it didn't meet her expectations. (POSITIVE)
  • Miss V adopted the rule I requested, which makes it feel as if she is in control, because I don't see the random marble she draws. (POSITIVE)
  • She teased me up till the edge before denying me. This made me hornier and happier (after the initial frustration at the moment) (POSITIVE)
I don't see negative developments today.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

New Rule Requested

In the effort to move my relationship to the next level, I have requested the following rule change to Miss V. regarding our orgasm denial game:

Effective immediately, whenever Miss V draws marbles from the container, she will NOT let me know what the resulting color was. Only she will know the color of the marble, and she will not have to tell me until it is time for me to be denied, or allowed to cum. From now on, I will always have to assume that the marble is red, and will only be allowed to cum if she tells me to do so.

Since Miss V is working nights, I was not able to talk to her in person, and today we will mostly see each other in public, I wrote the rule request in a note. When I saw her this morning, I asked her if she got my note, and she said that she did, but when I asked her if she agreed, she said that I'd have to wait to find out, because she didn't have to tell me.

Great.

Now, why did I request the rule change?

  1. By not being allowed to see the resulting marble, I placed myself in the position of only receiving instructions to cum or be denied from Miss V herself.
  2. I will engage in whatever activity Miss V requests (I'd like to say 'demands' but we are not there yet) not knowing whether I will get release or not. This will enable me to lose myself in her pleasure, and only think of mine when she allows.
  3. Having exclusive knowledge of the color of the marble will give Miss V the chance to cheat, which in this case should be a step in the right direction towards the goal of eventually having her be the source of the decision, without any random elements.
  4. I will be ordered to cum, which will make me feel more dependent and submissive to Miss V, in addition to being super hot...  
As you can see, I believe that this small rule change, which she readily agreed to (or so it seems, I should say, because she didn't really answered the question) will bring me a step closer to the eventual goal of having my orgasms 100% controlled by Miss V. In addition, it also gives me a taste of the experience, because for all that matters to me, I won't know whether she pulled a marble of the respective color or she made the result up.

A NOTE ON CHEATING:

As mentioned above, cheating is a good outcome in this game, because it will ease Miss V in the role of orgasm decision-maker, but if experience serves for anything, my guess is that she will be more inclined to cheat towards giving me more orgasms than towards less. My plan to deal with this 'problem' is to keep track of my orgasms and if they become too frequent, to mention something casually about being too lucky for my own good, or about the fact that I was hoping for a red marble.

Miss V is a smart gal, and she will get it. The problem, and what brought me to propose the marbles game initially is that she is so sweet and compassionate that she finds it hard to deny me. The idea that this is what I want is in her intellectually, but not emotionally yet.

When that happens, I will need no gimmicks and I may end up getting more than I bargained for.

We will see...

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Tied up!


After thinking about it for a long time, Miss V finally tied me up.

When I purchased the strapon dildo kit, I also purchased the under the bed bondage system, in the hopes that I'd be tied up and "used" at some point. That point never arrived until two days ago.

It happened thus:

I was home helping Miss V do some chores. I had asked for chores to do to earn an extra green marble, and she had asked me to do some chores in the house (nothing too involved) and run some errands (a little more involved). As She prepared to leave, I asked her if she would want me tonight. She said that she would, and I asked her if I should clean myself, meaning give myself an enema to be ready for anal penetration by her. She said yes and add a joke about how her answer had been for a different question, of course.

I finished the chores and gave myself the enema (not necessarily in that order) before Miss V came back home. When she did, she immediately proceeded to the bedroom and took her clothes off. I approached her and we made out in the middle of the room.

"Where is my penis?" She asked.

"It's over there," I pointed.

"You should have it ready for me, right here," she said pointing at her crotch. "Hurry up!"

I brought the dildo and gave it to her. As she adjusted the straps to put it on, I asked her if she wanted to tie me up. She agreed, and I pulled the straps from under the mattress.

"So," she asked grabbing the one nearest to her. "How do you use this?"

"Just like the ones in the strapon," I answered, pulling another one in my hand and demonstrating how to adjust the length."

"That's easy," she said and then commented on how soft they were.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

She instructed me to lay face down, sideways on the bed, and after tying and adjusting the straps, I ended up wide open for her. I was feeling a little vulnerable, I admit, but excited, because for the first time, Miss V was giving me the gift of one of my fantasies.

"Okay," she said after checking that the straps were secured. "Bye, I'm going to leave you there."

I thought she was going to leave, and I was wondering how long she was going to be gone when all of a sudden, she smacked my butt cheek with the kitchen spatula. It took me by surprise, and it stung deliciously.

"Remember our conversation yesterday?" She asked smacking my bottom again.

"What conversation?" I asked, not knowing what she had been referring to.

"The one about my spanking skills," another smack. Hard. "What did you tell me about my spankings?"

I wanted to say that I loved them, but another sharp smack made me decide to go for the truth.

"That your spankings are weak," I said truthfully. That's what I had said the day before.

"What?" Miss V emphasized her question with another smack. Harder this time. "I can't hear you."

She made me repeat that her spankings were weak three times, and each time she smacked my bottom real hard. I was loving it, wondering how long it would last, but she broke the spell.

"Was that weak," she asked.

"No," I answered.

"Now what?"

"No Miss," she smacked me for the last time. "Thank you Miss."

Then she put the spatula away and proceeded to penetrate me with her dildo. It was good and bad. The good part was that being tied gave me the freedom to concentrate on enjoying the moment, and that it made Miss V take all the initiative in taking me. I particularly enjoyed one moment when her breathing and mine were on sync, and it sounded like somehow, she was deriving pleasure from the activity.

The not-so-good part was that since I was laying down flat, I could not help with the penetration part and she had a hard time lining things up properly. Also, the lubricant ran out and it became a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything to make sure she didn't stop. There was no damage or anything, just a bit of dryness.

After doing me for a while, she said that her job was done and that now it was my turn. She undid my straps and took her strapon off.

"What color of marble you have?" I must have had a dumb expression on, because she added. "What? you thought that just because I wanted to do you, you would do me for free?"

I gave her the container. It had 6 green and 10 red marbles. She pulled a green one.

"You are a lucky bastard," she said, going down on me for a little while, just enough to get me to maximum hardness. Then she turned around. "Come here baby, do me now!"

We had sex in her favorite position and she had two orgasms.

"Are you done?" I asked.

She said that she was, so I asked if I could come, to which she also said yes. Then I requested that she order me to come for her.

When she did, repeating her command several times, my orgasm obeyed. It was a good one. It felt like I made a large deposit in there.

"I love you," I said after the heat dissipated.

"I love you too, honey" she said hugging me.

And I went to sleep, feeling the most fortunate man in the world.

Monday, December 3, 2012

A Dark Queen, Terrible and Beautiful.

This is the account of the conversation I mentioned int he last post. If you are interested, come go there first and return here afterwards.

As a bit of background, we had just finished giving 3 orgasms to Miss V, while I remained denied. She had told me to get away because she needed to sleep, but I guess she was wound up, because she didn't fall asleep right away.

We were talking about something or other, when she got up from the bed and went to the book shelf we have int he room to look for some reading material. In my state of denial, I could not help it but stare at her slender body as she stretched to grab a book from the top shelf. She turned and saw my predatory eyes on her and stuck her bottom up.

"You like what you see?" She asked. I mumbled a yes. and she smiled wickedly.

I could not help myself. Before I knew what I was doing, I was on the floor, on my knees, hugging her and kissing her waist. She didn't push me away, but held my head in a light embrace with the left hand while she continued searching for a book with her right hand.

"You are powerful," I said.

"I know," she said.

"You are like a queen," I said, encouraged by her words. "You can get me to do whatever you wish, I want to worship you."

I paused, to gauge her reaction. She didn't react negatively, so I went on kissing and biting her warm and soft body.

"I'm an evil queen," she said. "A dark queen, terrible and beautiful."

She was attempting to quote a line from The Lord of the Rings, where the elven queen refuses to take the One Ring from Frodo, telling him that if she took it, she would defeat the Dark Lord, but she would then ascend into darkness herself and she would be worse than their current enemy. She told me that she would have to look up that section of the book so she could memorize the monologue.

"If you are an evil queen," I said. "I am a dark knight and you have my sword to do with it as you would."

She laughed, and caressed my face. I kissed her hand when she got close to my mouth.

"I love you," I said. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey," she said. "Come let's go back to bed...

We did.

She fell asleep quickly. Not even reading the book she had selected. For my part, I remained awake for a while, horny, frustrated but deliciously content. 

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Five to Zero.

It appears that me mentioning yesterday that not much had happened was the trigger for something to happen right away.

I texted Miss V with a request for extra green marbles. Her reply came back so fast that I have the impression that it was drafted already. She gave me a list of tasks that would not have been extremely hard for me to complete, but for one thing. She didn't want ME doing the chores personally. She wanted me to make sure the kids did them. Oh, please, not the kids!

I understand that she wants them to learn responsibility, but the process of making sure they do what they are supposed to do is a painful one.

Anyway, that was her choice, so there I went, trying to make sure everything on my list got done by the miniature brats that populate our dwelling place. Needless to say, everything took longer and was done at a lower quality than if I would have done it, but I had to make an effort to get things done.

Miss V got how earlier than I thought, and one of the boys had not done the dishes. I told her so and she replied "That's between you and him, if you want it done, see how you make him do it."

I did.

Miss V told me that she needed to take a bath, and that she would come back wearing only her bathrobe.

When she came back, I had locked the door, something I do by habit and she despises. I tried getting up to go open the door for her, but she unlocked it faster than I could reach her.

"Why did you lock me out?" She asked.

"Sorry," I said.

"You have to stop locking me out, you always do it".

"Hey," I said, with a bit of an attitude. "What do you want? I had to change, and the kids may walk in."

She looked at me and asked if I was talking back to her.

"No," I said. "I'm explaining that -"

"You ARE talking back to me... " She walked around the bed, to my side. "You have to learn not to talk back to me, turn around."

"But-"

"Turn. Around."

I turned around and she pulled the blanket that was covering my behind and gave me 5 whacks with the kitchen spatula that was conveniently located on my bed side table since my last spanking. The whacks came with the rhythm of her saying "DON'T-TALK-BACK-TO-ME!"

"Okay," I said. It was not hard, but I loved it.

She walked back to her side of the bed and let the bathrobe drop. I just contemplated her beauty in silent admiration.

"So," she said contorting her body in a sensual manner under the guise of stretching. "What are your plans right now?"

"You want me to tell you?" I asked.

"Let's see what color is your marble first."

I gave her the container. She peeked inside and asked me if I had exchanged marbles, and I said that I had added one for my work out, but didn't add the one for all the chores because they were not completed properly.

"Add another one," she ordered, handing the container back.

"Did you see the kitchen?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But I don't need to. Add another marble."

I obeyed.

She shook the container, and a green marble fell out. She told me that she had not pulled a marble yet and placed it back in the container. She then pulled one out. It was blood red...

"Did you see it?" She asked as she closed her hand over it. I guess she was deciding whether to accept the red bead or not.

"Yes," I said.

"Was I fair?" she asked, showing me the red bead between her index and thumb. "Is this fair?"

"Yes," I said, not entirely sure what she meant. (I'm beginning to think that horniness decreases my communication skills significantly)

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked me.

"Whatever you want, as long as I don't come".

"Yes, baby," she said. "Tonight you ain't getting any."

She pulled me back on the bed and immediately went down on me. Her lips had not been on my member for a while and felt divinely warm and soft.

She gave me head for a while, before getting back up and opening herself up to me.

I made love to her as she wrapped her legs around my back, and I managed to drive her to one or two orgasms. Then I had to stop for a moment, because I had reached the edge.

"Stop having naughty thoughts!" She said slapping my bottom with the spatula. I didn't know she had it within reach so it took me by surprise.

I immediately went back to work and didn't stop until I had reached another edge. This one was closer, and it took me a bit to recover.

"Did you just get yourself in trouble, mister?" she asked. "Do I have to switch all your marbles to red?"

"No," I said truthfully.

"Why does it feel like you just came?" She asked.

"No, I haven't." I said. "Did you?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"How many times?"

"One that I'm sure. Another one that may or may not have been..."

"Let's make sure, then" I said starting to move again.

for some reason she seemed closer to orgasm this time, because it came fast and strong, and then, as she was slowing down, another, weaker one shook her.

"Time's up," she said smiling. "This conversation is over."

"Are you sure now?" I asked.

"Sure of what?"

"Of how many orgasms you had."

She hinted that she had gotten three, but quickly changed her version and said that she had none, and that I owed her big time.

I apologized and told her that I would try my best tomorrow [today].

"You better..." she said, squeezing my nipples. "Now get off me. I'm going to sleep."

I did, but she didn't fall asleep quite that fast. We had a conversation about out relationship that I will post at another time, because this post is already long.

In summary, the score was 3 for Miss V, for a consecutive run of 5 since Thanksgiving, and zero for V's boy.

I'm loving it!