Last night was a tantalising mix of orgasm denial and forced orgasm. The evening started with a slow, lazy relaxing shared bath. I had it ready for him coming in from work. We sat there and soaked, had a smoke and drank some tea. After that I prepared a strange dinner of crepes, bacon and vanilla icecream – it was Pancake Tuesday so that had to be honoured. Afterward we cuddled up on the couch and watched and spent the evening watching Better Off Ted (season 1, which I’d totally recommend) and having a smoke. We ambled down to bed at around midnight and cuddled / chatted for a bit.
My hands started wandering, as they always do when I have a lovely naked man in my bed. I began stroking him ever so slowly and softly. I told him that I wanted to use him tonight and that I wouldn’t be letting him cum for a few days. He grew harder at the prospect and lay there moaning as I brought him up to orgasm over and over again, stopping just before he couldn’t handle anymore. I decided to have one myself so I fucked him for a little bit until I came.
Afterward I held him for another while and began teasing him again, bringing him close to orgasm then stopping. He came so very close, so many times, while i used so many different techniques. One of my favourite techniques to use is getting him so horny that merely rubbing his cock with one hand, without gripping, is enough to almost send him over the edge. Without warning, I sped up and he exploded in my hand. He’d had a rough day, I wasn’t going to let him go to sleep without a nice orgasm.. He is my little pet afterall.
So, let me tell you a little bit about Valentine’s Day. I haven’t written anything in ages – sometimes I just don’t get the urge to write and I figure it’s best waiting until I am in the right mood for it.
I left work a little earlier than usual and got a lift up to the city with two of my work colleagues, we picked my pet up along the way. We sat in the back holding hands as we grew closer to our destination. We got dropped off pretty close to the hotel and ambled over, checked in and headed up to the hotel room. At first, the keycard wouldn’t work on the door so he had to go downstairs and get another. We were up on the 11th floor. When we finally got into the room, we were first taken aback by how absolutely massive it was! Huge comfy bed, big flatscreen tv, bath and shower, really fancy decor and very fabulous. As you can imagine, the view over the city from the 11th floor was breathtaking.
We decided on getting a room service dinner and ordered one. While we were waiting, I went and had a really relaxing bath. The food took a while to arrive, and when it did it wasn’t exactly what I ordered and wasn’t the hottest, but it was tasty enough. We gobbled it down and watched a bit of TV while we were waiting on foods to go down. He had a shower and we got dressed up, went downstairs for a smoke and then into the cocktail bar for a drink. We had the most fabulous strawberry daqcuris, made with fresh strawberries and loads of crushed ice. It was like an orgasm in my mouth. We sat there chatting for an hour or so as we drank and it was just so nice to be out with me and him. We were a bit worried that he might get turned away from the fancy cocktail bar for wearing jeans but it turned out, a load of other people were there in jeans so it was grand. After drinks and smoke, we headed back up to the room.
My big surprise was pending and I got really excited. I went into the bathroom to change into the little outfit that I’d bought. It was a red and black satin chemise with a lace top. It looked pretty nice on. He went into the bathroom to change too and came out in the most gorgeous little pink dress with a frilly corset/petticoat and white stockings. He’d brought heels up too but the carpet was too thick to wear them. I couldn’t stop staring at him, he’d went to all this effort just for me and he looked like divine. I sat there for a while just taking in the little character that he’d created for me. This sweet, innocent, naughty little pet who wanted to be played with, who wanted to be tied up and teased and fucked. That wasn’t the end of the surprises though, he produced a brand new strapon for me with a much bigger jelly dildo than my previous one (which also came with a spare dildo) and also a set of vibrating nipple suction cups. I felt my body tingle and butterflies in my stomach. What did I do to deserve this perfect creature?
I lay down beside him and we kissed, my hands wandered over his body exploring every part of his new costume and the perfect little body underneath. He’d not been allowed to orgasm for two whole days. Two days that I’d spent teasing him and edging him and now here he was, once again, at my mercy. He had his chastity device on underneath his outfit still, he’d worn it for most of the day. I told him to go and take it off, and he did so. He came back with a grin on his face and lay down on the bed beside me again. I put him onto his knees so that I could take in the full view of his layers of frilly petticoat coupled with his perfect little ass. He was obedient, bending to every position I put him in. I slid my body underneath him and licked and sucked him for a little while. I could feel how heavy and achey he was, he’d been so well behaved and continued to be. He didn’t once complain or beg for release, he just lay there and took the teasing, the attention, my hands on him, my mouth on him. I tied him to one of the chairs. I licked and sucked him for a little bit and then positioned the chair beside the bed. I took the spare dildo, a big pink floppy jelly one, and fucked myself with it as he watched. I enjoyed the sensation of his eyes on me and his swollen cock leaked onto his leg. I had him gagged too so he was drooling on himself, it ran down his chin and all over his pretty dress. That just made me wetter, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I stopped, knowing it would be harder to stop the closer I got.
I untied him and put him on the bed face down and bent over. I equipped my new strapon and lubed it up and slowly began fucking his ass. He squirmed around a lot, it was difficult to start – being quite significantly bigger than what he was used to, but we made a little bit of progress with it and we both enjoyed the experience.
I rolled him over onto his front and mounted him and began fucking him as slowly as I could manage. He squirmed and moaned like a pretty little whore and came very fast. I smiled down at him, knowing how hard it must have been for him to even hold out that long.
After that, I held him for a bit and he played with me. It didn’t take him long bringing me to orgasm and delicious it was. The rest of the evening was a hazy blur.
We were awoken at around 5am by a really loud banging. It kinda sounded like someone was banging on a metal tray with a hammer, right outside our bedroom door. We peered out into the corridor and it was completely empty. We took a while trying to figure out where the incessant banging was coming from. We called downstairs to reception but no one answered, and he ended up getting dressed and going down. It was literally so loud, that we couldn’t sleep. He came up 5-10 minutes later with another room card, telling me that they’d given us a new room to sleep in for the rest of the night – that it was a door on the roof banging in the wind and they couldn’t go up there to fix it because it was too dangerous. We got put into an even bigger room with a fancy bathroom, and also – it was a smoking room!! Bonus! We had a smoke and then went to sleep again.
When we woke up, we packed our stuff up between the two rooms and went downstairs to reception to pay. I had a bit of a complain at the lady who was going to take our money and she went and got the manager. The manager apologised profusely and told us that he wouldn’t be charing us for anything. That’s right, we got the entire evening for FREE!!!! The room service, dinner, cocktails, two bedrooms, the works! All free!
We left the hotel after an amazing evening with huge grins. We went and had breakfast in a nice cafe, did a little bit of shopping and came home. My first thought upon entering our home was “sure is nice to be back in the castle”. Of course it’s lovely to go and stay places and hang out somewhere different for a bit, but there’s no place I’d rather be than at home, in our “castle” (that’s what we call it) with my lovely partner and my silly old black one-eared cat.
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My pet spent most of the weekend feeling ill. I spent most of the weekend looking after him. He got tired easily and his chest/throat were very sore. I fed him Beechams hot drinks, tea, sausages, strepsils and vitamins. I held him, I bathed him, I watched tv with him when he grew too tired to play games. There was a lot of improvement yesterday and I think he’s starting to feel a little better now, or at least, the worst of it’s over.
I always feel bad when he’s sick, because, although I look after him, I can’t help but get incredibly aroused at how weak he is and how easy it would be for me to take advantage of him, if I wanted to… Especially when he’s lying there, all weak, sick and flopped down on a chair wrapped in blankets, looking so vulnerable. It drives me crazy. I feel like my libido went into overdrive this weekend and I did my absolute best to suppress it. Obviously, he wasn’t much in the mood, not being well and all… and I was trying to focus my energy on getting him better.
I distracted myself with housework and feeding and computer games and weed. At one stage, I felt so overwhelmed that I just shut down and my body filled with bad chemicals. I could feel myself getting saturated by them, a darkness seeping into me. I felt like I was falling into a huge black pit. There he was at the top, peering over the edge, calling my name, trying to pull me back out – even in his weakened state, he’ll never leave me there to fall prey to the black.
I found myself on the sofa with him, once again, staring down at his beautiful body. He was dressed in a long, silky blue nighty and his wet hair fell over his shoulders, his big blue subby eyes stared up at me and I melted. I looked down and he’d grown hard. His eyes told me to touch him and his body responded positively when I did. I went downstairs and took a shower and we reunited in the bedroom. We lay there facing each other, my hand on his neck supporting the back of his head. He’s got a sensitive neck, I told him that. He likes it when I run my fingers along it gently, he likes when I hold it, when I choke it and when I kiss it.
I pulled him closer to me and stroked between his legs. I told him to pass me the vibrator, and we shared it for a while. I didn’t want to hold him too long, tire him out too much, he was close and he needed release before his short energy reserves ran out. I sucked his cock and climbed on top of him and fucked him backwards. We came. He looked like he needed it, almost as much as me. The darkness subsided.
My poor little pet hasn’t been so well the last couple of days. He’s got some kind of chesty throat thing. I’ve been taking care of him as best I can, but I always feel kind of helpless when he’s ill.
Last night we watched a few movies together, had a smoke and ambled downstairs. I was expecting another early night, in order to help get him over his infection, but he arrived into the room in the new leather dress I’d bought for him. I was horny instantly.
He was crouching on the bed attempting to fix spotify on his Nexus so that we could listen to music. This gave me full access to the glory that is his cute little ass. It was exposed under the short leather dress, perfectly rounded and delicious. It looked good enough to eat. I rubbed it a little, the sensitive parts, to gauge his reaction. He moaned a little bit, I was distracting him from completing his task. I pulled on his cock gently with the other hand and proceeded to rub his ass. He was already hard and struggling to remain focused on the device in his hands.
The music started and he signed with relief as he could now fully enjoy the pleasure being given to him. His body looked amazing in the tight leather dress, I enjoyed the feeling of running my fingers over it. I left him temporarily and told him to get comfortable. I’d acquired a vibrating prostate stimulator and a bottle of lube. I toyed with his ass a little bit before inserting the toy. It slid in easily, he wanted to be filled up and used. I fucked him gently with it at first, very gently, used it to bring him into that lovely euphoric state I like to keep him in for so many of our sessions together.
After a while of teasing, I switched the vibrator on. I began fucking him as I used his cock with my other hand. The feel of the leather against my wrist, the way his ass looked and the noises he was making indicated that he would soon cum. He asked for permission to cum pretty quickly and thanked me when I granted it. He came hard, very hard, a lot of cum and slumped on the bed. He was exhausted. I cleaned the bed up and got back in.
We chatted for a while after that. Both being quite stoned, about a wide variety of unrelated topics. I love talking with him. A lot of his views are very similar to my own and he’s intelligent. That’s one of the sexiest things about him. His big, beautiful brain.
I was soaking from before, when I felt his little hand edging it’s way downward, I smiled and rolled over onto my back and removed my panties. I was expecting a short playtime, mainly because, he’s still quite sick and he was probably tired after his own, but I was mistaken. He toyed with me for quite a long time, and I really enjoyed it. A lot of the time, I can’t handle being teased much, particularly after not orgasming for several days, but whatever it was he was doing, I wanted more of it. I was enjoying the long, slow build up.
I love watching him when he’s playing with me, I can see him concentrating on his task but also getting aroused, which arouses me even more. I love the way he makes me feel. When I did cum, it almost made me pass out…. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve had so far, in my whole life, to date. I say “to date” because he’s only ever gotten better over the past year. It never feels the same, he’s always trying new things and touching me in different ways… it was absolute heaven though. I lay there unmoving for a good 10 minutes, or what felt like an eternity. I felt truly and utterly spent, satisfied and elated.
I probably had one of the best orgasms of my life last night. After we did some gaming (we’re currently working our way through Path of Exile again), I asked him to roll up and we had a smoke. It hit me really really hard, like, I was completely fucked after about 10-20 minutes. My arms felt really long and the room was wobbling. I had trouble completing the simplest of tasks, like, shutting down my PC.
We moved over to the sofa and he said he was going downstairs to put his new gold dress on. This dress doesn’t look half as fabulous in the photos but here it is… it’s kind of a fake-pvc material, super shiny, super tacky but super fabulous…
While he was downstairs getting ready, it felt like an eternity. I was totally tripping out. I was looking around the room and everything started wobbling, the lamp was wobbling, the floor, the ceiling. I was really chilled out. I had issues focusing though and the only way to sustain focus seemed to be to blink really fast. I attempted to regain my control but it seemed to be slipping from my grasp. I fought the sub-reality with all my strength and finally, he appeared, all glammed up in his shiny new dress and looking fabulous. He looked like a pretty mermaid. Because he has tiny hips, the bottom of the dress sat out, giving it a fish-tailed effect. I asked if he’d like to go downstairs.
Going to the bathroom was hard work. Our bathroom floor has black and white tiles, like a chess board. Every time I look down at them, I felt my reality slipping away again. I attempted to look up at the walls and blink really fast to get out of the bathroom asap. I’d made it. I headed into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. He’d put some psytrance on. I began kissing him and touching him.
His cock felt amazing underneath the shiny dress, my hand wanted to smooth it out and rub him. I brought him to close to orgasm a few times, using the dress as a way to bind his cock. Sometimes I motioned that he fuck himself using the bind that I’d created, other times I fucked him softly or hard, depending on what I felt like at that time. I told him that I might make him wait until tomorrow, just because I could. I could see the disappointment on his face, but he took his news with grace.
My favorite part of the session included ordering him onto his knees and spanking his pretty bottom. It looked so amazing in the tight gold dress. I kept him hard while I spanked him. It felt good to have that release. I felt like, he deserved a reward. I rolled him over onto his back again and lifted his skirt, feeling his cock in the flesh for the first time. It looked so pink and used and utterly delicious. I used both hands to bring him to orgasm, one holding the base of his shaft and the other stroking him. He came hard and he lay there shaking for about 10 minutes. I felt a warmth spreading over me.
I lay down and my mind started to wander. I lay there thinking about all the things I’d like to do to him in that gold dress. I felt his hands on me. My body felt so sensitive, too sensitive. Over stimulated. I kept getting lost in the monophonic psytrance. Sometimes I felt too much, other times I went numb. At one point, I went numb completely from the waist down. He suggested we go upstairs for a smoke, to clear our heads. Eventually we did. I’m not sure why that took so long. It was hard to get up. I sat up on the sofa while he had a smoke. I ate some crisps, I think and we eventually ended up back downstairs again.
This time around, I felt a little more alert, that I might be able to sustain a train of thought long enough to reach orgasm. I lay back and got lost as he started to rub me. I fantacisied about having him tied up in his gold dress, about fucking him in the ass in his gold dress, about sharing a vibrator, about just kissing him while we were both dressed up in something pretty. I then started to think about what I was wearing. I felt a little inadequate in my worn pink nightie. He makes so much effort for me and here I am in my ragged night dress probably looking like shit. It’s much harder for me to get decent sexy clothes though in my size. I always try and usually fail. I shouldn’t be thinking about this when he’s playing with me though, insecurities aside, here he is making me feel amazing, relax and enjoy it.
My mind wandered back to what his hand was doing, he was rubbing me and I was starting to dry up a little. I started thinking back to what I’d just done to him and how his cock felt in my hand, how his eyes looked when I told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, how my hand felt when I was spanking his little ass. I was soaking again and his rubbing was in just the right place. I felt my orgasm building and when it hit, it felt completely unexpected. It shot up my spine and down my arms and legs, rendering me helpless for just a moment. I regained control of myself and attempted to control my breathing. I was still orgasming and continued to orgasm for what felt like ages. The warmth spread over my body again.