You know that saying, “Never ASSUME, because when you ASSUME, you make an ASS of U and ME.”? Well, in this household, assuming earns you a spanking.
I’m annoyed at Mr Kitty because he assumed that if I was horny one night, when he clearly wouldn’t be able to perform due to tiredness, I would be horny the next night, AND would allow him to actually have sex with me. Hah. As if.
He was right in that I did get horny; very horny, in fact. But that’s what dildos are for, right? And slave tongues? My own fingers? Yes, all those things got used. His cock didn’t.
I shouldn’t even refer to it as a cock on this blog anyway, what with being so useless in its little metal cage that he might as well have a clit instead of a cock. But no, a cock is better. A cock lets me tease him by stroking him on the exposed bits, through the gaps of the chastity device, without ever running the risk of giving him actual, physical, orgasm-inducing pleasure. A clit would let him just play with himself. I don’t want that.
I should find out when was the last time I let him have an orgasm. Or really, how many times he’s had an orgasm since I started this blog. If it’s any more than 20, he gets punished. Either way, there’s 4 full months till the end of the year, and I don’t intend to let him cum more than 5 times.
In other news, my uber busy spell is soon coming to an end. Yay! Almost there. Also, I think we’ve found the perfect wedding venue. We just need to visit it, which will happen next month because it’s two flights away… I was hoping to look for a venue next year, since the wedding is ages away (and thank god for that. I don’t need any more stress right now!) but this place is very popular so it has to be done. As much as I hate weddings, I’m really looking forward to the travelling bit.
Funnily enough, the very first decision we made after we got engaged, before I even picked my ring, was that there’s no way in hell he’s fucking me on the wedding night. It’s either group sex or anal for him. We’ll see.