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Birthday? What birthday?

Birthday? What birthday?

Mr Kitty’s birthday came and went, and so did Father’s Day. I thought Father’s Day would be almost irrelevant to a man with no children, beyond sending a card to his father, but I was wrong. My lovely kittyslave was in a weird mood throughout the day because he wanted to join in the fun. He even said something along the lines of “in 10 years’ time we’ll have seven year-olds who will fuss over me and give me a breakfast fry and…” etc etc. He seems to have a plan, and it seems to involve twins… or triplets! These days, when he’s sinking deeper into chastity mode he becomes a real softie and begins to feel broody (can a man be broody?). It’s cute and it goes away after a while, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry this time. So I’ve instituted the birthweek. It’s not my kitty’s birthday, but his birthweek. That seemed to cheer him up, thankfully.

Apart from the usual gift giving, I’ve been using his birthweek to remind him of how to be good again — all in the name of making him happy, of course. I swear it’s not because he’s amazing at giving me pleasure when he’s happily and squirmingly locked up. I’ve been quite generous: I even gave him a choice of activities for his birthweek. I gave him two choices and one demand.

His choices: either he lets me lovingly fuck his little ass and then we switch and he uses a strap-on on me; or he gets to have proper sex, with his little cock in me and everything, while I use a dildo on him. Alas, my body will be doing the girl thing soon and that’s a hard limit for him, so whichever option he chooses won’t happen till next week.

My demand: there’s this ginormous butt plug in his drawer that he insists he has never been able to fit inside him. I want to be the one who gently guides it in, even if it won’t fit, just to see. To see what? I don’t know. I don’t expect it to go in fully, but when he mentioned this butt plug he seemed so cutely awkward and self-conscious about it, about failing to get it in, and about buying such a massive thing in the first place, that I wanted to take part in this. And that is happening tomorrow. I’ve been preparing him by going up the plug sizes as usual. Watching Better Call Saul is a lot more fun when there’s a man lying across my lap, softly moaning as I lightly play with his plugged ass. ^_^

On Father’s Day I was working and, as I walked away from a table of older people I’d just served, I heard one of the women saying: “awwww bless!”. I don’t know if she thought I was very young or very cute. It made me smile though. This elderly woman thought I was sweet and innocent with my waitress uniform and my customer service smile, while at home I had a plugged and locked up man, cleaning the house and making it ready for when I returned.

I think he is getting back to his submissive slavey self. We had a talk about needs and expectations because he had gotten into the habit of saying he was all submissive and wanting to get back into the swing of things, and then making up excuses in the last minute. I guess that’s what happens when I’m too busy to manage him properly. We will be making a conscious effort to avoid that issue in the future. But for now, I really must find the bigger bottle of lube.

Relocking

Relocking

The relocking process didn’t quite go to plan. Well, technically it did, but I didn’t let him fuck me in the end. I simply didn’t feel like it. When he got locked up before starting his working “day” (which started in the evening, as usual), I decided to kickstart his submissive horniness by sending him a link to a very hot blowjob porn video.

By his first break from work he was bent over his desk, my hands fondling his ass, and him begging me to do anything (anything!) to him if it meant that he’d be unlocked soon. I agreed to unlocking him “soon” if I get to fuck him hard with my strap on. It’s funny, we’ve known each other so long, and yet he was surprised that I was getting horny at the idea of making him moan like a girl with my big black dildo. We did have a problem though: he hasn’t had any toys in his ass for a few weeks, and he feels like he needs to work himself up to it!

I’d like to think I’m a good girlfriend to him, so I’ve given him a few days to work through the butt plugs he feels he’ll need until he gets to a reasonable size for my dildo. I haven’t yet told him that he’ll be tied up and gagged, or that I’ll be using the biggest dildo we have. I also haven’t defined what “soon” means in the context of unlocking him! He knows he doesn’t get to decide, even if he is begging for anything in lieu of being locked up, so he hasn’t tried to make me give him a concrete date for his freedom. I have such a considerate kittyslave! In return, I haven’t given him a hard deadline for when his little ass should be prepared for my fun, but he has already started his preparation. Acceptance is a wonderful thing.

In the end, instead of having sex I let him suck on my nipples while I used my fingers and he caressed me everywhere. It’s one of my favourite forms of masturbation. It’s also my main method when he is locked up. By the end of it, he’s so attempted hard that it almost looks like his cock could break the chastity device! I love it.

Fun times.

Omg, I got rejected!

Omg, I got rejected!

On the last day of our short holiday, I stayed over at Mr Kitty’s parents’ house. We needed to get up at 4am to catch our flight back home, and since his parents were giving us a lift to the airport, the logistics were easier that way.

Mr Kitty had a small, superficial cock injury (caused by the device, it seems) so I let him stay unlocked out of pity. It’s not like he’d be wanking around his parents anyway, and I thought the injury would prevent any attempts. I was wrong. It wasn’t so much an injury, but a mild scrape that didn’t hurt enough to stop him. Grrr. Thankfully, he still knows better than to cum without my permission.

His parents have a very large house, which doubles as a guest house of sorts. As it turns out, my kittyslave’s old bedroom is now part of the rooms on offer to tourists so we had to stay at the crappiest little bedroom in the house. The one with the thinnest walls ever. To make matters worse, I was very, very horny.

I’m ashamed to say that I tried everything to seduce the hell out of Mr Kitty. It worked. Sort of.

Well…

It didn’t.

I mean, he got hard. He got really horny. He wanted to fuck the living daylights out of me. I know that. Am I trying to reassure myself by writing this? >_< Honestly, he seemed to be all for it. I swear. And yet it didn’t happen.

I got rejected! By my normally locked up slave! It was awful!!! All because of thin walls and family. Apparently, Mr Kitty has a real issue with having sex at his parents’ house. He says it’s a turnoff, even if I promise to be quiet, and he’s clearly not physically turned off. He also refused to do it while “the guest next door could probably hear us breathing”. Yes, he said that. Considering that this room used to be his brother’s room, I somehow doubt it’s that bad. But hey, it’s not my childhood home, is it?

Next time we’ll just stay in a hotel, and he’ll stay locked up and fuck me with a strap on dildo. That will fix the turn off problem…

FYI, I ended up using my own little fingers in the end, and no one complained about any noise. Or breathing.

Consequences II

Consequences II

Saturday was as fun as I expected it to be.

Kittyslave got what he deserved. I decided not to make him crawl around the house while on a leash, because he’s been very good with his tongue service. Yesterday was no exception. I’m so proud of him!

I meant to take a couple of pictures but I got a bit too into it, so I completely forgot to do it. I used a pinkish purple dildo on a strap on harness. It wasn’t a very large dildo because Mr Kitty has spent the last few days being extra nice, and making a huge effort to keep me satisfied with his behaviour. I suspect that he was scared of what I might do. He said that reading about it here, as opposed to hearing it straight from me, made things sound a lot scarier!

I made him wear a butt plug of his choice for the day. To my surprise, he chose a really cute one.

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The purpose of the butt plug is to keep him in check for the day. I have a thing for groping his ass when I feel like it, and the butt plug adds another dimension to that. But even better, it removes a lot of the initial prep work required when I fuck him with a strap on. Plus it prepares him better for when I feel like going extra hard, as I did last night. He deserved it.

I was very nice in letting him fuck me as well, using a dildo of course (this was supposed to be punishment, after all). He also got a bit of spanking and a paddle warning for leaving a drawer open for too long. My slave still has some behavioural challenges to overcome, one of which is his inability to close drawers after opening them. But I’m sure it will all be fixed over time.

After the punishment was done, we cuddled in bed for ages and talked about all kinds of things. Mr Kitty was in some sort of afterglow and looked so happy that I couldn’t help but feel happy too! Until I got horny again, that is. Then he sucked on my nipples while I used my fingers. I really love it when he does that, to the point that if I ever decide to have children, things are going to be weird. But then, if that ever happens, we’ll have to remove all the random sex toys that end up scattered around the house anyway.

*Sigh*

At this point in my life, it feels like everything is perpetually on the brink of changing again. We got engaged a few months ago, prompting everyone to ask when exactly is the wedding (very long from now!). We recently moved countries, but briefly considered moving back. We’re both in the middle of significant career changes… Sometimes I feel like if I didn’t have such a strong connection with Mr Kitty, I wouldn’t be able to cope with it all.

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