Getting Lucky

I did not get lucky on the day before, but, I did get lucky on Thanksgiving Day. MW made the event perfect. We had family, friends, happy reunion within our private domain, wonderful food, no tension. It was an event to remember. But I did not get lucky in the way I meant. At least, not then.

Last night I did get lucky. Late in the evening MW told me to gather her toys and make them available. I knew then that pleasure was to follow. I laid out some of her favorite toys on the bed, and waited.

I have sensitive and appreciative tits, and she knows how to use them. It is kind of funny how my tits work like an ON/OFF switch. If she wants me to have an instant erection, she will pinch using her sharp nails, and I have no control over the result. My simple-minded little guy will snap to attention and remain so until he perceives that he is being ignored. But he will rally again upon provocation over and over again.

There is a pair of clamps connected with a delicate chain. I don’t remember what the original purpose of the clamps was, but I do know for what we use them: to cause my tits to suffer. She applied them in the manner in which they do their duty. It hurts upon application. After a while the pain becomes less sharp. I know that it is there but I can live with it. I also know that when she removes the clamps I will really hurt. You just have to be there!

She gave me ten minutes to do anything that I want to do. I quickly removed the PA ring in anticipation of a great fuck to come. Figuring that in ten minutes I can come and go, so to speak. Well, nothing is that simple. As much as I wanted to, and as much as she turns me on, and as much as I desire her, my little guy failed me. OK, it could have been too much wine, but I am not really looking for an excuse. The little shit did not come through when I expected him to do so. If it did not hurt so much, I would kick the crap out of him. Sorry, that would be self abuse and we are not allowed to do that.

MW graciously allowed me to go beyond the ten-minute mark. My tongue never fails me, so I took the next avenue of approach. Oh My! I could live with that. She began to show signs of my success, even suggested enhancements that I could provide. I am being vague on details here on purpose to avoid intrusion on her privacy. I was enjoying the sight, the scent, the tactile feedback, the mind fuck that she provided. Imagine a window into a scene that continues, showing perfect footage (in movie terms) of the most loving and sensual experience that a man can have in the presence of a woman. This was it.

The next thing I knew was, she was telling me to leave and that she would finish the job herself. I sat in my living room, naked, thinking of many things. After a few more drinks I did not really know where things went bad. I guess it was, as in the Cool Hands Luke movie, we had a situation of a failure to communicate.

She joined me later and we got together. I certainly don’t hold a grudge, and hope that she does not feel guilt. I just would like to get back to what we were doing and finish the job that I was supposed to do. Damn. I have a way to fuck up a wet dream.

The Tension is Increasing ...

This is the day before Thanksgiving. As usual, MW has over-extended herself. Many people coming to dinner tomorrow, she is cooking and baking everything for everybody. She is too good!
This morning as we sat outside sipping coffee while watching the stars she gave me a real thrill. No, not the good kind of thrill. She yelled loud enough for me to be really alarmed. It was over a shooting star of unusual display. Well, maybe it was falling space junk. But it was still startling.

I commented about how much work she did yesterday, and that she should not work so much today… Her response was a very warmly condescending “yeah, sure.” After breakfast I left to do my chores. Before I got anywhere, she asked me to fix her computer so that she can “print recipes.” I assumed that to mean that she wants to be able to use the printer from her computer. Well, the driver and software installation took more than the expected few minutes including one reboot. After that I went about my business.

I mentioned earlier that dratted deck that I am repairing. You know, way up there, the free fall thing, etc. After many days and many hours I am coming close to completion. But still, every time I need another tool, more supplies, it is three flights down and then three flights up. So, after several hours of hard labor on the project I came downstairs for good to check in with her. You know, the being naked to do her things, etc. Well, before I knew it, I had to put on clothes just take out the trash from the kitchen in which “she has been slaving over a hot stove for hours.” I fixed some lunch and sat down to study. For the next few hours it was up and down. She always apologized but had still another thing for me to do. Actually I think that she was lonesome. I really liked that!

It was not until late afternoon when she said something that I considered as “It is time that I tippy-toe out of the kitchen and not return until I am summoned.” She said right away that she realizes the tension, and that it would be good for me to be in another room. She had no argument from me on that remark.

It is now 4PM. She has been working on and off since 7AM. This is not good. I usually hurt when she does that. She did mention that a full body massage was in order. That means I massage, she receives the massage. Well, at least the day may end with a pleasant exercise. Not always, but most often, a “full body massage” ends in my being requested to give her endless oral pleasure. Maybe I will get lucky tonight.