A different approach

This past weekend, the spawn was staying with family, so Kazander and I had the house to ourselves.  Which is a rare enough occurrence that we wanted to take advantage of it.

I spent a big chunk of the morning and early afternoon teasing him and doing some light play, but the interesting thing happened when we decided to take a shower together.

I’d planned to make him cum in the shower, but when he got close, he fell into one of his old habits.  He moved away and said, “Wait, I don’t want to cum yet.”

It’s something that never fails to annoy me, and I usually launch into the same, tired reminder that he doesn’t get to make that decision, he doesn’t get to dictate to me when he cums, and he should be grateful I was in a nice enough mood to allow it in the first place.

We have gone round and round and round with this.  Depending on my mood and the day I’ve had, it’s gotten to the point now where it’s enough to quash my libido and make me completely uninterested in touching him for the rest of the day.

So that spike of annoyance ran through me, and I opened my mouth to voice my frustration.

But then, I had a different idea.

“Alright,” I said.  “Well come here, I want to edge you again.”

I made him bathe me in the shower, then I bent him over and fingered him while edging him two more times.

We got out of the shower and got dressed.  I made him edge again just before we had to go over and spend some time with the family next door.

About half an hour into the visit, I pulled out my phone and texted him.

“Go home and edge again.”

After dinner, we went back home and binge-watched a TV show together.  And at the end of every episode, he had to edge twice.

I think it was around Edge #12 or so that he figured out what I was doing.

“I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” he groaned as he squirmed on the couch after yet another edge, his cock throbbing.

“Oh?” I asked.  “Did that end up being a bad idea?”

“A little bit.”

“I’m glad you think so.  Edge again.”

He sighed, there was just the slightest hesitation, and then he reluctantly reached down to bring himself to an edge again.

Another five or so edges later, he was frantic and desperate, the begging almost constant.  He kept trying to bribe me to let him cum, and he got a fantastic refresher course on just how relentless I can be.

Another five or so edges later, he couldn’t stop writhing even between edges, absently humping the couch, needing constant reminders not to touch himself.  At one point, I tied his hands to keep them off his cock.

“Please, Mistress,” he begged, his voice strained as I reached down to edge him again.  “I’ll do anything.”

“Will you?”

“I’m sorry, I messed up.”

“Is that so?”

“I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I almost believe you.  Now hush, I think I can get a few more out of you.”

But the time I finally let him have a ruined orgasm, I was half expecting him to start crying.  But even with not having much relief from all the edging, he was more than happy to not touch his penis for the rest of the night.  And he was decidedly more well-behaved.

We played a bit tonight, and again, I decided to let him cum relatively quick.  But interestingly enough, this time there was no moving away or protesting or telling me he didn’t want to cum yet.

Afterward, I asked him about it, and he said he almost did, more out of habit than anything.  But then, he remembered the way it felt this weekend, and thought better of it.

So yeah, I think that’ll be a much more effective way to break him of that habit.  Way better than spanking him or scolding him.

It’s not a traditional punishment, per se, but it worked pretty damn well.  Yet another useful little tool to put in my tool belt.

The 1,000 Stroke Challenge

So kazander and I were perusing through some random porn when we came across this long paragraph. He started to scroll past it, but it caught my eye and I stopped him. And the more I read, the more excited I got.

I think by the end I was slapping his arm and jumping around like I was having a seizure, shouting, “I wanna do that!”

So we started tonight. I unlocked the cage, did the challenge, turned him over for his maintenance spankings, and then locked him back up and put him away for the night. I’m so excited to do the whole thing!

So it’s called the 1,000 Stroke Challenge, and it goes like this:

On Day 1, the sub (or his Owner) gives his dick 100 strokes. He may edge, but he may not cum. If he needs to take a break (which isn’t likely on Day 1, but may be necessary as the challenge goes on) he may do so. The strokes may be spread all throughout the day, as long as he gets the required number without orgasm.

On Day 2, he receives 200 strokes. Day 3 is 300, and so on and so on, until he reaches 1,000 on Day 10.

And, if for whatever reason, he is unable to achieve the required number of strokes, then he must start over at 100.

He is allowed to cum once he reaches 1,000, but there’s nothing saying it can’t be a ruined orgasm.

I’m looking forward to the next few days…

Schedules and Responsibilities

I won’t be able to see the Nerd until next week.

140159His work schedule is crazy this week, and I’ve got a lot going on, myself, so it just won’t be able to happen.  And that’s a bummer.  It really is.

He’s so eager, though.  He really is.  He was texting me tonight while I was working, and asked if I had any free time after I got off.  He wanted to come over to suck on my strap-on for a little bit.

And dear God, it was tempting.

But kazander is working a lot of overtime this week, so he’s already in bed, asleep.  Which means the bedroom is off-limits.  And we can’t play in the living room and risk the spawn coming out and catching us.

Dammit.

I had to tell him no.  And it killed me to do it.

But on the plus side, today wasn’t completely kink-free.  I did a lot of edging with kazander.  I love the effect it has on him.  By the 19th edge, he was writhing and panting and squirming and begging for God-knows-what.  It was adorable.  We took a shower together before I had to log in for work, and he did a very thorough job bathing me.  I always love when he bathes me.  He’s so sweet, and gentle, and it really gets him in that servitude mindset.

Throughout the night, I edged him some more, and the more I did it, the more turned-on I got.  Kazander is a very strong, powerful man.  He tends to intimidate people, he tends to be in charge in pretty much every situation he finds himself in.  Even in his circle of friends, he’s the leader.  His own parents defer to him, and let him be more or less the head of the family.

But with me, that strong man is brought to his knees, and reduced to a pitiful, mewling, gasping little boy.  It’s so addicting.  And I love watching him writhe.  It’s such a sweet drug, and I’m completely addicted.

So I teased him relentlessly, mercilessly, because it’s fun.  Then, I sat on his face for a bit, because why not?

I gave him a ruined orgasm (by accident, I’ll admit… An edge went just one stroke too far, and he couldn’t hold back) and sent him to bed.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to see the nerd on Friday, and continue to work on breaking him and making him my bitch.  It really won’t be hard.  Not with him.  Not with how docile and obedient and eager he is.

I kinda love my life.