Valentine's Day Reflections and Locking Plans

Valentine’s Day has arrived where I am. I’m not entirely certain how common this tradition is, but if you observe it in your region, what are your plans to celebrate? Or, if the day has already passed, how did your Keyholder mark it?:)

I’m anticipating that she will check “The List.” There are several enjoyable activities on there that I like which she often overlooks. We’ll have the house mostly to ourselves for a next while this evening, so it could be an ideal moment. HOWEVER, given our brief playtime last night, her list might just involve watching the Olympics and going straight to bed.

KH sent me a "Happy Valentines Day" message this morning and pointed out that today also marks the start of Lent. I’m not completely certain, but I believe the implication is that it signals a (customary) time of self-denial. Or in our case, a denial determined by KH. Right now, I am uncaged because my cage suffered a structural failure, and I am anxiously waiting for a "new" (previously owned) custom-made JB cage to arrive. It should get here early next week. Earlier this week, KH found out that I had taken off the problematic cage without her knowledge or permission, and she declared there would be a penalty for that. On top of that, she decided I need to stay locked until I generate enough additional income to match her position, allowing her to retire. It’s doable for me; it just won’t happen overnight. This might turn out to be a longer Lent than usual.

Since Mrs. Twisted departed Monday for her two-week journey, we celebrated on Sunday instead. I had some fresh raspberries intended for supper when she snatched a few and pulled me up to the bedroom...she sprayed whipped cream onto her right breast and placed a berry on it, then told me to handle it—I sucked, licked, and chewed until she was ready to do the same with her left breast. Once I finished that one, the remaining berries plus extra whipped cream went between her pussy lips, which I had to eat out as well, of course. At some point, she made me flip over so I was kneeling in a sort-of 69 position while she teased my still-caged cock, which, naturally, was struggling against the CB3k. Her tongue felt amazing on the parts poking through the holes and slot, and by the time she came, I was so wound up that I ended up fucking air for quite some minutes after she finished resting. I was right at the edge—that tipping point where you would slam it home and start squirting...if only there were friction from something other than air. It was incredibly frustrating. Later on, she unlocked me, and while we watched TV on the couch, she climbed over me for more sucking and licking of her breasts. She straddled my lap and eventually pulled my cock out to rub it against her pussy while teasing about being away on her trip, possibly playing with some young cowboy studs while I stayed home locked up without even a jerk-off. After a bit, she slid my cock inside her for a few inches and moved slowly around. When she asked "The idea of me fucking other guys really turns you on, doesn't it?" I lost control and started squirting. She wasn’t moving fast, so the climax was mostly 'ruined'. She seemed slightly disappointed that it was ruined; she had hoped for a full orgasm from me. I reassured her that it was fine (I had actually been expecting not to cum at all and to be thoroughly frustrated until she returned), but this ruin has left me even hornier than if I’d held out. Afterward, I grilled steaks and prepared some special sides. We were both very full, and neither of us finished the meal.

> member_c219571518 wrote: > This may be a longer Lent than usual. :lol: Well, I hope Easter brings you a wonderful celebration!

> member_1f353e1d87 wrote: > Since Mrs. Twisted left Monday for a two week trip, we celebrated on Sunday. I hope the two weeks aren't too miserable. I'm glad you managed to spend some time together before she went.

For my part, I finished assembling our family picture wall as her gift. She claimed she didn't get me a present, but it turns out she did, and I liked hers better than if she had bought something specific for me. Her present started on the kitchen table, moved to the bedroom rug, and ended up in bed. Her instructions were: "I'm going to edge you in 5 different positions." Happy report: for positions 6 and 7, I got the green light to cum.

> member_abd7d46b0f wrote: > > member_1f353e1d87 wrote: > Since Mrs. Twisted left Monday for a two week trip, we celebrated on Sunday. I hope the two weeks aren't too miserable. I'm glad you had some time together before she left. LOL, it’s taking me longer to readjust to wearing the cage than expected. The first night was smooth with no issues, but since then I’ve been struggling with 'pinching' that wakes me up roughly every 90 minutes or so. I think it's a mix of losing the 'toughness' in the skin under my scrotum from our last session; and the extra horniness resulting from her sudden decision to get back into this, insisting on the cage along with her apparent enthusiasm for cuckolding. It has long been my wish to see her *want* control because that’s what *she* wants (for her own reasons), and to insist on it without any prompting or suggestion from me. My specific 'kink' is forced control and forced participation in various sexual activities, ranging from the more mundane pleasuring of her while I am denied myself to the less common and more 'extreme' end involving cuckolding and forced involvement in 'unusual' activities. > She was straddling my lap and eventually she fished my cock out and started rubbing her pussy on it while she teased me about how she would be away on her trip, possibly playing with some young cowboy studs while I was locked here at home and not even able to jerk off. That exchange got a bit more complex than what I originally wrote. She was suggesting that I wouldn’t *know* if she were fooling around...and I had to clarify that although it’s perfectly fine for her to make up stories about doing things she isn't actually doing, if she really *is* screwing around, I need to know. Some guys (on another site) seem to enjoy the uncertainty, but my kink lies in knowing yet being unable to act— I don’t want a situation of sneaking and deceit where she has freedom but with the condition that I must be aware and 'somehow' participating. She can have her fun, but it needs to feed my kink; otherwise, the scenario falls apart and offers little for *me*. Ideally, I would actually be present and forced to watch and participate in various ways before, during, and after...she has previously teased me about such things, and I know she dreams of doing them (I hear her talk in her sleep), but until now her [conscious] inhibitions have stopped her from realizing those desires. Another development was that the TV show 'How To Get Away With Murder' was playing in the background. At one point, two queer guys were kissing on screen; I turned my view away, but she said "your cock seems to like that." Actually, I don’t—two men kissing squicks me out and is one of my few 'hard limits' (the other being no rimming by other men). I haven't restricted her from forcing any other activity, but I draw the line on those two. The notable part was her mention that my "cock seems to like it." One idea that arouses me is that she insists my arousal at 'unusual' activities tells her to go ahead and make them happen, regardless of any real or apparent resistance...though I’ve never actually told her this directly, so the thought that she might have come up with it herself is quite arousing. A small detail was when she was waiting for one of her flights a few days ago; she deliberately informed me that she was wearing the Key on a necklace, exposed and visible to everyone. The idea that people might see it and understand its purpose also arouses me. She really seems to be 'getting into it' big time this round. Of course, this sudden appearance of a willing and wanton 'Mistress' has aroused me significantly, which almost certainly factors into my difficulty adjusting to the cage’s return. I am quite curious about how she arrived at the decision to re-activate 'The Game' after I had just fed her 'subby' desires by forcing her to submit to *me*, which she clearly wanted at that time...but I don’t want to ask for fear of 'breaking the spell'.

My wife let me order her a leather whip for Valentine's day. It isn't a full-length Indiana Jones style, but a shorter version. That was my gift to her. For my "present", she plans to test the whip on me when it arrives in the mail. Looks like she gets two gifts!