Followers, this has been fun … but we’re going to be taking a break from posting images here for a while.

Maybe for good. There are folks taking our images as their own, in some cases profiting from them, and removing the elements which make them personal to us. To wit, bootboy001, thechasititypages and my-sissy. There are several others, with those being the ones to point to right off the top.

We get that this is Tumblr, where some people wish they could live a life different from their daily grind (and we’re fortunate that kink is a large part of our intimacy), but we’ve not the stomach for where some of those pictures have ended up.

We’ve tried to communicate directly with those abusers, nicely and with civility, and it’s to a point now where we’re certain our ‘asks’ are falling on deaf ears.

The vast majority of you lot are great people, many of whom we’d like to chat up, but a dozen or so bad apples have steadily ruined this for us.

Enjoy what’s here. We may or may not be back for it. Cheers.

She’s teasing me tonight.

We’ve been discussing the merits and demerits of a stainless rivet, epoxy or a small amount of Permatex on the security screw — and how they would limit access to Her toy.

Not much discussion on the early-morning berry-pulling ache. None to be discussed, apparently.

cuckoldsinchastity:

They do seem uncomfortable, sometimes :-)

The ORIGINAL words were about how this is no longer that uncomfortable in the mornings, despite appearances. This comment was added to our original words by rohosub (whose blog we enjoy immensely) months ago, but he left our comments with his own.

This image has gone pretty far afield, as have several other poignant photos we’ve taken over the last year.

Note to rebloggers: kindly attribute these, so we can follow them. We do check up, and would appreciate folks not claiming them as their own.

This is a lifestyle for us, not a game, and the words we attach to our images MEAN something to us. We’re not into cuckolding, swinging, public humiliation or a host of other things we see here, but we like seeing where our images go — and we like seeing how our brand of kink overlaps with the kinks of others.

We have found dozens of blogs we’ve chosen to follow because our link stayed intact through the process of reblogging responsibly. We don’t reblog a whole lot, but we give due credit to the sources and our commentary is generally about how the image made us feel.

If you choose to turn off the ask and comment boxes, as is the case with ‘crlcfarl’ here — whom we tried to reach before reblogging this back to our page — we’ll resort to this method to get your attention.

We’ll remove this when we hear back from this person. It’d be nice if it was sooner, rather than later.

My dear Wife put the humbler and Aneros to use. The humbler lived up to its name; it is extraordinarily frustrating to have the bits pulled tightly up and back, and the feeling of exposure that came with the handcuffs was unreal.

The combination of the taught-stretched skin from the tip to the base, the prostate stilulator doing its job with every squirming movement … and the kneeling position the humbler forced me to assume (while unable to touch Her tools) was nearly enough to put me ‘round the bend. As it was, She toyed with me for far longer than I thought I could take.

Thankfully, ours is a loving relationship. She took Her sweet time with me, but eventually She took what She was after.

We woke up very late this morning.

My darling Wife got it into her head this evening She was going to let loose all of Her tension. The game afoot was to see how long She could play with Her cock before it had no choice but to come.

She had to have planned it. Collar and lead locked to the headboard, wrists to ankles, pink and black slutty costume … She introduced the purple plug, bound the twig and berries in leather straps, ball-gagged me and went for broke with teasing and denial.

After a great deal of agonising pleasure for us both, She removed the gag, mounted me, then asked me if I was ready to have my orgasm yet.

It was bloody amazing when I finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

Right. No. Not happening. No ice.

(Dammit, Anon ;) She reads this too, you know!)

There are times when I’m forced to think of exciting things (like Mum’s meat pie or Auntie’s bread pudding) in order to satisfy Milady’s requirements.

I’d been waiting about twenty minutes here, what with the base ring acting like a cockstrap and grudgingly letting the blood out.

We have a cock sheath, yes, and we’ve used it a few times. There is at least one photograph of it on the blog.

She does dearly love using it in conjunction with steel restraints on me, as it prevents me touching either myself or Her in the time before, during and after She’s on it.

It isn’t like us to contemplate numbing cream. We have a LOT of sex. Her ambitions are manifold; make me come hard while restrained fully. Make me wait to come until I forget to ask permission and it’s too late. Make me come while locked in a chastity cage. Make me frustrated by locking the padlock after She comes, denying me.

I should clarify, also, that I very rarely ‘fuck’ my Wife. We have a very normal day-to-day relationship, but She is absolutely on top in the boudoir. It has been an evolution to get here, but suffice to say I’m locked up and do not have a key. When She decides to unlock me, the tone’s been set. Mostly, we make passionate love. Rarely is it animalistic, though it does happen from time to time.

We are very much in love, nearly always frisky, and very much physically attracted to each other. Fetishes, such as they are, aren’t icing on that cake, either. They’re complimentary from me to Her (and vice-versa), and they’ve all been integrated into our sex life very well.

The overarching fetishes are my need to be locked up and her need to regain control of her sexual identity. If you read back through our posts, you’ll see the slow evolution of our turn-ons from ‘his and hers’ to ‘Hers and his.’

Numbing cream, available at the chemist, would make it easier on me. In the sheath, most especially, that edge — the just-shy-of-the-tipping-point feeling which falls thiiiis short of a trigger — would be lost, and that control that’s so important to my Wife would be diminished.

Great question!

The CB-6000 looks like some sort of jewelry when it’s cleaned and put away.