Life gets in the way sometimes

I haven't posted anything lately because, well, there hasn't been a whole lot to post since the last steamy entry into this blog.

Mistress and I have fallen out of the kink scene as of late due to an abundance of real life work hours, promotions (mine. Huzzah!) and stress over juggling too many things at once.

About 2 weeks after the last post when Mistress fucked me she allowed me to cum inside of her during real, penetrative sex. She's let me do the same several times since then, and the whole D/s relationship has pretty much been forgotten for the moment.

I still lasted longer than I ever have in chastity this time around. Perhaps we'll play again some day in the same way. From what I've read on some of the other blogs that I've found through keyheld.blogspot.com this can be an off and on type of kink.

I'm ok with that.

It's fun to push boundries, but only when both parties are all in. Lately our head space just hasn't been there. We need each other in a more equal and balanced way than what our kinky lifestyle was providing.

Perhaps that's just because we haven't worked out exactly how to do this "properly" yet. Maybe we'll learn as we move forward with out marriage how to both be kinky and deal with stressful times (not bad mind you, just stressful) at the same time. But we're still young and learning.

I will say though, it's nice to be able to get so many PIV orgasms after previously getting none at all!

The good ol boys

I work with a lot of older men. Most of my coworkers are over 50.
I'm actually the youngest on the crew, at the age of 26. The next guy? 39.
These men interact in a particular way. There's a lot of poking fun of each other. Off colour remarks are common, as are insults about being unskilled, bad in bed, gay, or attracted to ugly women. All in all, things that are, unfortunately, considered "guy talk."

Today there were a lot of jokes directed towards one of my coworkers. He is big, buff, and black, and he's very proud of his one foot long penis! We've never seen it, but we've all heard stories that he's told, and heard the stories of women that he's been with. With all of his pride, he is very easy to get to. Tease him even a little and he get's all uppity!
Say he has a tiny penis and well... his stammering and resolute refusal of that being the truth is hilarious to watch.

What struck me today though is that while my coworker was being teased, here I was with my own cock stuck in a confining cage. If any of them had known what I was walking around with, I'm sure the teasing would have been directed in a much different direction.

I felt very exposed all day. My job today involved cleaning things in an old apartment unit, so I was on my knees for a good portion of the day. Nothing could have made me feel more self conscious though as when people would walk about behind me.

We ate a big lunch at a local restaurant. It was delicious, but I ate far too much! This came in handy though because as I was walking into the apartment afterwards I had to take a strange step in order to move my cage back into place so that I didn't pinch me so much.

I know that nobody can see anything. Nobody looks, nobody has noticed so far. I'm the only one that can tell a difference. "I can tell you ate too much! You're walking funny."
Yes, I 'ate too much.' That's it.

Tomorrow evening I get to see my Fiance. I can't wait.  It's hard to go so many days without being able to talk to her in person.

I'm also hoping that she will show me kindness, and grant me a few moments of freedom.

Day 1

The first night was torture.

I tried to sleep, but my erections felt like they would never subside! I would toss and turn and moan and whimper. My hands found their way to my exposed and swollen balls and grabbed them, trying to massage them and get them to convince my cock to retreat back into it's smaller state once again.

This happened several times last night. I would eventually fall asleep, only to be woken again by a raging hard on pushing at the inside of my plastic prison. Yet I couldn't help but smile. This was my doing, and it was for my Lover. The cage was like the hand of my Mistress Luchia, and she was the one who would eventually set me free, just like she had before in so many ways.

The morning eventually came, even if I didn't. I got up and used the toilet. This takes much longer than it used to before my cage. Having to clean around every small area inside and out is time consuming. But I'm sure I'll get the hang of it eventually.
I got ready for work. Got into my truck and drove away from the safety of my house.

I was nervous.

My pants don't show too much of anything. They're loose enough to hide my added mass, but it doesn't stop me from being nervous.

Mistress says it's because I know something is different, and so I expect others to know too. But they won't know unless I show them. It doesn't stop me from feeling anxious about the close proximity to so many people who know me while I have a swinging weight and padlock between my legs!

For the most part the day went as normal though. I got a few erections. They were as painful as they had been the night before. Some when I would start over thinking what had happened over the weekend. One when I was standing a particular way and my balls brushed very sweetly over the inside of my underpants. And a couple for no reason at all. Those were the most frustrating!

Aside from those setbacks I did fairly well. I have to get out of the truck a different way than what I'm used to. The cage has a large lump on the bottom of it that pokes into my scrotum, and it's the only part of the cage that I can really feel. It pinched me a few times, but I'm not sure if it's something that I'll get used to, or if I'll have to do something about it...

It was about half way through the day when I thought that this would be something worth documenting online. Luchia had suggested that we make a video about the beginning, showing my excitement for the month to come. "That way you'll remember that YOU asked for this," she told me with a grin.

I will see my Lover on Thursday, and she says that if I'm good, she might let me out.
Might...

I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I do hope that the days pass quickly.

It's time for bed now. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I'm sure I won't get much sleep.