Oh, balls!

The last few weeks have brought some interesting results.
After I returned home from my trip Od has spent very little time in his cage.
Still in chastity, just of the honor system variety.

There's been a few ruined orgasms* - some slightly pleasurable, some not - and some experiments with steel rings. Od has developed a sensitivity to the O rings we've played with in the past which causes a nasty rash, so we're staying away from those. Add in the fact that he's more determined to build his own cage (still not sure how I feel about that, it's a bit like having the convict in charge of his own jail cell), and we've got steel rings of all sorts and sized floating around our bedroom. He does love a new project.

Anyway, one evening while decked out in a large cockring around his entire package and a few smaller rings on his cock he came into the family room to play show and tell. He was massively hard. Veiny and angry looking. My interest was piqued. Down the hall to our bedroom we went and  he was buried face first in between my legs in his favored position. Which looks exactly like this :


Usually he goes in from the side so his knees are to the side of my head. This time one of us (can't remember which) wanted his metal clad cock right in my face. I wasn't about to attempt sucking it with all that steel. It's been difficult enough perfecting my technique with his piercing jewelry. And I like keeping my dental enamel, thank you. So I began sucking his balls. Really licking them, taking them into my mouth one at a time, giving good suction to them. Tugging as much as I could while avoiding the use of my teeth. My chin was barely nudging the underside of his base. I was having fun, thoroughly entertained as he continued to ravage me with his mouth. He was going to town down there. Sometimes when he does that, it's mostly for his enjoyment. He's mentioned before that in the right state of horniness he can get very close to his own orgasm just by eating me out. I think this was one of those times.

Without any other stimulation than ball play and without any notice from him he stiffened suddenly and spurted all over my chest and collarbone. His cum was hot and I could feel it settling into that dip and running down the side of my neck to collect in the crook of my shoulder. There was a lot, and between the precarious positions of it and my shock of what just happened I froze. He was frozen above me too, all licking forgotten.

"Where did that come from?"
"I could've used some warning!"
"Oh God, it's spreading! Could you get me a towel?"
"Did you really just cum from me licking your balls?"

I was so astonished and amused I didn't give him any time to reply.
After finding something  (a dirty sock perhaps, I don't know) to wipe me and the sheets down with, he said it happened with little warning.

I was surprised at this outcome. I've long suspected that he'll be able to cum from little or no penile stimulation with a vibrating toy in his ass. This now convinces me even more. He's very versatile in his ability to achieve orgasm. My hope is to be able to make him cum with the strap on I bought for him as I use it while he's caged up. I'm still working on that. With him out of his cage so often lately it's been difficult getting him in the right frame of mind.

There's so much more to a chastity device than "Nope. Dick's locked up. Can't wank - can't fuck." It's like a science experiment with hormones and psychology. The mixture has to be juuuuust right for the result I want. I want him both loving and hating the cage and it's effect on his body. I want him frustrated, but happy to please. And begging maybe just a little, perhaps.   ;)   I'd be a liar if I said the groaning, grunting, and panting didn't turn me on. It does. A lot. I want him to know the only release he'll be having is if he let's me  fuck him. I want him to want it. And we're not quite there yet. I've got to get myself there, too. Remember I'm switchy, and life has left me feeling needy as of late and relying on Od to be the stronger partner. I won't say we've cleared the hurdles completely, but I've regained my former chutzpah. I'm ready to take my bull by his horn! Or would that be by my horn? *shakes head* Either way, his ass is mine.

There was another close call the other night when I was massaging his balls at bedtime, running my nails lightly on his inner thighs, dipping down with my fingertips to massage between his cheeks, circling my fingers around his sack and tugging in a rhythmic way that had him on edge and making those sounds that make me squirm with arousal. He asked me to stop so many times while continuing to flex his hips and spreading his legs open even more. Eventually I did stop when he asked a final time. He was tensing up and breathing deeply. That's one of his tells.

So once again he was turned on enough to almost cum without me ever touching his cock.
This is a complete power trip for me and I'm loving it.
I have a feeling he'll be handing over his final V-card very soon. 


*A ruined orgasm is where stimulation ceases at the time of ejaculation, decreasing or completely removing pleasurable sensation. Stimulation of the now sensitive cock can begin again afterwards, further ruining any pleasure and even causing discomfort. Ball torture during or after orgasm can be a form of ruining an orgasm. Typically for us I just remove all stimulation in order to prevent the orgasm, but our efforts sometimes fail resulting in a ruined or incomplete orgasm. Od's concentrated effort in trying to hold back adds to the diminished pleasure.

TMI Tuesday 6/21/11

Thanks to Hedone for the heads up about this week's TMI questions being posted. Just a few simple questions, and then one reeeeeeally heavy bonus question. Good Lord, did the last one make me think! (and squirm, and breath heavy, and blush)

Here we go :

1.  How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts– penetrative or not– are sex.
I've had sex in...*counting*.......definitely 8 states. Maybe 1 or 2 more.
I've had sex in 1 measly country. Boo. Boring. I know.
If my husband would get on a plane I could add a few more, but sadly he's deathly afraid of flying.
The last time I was in another country was 20 years ago. Well....I did have an interesting flirting/eyeballing thing going on with a guy in the travel group, but nothing came of it. He was too old for me and I was engaged.

2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.
For a man - hands down a white button up shirt, untucked, with the sleeves rolled up. In jeans. Barefoot. Wearing a bracelet, wristwatch, or maybe a ring. Shirt can be buttoned, unbuttoned. Doesn't matter. Adam does this look justice. I don't know why I like it so much, I just do. Oh - Rob can rock the look, too.

For myself, as a woman, I feel more confident with a pair of boots on, more sexy with a pair of "good butt" jeans on, and more flirty with a dress on. Even more so if it twirls. I have a black knit strapless sundress with ruffles on it, and I've been wearing it constantly since the weather turned warm. I'm always braless and usually commando underneath, and Od knows it. It was lying on the bed for me when I returned home from my trip - his silent request for me to "slip into something more comfortable"!

3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not?
Hmmm........so many variables. Am I a guy? Do I prefer sassy, curvy, kinky, fun-loving blondes with just enough moxy to make them hard to handle? Yes? Then abso-fucking-lutely. I should prepare to have my world altered.

4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth?
Most definitely my heart. I wear it on my sleeve, and that's not always a good thing.
I don't hide my emotions, good or bad, and despite how confident and practical I can be, my feelings get hurt easily. I'm also very protective of people I care for, so when they hurt, I hurt.

5. Fill-in the blank: I’m a total priss when it comes to _____ .
My hair. I'm vain about my hair when it matters. When I want it to look good I've been known to stomp my foot in frustration at it's lack of cooperation. And throw brushes at the vanity. And curse styling tools. Maybe that's more bratty than prissy. I'm not really a "prissy" girl, per se.

Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.
With the right man I could seriously get into power exchange. I have dominant tendencies and a sadistic streak that I would relish in releasing on a beautifully submissive male plaything. I can think of nothing sexier and more fulfilling than to hear gasps, moans, panting, and pleading from a combination of pain and pleasure. I would plan out a scene where each command was followed by an agreeable "yes ma'am". He would be bound, at my mercy, and loving every minute of it. Teasing touches interspersed with surprising glances of a flogger, drips of candle wax, or a controlling yank of his restraints. Oh, the things he would be begging me to do.........and I would do them.

Recharging my batteries

How often do you hear someone say "Oh, I don't have time for that" or "I could never get away with that" when discussing hobbies, vacations, downtime, or simply enjoying the bliss of doing absolutely nothing?

I'm fortunate that I get time to just enjoy. We don't take big, expensive, or even lengthy vacations usually. Fact is, we're overdue for some forced family time. Last year Od and I shacked up in a cozy cabin for the 4th of July and made quite a bit of our own fireworks, we took a small road trip by ourselves in May, and 3 times a year I go away for a long girl's weekend with a group of friends. I need the change of scenery, and to recharge my batteries. You know the saying about "happy wife, happy life"? Yeah, Od does too - smart man that he is.  ;)

I was away last week on such a trip and there was much laughing, eating, drinking, swimming, sunning, and just plain having fun. My batteries are fully recharged, and I was more than ready to get home to Od, our home, and everything in it. (including our bed, his mouth, and a few toys that didn't get to make the trip this time) It's funny how 3 years used to be what I considered a "long time" and now 3 days has me wet, squirming, and cursing slow drivers as I make the trek home. My body wanted his mouth, his fingers, and my vibrator. In that order. His cock would have to wait - because of that pesky cage, you know. *evil laugh*
No worries, though. I couldn't manage to wait until Sunday (my original plan) and after an hour or two of lounging and loving in our bed, his latest stretch of chastity was over as I released him, then let him release. Eventually.

That was Saturday, and yesterday was spent in a flurry of activities honoring the two men who mean the most to me. I fell asleep early, desperately needing to catch up, and was barely able to open my eyes when Od joined me in bed for a snuggle. It wasn't how I envisioned the end of the day. He has a few gifts from me left to open. I got up from bed this morning with a long list of to-do items and after checking my email decided to forget those things and recharge my batteries a little more.

I had the house to myself, an early morning thunderstorm was brewing, and with some imagination and inspiration I headed back to bed and simply enjoyed.

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 3

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Mr. Brown

He looks a lot like my guy. I laughed out loud when I
found this. Judging by the random location and his
pose, you just know some Brown-loving perv like me
asked him to take his picture. Obviously he's used to it.

I love Mr. Brown. He always brings me the nicest things. Never mind that I paid for them myself. And since it seems that you were all good boys and girls (except for the expected naughtiness) I'll follow through on my promise and share with you what I got .

I've been working on my husband to get him used to anal play for over a year now. (can you believe I was one of those unfortunate girls that had to convince my guy to fuck me in the ass?) Well, I succeeded and no sooner was he hooked on it, I turned the tables on him. I've tried different toys and my fingers and I know pretty well what he likes and dislikes. The final frontier is strap on sex. He's not opposed to it, but has needed to work up to the act a little slower. To be honest, I have some stage fright myself .

Through our conversations I found out through his clues that he was ready - just not ready to ask for it. He did once before when he wanted toy penetration. Seeing him squirm and grasp for words as he ran his fingers through his hair then just blurt out "I want you to fuck me" is not a scene I'll soon forget. Neither is the event that followed.  ;)

I shopped around for the perfect cock. This one meets all the requirements.

It's not an intimidating length or width, is a smooth texture (for less drag and more comfort), has a vibrating bullet, and is made from high quality silicone by Vixen. (which I find ironically amusing) He'll love the vibrations. It's perfect. We already have a harness, so we're good to go.

Too much time has passed since we've played with any kind of bondage and I'm missing it. (need to replace the bed restraints ASAP) I came across this pretty thing and it spoke to me.

Od has had this curious reaction for the past few months every time I'm on top or above his face - for any reason. He's even gone so far as to encourage it. He gets overly excited and responsive when I drop my breast in his face ("best fucking thing ever" he says) or when I'm riding his face a la 69. I'm thinking that combining the collar with the bed restraints while he's on his back will provide me with excellent entertainment. I'm already planning.

I picked up this little thing, too.

Just a nice slappy thing to have around. Never know when a girl might need it. My spoons could use a break. ;)

And finally, la piece de resistance. (photos are copyrighted - sorry)
Some of you might know this, but my husband is handy, and has a knack for making things. He wanted to make his own device. And he could. But time in the shop without nosy interference was hard to come by and his impatient wife finally put her foot down.

"Just buy a damn cage. We don't need a work of art, especially considering we're testing the waters."
Point was taken.
He ordered the cage and it arrived safe and sound in a pink velvet-like pouch. WTF? Must be for all those humiliation lovers. *shakes head*
Anyway. It's an affordable stepping stone. The better chastity devices are made from higher quality material and cost a lot more. Od is funny about his physical comfort so I didn't want to splurge big money on something that he'd refuse to wear.
His first two days in confinement consisted of putting the device on after work and wearing it until time to leave for work the next day. I'm shocked that he's had only minor problems so far. The lock needs the sharp edges filed, and he experienced a panicky situation yesterday when he tried a smaller base ring on for kicks and giggles.
This is the text I got from him while he was squirreled away in the bedroom :

I got it on but I can't get it off! :(

Followed by :

You are so gonna be the one to explain this at the E.R.

I replied :

Nuh uh. Relax. I'll bring ice.

His response was :

Hurry!!!

We iced his balls down some, removed the cage, iced his swollen cock into submission, then carefully slithered it out of the base ring and his balls popped out with little difficulty. It was basically the kinky grown up version of getting one's head stuck in the banister. I assure you, he won't be doing that again!  :D

Last night while cuddled up together and I was fondling him I wondered out loud "So what's your impression so far? You seem to like it."

He shrugged "I don't know.....it's kind of cozy. I just need to stop getting hard every time I put it on, or I can't wear it to work"

It had to be said - so I did. "Awwww. You are a kinky fucker, aren't you? That's why I love you."

And with that and a loving little pat to his balls - he officially became my Man of Steel.

(not really) HNT - Red

As stated, this is not really half-nekkid, but a little revealing nonetheless.
I took this photo in DC while playing around with my camera and the dual reflections of vanity and closet door mirrors.
This is my new (and soon to be corrected) hair color.
I used to be a dark blonde - dirty blonde. Whichever.
Now I'm some version of a redhead/strawberry blonde. (still dirty, though)  ;)

I'm not surprised that the red came out of the color change. I come from red stock.
My granny is a redhead.
My mom has auburn hair.
I was auburn at birth - then a towhead.
My son was a strawberry blond at birth - now dark blond like me.

Stubborn, tenacious, feisty, and spirited doesn't even begin to cover it.
The stories I could tell about my grandma, the things she's done, and the words that have come out of her mouth! Needless to say - I love her to death.



This was my good hair day I mentioned in my FF post. Not very indicative of my natural curls. They were tamed into submission this particular day.

 Happy HNT everybody!

TMI Tuesday 6/7/11

First of all, can I just say "WOW!" A person puts up an innocent post about squirting  and her blog hits go through the freaking roof!!! I woke up to a ridiculous number on my daily stats. Thanks for reading and commenting. ;)

This weeks TMI revolves around moods, and well, since I'm female and a Leo - I've got them in spades. I'll admit to being a fool to the whimsy of my moods. You just never know which Freya you'll get at any given hour of any given day. My husband has earned his stripes throughout our marriage, believe me! I like to think he has it much easier these days. *thinks about that a minute* I suppose that depends on your definition of easy. he he  ;) Let's just put it this way : we're both a hell of a lot happier and more content than we used to be - and that's with straps, a flogger, and a crop involved!

Moving on. It's Tuesday. I played. Here are the results...............................

In the Mood…
(Borrowed from Friday 5 meme)

1. What puts you in a creative mood?
Color combinations spark my creativity the most. That's why I have to have something in every color if I like it. I throw the colors together first, then I choose the medium and textures I like. The process can take hours and the results are hardly ever what I envisioned, and sometimes even better!

2. What puts you in a silly mood?
I'm usually in a silly mood. There's typically some sort of mirth rolling around my brain waiting for a chance to pop out. We're a very expressive family. It comes out at every chance. I get very punchy at the end of a long day when my body is exhausted but my mind won't shut off. If the giggles ensue it could take upwards of 30 minutes for them to clear. The fact that I'm the only one enjoying the hilarity just makes it funnier. It's a vicious cycle.

3. What puts you in a contemplative mood? cemeteries, libraries, museums, and church. Anywhere that's quiet enough for me to just absorb the atmosphere. It's calming and gives me the sense of being very small, yet at the same time part of something big. The Grand Canyon left me feeling that way, too.

My really bad moods make me contemplative as well, but those thoughts are usually dark and self deprecating. Nobody likes it when I go there.

4. What puts you in a competitive mood?
I'm not very competitive. I don't really see the need. If I'm gonna push myself to be better than it will be by my own standards, not anyone else's. Also, I don't use my kids as a way to compete in the parenthood arena, either. This is a major problem where I live. So many nasty people whose goal in life is to live vicariously through their children's success. It's just sad really. I'm happy for my kids' victories, but I don't force them or lay claim to them either. Ooooh. *cringe* I think that line of thinking hit a nerve. I'll stop there before I pull out my soapbox.

5. If you consider yourself a talkative person, what puts you in a quiet mood? If you consider yourself a quiet person, what puts you in a talkative mood?
I can be quite chatty if I haven't talked to you in awhile and sometimes I have the thought later on "I really should have just shut up." I'm rarely made speechless, but pissing me off will get you a few minutes of calm before the storm hits. And if I'm in a quiet mood, then making me laugh will usually perk me right up. :)

6. What can a person do that will instantly put you in a sexy mood?
If you give good flirt or show passion in any way it gets me revved up. Just a little spark can start a wildfire if handled correctly.

Bonus: What song puts you in a sexy mood? If possible post a link to the song so that we can listen to it.
One song that pops up on my playlist and automatically has me breathing deeply, thinking about erotic possibilities is this one. Enjoy.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a man in brown to stalk. I'm expecting 2 fun packages to be delivered today. If you're good boys and girls, I'll share later!