We do have a pretty substantial orgasm gap in our relationship. The unusual part is that our gap is definitely in my favor.Continue reading “G is for Gap”
“That’s not the mug I set out for you this morning,” you say as you watch me pour the water for my tea.Continue reading “M is for Morning Mug”
The Scrabble game started last Friday and ended on Thursday. In case you missed the tweets, here are the rolls:Continue reading “R is for Results (Scrabble That Is)”
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a poll on Twitter asking about starting a new game. I asked if I should do another Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, CAH or a new game. While the poll results did appear to be tied at 35.3% for both a new one and Scrabble, they were skewed by a mistaken vote for Trivial Pursuit that I was asked to change.Continue reading “S is for Scrabble”
I don’t know if we have ever told the stories about our pen names, to be honest. The names actually came before we started the blog because we needed Twitter handles.Continue reading “C is for (Steeled Snake) Charmer”
“I need you, inside me, now. “
I was high as a kite hearing that. It was early in the morning, we had the house to ourselves, she has THAT look in her eyes. I’m raging against the cage, needing to feel her, wanting to feel her.
“Unlock. Get back here.”Continue reading “D is for Denial… Torture”
I’ve been doing this chastity thing now for several years – and life happens along the way. I wanted to quickly share something I’ve had to re-learn just recently.Continue reading “Realities of Chastity – Suddenly, it is Chafing!”
It’s been a great time in the city, we’ve been having fun finding bars, clubs, music, bands, places to play machines while taking in the sights and sounds and so much more. Tonight, we opted for a trip to that famous country bar up the road – the one with the bull, the saddle bar stools and, last time we were there, the mud wrestling…Continue reading “A Night Out on the Town…”
I wanted to play around a bit with the wand… There is so much more fear than sensation with this particular approach – but the mind-game is real. Very real.Continue reading “Chastity Lightning”
It’s a weird thought that we’re several years into this all now. I can’t believe all that has changed, how much I’ve grown up mentally, how much I’ve learned about me, about us.Continue reading “Hand Porn and Chastity Cages”
“I dunno whut happened, I was just strolling along and … BAM!”Continue reading “Chastity Cage, Caught in a Net”
You nuzzle in, scooting up against my chest and shoulder as you settle in for the night against me. I swear, at times like this, you were a cat in a former life and I can almost hear you purring. It’s wonderful, relaxed and delicious to fall asleep this way.Continue reading “I Cancelled Your Appointments”
I have said it before – I love the ways that all of this thing we do can be done. Flavors of a theme, different “levels” or activities, different approaches. All of it so finely tuned to what works for you and your partners, it’s pretty cool that there is this assumption that “well, yeah. There’s this thing, but you have to figure out the details for you in what you like.“
Take the good ol’ chastity cage, for example. There’s everything from “rivet that sucker in place” to “we use it for play time” and none is better than any other. It’s what works for you.Continue reading “Motivation, Chastity and Life”
The cage is a bizarre thing. It means different things to different people. How cool is that? Different people use it in different ways – it feels different to them mentally and physically than anyone else.
Sure there are similarities. There are root things like bondage and control and all of that. But if you read the blogs, you’ll see, it’s never exactly the same.Continue reading “Chastity Cage and a Zipper”
Sometimes it’s fun to send a surprise image, sometimes it’s fun to see if you can catch people off-guard.
For those that follow along on Twitter, you know Charmer has a great deal of fun sending to places where I have to know I have a message, but may, or may not, be able to actually read/stare at/gawk at in the moment.Continue reading “Look… I cleaned the bathrooms…”
“I’m feeling really lazy, and like, well, switching things up,” you tell me. “And besides, I like to watch you. So… here’s the deal. You get to cum!“
I smile. Then my brain kicks back in and I realize there must be a catch. There’s always a catch. Some weird twist on things or some other tweak you’re putting in the mix.
I’m not wrong.Continue reading “You’re Going to Have to Work for It…”
Sort of answer the first, with the second. But suffice to say I think I’d be classified as “kinky” and I can vouch for Charmer holding that banner as well. Weird thought, interesting label, but it got me thinking about that. Well, that and a series of posts about Chastity (think diamonds) and so much more.Continue reading “Do you… Kink? And What is Locktober/Chastity About?”
We’ve not received the volume of negative comments that others do, for that, I’m not at all unhappy. But we did receive one the other day that actually had me thinking.
In essence, (paraphrased) “What makes you so special? FLR and D/s and these things all of you write about don’t make you better than (me) and I’m sick of reading about it. People without this aren’t less happy, less sexy, less (fill in the blank)… Stop dictating how people should live!”
In essence, SHUT UP ABOUT IT.Continue reading “From comment: “What makes you so special?””
I always see these checklist of stuff that people (may) like to do, be, participate in, have done, whatever. I’m sure you’ve seen them – my favorite was a Periodic Table of Kink where it showed, by “type” different things people may be interested in. My OCD loves that it’s broken into the different areas and ideas.
But, of course, as soon as you start really looking, you find that there are so very many things (let alone Rule 34) that people like to do. You can see this on Fetlife too – 1000’s of kinks, from situational to objects to every combination you can imagine.Continue reading “Finally Figured Out My Kink”
Miss Pearl has been writing about the dearth of information about how, exactly, do you, as a guy, go about getting your wife or girlfriend to dominate you, to be in charge…
This is a look at how it’s come about for us…Continue reading “How Do I Get My Wife/Girlfriend to Dominate Me?”
It’s intteresting… when I have met people in “the community” (online, I mean, come on, I’m a chicken-sh*t in person) it takes them awhile to figure out the moniker.Continue reading “Look, Namesakeitis!”
What a glorious day – the beach is beautiful, the sun is perfect. Not too hot, but that special warmth on the skin that makes you want to just take pause and lean back and enjoy it. There’s a slight breeze even, coming off the ocean and through the small bushes and trees up and down the beach. We have this perfect spot, clean sand, some greenery, easy short trip to the cabana bar and just… silence.
Just in case it’s no…
One of the things about chastity toys and devices and how you approach it is that it’s so different person-to-person – or at least you have a lot of options in how you want to approach it. For some it’s outright denial. For others it’s a bondage-type thing. For still others it’s a “control” thing.
For some, the steel is a great thing. And that’s just an initial pass, and doesn’t take into account power exchange stuff or any combination of these and other things.
Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited. They were all women. You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc. You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun. Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.
We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring. We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown. Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.
It’s also been raining all day. The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.
We’re soaked to the core. The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.
As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open. We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints. You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions. It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.