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A Safe Word

We very rarely use a safe word in our female led relationship, however we used one recently during an edging session.

“A safe word”,  I hear you ask, “for edging?”

The safe word was to be used if I was going to orgasm.  Therefore means that the spunk would remain safely inside of my body.   We’ve used many different words or phrases for this, including “Your My Goddess”, “Stop”, “Smack my balls”, “Hobbit”, “Deny me” and “Banana”.

Perhaps, next time she takes me to the edge and I use the safe word she’ll go all the way.  I can dream 😉

Control from 2800 Miles

I travel quite a bit and we almost every night we end up sexting each other.   This usually ends up with the inevitable – an erection.  “Isn’t is nice to know that you can make my cock erect from all that distance?”.    “Yes”, she replies, “and I can make sure it doesn’t happen when your home, can’t I?”.     “Yes darling I know you can”.     And she does, she is the keyholder, masturbatrix and Mistress.

Locked Again

Its been a long time since I’ve been locked in the Dicktator, but when the Key Mistress was going to the theatre I left her a request if she would “lock cock”.   A few hours later she got the message when I was at work and I was commanded to get my ass home for lunch.     A few minutes was all it took to get the Dicktator fitted and the padlock clicked to indicate that I was now locked.

As the Key Mistress was going shopping first I wouldn’t see her when I got home and I selected a quiet evening doing some work with the TV on in the background.   I thought that NCIS would be a good choice with no provocative images, but how wrong I was.  The particular episode that evening had a story with a teenage boy with a stash of girlie mags under his bed.  We got a few flashes of the pictures contained within and the dialogue continued about the same for a minute or so.   That kind stirred some interest and soon I was straining at the Dicktator and getting me quite frustrated.

Later when the Key Mistress returned from her day out she was in a good mood and totally relaxed.   She wanted to know if there was anything I wanted to ask – “yes”, i said, “will you unlock me?”  She made me repeat it until I gave her the more proper form of address.  “Please, Lady C, could you unlock me?”

I was duly unlocked and thanked Lady C for both locking and more importantly unlocking me.  Once unlocked I was feeling a bit horny and some relief would have been nice, but the Key Mistress was tired and wanted to goto bed and sleep.  So even in my unlocked state I had to endure further frustration.

It’s now Saturday morning and I’m locked again.  I was still feeling quite horny and as the Key Mistress is at work this weekend I thought it best that she locked me again.