KnownAsHerbert wrote: ↑Sat Aug 31, 2024 10:30 am
It appears that Vikki has heard...
Oops!
I’ve learned so much about different cultures on here. Maybe Herbi would like to visit southern half of US. around here all women are referred to as miss. (First name). Unless it is a hierarchy position such as a teacher or supervisor, in which case last name is inserted.
Maybe a holiday in Alabama or similar would get me used to it then, and stop me feeling so self conscious about calling her Miss Emmie all the time
Or Miss Vikki of course.
And a message this afternoon from the latter read:
"Hi herb hope yr ok. I hear yv got an appointment with mr ouchy to lft!"
Thanks for that, Miss Vikki.
Nice lunch out though today. Traditional Sunday roast at the local carvery with a couple of refreshing ciders to wash it all down. Great stuff.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
I can find no pattern to it. It can be calm and peaceful night of quality sleep, a night with comfortable tightness that's quite pleasurable, or a night of turmoil where the raging hormones slosh around causing havoc.
Last night was a howling storm and straining against the bars that woke me early and kept me awake. How can Miss Emmie sleep through such turmoil? Oh yes, of course, she's blissfully unaware and what happens inside the Cobra Nub. Thankfully, I can work at home today, mostly reading in subdued lighting with plenty of strong hot coffee.
I was told that I've only got 9 more nights before I can come out of the Nub and go into something smaller. Marvellous.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
Monday evening:
the time after our meal was declared to be "practicality time", which means inspection and cleaning, i.e. bath night. A supervised bath night where the cage gets removed for a full clean while I give myself a full clean in the hot soapy water. Once those practicalities are done I usually only get a few more minutes before it's time to get out and dry, as was the case last night. Longer soaks, where I can relax and enjoy the feeling of the hot water relaxing me tend to be unsupervised and therefore caged. A long soak without the cage would be a real luxury but Miss Emmie would then have to "just sit there to keep an eye on me".
Fully dried off anyway and lying on the bed feeling warmed through, nice and clean, and pretty relaxed. Time for inspection and, as usual, nothing of any significance found. Just my cock a bit unusually shaped having been squashed up for so long. It will be fine, I was told.
Em: edging?
Me: that would be nice. Yes please.
Miss Emmie, without a word, stripped off in front of me and laid on her back.
Em: you can have a tit wank but if you come you have to lick me clean, BUT...
Me: Yes?
Em: You're not going to come. Ok?
Me : Ok, Miss Emmie.
Oh what a lovely time we had! Miss Emmie pushed her breasts together with me in between them until I had to pull away and stop. Then again. And again. Then she just said "Ok, enough. Stop now".
Em: lie still.
I did as I was told and Miss Emmie applied some oil to sooth my skin and keep it supple. I got at least another hour of freedom to "give me a break and let it breathe" but with instructions, of course, to not touch it.
Finally, "Right. Put the Nub back on". Oh my. There were some difficulties here. Firstly, it hadn't really shrunk back enough yet and secondly, everything was rather slippery from the oil. It took some time and patience to get it back in and it felt like it might erupt all by itself a couple of times. But it didn't, and at last it was contained and secure, key turned, removed and handed to my still naked keyholder who wiped it on a tissue (it was a bit oily) and hung it around her neck.
Em: Well done. Does it feel ok?
Me: Yes, all comfortable and safe.
Em: Good. All secure in the little nub. You can get hard as much as you like again now.
Me : Yes. Thank you Miss Emmie.
Strange how being told that I can get hard as much as I like was enough to get me hard. In an instant the cage was full and tight. She knew that would happen, of course.
Em: Down, please.
"Down" is a new one word command. It's just short for "Go down and get to work".
Another virtual bean in her virtual jar and then in was the night time routine of getting everything ready for the morning, checking doors, lights out, final drinks (hot chocolate last night) before going up to bed. Another bean and then cuddled up to settle for sleep.
And I did sleep. I needed to after some less successful nights and ended up catching up a bit in the end, not waking till 6am, which is quite unusual. Was pleasantly hard but comfortable on waking. Pee, make coffee, then disturbed Miss Emmie from her sleep in the most pleasurable way that she knows. Yet another bean. Then sit up in bed to drink our coffee.
Today I am back in the vacuum of space that is the Cobra Nub. No feeling. No sensation. So far nothing. Another week and then it will be time for the tiny cage. Into the office today for a few face-to-face meetings. Probably a couple more days in work this week and work from home Friday.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
I would have been out of the Cobra and into something else today but of course, I opted for another week in exchange for that delightful evening. No regrets. It was a great evening. Miss Emmie knows that I would do exactly the same again. Had a few 'hard' days recently but seems like I've settled into the deep dark vacuum of space again. No feeling, no sensation. Except at night of course.
Strange how Miss Emmie did her bit of the deal straight away and now has to do nothing at all towards the extra week. She knew that she didn't have to wait until I'd done my extra week before the fairy costume outfit night, because, oh so obviously, I have no choice but to fulfil my side of the bargain. She's clever. Can't deny that.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
It's odd but I'm getting slightly excited knowing that it's less than a week left in the Cobra. I know I'll be straight into something else, but with the grass always being greener and a change being as good as a rest and everything else, I still find myself looking forward to saying goodbye, for a while a least, to the Nub. Comfy as it is, I want to feel something!
A lot of time in the office this week. Hopefully I'll be working at home tomorrow with an early finish, maybe 12 or 1pm. That will be nice. Start the weekend early. We've got some work to get done in the house and garden, but there should be time for a trip out somewhere, a pub for lunch maybe, and other time to relax indoors. And finalise our autumn break. Miss Emmie has been looking for places where we could go for a few days in October, now that schools are back, places aren't so crowded, and prices are lower. That's something to look forward to. I fully expect to remain locked for the whole holiday of course.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
