[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Haven’t logged in a while. Mrs. G is back to work this week and I took on an electric wiring job. Both been busy and exhausted. Temperature below freezing for the biggest part of the week has been brutal on my fingers. I told her this is my last side gig job, I retired for a reason.

Also been rough because I refuse to wear a metal cage to do electric work. Accidents happen and I’ve seen what happens to boys who pee on electric fences. Last thing I want is to have my manhood grounded to a circuit. Plastic has not been working with my skin so been uncaged for past three days. My new metal nub arrived yesterday. Feels great, nice and secure. I woke last night and realized I had entered herbi space. Oh to be lost in a dark void unable to confirm if I had a penis or not, I think I may feel more at home here.

Mrs. G gave me a reassuring ball rub this morning. She’s happy with me being nubbed again.

It’s the simple things in life.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Feels great, nice and secure. I woke last night and realized I had entered herbi space. Oh to be lost in a dark void unable to confirm if I had a penis or not, I think I may feel more at home here.

She’s happy with me being nubbed again.

It seems as though there are a few of us that 'like' the nub, despite the 'dark void', 'deep vacuum', 'herbi space', or whatever else we want to call that nothingness of a feeling. The 'absent cock' syndrome.

All members of the Nub Club

Although I'm not nubbed this week. It's middle-sized steel for me, the tiny tight one, which incidentally also feels rather like there's nothing there as well.

[Tongue+groove]

Been quite a busy week and haven’t had much time to spend with Mrs. G. I thought for sure she would need all of Saturday to rest up. But last night she told me that she was heading to the shower and that I needed to make preparations. She said I needed to be available to pleasure and relax her. I jumped to my feet and got busy. I hadn’t gotten to lick her sweet spot in about a week or so.

When she arrived with just a towel on I knew I was in business. Then she said I need your help with something. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy was I excited and already stressing on the nub. She pulled a corset out of her frillies drawer and said can you help me get dressed. She’s never had one before. I got the pleasure of cinching and tying the back. I’ve never seen her round rump look so fine. I think that’s when I started to leak. When she turned to face me, oh what a beautiful spectacle her boobs were. She said she was too bound to put her matching panties on so I had to help her so she could model for me.

I admitted to her that I could blow my load on her ass with just a stroke or two.

Her: you’re such a dirty boy. Besides I have something else for you to do.

So I got to indulge in her fountain of youth and bring to ‘o’ a few times. So very enjoyable and with no hint from her as to anything for me. When she returned to bed she told me to leave the music on. We snuggled for a while the she saw that I got a couple of girly ‘o’s. Those really help take the strain off and still leave me horny.

What a wonderful end of the week.

[Tongue+groove]

So this morning I’m spending a little time reading this forum while on the jon. Here comes Mrs. G and all she says is “ naughty (insert first name) naughty naughty (insert first name). Not even naughty boy, she made it very personal.
Me:what did I do?
Her: you didn’t shake your overalls out yesterday.

I wear overalls daily and some of them require me to roll one cuff up at the ankles. They catch a lot of saw dust and trash.

Me: yes I did, I always do.
Her: then tell me why I have hay and sawdust all over the back porch. Finally a good reason to discipline you.

Me but I didn’t mean to.

Her and don’t even consider cleaning it up. I want you to see what I have to clean up behind you. I want you to think about it all day.

Me: it was an accident I didn’t mean to.

Her: doesn’t matter and now I Have all day to think about how to discipline you. Maybe I’ll bundle up some of that hay and make a swisher to use on your butt.

Me: I don’t think that would work very well.

Her: I didn’t ask for your opinion. I decided what to use and how.

I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.


After supper, Later in the evening. . . .

Me: ok you win, you’ve messed with my head long enough. Can we get this over with?

Her: get what over with? Oh yeah your fate. that’s not for you to decide, but you may retire to the bedroom until I get there.

Fortunately it didn’t take long for her to arrive.

Me: do I need to get the paddle.
Her: no you would enjoy that too much. And I told you this is my call. Lie back on the bed.

Examining the cage she says . Maybe I can make you cum in your cage, what would that be like?
Me: you’ve done it before and it’s terribly difficult and unsatisfying.

She then proceeded to unlock me. She usually make me do it. I got so tight she could barely get the nub off. Leaving the ring on she immediately engulfed me until I swelled out of her mouth. Pure pleasure and pain all at the same time.

She then rolled me on my side pulled my cock and balls behind me, laid on my closed legs and started to vigorously hand job mefrom behind. I couldn’t cum being in such a bind causing me to enter the most intense series of girly ‘o’s I’ve ever been through. When she was done I just laid there on my back exhausted. Then she layed next to me inverted with her head on my thigh staring intently at my swollen cock.

Her: jerk yourself off for me.

Me: now? After all that? I’m exhausted and you know how I feel anymore about doing it.
Her: I said jerk, I want to watch it spew. And you’re going to deal with it.

I almost gave up the safe word, my cock was sore and tight in the ring, and I have established a real guilt complex this year for masturbating. It took some effort and encouragement from her but I did it. At one point it actually was enjoyable. When I finished I was done for. She had to put me to bed like a staggered drunk.

She does more to my mind than my cock and for some reason I love her for it.

[Tongue+groove]

Random thoughts to to self:

My mind is still reeling from the forced masturbation she mandated last night. Can jerking off be forced? She reminded me just a minute ago that she had told me to stop. I don’t remember that part myself. Which brings me to the last time she did this to me and she managed to force me to ruin myself. And now I am reminded that this may be my new normal.

In some matters I can’t keep up with her. It seems she now fucks my mind more than my cock. Which may not be saying a lot since she seems to be doing piv less and less. Even piv edging has slowed. Over our many years together she has frequently commented that I am too large for her at times and that she is left sore afterwards. Has she found an alternative with chastity that subconsciously she enjoys more?

I’m trying to sort all this out as to is she truly happier with this last 11 months or is she just appeasing me? So back to my original question, can she force me to self pleasure? She does know that I have swore it off diy style. She makes me do it so quickly that there really is no living in the moment. It’s more of a duty jerk than a pleasurable one.

Answer to self:

I guess just about as much as she can force me into anything. As long as my desire to please her lasts, she can force me into anything. After all I did consider my safe word. Maybe I like being forced by her. Her treating me like a sex toy recently has been rewarding in itself.

Note to self: have a heart to heart with Mrs. G about the past year and discuss the next one.

Reminder chastiversary is Jan 11. Just a few weeks away.

[Tongue+groove]

Yesterday was another long one. So much to do and the daylight hours are short. Mrs. G is a fabulous cook. She learned many of her skills on her grandmother’s wood cook stove. So another satisfying supper an extra glass of wine and I was ready for an early turn in.

When she came from her shower she did as usual and came to my side of the bed to tuck me in. I always check to see what she may or may not be wearing. Sleep clothes on so I can doze back off. BUT, she lingered with lots of kisses and touches. A firm cage check and…

Her: All nice and locked, just the way I like it. Your such a good boy, I’m so proud of you.
Me: Thank you. Are you needing me to satisfy some needs. (Hopefully I would get to savor her honey pot)
Her: No I’m just fine. I want to be sure you know how much I love you. (As she smothers me with kisses and lots of soft touching)

Not sure how or why but it only took a minute or two for me to start quivering. Then a full blown girly ‘o’. The first one hadn’t even subsided when the second started. She has learned something about doing this to me.

Her: Oh, somebody’s feeling the need.
Me: How do you do this to me? Please no more.

Slipping into bed behind me.

Her: oh no, if you have needs I want to take care of them.

Kissing my neck and twisting my nipples she sent me over the edge a few more times. Then in the middle of one.
Her: can you do this to yourself?
Me: No.
Her: good then I control ALL your orgasms. Looks like you need me more than you know.

Me: yes, yes I do. ok, enough, I’m exhausted, please stop.

Her: just one more little one for me.

Her whispering in my ear: well it seems your girly orgasms are working for you. Yes orgasms without ejaculation seem quite wonderful don’t you think.

Me: they are quite nice but I still enjoy a good ole ejaculation every now and then.

Her: I’m not so sure about that. (Now I’m wide awake) do you remember your last ejaculation? I hope so because it’s going to be quite awhile until you get another one.

Me: what? What do you mean?

Her: the next time I tell you to stop jerking you had better stop! That’s what I mean. After all your girly orgasms seem to do just fine.

Now I’m thinking she has read Miss Emmie’s post about this very thing, or has been in direct communication with her.

Me: I told you I didn’t hear you and when I did it was too late. And besides you have no idea how difficult it is to spoil myself. Especially when you’re telling me to jerk. You can’t tell me faster, faster, stop, and expect immediate results.

Her: those are poor excuses and don’t tell me what to expect. When I say stop you stop, or girly orgasms will be your future for a long time.

Me with a very humble:yes ma’am.

So she went from a typical vanilla tuck into bed to a very spumoni verbal declaration of ownership of my orgasms and ejaculations.

She’s always so concerned about my happiness and sexual fulfillment. This was a very big step for her. Or, she has realized that her declaration of ownership is my happiness. I’m curious to see what she has in store for the future.

With my girly ‘o’s coming so easy anymore will she make it my future? I’m not sure if I’m as resilient as some of you on here who go for months or years without an ejaculation.

[Tongue+groove]

I came in from starting her car for her this morning. She proceeds to hug and kiss on me and giving me a good ball message. Conversation went something like this.

Her: thanks for warming up my car. Sorry I have a late night again.
Me: no problem me and little dog will be fine. I have plenty to keep me busy.
Her: don’t wear yourself out, you will have plenty to do when I get home too.
Me: oh goodie I’ve been needing an evening snack.
Her: have the lava lamp going so I can watch the globs float around while you’re busy. It seems those are the only globs I see anymore and they make me think about stuff.
Me: yes ma’am I’ll have everything ready for you to have a relaxing evening.
Her: you’re starting to feel really snug in in your cute nub. Maybe we should try a smaller version.
Me: ok?
Her: on my Christmas break I want to experiment with two things.

1) I haven’t seen mr. Wanky just flopping around since last summer and I like watching him. So you will need to spend 24 hours COMPLETELY naked for me. No cage. Yes it’s cold out so you will need to work in the house. Maybe finish the trim job or something like that.

2) I want to see you in a really small cage. As flat as possible so get a comfortable one.

Me: yes ma’am I will see that you get what YOU WANT.

Her: now I need to be on my way, my panties are getting wet and it’s cold out.

She knows my not being locked for 24 hours messes with my head. But the thought of being put in a flat one immediately after is mind boggling already. The flat ones I have make my head sore. I think the only solution is to go flat with a tube.

Time to do some serious research.

[Tongue+groove]

I must have had a disturbing early childhood. I remember very little before dad got custody when I was about five. This was due to mom’s abandoning my brother and me. What either of us does remember is not pleasant at all. I say this because last night Mrs. G asked me why I looked so gloomy. I told her I was deep in thought about something. As she inquired more I apologized to her for my past and what it does to me at times. I have put a lot behind me and over come much. I did however confess to her that her teasing me about some house hold chores where I fall short has stirred a desire to be disciplined.

She’s not a big fan of the activity but she obliges my cravings. So bent over the wedge and bound down she administered some light discipline. She is always introducing something new and unexpected. She would be a very creative leather clad femdom if she wanted to. She doesn’t enjoy the padding but she loves to tease the bottoms of my feet and my locked manhood, especially my ball sack.

This time she used her hair brush bristles to tease the soles of me feet and my balls. Her leather swatter was also skillfully applied then a few unexpected swats of the paddle. When she was finished she left for her shower. I heard her tell her little dog it was bed time so she could take her shower and pleasure herself. I’m sure I was intended to hear that.

When she cam back she told me to lift my back high as I could then she put something on me at the top of my butt crack and said , don’t let that fall off. I had no idea what it was but it fell off. Then she did it again with a more stern voice. It fell off shortly. I was soon to learn it was a tennis ball. When she released me and cuddles her aftercare she told me I would need to work on the tennis ball balancing act.

During after care she thanked me for the massaging shower head I installed so many years ago. She said she liked it for her self pleasure moments. She knows this gets to me, I love to watch her do herself. Then she had me tell her what I thought she did to herself in the shower. She made me describe in detail what I imagined her doing. It was frustrating to say the least of explicitly vocalizing my imagination. She told me that the next time I will get to watch. When I do I will get to stand behind her with one hand on each hip so I can feel her move, but there would be nothing for me.

Then she told me she was taking Tuesday off for dr. Appointments and that I would be taking care of her Monday night since she could sleep late on Tuesday. She reminded me that I would receive nothing for myself. She is still remembering my last incident when I failed to ruin my ejaculation. She said that I needed to learn more self discipline, regardless of how difficult it may be.

All this conversation and behavior challenges had me so arroused that I couldn’t sleep for some time. She had no problem whatsoever but then again she did have a relaxing showergasm.

A violent storm woke me at 2 am. As I lay there remembering our cuddle time I felt a wave start to come over me. As I went into a mild girly orgasm I would have swore I had cum in my cage. Being lost in the nubbed void it felt like my cock was being stroked. When the shakes were over and I had come back to earth I got up to clean myself but there was nothing. Not sure what this means but it was like my prostate had orgasmed with out ejaculating. She didn’t even question my shaking, she has grown accustomed to these events as normal. This bring me to two questions.

1) could a man be mentally aroused to the point of ejaculating with no physical stimulation?

2) if she expects me to achieve enough self control to ruin myself, then is she planning on stopping all full on ejaculations?


I never know what she is thinking, or planning she is always a total surprise. In her words to me, “ You may have created a monster, I hope you can handle it “

She is pretty amazing!

[Tongue+groove]

Last night we snuggled and caressed for quite some time. A lot of sensual touching. She wouldn’t let me taste her. I asked her if we could try to come together only without intercourse. No response just more affection. Back when we had regular sex we often came together, me ejaculating of course, it was always enjoyable.

I did get to finger her to orgasm. She fondled my balls and pinched my nips. As she was finishing hers I started mine, so we were close together. Afterwards we just lay there basking for a long time. I didn’t ejaculate, just a girly o. She felt no obligation to finish me off like she used to. She is quickly shedding her feelings of obligatory sex. Best part is I’m learning to enjoy not getting it from her.

Got to spend today with her running errands and getting lunch. Beautiful weather helped to make a spectacular day.

[Tongue+groove]

I drove Mrs. G to her doctor appointments yesterday. We made some other stops and had lunch out for a change. Little dog went along with us and won hearts over everywhere. We managed to pick up a new version of an old board logic game while we were out. When we got home we both did feeding chores and she took the dogs for a walk. We had a new solid black calf born while we were out. We sat in the truck watching it dance on its new found legs. Mrs. G likes babies of any sorts.

Spent the evening with coffee and helped her decorate for Christmas, something I never do. I just felt the need to be with her. We sat down to play the new game. She’s opening the box and says. If I win I get a full body massage. If you win you get to cum.

Me. Oh really and what kind of cum. Spoiled I’m sure.
Her. Full on cum any way or where you want to.

Holy crap Batman she’s never played this before and I’m an old school champ. I’m thinking of all the ways I haven’t cum in oh so long.

Telling myself keep calm, stay focused, use the right head, she’s trying to distract you. Holy crap again how strong did I spike my coffee? I might add she is a super genius. She has always refused to tell me her IQ score. She does hold multiple advanced degrees loves to learn and reads nonstop.

To self. Stay focused on the game and you’ll get to cum. Cum? What’s that? Oh yeah I remember now. Game? What game?
Her. Your turn.
To self. My turn? Oh yeah, stay focused.

She mopped the floor with me. On the last round I made a miracle save to barely tie it up.

Me. I guess a tie breaker is in order.
Her. No, I want my massage and for you to cum in side me.


I just sat there stunned.

Her. You clean up the table, and get things ready, I’m getting my shower.

Yes ma’am whatever you say.

When she comes to bed with just a towel I’m all prepared. Then her phone rings, it’s our daughter and she had a slight medical scare this morning so it must be answered.

WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!! It’s confirmed she pregnant. Her and her husband have been through the ringer for two years. They had to resort to invitro. She got a strong heart beat on ultrasound today.

After hanging up I figured all the romantic stuff was over.

Her. I’m ready for my massage now.

I start at her feet and work my way up. When finished she rolls to her back.

Her. You may now lick my pussy.

After a few o’s and out of the clear blue she says , “now you need to fuck me and cum inside me.” Uh oh, she used the ‘f’ word, this is serious.

Her. Your not allowed to do it for so long that you make a rag doll out of me. No wearing me out , make it cum fast.

Me. But I haven’t been in you in so long, can’t I savor it.

Her. Savor it fast, I don’t like you exhausting me.

Once inside I all but melted, it has felt like an eternity since I was here last. (I looked it up this morning it was a month to the day)

Her with an encouraging tone. Fuck me good and cum fast. Cum for me cum now. Come on you can do it. Cum now , cum now(over and over)

I came in less than a minute. Many mixed emotions. We used to fuck for at least 30 minutes or more before I came. I was happy to oblige her but a bit disappointed that there was no chance to savor it.

Pushing me off she kisses me on the cheek and says “thank you grandpa and that’s how this family got started “

Me thinking. She just used me as a pleasure thing again. She’s got baby brain going on and used my lusts against me. How does she always do that?

Leaving the room she says “rest up I’m going to want it again tomorrow and I expect you to perform”

Yup baby brain, she’s instantly horny. I’ve been here before. Chastity may go away until she calms down. Or, I could see her getting a few sessions like this then putting me away for a really long time. Who knows what may happen.

I’m dreading the drop.