[Mr Pickle] one step forwards, two steps back

[Tongue+groove]

. and look you in the eyes when you come in my mouth".

Why is it that eye contact alone can almost make you spew?

[Mr Pickle]

. and look you in the eyes when you come in my mouth".

Why is it that eye contact alone can almost make you spew?

I could lose myself in C's big brown eyes and my heart melts whenever I look into them. I felt pure love at that moment.

As for spewing.. One word at the right time. One coment from the right person. That does it for me.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Because of our daughters anorexia last year we have had a family therapist for the last year amongst an army of other people. But the therapist visits every week to check all is well, check weight and give advice.

The therapist, Annie, is and has always been curiouse about C and I as a couple. She has said this often. That It's obviouse we adore each other and we are a very rounded family unit, we never appear to disagree and I go out of my way to make sure C is happy. All quite normal. But there something different about us, something special. And she is trying so hard to work it out.

When Annie arrived this week C said to me "would you make tea please". I always do, so "yes of course".
"Good boy".
The therapist picked up on that "Good boy?" and then she smiled at me in a very curiouse way.
Then C realised what she had said and tried to brush past it with small talk.

All was fine and after an hour Annie got ready to leave. When she was leaving she turned to me and said "You can carry on being a good boy now".

She still has no idea of course but god knows what she thinks?

I am in this tiny thing C refered to as big for who knows how long. C is happy with it, thats the bit that matters.

I'm hoping I be swapped into something bigger soon, before my son and I fly to spain. And then less steel when I do actually go away. I'd rather not risk alarms going off. I have very few options when it comes to plastic. A total of one in fact.

Not my decision at the end of the day because these cages are not mine. I wear them when told to.
Asking to be told to be put into the dreaded Cobra? Would feel like asking to be told to put my head in an air fryer. The only good thing about that cage I supose is being told to put it on.
The rest is just a void.

Weather is incredibly bad but my mood is good. I started late so pampered C for a while.
C gets giddy and excited running up to Xmas.
The Elf film, Pantomime, xmas decs and fairy lights.
We have a bought a special fairy light this year, added it to the rest so the the house is lit top to bottom.
I feel fab today. Today is fab.

[Tongue+groove]

. And she is trying so hard to work it out.

It sounds like she has a professional curiosity.

You can carry on being a good boy now"

Ok, maybe not totally professional.

[KnownAsHerbert]

She still has no idea of course but god knows what she thinks?

Is it possible that she has more idea than you realise?

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

A surprise request from C this morning.

She was looking to do more from her yucky list and asked "How many times have I let you come inside my pussy this year. Do you know?".

I didnt even have to think about it.

"Three. Last week of febuary. Last week of March. First day of November. Can I ask why?".

"No. How many times have you made me come with your real cock"?

"This year.. hmm let me add them up.. that would be a total of... None".

" Oh. I might try to come on it then, as an xmas gift".

"You're going to let me fuck you to orgasm?"

"I didn't say that silly. I will probably sit on it and put a vibe on me".

"Ah"
slightly disapointing even though I got extremely hard. It isn't really the same thing. My cock is built to fuck the bejeesus out of a pussy and C could come time and time again if she'd let me. Admittedly I would need numbing cream now, but to fuck her sensless would be really nice.
But C thinks that would put me in the driving seat and too close to what we once were and will never be again.
So she has had to give up coming by using my cock. A sacrifice on her part as much as mine so I cant complain about it. Instead she must suffer having to orgasm all the other ways poor thing.

"Problem? I can just come anyway, without it inside me if you prefer".

"Fuck no. I would love to do that".

"Ok. But if I cant come using your cock, you'll have to sort me out with the other one".

Yay. What a confidence booster?

"Yes of course. Your cock, your pussy, your rules".

"Very true. And if you come in me while it's in there I will sit on your face. Then what would you have to do?"

"Clean it up".

"Good boy. Maybe on sunday then.. If I dont come too hard on Saturday and if I'm still in the mood to put yours in me and if I want to sit on it still".

That is a lot of If's

C got quite turned on thinking about it which i was glad about because my cock wanted to explode and I had no outlet for that frustration.
C came using my other cock and then I went to work.

Work was frustrating also, in that I am so near to the end of a big paying job, but have had to (requested by the company contracting me) dismantle the scaffold towers due to an incoming storm. Next week it will have to go back up again just to finish the last bit.

I am home now. Daydreaming of using my actual cock, being told to lock in something bigger and looking forward to a chippy tea tonight.
My treat. C more than deserves it.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Saturday.

This morning C grabbed my head again and pushed me down. "You're going to make me come hard ok".

It wasnt a question.

"And I will keep you locked and horny".

After a few minutes of tongue and fingers C simply said "Oh god! Big cock.. Big cock".
Got to admit I love fucking stretching her out with that thing.
Then her pussy exploded. Like a geezer. Boom!
That was new?

The orgasm damn near knocked her out.

Then I sorted breakfast out. Daughter was up already and insisting I get dressed "Now!" because there was a storm raging outside and she was going out with or without me.

I dressed quickly. Made toast and jam as a quick breakfast. We ate and I delivered C's to her. She was still half passed out from post orgasm wot not.

Daughter "Outside. Now!".

Such a bloody rush. What is it with all the bossy ladies in this house?
So without a wash or shower and still coated in dried what ever C had exploded at me, daughter and I went to the beach during the storm. Maybe not the most sensible thing to do, but not much other than sand down there. She is a thrill seeker like myself and she loves weather, nature and outdoors so there would be no stopping her anyway. Honestly I couldn't wait. Love her so much.

It was quite an incredible thing to witness nature at it's most violent. The sea angrier than I have ever seen and as we watched the towering crashing waves a dozen meters away, we were being battered by a sand storm. It makes you realise how vulnerable we are, but also it's such an exciting adrenaline rush.
Wow!

An hour later we had to retreat. Mainly due to being sand blasted and falling over with the force of the gusts.

By this time C had got up snd headed off to work before recieving the message from her boss saying she needn't risk the journy.


I recieved a message from C just now.

Thank-you for my massive org feel amazing 🗝xxx

Well feedback doesn't get much better than that does it.

Then straight into the shower.

Our Saturday meal (for 5 minutes of sex talk) was spectacular. C spent a while telling me how amazing our life was now I'm locked and she is in charge of my penis, or more to the point.. My tongue.
She is really, really happy and intends to make as much use of me as posible, in every posible way.
We discussed xmas gifts. C can't decide between me taking her shopping with a yes yes attitude, or if she she would prefer (in her words) A 'spoil myself wad'.
Basically a wad of cash to blow on herself without feeling guilty.
And for me she thinks a trip to Anne sumners or similar sexy shop to look at very naughty lingerie and toys, which we choose for her, as an xmas present to me. And I can even pay for them earning a special sexy treat.
Yep.. im in.

I have been told also that tomorrow I will be sat on, C will come. I will come..and I will clean her up and make her come again.

I nearly came while she told me this.

This has been such a good day.

Usually something goes very wrong at this point...Touch wood, fingers crossed.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.
Aaaand.. I failed.

Failed to make C come with my own cock. I just don't understand it?

She came on my other (not real) cock on Friday and Saturday, and again this morning, but not on my cock on Sunday?

I was Prime beef. Rod of steel. Mr Fuck-a-lot. "Take it baby.Yeah baby yeah".
Mine is as big as the other and well... it's real!
C was riding me and it seemed she was just about to come, then she just stopped and said "I come so hard on your other cock when you're locked".
That took me to my limit instantly so I was now holding it back. I couldn't move. How did that go wrong so fast?

"You didn't come on purpose. You was going to, I know you was".

Then C smiled her scary smile and started riding again slowly saying "Give in to it. You know you're not going to make me come like this. I need your tongue, and I want you to clean your mess up".

"Ahhhhh Fuuuck fuck". " No. Not going to".

"And then I will sit on your face, make you lick me clean and come all over you".

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Nooooo Fuck!".

That was not fair. Deliberately holding back. Why? Humiliation?

I came...obviously and I cleaned up of course. C rode my tongue and she came all over my face.

I didnt earn a bigger cage, because I didn't make her come with my real cock. Her words "Useless cocks stay locked in little cages".
And this morning C proved her point by coming hard on the 'Other' cock whilst mine was locked in its tiny prison.

And.. Aaaand... Afterwards she said "That's a much better way to fuck"?

What? What? That was supposed to be my cock in there while she came. I am going to write a letter of complaint... One day.

She messes with my head she really does. And my stupid, stupid bloody cock won't stop being hard.. Traitor!

I Should add these idea were most likely kicked off by my admission that I found the humiliation side of things turned me on. Maybe my own fault?

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Fairwell Mr Fish.

We released our large coi (goldfish called Mr. Fish) into the wild yesterday. Our daughter won it at a fair ten years ago, and for ten years I have been replacing tanks and then building bigger and bigger ponds, but the the fish has just grown bigger to fit.
Although it is caled Mr Fish I am not convinced itnis male. Or if itnis it ust be in a naughty cage like mine?

Anyway.. fish. Too big. The right to be free ean all that..

We all agreed a that lovely big pond near by with coi already in it was the best option. So permision was given to go onto the private land to plant the fish.
C wasn't taking it well at all.

At the end of the day.. Its a fish. One that has constantly been mouthing the wrong name at me. For ten years it has been silently miming the word Bob when ever it looks at me just to wind me up.

The releasing of the fish went very wrong it seems?
I didnt think so.
Its gone. It swam away. That is a successful release as far as i am concerned. Good bye Mr fish.

C said she felt she was rushed a bit and there was some litter in the pond (frok the storm) and she thought it looked bigger in the pictures and it didn't hang around while she said goodbye and so on... melt down.

C feels guilty. Like it was a member of the family and now its where it is and migh be scared or been eaten already. "There were ducks!"..
C was traumatised and in tears.

It's the size of a blood chicken. The ducks wont eat it. Maybe the other way round?

C didn't sleep well being such a very sad and traumatic event.

That didn't stop C making use of me of course. She decided to make use of me to ease whatever was eating at her.

"It helped a bit. Maybe the next one will do more".

I was then let out for a little play
I had a bit of blood from my cock somewhere? No stinging, No cut and no idea where exactly from where?

I did find a bit of grit likley from work that had had worked its way in between the front bars and and the skin by the urethrall. This is likley the cause. So I am having a day out just in case. Then into whatever cage I am told to wear next.
This will most likely be the cage I travel abroad in and C has pretty much already said. "No key". So if push comes to shove I would have to break out of it.

Obviously I would prefer plastic for security gates etc. Maybe this would be a good time to present my case for the cobra?

Wish me luck.

[KHEmmi]

Obviously I would prefer plastic for security gates etc. Maybe this would be a good time to present my case for the cobra?

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

I would say the Cobra is a great choice anyway.

Although you've got that massive 'Nano' version haven't you? Not the neat and sleek Nub?

Thinking that the Nub will do nicely for our holiday