[Mr Pickle] one step forwards, two steps back

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

My head and balls conversation yesterday helped me realise that C hasnt given me a choice at all. Am I the only person stupid enough to not realise this?
She made it look like it was my choice, but I really had no choice at all.
Well I did. But it was a choice of one.
I've googled it. You definitely need more than one for it to be a choice.

This morning C took over forty minutes to have her orgasm.
She was deliberately stopping me just as she started, then told me off because I wasnt making her come.
Eventually it clicked, I realised what she was doing.
Not a complaint. The view from down there, shaved, flat tummy, perfect orbed breasts with C's petite hand resting on top, as she moans, strains and arches.
Pricless. I could do this all day. In fact I'd be quite happy wanking all day while thinking about it.
But we both have work. I'd be punished for making us late, my fault or not.

We had moved up to the big cock now, when C tried to stop me I ignored her, held her down and doubled pace.
Keyholder she may be, but being pinned down has always made her cum faster.
C came Hard. Very hard indeed.

My cockless bottle top was unmoved, but my hard on, as Waki mentions, was rock solid on the inside for the whole time and was screaming at me.
Every time I moved my hipps it felt like the entire length of my cock was sliding in and out of flesh (which in fact it was). Just like slow fucking a pussy.
The only part that doesn't feel anything is the part that counts. The head.
I was on the edge of coming the entire time. Leaking copious amounts of a pearly white cum/precum mix.

So as C basked in her orgasmic afterglow I made breakfast. Still rock hard, flat and maybe a little bit desperate. Checked messages and forum while waiting for the toast.

Call it good or bad timing? Miss Emmies's reasurance regarding the Cobra made me feel that my futile resistance was petty and stupid and lets face it, futile.
This waiting for the inevitable cant go on.
I'm the boy with his little finger stuck in the hole in the dam, and this time the village isnt coming.

So mentally, litterally, formally and everything elselly had been ticked off.

"Ground control to Major Tom. We think you have completed you mision on planet testicle. Its time to get a reward and head towards the black hole".

Right! "Strike while the iron's hot and all that".
So. On my return I asked "Can I please get out of this flat thing now and go in the Cobra?".
C actually looked surprised. "Wow. That was easy. How long?".
Brain and balls in unison : 'Get this wrong and you are totally fooooked'.
"Well, the first few days don't count. So at least a week?"
"Two weeks then".
"I said a week?".
"No. You said at least. So thats more than one".
Sigh. "Right. Yes of course. Thank you".
"Anything else?"
"No. Thats was it."
"Wish granted. Two weeks and you still don't come".
"Whaat! Not come? Erm hang on".
You didnt ask. And that was Not a question".

Damn. Note to Idiot pickle. Think about, and phrase you questions differently in future.

"Major Tom to ground control. I have set new coordinates to Black hole. What happened to my reward?"

"I forgot to ask".

"You F@#*ing M##*@n!"

Late start for me. Another hot day.

The image of C still in my head
Messaged [When you take your time and come That hard. It's no wonder I love being kept locked by you.
Have a fabtastic day in work x x]

[Lol happy you enjoyed it so much, was totally fab 🗝 love you tonnes xxx perfect hubby ]

C is very happy with me today.

Meal later, probably a C night cap, and it's Major Tom's coming out party tomorrow.

[waki86]

I love your writing very much.
There is a lot of humor in it which makes me laugh.
The quote Ground Control of Major Tom reminded me of an alternative text it's a demo


Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills
And put your helmet on
(10) Ground Control (Nine) to Major Tom (Eight)
(Seven, six) Commencing (Five) countdown
Engines on (Four, three, two)
Check ignition (One)
And may God's love (Blast off) be with you
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
She knows
Though I'm passed 100, 000 miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship know what I must do
And I think my life on earth is never through
Ground Control to Major Tom
You're off your course, direction's wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear?
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the Moon
The planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

[KnownAsHerbert]

"Well, the first few days don't count. So at least a week?"
"Two weeks then".
"I said a week?".
"No. You said at least. So thats more than one".

I think you were conned there, Mr Pickle.

"At least" means "not less than" so "at least a week" means "not less than a week".

One week (your offer) is most definitely not "less than a week".
You were conned.
Welcome to the Nub Club.

[Mr Pickle]

I have to disagree @KnownAsHerbert
Not that you're wrong of course. I mean "I have to disagree. Its an order."
I mentioned to C that "Herbs said you conned me, and at least a week is only a week".

Oops!

First off. I think she wanted a word with you? After all that steam stopped coming out of her ears.
Secondly. C pointed out that whenever a workman, train station, barrister, plumber or MP says "At least a week"..It is Never, Ever only a week. (A week. At the least).

Also. A keyholders logic trumps cock caged logic it seems.

I have just earned a naughty point for questioning this. Im affraid to say, so have you.
Fortunately. C isn't sure how to apply that?
Dodged a bullet I think.

[Tongue+groove]

A keyholders logic trumps cock caged logic it seems.

Does a kh even need logic. It seems they are more of a key controller than a holder.

[KHEmmi]

I have just earned a naughty point for questioning this. Im affraid to say, so have you.
Fortunately. C isn't sure how to apply that?
Dodged a bullet I think.

C's on here isn't she?
Herb's changeover from Nub to steel could be delayed by another week, no problem. All it takes is a pm to me and I'll get the paperwork sorted.
He's already earned himself an appointment with the ouchy stick for missing the Miss off of Miss Vikki. AGAIN!
Can't abide disrespect.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Yikes Miss Emmie. No need. Just thought it was an interesting coment.
Ive taken care of it already.

Yes. C joined during lockdow.
Long story.
Medium version. Within 10 minutes our (then) 11 year old daughter asked what a pickle holder was? A story of its own.

Many years ago C used her own email addresses and google accounts to set up their phones. They were too young. Due to some slip up, the kids now get her emails and autofull passwords, the solution was to be trusted not to read them.
New phones, their own emails. Still they are linked.
So C wont go anywhere that is even slightly dubious, and hasnt had the need to.
Also. And it gets worse. C isnt very technical so she let the kids sort out a parent app, so that she could keep an eye on what they were up to, where etc. Being the setter uppers. The kids set themselves as parents.
Change passwords. Kids cracked them in a day when they needed to get on a game.
I could go on and on, and I've offered to get a private phone.
They won't touch my phone, I told them its full of disgusting old man things, and that was enough. Even C doesn't like using my phone in case hers catches something?
C will not take the chance, no matter what anybody says.
Might aswell flog a dead horse. Facebook and shopping only.
Even now the odd coment about something she bought which hasnt arrived yet confirms Kids are nosey.

So verbal updates if and when she is interested works fine until they grow up.

Sunday.

Yesterday afternoon, drunk on life, happy, horny and very much in love.
C mentioned getting the cobra ready
In passing coment
"No problem, I'm ready, but Herbs says you conned me".
You know when your mouth is moving and your brain is saying "shut the fuck up".

Yeah.. that just happened.
Oooops!

So. A quick rant. A lecture about "At least" being the same as "In the least", then a dictionary appeard (How do women know where everything is, and can produce it within seconds?).
The book said "not less than; at the minimum."
Then naughty points being handed out like sweets.

"Ah.. Thats a nice hand bag, How do you think the new government is getting on?
Whats that up there? Did somebody just call me? Hello? Yes. On my way".

I ran away "Hello?"


Last night we went for meal, a very nice place to nulify above point (Herbs, not mine, I thought it was both.).
The restaurant is quite overpriced in my opion, but it does have lots of fairy lights so you cant read the menu properly or see the prices, and a pianist to drown out the sounds of moaning when the bill arrives.
Then we went to Spoons for an affordable drink on the way home.
I had one too many. C allows this when she wants to talk more openly.

Im not sure what, if anything I said or agreed to?

This morning. The Day of the Cobra.

I Sorted C out, Tongues, fingers and toy. she came eventually.

"Oh my god, coming is so nice. You're not coming though. Im going to edge you again so you can nearly come.
Then ride you both ways round so you can really wish you could come".

Instant flat cage inwards hard on.

Breakfast in bed. Hard on.

Then Freedom. Freedom, freedom FREEDOOOOMMM!

Pop! Twang. Attention! A REAL LIVE HARD ON!

"TOM! You survived!"

"Tom?"

"From an old song. Long story"

C seemed just as pleased to see it as me.

Straight in with the oil. 1,2,3 "Stop!"

"Ha! Me, 'At least' thirty minutes. You. Three seconds. Good luck."

Not coming Was insanely hard.

Then I stayed hard for a hour while C played her game and held it for me.

Then out popped the Cobra.

C was looking for the terror? Disappointment? Concern?

I'd been in the bottle top all week.

Seriously. I had to go to show and tell to see the difference later. It used to be so small?

"Wow! I cant belive how big it is? Its huge! Is this the same one? I could use this on EZjet for extra luggage".

"Hmmph. Unexpected. Fynny. Wont last".

"Thank you. It feels so rooooomy".

"I could make you wear your flat underneat that one you know".

Retreat.

"Hello?...hello..."

We then set of to Anglesey for a day out surfing and rock pool jumping, then to Bangor for food and back home.
Had a fabulous family day off to finish the holidays.

So here I sit, ordered to wait in bed, Major Tom now firmly in the black hole.

First Night of the Cobra coming up. For at least one week, which of course means two.

[KHEmmi]

First Night of the Cobra coming up. For at least one week, which of course means two.

Wonder how you're getting on with that ol' Cobra?

There's no pleasing Herbs at the moment.
When it's the steel it's heavy, swings, and arouses him
When it's the Cobra, he can't feel anything (most of the time, hehehe)
And gets annoyed either way.

No, annoyed is not the word. But he always wants the greener grass on the other side.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Monday.

A different start to the day.

C made use of me, but I mean after that.

Raining, so stayed at home to finish something I started many months ago.

Knitting the last Poppy. The big one.

I started knitting while our daughter was ill and needed 24/7 bedside care. This went on for a few months, C and I took it in shifts.
To help me stay calm and focused, I learned to knit.
I knitted many things. Hats, toys, dragons gloves, more hats, and also volunteered to knit poppys for a rememberence day display. One as big as a steering wheel.
This huge poppy has sat unfinished. So I decided to finish it and hand them in before its too late.

Then work.

Tuesday morning.
C is angry with me. She is being horrible. Some appointment for nails or hair or piercing has been cancelled. This will mean she will have to go wherever, without having whatever done?
This will ultimately destroy the universe as we know it. Starting with me.

C can rant by text? Thats a thing?

Anyway. Treating me like a door mat today. No love you's hugs or thanks. Just Huffs, mean and dullness.

Ill do what I always do, and ride it through. Anything I do at this point is wrong.

Well at least I'm in this bigger Cobra.
I re-realised some reasons I dont like it. Its too warm, too smooth, too dark. Too light.

So no chilled steal to remind me its there. No bars to feel movement through, even the movement of air. Cant even see it at night, even when it isn't that dark. It. Is the darkness. No weight to pull and caress my balls when walking.

Although I am enjoying that tiny bit more room for growth. My hard on wakes me up constantly.
One thing the Cobra is good at. Keeping aware of your being hard.

Secretly I'm enjoying it. Simply because I'm wearing it, I have no choice.
I am hard and restrained, just how the owner would hope and wish it to be

It's helping me to cope. A good distraction.

The cloud following C around is the only thing darker than the cobra.

[KHEmmi]

Well at least I'm in this bigger Cobra.

Its too warm, too smooth, too dark. Too light.

So no chilled steal to remind me its there. No bars to feel movement through, even the movement of air. Cant even see it at night, even when it isn't that dark. It. Is the darkness. No weight to pull and caress my balls when walking.

Although I am enjoying that tiny bit more room for growth. My hard on wakes me up constantly.
One thing the Cobra is good at. Keeping aware of your being hard.

Secretly I'm enjoying it. Simply because I'm wearing it, I have no choice.
I am hard and restrained, just how the owner would hope and wish it to be

Your poppy-knitting project sounds amazing. Well done!

Less good to hear that C is doing what my dad would call “pulling a moody” on you! I hope that dark cloud that's following her around clears up soon.

At least you've got a distraction. And you even admitted to enjoying it.
Your description of the Cobra is so close to what Herbi says, no weight, no movement etc. Can't “adjust” anything through the bars... Can't feel it.
Just put up with being reminded how hard you are.
Yep! Hard and restrained as you say. Just how we like it!
I'm a fan of the Cobra.