Monday, 17 September 2012

Nail fetish??

I have always had a healthy repertoire of kinks and fetishes,  And Miss Beth has indulged me with all of them.  That doesn't mean i get my own way with what turns me on,  but Miss Beth loves to use my fetishes to tease and taunt me and drive me to despair (which isn't hard these days) and beyond.

At the age of 42 you tend to think that you know what does it for you, but I seem to have found a new fetish to add to the list.  Nails, or more precisely, long, manicured, painted nails.

I have always thought that long painted nails looked nice but never gave it much more thought than that.  It could be that i married a beauty therapist,  whose nails are rarely anything other than long and manicured perfectly.  It could be that i have spent many hours knelt at Miss Beths feet, devotedly painting her toenails (and usually removing polish and repeating until i get it right).   The overwhelming desire i have for her to touch my cock . . .   I am forbidden from asking Miss Beth to touch me,  but i pray silently and somebody up there looks down on me fondly  :o)  The exasperating sound of her tapping her nails on my chastity device drives me mad and she knows it.  Even when i'm in trouble and get a sharp slap across the face,  It doesnt hurt less due to her having long nails (In fact,  theres probably more risk of getting a sharp scratch) but it does something to me that makes me smile (red rag to a bull for Miss Beth to slap me several more times and much harder to wipe the smile off my face)

One of my previous hard limits was anything to do with urethral play (a painful experience sleepwalking with a catheter attached to the hopital bed . . . yikes)  Yet having a finger and manicured nail inserted has gone from being something that terrified me to a huge turn on.

This evening Miss Beth had her nail extensions done again.  The house briefly filled with the smell of acrylic, but what would have once been a smell i disliked has evolved into something i associate with her long sharp gorgeous nails,  A beautiful french manicured white tipped vision.

Sunday, 16 September 2012

My Mantra

For a long time,  Miss Beth has used mantras and their recitals as an early task with her various online slaves.   Recited morning and night it becomes an affirmation or reinforcement of the control she has over every aspect of their lives.   This past week, I have been going through an intense slave refresher course,  something that reminds me of my place from time to time and stops me from ever getting too comfortable with whats expected of me.   Miss Beth has decided that there's absolutely no reason why i should escape writing and reciting a daily mantra.  So here it is.

 Miss Beth

As the sun rises, I spend this time considering how i may serve you this day. How i may worship you, how i may show my devotion.

How i may make you smile and feel at ease.

Let me devote today (and every other day) to serving your every need.  Let those needs replace my own as i strive to eradicate all selfishness and serve you completely selflessly.

And as the sun sets, for my sun always has and always will  rise and set with you. Let me find some small way to improve,  so that tomorrow, i can serve you a little bit better.

Your boy

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

6 months revisited

Day 114 in the Big Brother house.   Paul is in the garden losing his marbles,   So he hasn't lost all of them yet?   but my version of sanity isnt what it was back in May.

Oh my god,   May is such a long time ago.   Even though i was up for the challenge of 6 months chastity at the beginning, I was convinced i would get to cum on my birthday. (End of May)  I got an amazing birthday blow-job but Miss Beth reads me like a book and stopped about a nano second before the point of no return,  and i was locked up again before opening my first card.

My first day at work,  Our wedding anniversary, Our holidays in the summer were dead certs for an early release, but each has been and gone and still i remain denied.

I read forum posts and blogs all the time where people are locked for varying lengths of time,  but mostly they dont know how long for.   A few days, a few weeks, a few months,

I now know beyond almost any doubt that i wont cum for another 68 days.  Compared to the 114 days already gone that sounds easy, but as i said,  i never really thought that i would be made to do 6 months,  but now i know that im going to do the last two months.  My sanity rests on being allowed to cum after 6 months!  I know i wont do a day less but have no idea whether time will be added.

As for Miss Beth,   The amount of teasing i receive just seems to increase. As does her level of enjoyment as i show the signs of extreme frustration.  I never used to pre-cum,  just didnt seem to produce it.  Now hardly a day goes by without hearing her squeal with delight as she coaxes more and more pre-cum from me whether i am unlocked or not.

Added to this is her tales of her realtime sessions or the recent slave labour camp.  The lucky subs that are permitted to masturbate at the end of a session at her feet.  Or the online chastity slaves that reach the end of term and are allowed an orgasm.  The look in Miss Beths eye and the smile on her face as she recounts other guys orgasms to me as she strokes my twitching cock or bulging cage.  Anyone who reads this and knows Miss Beth probably knows the look i mean, or if you dont, god help you when you do.