Ok, yesterday I got sidetracked a little with some geeky web stuff, so now I owe you something sexy. Perhaps you’ve been wondering how Boy Toy reacted to the email I sent him Sunday, regarding my control of his orgasms?

Surprisingly, he went with it without a fight. Almost like it was something inevitable, and let’s just get on with it. He did ask for a favour in exchange, which I’ve granted. You see, we have a couple of rules for whenever I am staying over. Not many, really. You already know about our smoking arrangements. But there are two other things he must do when I sleep over: in the morning, he must stay naked until I get up, and when I do get up, he must make my coffee. He has a bit of a problem with the first of these two, because it prevents him from getting anything done until I get up and, well, Boy Toy is one of these people that must get things done. So when I told him he cannot have an orgasm unless I tell him he can, and that we’d “start” with one week, his response was “Ouch! One week eh? OK, but in exchange for… Sunday mornings, can I get dressed to do things around the house?” Read the rest of this entry »