A few days have passed since last I wrote. When I left you, Boy Toy was locked in the CB6000 and I was just fresh out of a face-sitting session. Unfortunately, he isn't locked in the CB anymore. I can never bring myself to leave him in very long. It just looks so... uncomfortable. And he complains about it. When I saw him Friday night, he told me he had slept really badly because of the device. Then he mentioned he wanted to go jogging that day but couldn't because of his predicament. And he told me he was itchy because he couldn't shave underneath­... Finally, a little frustrated, I handed him the key. I understand, though. It does look pretty cumbersome. Besides, for me, the point isn't the device but the denial. I've said this before: I kinda prefer the denial without the CB. Sure, locking his sex away is kinky, but when he doesn't masturbate simply because I told him he can't... that's hot. The control is more mental. And there is no feeling of guilt for the discomfort the device can cause. So that's how things stood Friday night. He was free. Yet he hadn't had an orgasm in several days, since I've instructed him not to for three days before every Friday. That's my way of having a fresh, eager Boy Toy when the weekend finally arrives and I get to see him. Nothing much happened for the rest of the weekend, until this (Sunday) morning. Sometimes we just don't feel up for it. Actually, even this morning, I still didn't feel up for it. We were sitting on the couch, naked, and that's exactly what I was reflecting upon, thinking about how I didn't feel like having sex at all. Funny thing, really. He had just brought me my coffee, and we were just sitting side by side, sharing a tiny little blanket and trying to stay warm. It was a chilly morning. Then Boy Toy got a cigarette out and assumed his smoking position, that is, kneeling naked in front of me, for my viewing pleasure. How I will miss this when he finally stops smoking! Anyway... I playfully mentioned the red silk trigger words, and he told me he had had a strange, kinky dream. A dream in which I was wearing a red dress, which is funny because it's the second time he dreams of me wearing that, lately, and I don't own such a garment. I'm thinking it has to do with red silk. His cigarette finished, he joined me again on the couch. He said "It's weird, right now, how submissive I feel..." I wonder if it has to do with my uttering the trigger words. And then...  And then I decided I'd given him a long enough break. We played with orgasm denial earlier this Fall and although I loved it, things started getting really stressful for Boy Toy, work-wise. I backed off because I felt that's what was needed. His mind was too taken by the whole denial thing and he needed it focused elsewhere. Now, he's still busy. But he's had his break. And maybe, just maybe, this will somehow help him with his stress. Both MyKey and Marianne suggested as much in their comments to my last post. Marianne, in particular, says that "being dominated can really take you outside of yourself, make you feel like someone else is taking over the pressure." In Boy Toy's case, I'm not sure, but I feel like trying and I'll see as we go along. So we sat there and I told him he couldn't come anymore unless given permission. And to my surprise, this turned me on. I felt the familiar throbbing start down in my pussy. I mean, I knew I liked playing this game, but this is new. As for Boy Toy, he must have felt submissive indeed, because he curled up next to me, with his head in my lap. Finally, we decided it was time to shower. I had Boy Toy wash me. I instructed him on how he should wash my hair, how much conditioner to use and how to apply it, which soap to use for my body and occasionally, I had to point out a spot he was forgetting, such as between my toes. I even had him wash my face. It was sweet.  When he was done, I told him his next job: I wanted him as my stool. He looked at me a little perplexed, so I explained I was going to sit on him. Still confused, he said "Here?" We were still in the shower. I'm sure I had a sparkle in the eye when I said "No, no. You'll see." And he did see: I repeated last Thursday's little scenario. I just enjoyed the face-sitting too much. The feel of his tongue working my pussy, teasing my clitoris, while his hands roam my body... I think I'm addicted. This time, I moved off his face after the first orgasm. He sat back up and I teasingly rested my wet pussy on his penis. I sat there for a bit, with his hands on my hips while he did his best not to ravage me. And then we did have sex. He's pretty lucky, my Boy Toy. We launch into orgasm denial... with an orgasm! I figure it'll help him get through the week. By Friday, I'm sure he'll be pretty frantic. And in sub-mode.