It was his birthday last month, so I decided I’d do a little something. I couldn’t exactly go all out, since he doesn’t do birthdays (I think he doesn’t like all the attention) but he’s important to me and I wanted this day to be special. Aside from the three books I got him, I thought I’d cook for him. We love good food and usually find we can make the best dishes at home – restaurants often disappoint us. Besides, a tête-à-tête evening would be much more intimate.

I stopped by the house after work and set the stage: I still had a few things to pick up – a cake, wine and scallops – and I told him to close the curtains and make sure he stripped before I got back. When I returned, he was patiently waiting for me, sitting naked on the couch. Putting my bags on the counter top, I said “I’m going downstairs to change into something more comfortable. In the meantime, I want you to put on the chain harness.”

I selected a matching bra, garter belt and thong set and slipped a little tunic-like sleeveless shirt over it. If I bent forward slightly, my ass was exposed. I went back upstairs to find him wearing the harness, with the lock still open. When I noticed the lock, I said “What are you doing?” and quickly locked it, before he could so much as blink. He blushed.

I had him open the bottle of wine – a Masi Campofiorin – and pour us each a glass; the alcohol really helps relax him when he’s in a… predicament.

We started with the food, heating up the entrée I had already prepared the day before. When it was time to cook the scallops, Boy Toy went to work. That’s right, his birthday, yet he got to do (part of) the cooking. What can I say? He is the better cook and when it comes to cooking scallops to perfection… I trust him more than myself.

We sat at the table, I wearing my lingerie and he, his harness, and ate. The food was awesome. You cannot go wrong with seafood!

Once finished, we sat on the couch, sipping our wine. After a little while, I took a cushion and dropped it on the floor, in front of me. I looked at him, then pointedly at the cushion, and he understood. He went to his knees on the cushion, facing me. Without saying a word, I removed the socks, garter belt and thong.

He went to work and… Oh, God! It had been a while since he’d gone down on me. Having him strut around in his little chain harness all evening had gotten me in the mood quite nicely. Not to mention that he’s GOOD at oral sex! I believe I came in less than a minute, feeling his tongue on my sex, his face between my legs.

I did not intend on letting him cum. I thought this would make a great birthday gift: denial. But what do they say about the best laid plans? After my orgasm, he got up and, towering over me, started rubbing his penis on my wet pussy, kissing me, pinching  my nipples… Hmmmm. I grabbed him and got the head of his penis properly lubrified with my juices, then guided him in, saying he could have one stroke. Predictably, he started pumping and it felt too good to stop him. Soon, he was begging me to let him cum and I did not find the heart to refuse him.

I’m glad I didn’t, and I think he now appreciates birthdays just a little bit more.

In the shower again. He fingered me to orgasm. I touched him all over, telling him how hot he was. How much I enjoyed owning such a sexy Boy Toy. I grabbed his cock and tested a few statements such as “You like being owned by me.” or “I love locking your cock in a metal cage.” Sure enough, some caused a noticeable reaction in the meat. I made sure he wasn’t coming, though. Finally, he got out of the shower. Still rinsing out my hair, I called “Don’t get dressed!”

I fitted The Fort Stainless Steel Locking Chastity Device on him as soon as I got out. Then I had him stand in the corner for 10 minutes. “Prevention punishment”, I called it. To show him that I could and that he should take any threat of punishment seriously. He said I’d been reading too much online these days, to which I replied “Boy Toy, I’ve been reading online for 2 years.” This produced the expected, satisfying blush.

Sometimes, it’s good to be Boy Toy’s Owner.

Things often begin in the shower. We’re naked, it’s wet, hot and steamy. How could I resist his strong, manly body? It usually starts with offhand fondling. One of my favorite things to do is lube my hands with soap and jerk him off. He doesn’t know why, but this feels so very intense. I can’t go on like this for very long, though, it just feels too good and he might just come, which would foil my plans.

Wait, what? Plans? Yes, sometimes. Like last weekend. I played with him, had him penetrate me for a thrust or two… but never let him come. I had something in mind, something for after the shower. By the time we were all properly clean, he was begging me to let him come. He was starving, however, so I suggested he eat a banana before we got down to business. While he was sating one of his hungers, I rummaged through our toy box and fished out the handcuffs. He saw me, of course, and he was beginning to worry. A little.

I led him downstairs, in our bedroom. I had him kneel on the bed and I cuffed his hands behind his back. Satisfied with his position, I sat in front of him, propped against some pillows, naked still. I had my blue vibrator handy and I took it out of it’s little pouch. He was suddenly very attentive. I used the opportunity to talk a little about the kink in our relationship, but after a bit I felt too much like I was lecturing him so I started to masturbate in front of him. While he watched, I got myself all nice and wet. It was a little strange, doing something so intimate and personal in front of him. He seemed to enjoy watching it. It felt good, but I soon realized that I wasn’t going to climax, not that way.

I set his hands free and had him lay on his back, for another favorite of mine: I sit on his face, and he licks. Hmmmm. And because he is such a spoiled Boy Toy, I finished by fucking him to orgasm. I initially wanted to deny him but what is it they say about the best laid plans?

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It was a great way to start a lazy Saturday, but unfortunately things later turned sour. You may have noticed that I’m not writing much these days. It’s because things weren’t exactly going well. We kinda almost broke up and I guess we’ve both been doing a lot of thinking since. Our whole relationship has seen a lot of ups and downs and these days, it’s a lot more down than up. How ironic that just a short while ago, I posted about how well things were going…

I think we’ll be ok, but if we end up parting ways, I’m not sure what it would mean for this blog. Of course, we’ve been through hard times before and maybe this is just another one of those phases. After I started writing this post, he came downstairs and we talked for a bit. It went well, it felt kind of like progress. We have communication problems, he misunderstands me a lot, and I get upset a lot. I suggested we set aside some comfortable, relaxed time for talking and set some rules, like we aren’t allowed to interrupt the other, or we cannot get upset. We’ll see where this goes.

You can imagine the effect this has on our whole sex life… With the “disaster” of a few months ago, I’m feeling less than sure of myself. I want to go back to kink, I kinda feel everything is connected and so going back to “normal” is important to me, but it’s difficult. I do bring it up a lot, we just never manage to really get everything out in the open. There are a few things I’d like to talk about with Boy Toy, regarding kink, yet I have a hard time bringing them up, I’m not sure how to express them. Still, we do a little kink here and there, the first part of this post is a good example. I asked him this morning if he was ready to be “on” and he said yes. I wondered if it was a good idea, considering how things have been going… We agreed that we’d stop and re-evaluate if anything goes wrong. Once again, we’ll see where this goes.

I try to keep the kink and the “relationship stuff” apart but at the same time, they seem somewhat interrelated. For instance, something occured to me recently. Boy Toy has submissive tendencies, and I believe that a sub needs encouraging words, I believe he needs to be told he’s been good. And that’s something I don’t really do a lot, so maybe it makes him feel inadequate. Many signs point that way. It’s hard to say, though, he’s sometimes less than forthcoming about how he feels. In any case, I do intend on trying to give him more positive feedback.

The bottom line is, I do want this to work. We live together now, it would be silly to give up so easily. We love each other; we’re just pretty different, and not that good at understanding each other. The “different” part cannot change, but I sure as hell believe we can learn to communicate.

I am growing impatient; maybe waiting for Boy Toy to beg for my domination wasn’t the best of ideas. I’m starting to think he needs a bit of a nudge in the right direction. Ok, maybe a big nudge. In fact, I’ve been giving him hints and reminders aplenty these days…

This morning, Boy Toy was up in the greenhouse on the roof, working. At least, that’s what he was SUPPOSED to be doing: when I walked by, he was checking out the new items over at Extreme Restraints. I decided it was OK to stop and bother him for a few minutes, since he wasn’t really working. Besides, he had caught my attention with the CB6000S. I thought there was a new chastity device out there but it turns out it’s simply a shorter version of the original.

Then he came on a new strap-on. Suddenly feeling naughty, I grabbed him by the knees and forcefully turned his chair so he’d be facing me, rather than the computer. I straddled his legs and said: “Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve used mine on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He blushed and looked down, but wouldn’t respond. I insisted, saying I wanted him to admit that he’d love it if I fucked him with my strap-on, that he wants me to dominate him. “You know I’m shy about that”, he said.

Deciding on another strategy, I undid his jogging pants’ lace and pulled them down, letting the elastic come down on his cock, which made it stick out nicely above the waistline. I started running my nails along his sensitive frenum and when he gasped, I pinched the skin there and asked my question again, a playful, knowing smile on my lips. It didn’t take him long to change his answer to: “Anything you want, my Owner.” Ahhhh! Much better!

His good answer earned him more exposure. That is, I pulled his pants lower, until the waistband was under his balls and pushing his whole package upwards. I continued my light nail scratchies, pinches and strokes, then got up, looked around to make sure no nosy neighbor could see us, and peeled off my own jogging pants. The clothes out of the way, I sat on him and we fucked. But I’d been teasing him so much that he came almost instantly. Oups!

Not a problem… I went to our room downstairs, grabbed my trusty blue vibrator and voilà! Everybody was now happy. Not only that, but I think I’m making progress. Soon, he’ll be begging me, you’ll see!

I hope so, anyway. I want my Boy Toy back.

Boy Toy was trying to help me with an exercise: I told him I’d like to get my butt a bit more toned and he suggested I do squats. When I had done a few, I remarked on how much it worked my inner thighs, which surprised him. Then he figured that perhaps it was different for me because our centers of gravity aren’t the same. To demonstrate, he knelt on the floor and bent forward, explaining that women can touch the ground with their nose that way, but not men.

I’m an opportunist. As he was kneeling, I hurried to stand in front of him, and said “It’s nice when you kneel like that in front of me.” He blushed.

I’m back.

Ohhh but I have a lot to tell you! After posting about the complications of playing dominant when there are feelings involved, sometimes even resentment, I thought and thought about it and finally, I decided to have Boy Toy wear the CB6000 while I was away. So I emailed him my instructions…

Problem is, it’s late and I am totally pooped. As much as I want to tell you all about it, it’ll have to wait till later.

Good night!