Thursday, September 24, 2015
Kiss my nose
Katie asked me in the morning if I had been dreaming of snakes last night. I asked if I had been shaking or moving in my sleep and she informed me that I had. Every so often I dream of being in water with big black thick water snakes. They never get me but they're definitely creepy. Thus the question.
"No," I answered, "it was probably me dreaming of the orgasm I never got when we make love earlier."
Indeed, we had made love last night, just before falling asleep and of course she experienced those tremors a few times while I served as the source of her pleasure. We both enjoyed ourselves fully - just in different ways and I hope we do so again tonight, and tomorrow and the next night :)
On my drive to work - it's a significant drive - I sent her a text. To understand the double meaning of the text you need to understand that a few nights ago one of Katie's 'friends' on a social media site posted the following cartoon. It was one that kind of pushed the boundaries of what should be on such a social media site but this woman chose to do so.
When she showed me the cartoon it tickled my funny bone. It tickled it a lot. I couldn't stop laughing and later kept snickering everytime I thought of the stupid catch phrase meshed with the inverted man.
On my way to work, I thought of the inverted man and smiled again. A thought came to mind and I sent her a text:
"I liked the way you played with my "nose" last night. Feel free to do so again tonight if you'd like."
I got one of those smiley face emoticons blowing me a heart shaped kiss in reply.
At the next traffic light some minutes later I wrote again. "Given that it's allergy season I was surprised my nose didn't start running last night."
She responded, "LOL."
I responded again, "I think my nose is on some kind of prolonged decongestant. It hasn't run in a long time. I don't think allergy season, or even for that matter, the common cold, will get it to run."
Her response" "Sinus blockage."
Some minutes later I texted I'd be arriving at my destination in a few minutes. She called, as I was pretty sure she would. At some point during our conversation I asked, "Do you think that congestion is anything to worry about? I mean, it really has been going on for quite some time."
I think she could hear the smile in my voice. "Naw," she said. Suppressing a similar smile, "I think you'll be just fine."
And so our conversation ended.
Amidst the humor of our exchange there is a serious unspoken undertone that we share. My 'nose' hasn't run since early February - a little over seven months - and apparently won't be running any time soon. The app on my phone puts the time in the 220 day range. That length is the longest I've gone and most likely it will be for a significant period longer before the 'allergies' overwhelm the effects of the decongestant if you know what I mean.
Katie prefers the 'chaste' me. She likes my attention. She likes sex being about her. She likes my mood, my attentiveness, my desire to please, want, crave, lust, etc..... all those yummy feelings I love feeling toward her as well. She likes me like this because she knows I like me like this. We make love. We have a healthy sex life. She enjoys my body and I hers. We share intimacy as a married couple should. Not only so but I am able (don't ask me how) to satisfy her for as long as she wants - most of the time. There are times when I send out a warning, "I'm getting close" but for the majority of our interludes that hasn't been a problem. But beyond the 'chaste me' and the 'horny her', there is a casual bonding to our sex life that keeps the dialog of this part of our marriage open both mentally and verbally.
There is the daily, "do you want me to lock" question each morning as well as the, "is it ok to unlock, Mistress?" question each night at bedtime. There is the visual, I see him locking each morning and I hear him ask to unlock, and watch him do so every night. There is the "ahhhh" sound of pleasure I utter most nights when the cage comes off. I don't know why but it feels good to get out of the cramped quarters and express that emotional release, if you will. There is the grab of my crotch if she hasn't watched me lock when I come down stairs to check on me. There is me embracing her from behind and kissing her neck and feeling her press her rump into the steel on my front. It's playful. It shows her acceptance of my chastity. It's fun. There's lots of that kind of stuff.
But there is the other part as well. There's the knowledge that we can laugh about having one's 'nose' kissed when we see a silly adult cartoon. There are the texts we can send that hint of what was, what is, and what might be. On the surface, all that is fun. It surely makes me smile and I hope my silly texts bring a grin to her as well - that's why I send them. On a deeper level, that kind of interaction speaks to our openness of our sex life. We can share. We can talk about sex. We can talk about our bodies in a healthy way. "I love those girls" is a common phrase I often share - a compliment, if you will. The girls of course belong to her and indeed they are beautiful - stunningly beautiful - but I surely do love them and Katie lets me hug them most any time. I think she loves the attention and affection, even if I'm a little gropey at times.
But deeper still is the understanding of our relationship. She's my Mistress and I her sub. All those silly, casual, romantic 'things' (I hate that word) we do continually reinforce our wife led marriage understanding. She is in charge. She controls the bedroom. She decides if I'll be free for the night, or for a weekend day or not; not me. She checks to see if I'm locked. I don't grope her. She determines how long my time in denial will last and I honor her authority by letting her know, "I'm getting close" or by refusing to self pleasure during those times I am free for the day. And through it all - all of those things, all of those feelings, all of those rituals, all of those spontaneous actions - reinforce the bigger picture - of her being in charge.
Because our femdom relationship has a definite sexual component, that component has permitted the two of us to share about our sexual feelings more openly (a lot more openly) than if there was no such component. Now as the male, who can't hardly get those kinds of thoughts out of my generally pure and upstanding mind, I tend to be the one that verbalizes such thoughts first, but I have a pretty good hunch she has similar ones. She's just too lady like to speak her mind. Rather, she'll give me the,"mmmmm" expressed in that husky way that oozes with "I want you" every now and then. It's unmistakable and I love it. That husky, guttural, "mmmmm" does two things. First it lets me know she wants me, even if it's during a phone conversation or while we are walking hand in hand in the mall. Second, it makes me think of her even more - for a long time. I think of how fun she is; how beautiful she is; how lucky I am; and a whole lot of other, not so PG-13 thoughts.
So to all of you guys that have sex, ejaculate, roll over and fall asleep before she gets back from the bathroom, you have no idea just how much you are missing. Sure, firing your pistol is better than no sex at all but you can't imagine how much better life could be. It's almost like going buck hunting, seeing a 12 point, sighting it and then pulling it down because he vanished before you could site the bead on its chest. The story will last a lifetime even though you never fired. And like an old doctor friend of mine once told me, "If all you have is a hammer, then everything looks like a nail." Boys, you need to be willing to put some more tools into your toolbag and expand your world beyond the immediate - ready, aim, fire, fall asleep.
And to the ladies, a premise I've always believed to be true: " 'No' always wins." That's another way to say, it takes two to tango and since he wants you, you can dictate how that plays out because you're the one, not him that is more willing than not to say, 'no, I'm too tired. Maybe another night." I dare say you could tell him just how you'd like it and in doing so discover an entirely different (and maybe better) side to the man you hold so dear. Or you could come back from the bathroom to a sound-asleep husband. The choice is yours. If you deny him, you won't have to get out of the warm bed to use the bathroom, and you will have a husband willing to cuddle and snuggle you and feel his pistol with the safety off all night long. What sounds better to you?