Showing posts with label Orgasm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orgasm. Show all posts

Monday 28 December 2015

Orgasm - Release.

I am writing this at 5am. I suffer with insomnia, but I am being kept awake by a realisation that I can't stop from mulling over and over in my mind. I am hoping that I can sleep after I have written it down.

I have, for some time, told my boy that I would treat him to an orgasm for Christmas. I chose 17th December and bought him a little boy's advent calendar so he could count down the days.

Usually, I dread orgasms for him so much so they very rarely happen. But I was not dreading this one. 

It was 7 months since his last and was done in such a way that even I had been looking forward to it. My boy spread open wide for me, on his spreader bars, locked in place, and with slow, slow rhythmic strokes.

One of the reasons I hate orgasms is because of their effect. My boy tells me that they don't alter him, but we have both noticed that they do. He tries very hard for them not to alter him, but it is their nature to, beyond his control.

I had had the most desperately pathetic chastity slave. Adorable in every way.

He had his orgasm. He was released from being that most desperately pathetic chastity slave.

I created a Man.

A week later I had the freedom of a little time. I had wanted him to take me for hot chocolate, but he persuaded me otherwise and we spent the time doing something we hardly ever do. We had sexual time together. Man and woman. I say man because he could perform as a man. He didn't get to orgasm of course.

Within minutes after, he passed a comment that offended me. We argued only slightly about it but it did spoil the mood of the time spent together. it was a comment that a desperate chastity boy would not have made.
Within 48 hours we had had a huge fall out which resulted in my refusing to speak with my boy for days. He said, in particular, one word - likening me to something. He spoke to me in the manner of a Man. The Man I had made. He spoke to me in a way I refuse to tolerate. 

I want to represent the situation honestly and fairly, and am not writing this to shame my boy or lay blame. In his defence, he would say he has not changed at all. That I spoke equally badly to him and that I deserved all he said to me.

I know, however, that my pathetic, desperate boy, with his little boy's advent calendar, would not have spoken like that to me. 

He would say is orgasm, and his opportunity to be a Man had not changed him.

I, however, am Mistress KeyHolder. 

And I know otherwise.

He thought 7 months was a long time.

Right now, I never want him to have another orgasm again.


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As a footnote, I will remind myself that I seem to have made a similar observation/post to this on another orgasm occasion. When I find the post about it I will make a link to it [here].