The last time Ava had me tied to the bed (before the past one) she did some­thing I’ve never done before; after we were done she posi­tioned her­self over my face in a way that silently forced me to lick her pussy clean of my cum and her juices. As I drank from her she began to use my face and tongue caus­ing more and more work for me until I was full and bathed in our salty sweet mix­ture. Of all that hap­pened that evening — being tied, spanked, blind­folded, teased and used; Ava forc­ing me to drink my cum from her made me feel com­pletely at her mercy and service.

Talk­ing yes­ter­day evening as Ava rode me (unbound) she let me know that start­ing today Iwould be clean­ing my cum from her when­ever and wher­ever it was left; pussy, mouth, body, ass. This morn­ing after I had cho­sen a blowjob over mas­tur­ba­tion she reminded me again.

Whether I cum vol­un­tar­ily — Ava gives me a choice; or oth­er­wise — I am used; I know that I will be respon­si­ble for clean­ing Ava’s body after. Think­ing about that now makes me unbe­liev­ably hard.

Look­ing back over the past sev­eral months I real­ize that i’d spent a lot of time think­ing about my sex­u­al­ity from a sub­mis­sive per­spec­tive.  Ava and I both enjoy play­ing the roles on both ends of the dom­i­nant / sub­mis­sive spec­trum, but left free to wan­der, my thoughts more often float towards the lat­ter.  This feel­ing was enhanced a while back when Ava decided (with­out warn­ing or request) that she would like to take charge.  It was an incred­i­ble expe­ri­ence that’s per­me­ated my fan­tasies and stoked my sub­mis­sive flame quite fre­quently since.  Ava has agreed to explore it fur­ther with me.

Com­pli­ca­tions in our lives have kept this dynamic on the back burner.

This past Fri­day around 4:30 Ava man­aged to get a nap in while I was tak­ing a shower.  When I was done I went into the bed­room to find her sleep­ing.  I laid down naked beside her and dozed off think­ing only of sleep (we’ve been busy).  When we both awoke Miss Ava told me I wasn’t allowed clothes for the rest of the evening.  I went instantly hard; which prompted a few more instructions:

I was allowed to go about my evening’s busi­ness (I had a lot of work to do) but I was to work to keep my cock hard at all times.  When I got up to do any­thing I was to stroke my cock and present it to Miss Ava.  An hour or so of this and I was near orgasm with every touch of my hand or her lips — she liked the teas­ing.  Occa­sion­ally I was made to kiss Ava’s breasts through her shirt (she enjoys being touched through cloth).  Dur­ing the whole evening we were talk­ing over instant mes­sen­ger about my sub­mis­sion (our “ver­bal” con­ver­sa­tion was “nor­mal” evening stuff).  We were also shop­ping for cock rings and gags and dil­dos, which only added to the pressure.

We had din­ner and set­tled down to watch TV.  For the next sev­eral hours I was fon­dled and pushed to the edge again and again until Ava declared that she would like to use me.  In the bed­room I was tied to the bed and after Ava pleased her­self by rid­ing my face, she set­tled onto my cock giv­ing me spe­cific instruc­tions not to cum.

In this I failed.

As Miss Ava wrapped her pussy around me I could feel the orgasm approach­ing way too quickly to stop.  My beg­ging Miss Ava to let me regain con­trol was met with harder thrusts until we came together.  Then I was left tied and alone for a while.

I was used again but able to keep myself from cum­ing this time.  Miss Ava wasn’t happy about my fail­ure to fol­low instruc­tions though and I was flipped over, hands retied, and spanked soundly.  Ava has spanked me this hard before but stopped when she thought I had asked her to stop.  Part of our new agree­ment is that when she is in con­trol she doesn’t have to “check in’ with me any­more.  She thought I needed a harder beat­ing; I got one.  The result was a red, sore, hot ass.

We stayed up a bit longer and I was allowed to put on pajama pants.  I went to sleep that evening hope­ful that Miss Ava got what she wanted / know­ing that I did.

Today it was brought to my atten­tion that I failed in another thing last Fri­day; I didn’t write here as I was told to.  While we were shop­ping online Miss Ava told me to post images of the toys I liked and why I liked them.  I’ve been told that I needed another naked evening as a result.

Once again I am rock hard.

So as it turns out we didn’t need to be as quiet or slow as I’d thought and Ava han­dled stealth like a pro.  We came home late from our date but as we approached our apart­ment build­ing we made a detour to a base­ment level entrance that is never used this late.  I don’t remem­ber why we decided to head that way.

As soon as the door shut I was spun around and slammed hard against the wall.  I’m stronger than Ava but nine months of tot­ing our baby around com­bined with booze and sur­prise ren­dered me unable to react.  By the time I even reg­is­tered any­thing Ava was forcibly remov­ing my belt and bit­ing my neck; telling me what was going to hap­pen while squeez­ing my cock through my unzipped jeans.  My resis­tance melted as her grip tightened.

Whis­pered con­ver­sa­tion about need­ing just a lit­tle more pri­vacy led us to a stor­age locker hall­way around the cor­ner from where we were stand­ing; it’s secluded and locked and dark.  With my pants undone and falling down and my belt wrapped around Ava’s hand, I was pushed to unlock the door and get inside with a sharp com­mand and nip from the belt.  As I turned to lock the door behind us Ava pulled my pants and briefs all the way down; leav­ing me exposed and breath­less in the dark.  Some harder slaps from the belt and I was on my knees with my face pressed to the dirty floor while Ava strad­dled my back.  From my posi­tion my hands were pinned under­neath me and I could see under the door out into the hall­way; from hers, Ava could do what­ever she wanted.

I was well and thor­oughly handled.

After the rapid sequence that brought me to the floor Ava seemed to take her time; lulling me to relax with gen­tle touches from her hands and tongue, suck­ing on my balls and teas­ing my ass.  As I relaxed and began to moan I felt an amaz­ing sting from the belt I for­got she had; the slaps and her words brought me back to where I was.  The semi-public space forced me to keep silent as she con­tin­ued to work over my ass with her hands and my belt, pen­e­trat­ing me with her fin­gers and tongue, stroking my cock hard and fast, then back to the spanking…

I don’t remem­ber how long this went on but I was not allowed to cum.  Even­tu­ally I was brought up to stand­ing by my hair and told to dress.  I was given fur­ther instruc­tions about what would hap­pen once we were back in our apart­ment.  I would con­tinue to be her toy, only this time in silence.

As we walked upstairs Ava reminded me that I had just been beaten, sucked, slapped, spanked and pen­e­trated on the dirty floor of a stor­age locker hall­way.  She told me next time there would be pic­tures, she would take her time, and not worry about how I felt.  As we reen­tered “nor­mal“ life my head was swim­ming with anticipation.

My mom is stay­ing with us for a few days to take over for Ava with the baby and give us a break and a chance to get to a con­cert.  It’s fan­tas­tic that she does this but the house is small enough that it puts a bit of a limit on our sex lives.  Not that there isn’t plenty of fun to be had, we just have to have it qui­etly.  Too bad too because I woke up this morn­ing want­ing to the be gagged, spanked, fucked and used.  Not a quiet pass-time.  So when we get home tonight a bit tipsy from a night out it’ll be stealth sex; quiet oral or slow love.  I’m cer­tainly not complaining.

Sug­ges­tions wel­come on any­thing else we might be able to do with­out a sound!

I will look for­ward to the other stuff later next week though

P.S. a new Leather / Latex shop in the neigh­bor­hood has us excited and think­ing.  More on that soon

Last Sun­day morn­ing I was stand­ing at the sink when Ava passed behind me and slapped my (naked) ass.  It wasn’t entirely play­ful.  Or maybe it was; but The effect was star­tling.  My breath went away for a moment; my knees got weak; I wanted more, harder…

Since then the pen­du­lum has swung a few times; I know I should com­mit some para­graphs to these things, but when my mind wan­ders it goes back some­times to the sink, then to my knees, then hog tied on the bed, gagged and blind­folded, not know­ing whats next…

… Maybe next week.  Right now Ava’s being a good girl, doing what she’s told will­ingly and imme­di­ately.  There’s no rea­son to let that pass (though she is like that often).  That’s a post for later.  After we’ve had some beer and she’s show­ered and shaved.

I didn’t sat­isfy myself.  I liked the idea of hold­ing off until later when I had time to relax and let Ava take care of me.  Any thoughts on how that should happen?

Our sched­ules don’t always allow morn­ing play…together that is…

(basi­cally) A geek con­cept for soft­ware run­ning but not pro­vid­ing a lot of out­put. That describes Ava and my sex life right now. We’ve been fairly busy, but not so much with the writing.

A while back Ava posted an ad look­ing for a man for and I to share; I’ll let her share the details. The process left her fend­ing off var­i­ous dweebs and illit­er­ates (again, she can share details if she wants) but there was always this one guy — the cute one — who we kept talk­ing about who never answered his email. It was too bad; he was both our type.

We’ve since con­nected — In per­son for cof­fee and online fre­quently. We’re hope­ful more will fol­low. When we did meet he had a present for Ava and I. Although he didn’t ask we sent him a few pic­tures to thank him.

Per­haps soon his hands will follow.

The best part of wak­ing up…Simon and I usu­ally have our cof­fee half naked…he’s typ­i­cally the naked half.

Step­ping into the bath­room tonight to take a shower I was sur­prised to see the blinds up. You came out of the shower in full robe and towel and got into paja­mas; lov­ing over before the shower.

As I got undressed I watched the court­yard for signs of guests or smok­ers. I imag­ined you lan­guid from recent orgasm stand­ing in full view form down below; your eyes closed as your hands soaped and mas­saged your breasts.

As I stepped naked into the shower and pulled the cur­tain I looked up to the dark win­dows across the way imag­in­ing invis­i­ble peo­ple in unknown apart­ments with their lights out and their eyes fixed through the win­dow for the sec­ond act of our shower show.

As the steam from the shower quickly turned the glass opaque they caught a glimpse of me as I took my cock in my hand and began to stroke.