Update: Ending the first week

NOTE: This post refers to the T&D game we are playing and is a continuation from the past few posts. For more info on the game ant it rules, refer to those.

DAY 3

After obtaining release on Sunday, I was not feeling particularly driven on Monday, and would not have worked out if it was not for the prospect of lowering my FUTURE odds even more. In that sense, you could say that the game worked in getting me off my feet and working out, even without much direct motivation. My odds at the beginning of this day were a paltry 19%, and missing the workout would have lowered them to 13% (I’m rounding here. Each marble in the container represents 6.25%). While at the moment I don’t really feel a strong urge to be released, I know that in a few days I will and if the percentage is too low, it may take many days to raise it to an acceptable level.

We were both very busy on this day, so there was almost no contact of any kind between V and I. As we ended up going to bed at separate times, nothing else happened. This is something that used to frustrate me, because even though I said that I wanted V to have control, I think I still had at least some level of expectation of ‘payment’ for my workout. Ironically, this expectation may have been fueled by V’s generosity in releasing me almost every time I worked out, but it is still my responsibility to see if I really want this to happen or not, because she is only doing what she thinks I’m asking for. As a matter of fact, part of my motivation for introducing randomness to our arrangement (something I didn’t want to do before) was that I was beginning to get the vibe that V was feeling ‘forced’ whenever I worked out, regardless of what I said to the contrary. This of course, might very well be my fault, by not being a good honest communicator.

My workout of this day increased my odds to 25%, although I didn’t do the actual marble substitution until the next morning.

DAY 4

I woke up on Tuesday a little earlier than usual, because my work schedule for the day was a little different, but V was awake and asked me if I had changed the marbles for my workout of the previous day. When I answered that I hadn’t, she instructed me to do to right then and suggested that she may pull marbles later in the day, if I was “good”.

I changed the marbles and noticed how dismal even the 25% odds look. I admit it. I felt a little pleasurable twinge when I saw all that RED in the container (12 RED, 4 GREEN) because I know that means more chances to be denied.

We went on with our separate daily activities and I found that I am still at the stage where I want the marble to be RED, but with a 25% of GREEN marbles, there is the possibility of release. I’m glad the container will reset on Sunday to keep the odds low, because at the rate I’m going if I keep working out every day, the odds may rise too much.

When I came home from work, V was in the kitchen and we had a short but intense make-out session standing up against the fridge.

“You need to work out,” she whispered in my ear, panting.

“Yes, Miss,” I said.

“Now”

I went.

After my workout, I edged myself in the shower, fantasying about pleasing V while continuing in denial. Edging is something I am still doing, to raise my energy level to a more ‘motivated’ state. If I had a device that worked good enough to prevent me from doing that, my level of motivation would take longer to come up. I still have not made up my mind over whether I should stop edging or not.

Later that night, V came into the room, took her clothes off and basically ordered me to scratch her back, which is becoming kind of a routine nowadays. As I did it, she moaned with pleasure, which is something she knows I find super hot.

“Marbles,” she said extending her hand over her shoulder, her nude back still turned towards me. I gave the container to her and she made a show of shaking it to make the marbles move inside. I’m starting to love the sound they make.

She switched a marble for the day’s workout, which brought the odds up to 31%, closed the container and pulled a marble. She turned around to face me, displaying a RED marble between her index and thumb.

“Aw, poor you,” she said with a sad face she couldn’t hold for long and burst into laughter. “ And you have been working soooo hard!”

She sounded so genuinely joyful at the prospect of me getting RED that I had to admit to her that I was a lucky man.

“It seems to me that the word you are looking for is ‘unlucky’,” she said with unmitigated glee. “Honey, you pulled RED!”

“Well,” I said. “I am lucky to be unlucky, then. And I have been working out every day, so this is working…”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling that beautiful smile of hers. “This is only going to be a short tease, because I am kind of tired.”

It was relatively short, yes, but enough to drive me wild with the sounds she made and her moves, especially when she pulled out and told me she was done and good night.

“You have worked out every day this week, right?” She asked. Since she knows exactly how many days I have worked out, I think her question was more for my benefit than hers. “We have to talk about a special prize if you complete the week…”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked

“Not now,” she said. “I’m too tired.”

“But when you said ‘we have to talk’ I thou -”

“Yes, good night…”

Sometimes, I talk too much.

I could not sleep. I had reached a high level of energy and needed to get out of bed and do something else. I felt happy, mad, frustrated, elated, tired and energized at the same time. Overarching all that, deeply in love with my wife, and grateful that she is doing this for me and that she is enjoying it too.

After doing some other things, I went ahead and edged again. I am too curious as to how much higher I can go. This time, I made sure to stop a little earlier, farther from the edge, to avoid any possible accidents that my heightened state my cause.

I finally went to bed past midnight and fell asleep looking at V, contemplating my luck and feeling gratitude for her being so firm and constant in enforcing the rules of our game.

DAY 5

After being awake for a little while on Wednesday, but still in bed, I felt a ‘leaking’ sensation, then another. I checked and I was having a small amount of flow. Not as much as in a wet dream, but definitely there. I have read of this happening to men after several days in chastity, but I have only been without release for 2 days. It may be that my edging and V’s tease have accelerated the process. I don’t know. I was thinking about work when it happened, and as far as I know, I don’t have THAT type of attraction towards my job.

My motivation to work out this day was super high. Especially after V saying that we needed to talk about my “special prize”. The implication of the phrase “we need to talk” in my experience was that she was going to tell me something that (she thinks) I might not like, so it was a little nerve-wrecking not to know what she wanted to tell me.  It may be that she wants to make special prizes harder to achieve, which is perfectly fine for me, but it also may be that she wants to take them out of the equation, which would not be as fine for me, but I would definitely accept it if that’s what she wanted.

Anyway, during my day at work I was thinking about V a lot and texted her a simple “Thank you”. At this point, I think she knows exactly what I am thanking her for, and I imagine her shaking her head and muttering something or other about how crazy her husband is.

Once at home, V told me she was busy and confirmed that she needed to be left alone to work on a project, so I went out and spent some time with the kids. After that, I was alone in the living room and she walked in.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “Go serve me some food.”

I stood up to go to the kitchen, a big smile on my face because of her demanding tone and as we walked into the kitchen / dining room, she saw the large pile of dishes in the sink.

“Forget it,” she said pointing at the dirty dishes. “I’ll serve my own food. You have a lot of work right there.”

I turned around and grabbed an apron to do the dishes.

“What?” V asked. “You are going to do the dishes instead of working out?”

I placed the apron back in place and went to the room to get my workout shoes. When I was about to walk out the door, she questioned me again.

“Are you going to work out instead of doing those dishes?”

We both laughed at that, but I did all the dishes after my workout.

At night, after taking a long bath, V came into the bedroom wearing my bathrobe. I was at the computer and she asked me if I had time to do something for her. When I turned around to say yes, she let the bathrobe fall and revealed the black sexy lingerie she was wearing.

“I need you to serve me some good ice cream,” she said. “Would you?”

“Yes,” I said, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her neck, which she signaled to by lifting her hair.

“Aw,” she said. “You are so easy to convince! Would you have said ‘yes’ so quickly if I was not wearing these?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Liar!”

I went and got some Ice Cream for her. When I returned, she looked at it and sighed.

“You don’t listen to me,” she said. “You were too busy gawking and didn’t pay attention to what I said.”

“You said ‘bring be some good vanilla ice cream’,” I said.

“WITH delicious chocolate syrup all over it,” she added. “Men! They never listen…”

I honestly don’t remember her asking for chocolate syrup, but when she has the container with the marbles that decide whether or not you have release, you just go ahead and obey.

“Go get me the syrup,” she said, smacking my bottom as I left the room.

I came back with the proper Ice cream and as I entered the door she asked if I had added the strawberry syrup as she had asked. This time I was sure she was jesting, so I said that I had added exactly what she had asked. She didn’t pursue it.

While she was having her Ice Cream, she had me read a case file to her. After that, she composed a brief reply and asked for the marbles. She opened the container and looked at it. Then she showed it to me. All the marbles visible were RED.

“You are lucky I always shake it before drawing,” she said.

The marble came out GREEN, which I consider a lucky shot, because the odds were at 38% only.

“Screw me,” she ordered. “Screw me good, because I need a good screwing.”

“Yes, Miss,” I said and immediately got to work on it with explosive results from both parts.

“Did I screw you good?” I asked afterwards.

“No, you didn’t,” she answered. “You need to keep working on it until you get it right. You can try again tomorrow…”

I thought that was it for the day, but she ordered me to put something on, so I could go to the living room and bring some things she had forgotten there. When she noticed that I was a little unenthusiastic about the task, she said something that started my mental gears again.

“You better do it,” she said. “Because you know I can pull RED marbles for a week if you don’t”.

I bet you can guess that I immediately went and did as I was told.

Day 2: Quick Adjustments

NOTE: This post continues the conversation of the previous two posts. For more information on the game we are playing, please refer to those posts.

After being denied on Saturday by the drawing of a RED marble, I woke up on Sunday Super motivated to play again and with a 60% chance of drawing GREEN. V didn’t mention the game in the morning and we proceeded to our normal activities. In the afternoon, however, she approached me in the bedroom and toyed with me a little.

“What are your plans, honey?” She asked.

“I was planning to go work out,” I said truthfully, because when she had entered the room I had been changing into workout-appropriate clothing. Of course, she didn’t believe it, which is okay, because she tried to do some more “convincing”.

“Good,” she said grabbing my (until then) flaccid member. “Because you got a GREEN marble yesterday and it would be sad just to change it for a RED one today, wouldn’t it?

“Yes Miss…” I said as she fondled me a little more.

“Now, go!” she said, laughing. I’m glad she’s having fun.

I went on my usual workout routine and returned. While working out I thought about how that was going to raise my chances to a 70% and how easy it had been. I felt conflicted about having a GREEN marble come out and stop my denial short. True, I’m very horny, but I’m curious as to how far I can go.

A little later, I was at the computer and she entered the room.

“You should stop masturbating to the computer,” she said. “It is not good for you”.

I explained that I had not been masturbating and that as a matter of fact I have not masturbated in a long time, because what would be the purpose of coming up with ways to be denied by her, only to “de-hornytize” (yes I made that up) myself?

“I don’t know,” she answered. “Guys do it all the time, why do they?”

“Because that’s how they get their kicks,” I said. “They have not discovered the things we have discovered and how sweet it is to be so horny.”

She dismissed that with a “maybe:” and told me that now she was busy and if I wanted her to have time and energy to pull a marble later, I needed to help her out.

I did.

At night, she came into the room, undressed herself and went to bed.

“Marbles,” she said extending her open hand, palm up, demanding.

I took the container of marbles, hoping against hope that a RED marble would come, but  she proceeded to change a RED marble to GREEN because of my workout (which I had not mentioned to see if she would pull a marble before counting the workout) and now my odds were at 70% GREEN.

She pulled a marble in secret and asked me what color I thought it was.

“Green,” I said.

“Is that wishful thinking?” V asked, not noticing my resigned tone.

“Red?”

“Here,” she said, tossing me a bottle of lotion. “You are going to get the privilege of rubbing my feet.”

As I rubbed her feet and thought about how true it was that it was my privilege, she showed me the GREEN marble she had pulled and we went over the rules of the game again. V asked me what would happen to the green marble that she pulled and I explained that it would go back to the container so we always maintain a total of 10. She asked me what would happen if any marbles that were “used” remained out of play, and I explained that we could do that, but it would change the odds, so we should look into the way of adding marbles as well. Then she said that after I “scored” tonight, I would have less interest in working out, but if I worked out twice more, my chances of drawing GREEN would be at 100% and we “couldn’t have that”.

She suggested that we reset the count every week and I mentioned my idea of cutting down to one green marble for each day of the week that I worked out. At first she misunderstood and thought that the number of beads would not change, but I clarified that if I worked out 5 days in a row, 100% of the marbles would be green, but they would reset to 5 (for a 50% again).

“You only worked out 3 times this week,” she asked. “How would it work?”

“I’ll have 3 GREEN marbles and 7 RED”.

“No,” she said. “I don’t like it. I’ll have to keep track of how many times you work out during the week, and I don’t want to count.”

I was about to suggest that I can keep the count for her when her math processor brain came up with a solution that had escaped me even after all the thought I had given to the matter.

“Every Sunday,” she said. “I will open the container and remove 5 GREEN marbles. If you’ve been a good boy and worked out all week, it will bring you back down to 50%, but if you have been bad, you will go down to less than that.”

I was about to protest, but some quick mental math told me that I could be up for more denial than I originally expected, so I kept my peace.

She, on the other hand, was not ready to give it up.

“I’m going to add marbles to the container,” she said. “I need 8 of each instead of 5”.

“Why?”

“Because even if you work out on all 7 days of the week, you still get the chance to draw a RED marble”.

So, we finally settled on this: Every Sunday, V will remove 7 GREEN marbles (or all of them, if there are less than 7) from the container and replace them with RED ones. I will begin on Monday with those odds.

“Well,” she said after I said okay. “Today is Sunday, so do it.”

I had mixed feelings about taking my 70% GREEN container and changing it to 19% GREEN (18.75, actually). I didn’t know the number at the moment, but it looked pretty awful with just 3 GREEN marbles in a sea of 13 RED ones. She must have seen my confused face, because she asked me what the matter was, and I said that the odds looked really low.

She smiled and said “You asked for it.”

And you know what? I’m glad I did.

Game Report: Day One

In the previous post I talked about the game we are playing. In very simple terms, there is a container that has red and green marbles (it started with 5 of each color) and whenever V wants to have sex she pulls a marble to see if I will get to enjoy an orgasm (green) or be denied (red). The trick is that I have to work out every day fot this to work. If I don't work out on any given day, not only V does not pull a marble (it automatically counts as red) but she gets to substitute a green marble for a red one in teh container, diminishing the odds of me getting an orgasm in the future. If I work out, a green marble is substituted for a red one, increasing the odds. We are still working out the details of how to "reset" the count if it goes too "green", so this is still in developement, but we started nevertheless. I will be bound by these rules until August, when we can look at them and revise accordingly.

The last I reported here was that I presented the game to V and she agreed to play.

Well, yesterday's morning, V woke me up and told me "Let's play colors!" I gave her the container, which we decided to keep on my bedside table and after struggling a little trying to open it, she pulled a marble and began to laugh. She showed it to me, it was a red one.

"It has to be your luck!" V said laughing as she dropped it back in the container. "Now come here and make ME happy."

"Yes, Miss," I said, and acted accordingly.

After we were done, or I should say after SHE was done, we were laying there, basking on her post-orgasmic bliss and my unspent energy and she told me something curious.

"You see?" She said. "This is a game that could sell. It's simple, it doesn't have a lot of instructions, it is easy to learn and it doesn't take hours and hours to finish. You should sell it".

"Do you think I could sell a game like this?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "There are a lot of naughty games out there, so I guess you could".

After a little while, she asked me to bring her breakfast in bed, which I happily did.

I worked out later in the day, and that night, as we laid in bed, she told me to switch the marble. I did, and now I have 60% chance of getting an orgasm the next time she pulls one.

I am so horny right now that I have to go work out, but deep inside, I'm hoping for another RED marble... You know how it is. If I work out now, I will have 70% chance of an orgasm afterwards (I will wait for her to tell me to switch the marbles before I do, hoping that she would call colors before my chances rise up to 70%)

And this was the first day of playtest. Looks promising so far.

Progress Report and A New Game

PROGRESS REPORT

Well, I have not posted anything for the last three months. Things have continued to progress at a slow pace. I continue to be denied (good) or ignored (bad) when I don't work out, and every once in a while V asks me to serve her in various ways, some sexual, some not. I have given foot massages, back rubs, breakfast in bed, and out of bed, done her laundry and other things of this nature.

An old sports injury flared again, so I have not been able to work out often. V has not shown mercy, and in the last couple of months I have had less orgasms (and sadly less sex) than ever. I am currently going to therapy and getting better, so I started working out again (and having orgasms). One sad part of not being able to work out is that V teases me less. Another one is that I gained back all the weight that I had lost, and now I am only 2 pounds under my highest weight.

To the risk of sounding like everything is rosy and my denial adventure is perfect, I will make a list of the things V has done recently that I consider advances. This list is not exhaustive, and I want to make it very clear that these things have happened over a long period of time. For the most part, the relationship continues to be very vanilla and not dominated by her.

1. She allows me to give her oral on the condition that it is agreed upon in advance and she has the chance to clean herself. The other condition is that I have to be freshly shaven.
2. She has sat on my face as a convincing mechanism.
3. She has become more vocal about sex.
4. She purchased additional sexy underwear to tease me with
5. She stopped giving me oral as a matter of routine and now demands that I work out at least 5 days per week to allow me to sit back and enjoy it. 
6. Under the same conditions as number 4, she has given me some exquisite hand jobs.

 

A NEW GAME

Today, I broached the subject of a change in the rules of our game. She asked a few questions to make sure she understood, but in the end told me that she things it is good and that we will begin immediately. What this means is that I will be denied more and it started tonight.

This morning, I woke up with a hard-on and she allowed me to enter her from behind for a bit. When it sounded like I was about to cum, she pulled away and ordered me to go to work. I worked out today, with the full hope of being able to have an orgasm tonight, but she told me that she was tired and she would have a conversation with me in the morning. I asked her about the subject of the conversation and she told me that it would be about my progress, and that depending on my answers, she may or may not allow me my release. (I have mentioned before that working out "counts" until the next morning.)

That is when I presented my idea for the game.

It is very simple and not original, but we are going to try it. I asked her to test it for a full month before allowing me to change anything, even if I am crying after two weeks.

So, this is it. There are five green and five red marbles in a container to begin with. Ever day I work out, a green marble is deposited in the container and a red one is taken out. If I don't work out, the opposite happens, a red one in, a green one out. The proportion of colored marbles in the container, indicates my chances to have an orgasm. On a day when I don't work out, nothing else happens with the marbles after the substitution. I definitely have no chance of having an orgasm and V can do with me as she pleases. On a day when I work out, V has to decide if she wants sex or not (like now) but instead of automatically allowing me to have an orgasm, she will pull a marble from the container. Green means "GO" and Red means "NO". The marbles work only for me. She can always have as many orgasms as she pleases.

The addition of the random layer is a attempt to be denied more often, to maintain my motivation level. The substitution of marbles is to increase and decrease the chances to prevent me from playing the system by not working out when I know (or suspect) that she will not have sex with me. If I fail to work out three days in a row, my chances of an orgasm on my next workout day will be  30% lower.

Will this work?

I don't know, but it is a step forward and back at the same time. It is a step forward because she readily accepted it and I will be denied more often, but  by bringing randomness to the game where before she was making desicions, I might be delaying her growth into complete sexual dominance.

Time will tell.

Darned Tricksy Feelings

Reading on some other blogs recently, I noticed a common thread: Most aspiring submissives are disillusioned. It must be a phase of the moon for so many to go through a down phase at the same time. I mean, I know for a fact that all these pseudo-dommes have not been talking to each other, "hey, let's all get together and frustrate our husbands, but not the way they like to be frustrated, oh, yes, look how evil we are!"

All joking aside, I was going through a downer as well.

I think it is perfectly normal for a wife to have less energy at times, but knowing it intellectually does nothing to help with the feelings of rejection and lack of love that I experience when Miss V is on the low mood. Whenever I allow myself to be dragged down by those feelings and get depressed, we begin to feed on each other's mood until we both end depressed and with no personal attention requested, offered or given, no one gets satisfaction to their needs. 

The problem is that when we are denied, our feelings intensify and every gesture, every word, every sound takes on a charged meaning. If that meaning is not one of dominance, acceptance, lust or sex, we automatically categorize it as the opposite and end up frustrated (and again, not in the good way).

I have learned, at least intellectually, to give Miss V space and time to come back to herself. I try to remain positive and ask her if there is something I can do to her or for her and she usually either sends me away with a low key, "no, thanks" or asks me to help the children, so they don't have to continually ask her for help while she is busy. (Contrary to mine, part of Miss V's job has to be done at home).

Last week we were going through one of these low periods and contrary to my own advice, I started to get cranky. I didn't act up in any way, but began to have those darned feelings that "my wife doesn't love me anymore" or "I can't be in this kind of relationship" or plainly "I hate this life!"

Well, I think there are good news and bad news. The bad news is that those pesky feelings will not go away, because they are part of my own self. I will continue to feel rejected, unloved, uncared for, any time there is a little less attention from Miss V. The good news is that if I learn to recognize those feelings, and accept them as a natural part of who I am, even though I may not be able to curb the feelings themselves, I will gain the freedom to decide what my reaction to the feelings is going to be. I am free to choose to wallow in my misery, dragging Miss V and our relationship down with me, or I can choose to recognize that despite my feelings to the contrary, she still loves me, cares for me and is just tired, stressed out, or frustrated with other things that believe it or not, don't actually revolve around the center of MY universe.

If I can do this, I'm sure going to be a help for Miss V and her low moods will be shorter and less frequent. Even if I'm wrong on this, I can use her low moods as an opportunity to prove to her and myself that I truly mean it when I say that I love her and want to serve her whether there is an immediate reward for me or not.

This week's funk is over, and not surprisingly I'm feeling all happy again.

Yesterday, Miss V made me make love to her and stopped me after having three orgasms. I'm kind of becoming proud of "my ability" to get her off multiple times (in quotes because I think it is actually her ability to let herself go and enjoy, but I still feel more virile when it happens).

I took her out to lunch and after we came back she said that taking her out to lunch had been a very sweet thing, but she was an evil woman and she was paying me back with "this". She opened my pants and rubbed me until I was panting in anticipation, then she let go, walked back and ordered me to "put it away" (which is one of those orders that I can never obey, because the more she orders it, the harder it becomes).

She told me that I better clean the house today, or she's going to "make me cry".

I have no idea what she means, because she has never made me cry before, but I'm going to get away from the computer now and start cleaning some, because she is about to come back home, and I'm sure she expects something done.

I just mention this to make the case that as usual, my feelings about this were all wrong. Miss V. had not stopped loving me, or caring for me, and after she started to feel better, came back to tease and denial, and a threat that I very much want to see her execute.

I hope this lesson can be learned learned and applied and I don' let those darned tricksy feelings, whenever I have them, drag me down.

What can I do for Miss V. today?

More Progress and a Worrying Question.

This Saturday, Miss V brought teasing to a new level of excitement and frustration. First, she made it very clear that even though I had worked out, she was not going to feel forced in any way by it. While this has been an implicit part of our agreement from the beginning, it still felt powerful the way she said it.

She said that I was sloppy this week and slow to listen to her, so now she was going to be slow to do what I wanted her to do. While she was staying this, she was removing her clothes, so you can probably guess that I was a little confused by the mixed signals. That didn't last long, however, because when she finished taking her clothes off, she laid by my side and explained herself.

"You want to know why I'm taking my clothes off?" She asked. "I just want you to be very aware of what you are NOT going to get today because you have been a bad boy this week."

For the next hour or so, she allowed me to lay at her side, kissing and rubbing her while she rubbed my erection with her feet and played an online game on her phone with some dude... At the end of which, she pushed me away and allowed me to lick and suck on her feet, which were covered in my precum. I can't even begin to describe how submissive I felt at having to lick my own precum off her feet while she told me how fun it was for her to keep me like that.

She explained that she had noticed that I enjoyed denial too much, so she was not going to allow me inside her, even if that punished her, so I was only going to give her a massage. She handed me the lotion and turned around, still playing the online game on her phone. As I climbed over her to give her the requested massage, she opened her legs so that my knee was between her legs. In that position she started to rub herself against my leg and I am proud to report that she eventually had to stop playing her game and closed her eyes, enjoying both the action of my hands giving her relaxing attention, but also the rubbing she was giving herself against me. Whether she got an orgasm or not, she didn't let me know. I don't think she did, but she left me wondering.

After she subjected me to this process, she asked me for last Saturday's to-do-list and proceeded to update it. The list was shorter, but it included some larger projects, a trend that I observed last week. She also mentioned that she only expected me to complete two of them, while the rest only needed to be started.

I worked hard to complete the two mandatory tasks, but I have to confess I didn't get to starting the others. I'm sure she's going to say something next week when I present the list for updating. As I write this, I am still denied, and hope that it will continue after tonight, even though she already implied that we will have sex.

The main development between this week and previous ones was that she initiated the denial action on her own volition even against the technicality. Having me licking her precum soiled feel while playing an online game with another guy were also dominant acts, at least from my point of view. Form this side of things, I consider it a successful week. However there is a point of concern to me and is in Miss V deciding that I enjoy denial so much that it is not a punishment and she will opt to not let me touch her.

I can see this working two ways, and while one of them could work out to be deliciously evil, the other one could be a disaster. Let me explain with two scenarios here,

SCENARIO 1:
Miss V Rules that denial is a privilege and can only be earned if I do as I'm told. This places orgasm and denial on the same category and places the authority to make the decision between them entirely on her. This would be an ideal scenario because one of my concerns right now is how little motivation I get to be obedient when I crave denial.

SCENARIO 2:
Miss V decides that I will have sex when I do as I'm told and not be allowed to be teased and denied when I don't. This makes orgasm denial, in the sense I desire it almost non-existent and place us in the same situation we were before this entire thing began, except that I will be less happy, because she won't have sex with me out of her sense of duty, like she was doing before, so it would be just less sex and no tease.

The question now is how can I influence this decision making process to avoid scenario 2 and encourage scenario 1? If you have any ideas, please feel free to chip in and share. This is where I'd love to have hundreds of readers, so I could get a good sample of answers (since only a small percent of readers actually contribute) but I assure you that every little comment you leave here is appreciated.

Busy as she catches on to the idea.

As V catches on to the idea of her power over me, I find I have less time to do things like, uh, let's say blog.

The idea has caught on on several fronts, a litle here, a litle there, and not 24-7, like some claim to have it. For the past few weeks, I have been doing more and more things for V, who now wants to be called Miss, as opposed to the "Ma'am" as I was calling her. The account is below.

So, how is Miss V showing that she is getting the idea of her dominance over me?

For starters, she has given me a Saturday to-do-list every week for the last three weeks. The list covers things that would be impossible to complete in a single day, so she expects me (yes, I said expects) to continue them during the week.

She has not given an inch of mercy on not allowing me to have an ogasm whenever I don't meet the conditions required and has become more inclined to claiming pleasure for herself. I am grateful for her firmness.

Here is what happened this Saturday:

When she woke up and found my erection, she toyed with it somewhat, then turned and asked me if I had worked out (remember, our arrangement is that if I don't work out, I have no orgasm) the day before, to which I said no. Then she asked me what I was going to get, and I said, "nothing". She said "Good boy!" and basically ordered me to make love to her. I did as ordered, of course and she made sure she moaned and gasped in pleasure. She has taken to do much more of that recently, partly because as she told me the other day, she has come to know her body and allow herself more pleasure, but partly to tease my brains out. I know this because when she is planning to let me come, she doesn't make that much noise.

After she felt satisfied, she pushed me away and told me my time was over. I flopped unto her side, winded, and not only by the exertion.

"Are you mad?" She asked.

"No, Ma'am" I said.

"Do I look like a Ma'am to you?" She asked. This is a line from a movie or something. I'm not sure, but I knew the answer was "No, Ma'am" which is what made it funny.

"From now on, you'll call me Miss, because I am not married," she said teasingly.

"Yes, Miss..."

"Are you going to go work out today?"

"Yes, Miss..."

"You know what? Forget it," she said. "I"m going to do this, because I can."

She turned around and made love to me again. This time I came so close to an orgasm that I had to stop, but then, after the edge had faded, she had me continue. "Good Boy!" she said.

She asked me if I knew that women had at least three diferent kinds of orgasms.

"No, Miss..."

"Well, today I had all three of them, isn't that nice of you?"

She explained what the three orgasms were, but I swear I can't remember anything except that one of them was like mine, or so she said.

It is a pleasure for me to be of service...

Her teasing has also evolved somewhat. During these last few weeks, I was spanked once. Not too much, mind you, but something is better than nothing. I took it as it was offered and thanked her afterwards. She has mentioned three times at least that she will not spank me unless I do as she says. She clearly learned that spanking is a reward for me and not a penalty, as Ms. Rika would say.

She threatened me once with having sex with a friend while making me stand in the corner and watch. I said that it would be very hard for her to make me stay in the corner without tying me up and she asked "Why? Because you would like to join?" I'm not into cuckholding and know she is not either, so I'm not terribly worried about this.

She told me the other day that I was never going to have sex again. It gave me a jolt, even though I knew she was just teasing (we had sex that very day) and she made fun of me afterwards, because the jolt was visible.

A couple times she has played with my penis, making me come close to the edge or irgasm and then said, "you are my bitch now" (Okay, only once she called me bitch, the other two times she called me 'biatch') "Go get me breakfast."

Yesterday, she came close to me and began to remove her clothes while asking me if I liked what I saw. I proudly and honestly answered with a resonant "YES!" Then she said, "Well, too bad, you thought that because you worked out you were going to score, but you have not been consistent this week, so you may touch, you may kiss and you may smell, but you ain't getting any."

After letting me do all those things, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her. Just like that...

"If you want..." I said, feeling very shy and very much in her power.

"Well," she said, turning around. "I thought you really wanted to, but - "

"YES I DO!!!" I blurted.

She laughed and we made love to my deep orgasm.

This morning, I don't remember the subject we were discussing while we were getting ready for work, but I said something to her and she turned to stare at me with a smirk on her face.

"What?" I asked, wondering at her expression.

"You are talking back to me to me like that because you just scored," she said. "But don;t worry, I know how I'm going to get you."

"How? What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll get you later, you just wait..."

Yes, she is catching up to the idea...