Don Quixote was locked up in a chastity device. It had been over a week. He needed to get out. He had a date with these two guys. A big overnight date with lots of bondage and sex.

Sometimes he has dates and I don’t let him out of the chastity like here and here. His dates are not my problem.  But this time it sounded like a particularly hot date and I felt we could work something out.

“You need to get me off, but really well, and then I’ll let you out for your date,” I told him. And, so, we made a date.

I arrived at his place. The sling was set up. The Hitachi was plugged in and a bunch of favorite toys were laid out. I told him that I wanted him naked and he went off to get undressed while I got comfortable in the sling. He came back naked except for the chastity device and a surprise for me. He wore a dildo gag. How perfect that he was not only gagged and silent but that he also wore a cock for my pleasure.

DQ worked diligently to get me off with the dildo gag, various toys and his dextrous hands. When I was close, I grabbed the Hitachi and was very satisfied with the outcome.

I sent him off to his date and the next day was regaled with hot tales of boy-on-boy action complete with photos.

The ingredients for my big birthday orgasm:

• Medium Njoy Pure Plug – $69.95
• Black Dragon Latex Gloves – $20.00
• Sliquid Organics Natural – $13.00
• Acuvibe HT-1220 Mini Vibrator – $34.95
• My lover’s fingers and hands – Priceless

It was a Sunday, I locked Don Quixote into the chastity device. We would not see each other again until Friday. He didn’t complain. He knew that I had the right to control him in that way.

He did, however, mention that he had a date. One of those kinds of dates. A date for sex. He was letting me know that perhaps I might not think this was an optimal time for him to be locked up. I thought about it. Did I really want to ruin his sex date? I wasn’t really worried about DQ, but I did want to be considerate to his date. I want to be a good poly partner.

I did not have to think about it too long. “Some of the best sex we’ve had did not involve your cock. I think your date will be just fine.” I kissed him good-bye, “Have fun! See you Friday!”

My luck turned around today. Don Quixote walked in. It was day six for him wearing this chastity device, which he purchased from Mr. S. I was towards the back of the store lacing a customer into a corset but I yelled over, “Show Al your chastity device. She needs to see it because we are getting those in soon.”

I didn’t watch because I was busy lacing the corset, but the customer had heard me speak and was now interested as well. She wanted to see it, too. I did not want to be rude to a customer, so, I called out to him, “DQ! Come back here and show your device to my customer!”

DQ came into the back area. He was blushing so much. But he obediently dropped his trousers and showed it to her. My customer was very curious and DQ had to show her the underside as well.

This device is very discreet. Nobody knows that DQ is wearing it under his clothes. Unless, of course, I decide to show it off.

Legal disclosure: If you click on the chastity link and buy a device of your own, I do get a small commission.

An object? I thought about that. The first thing that popped into my head was a footstool. That’s classic. But it is also boring. I thought about what kind of object I really wanted and an idea came to me: a robot!

I love when DQ tells me what he wants, but does not tell me specifics. It allows me to be creative. I do love to think things out and plan. My robot could not be too complicated because he would not be able to take too many different commands. I planted two remote control bullets on him. One was vet-wrapped on to his balls. This was the stop and go command. The other was vet-wrapped to his chest. This was the command to turn right. Having just these commands kept things very simple. So, he was a New Jersey robot. In order to go left, he would have to make three right turns, like a jughandle.

My robot was very pink. He wore hot pink frilly pettipants. The vet wrap holding the vibrating bullets in place was also hot pink. I used more hot pink vet wrap to wrap his head so that he could not see. I layered rope on his chest pinning his arms above the elbow. I could manually move his lower arms so that he could hold things. I had him carry my water bottle for me. I also added rope over his frilly pettipants and a bar wrap between his ankles so that he could not take big steps. As a finishing touch, I decorated my robot with brightly colored glow sticks bands. Because every robot needs to have lights!

When my robot was put together, I took him for a spin in the massive dungeon. I tried out the commands and he was very responsive. My remote controls worked up to 25 feet away so at first it was not apparent to onlookers that he was being controlled. There were quite a few confused people. “How does that work?” I showed them the controls that made him stop, go and turn. They were very amused.

My robot was not perfect. First of all, he did not walk perfectly straight. He seemed to always go off a little to the right. Also, his right turns were not perfect 45 degree angles. It took quite a bit of navigation skills to maneuver him through the dungeon. I could not allow him to walk through people’s scenes! Most of the time I had him on a zigzag course, like a sailboat tacking against the wind.

This was my most favorite scene at The Floating World.

Don Quixote acquired a new chastity device. The last one had not worked so well. The new one was The Boy Trainer Silicone Cock Cage from Mr. S. It had some nice reviews, I liked the way it looked and I was looking forward to trying it out.

We decided to experiment one evening at his place. Putting it on was not easy. His dick stuck to the silicone. I suggested some lube and it went a little easier but it still took quite a bit of tugging to get his dick in it. This is not so bad as it is not something that you put on regularly; it is just something that should stay on. Once his dick was in the device, the strap that holds the balls came up and locked easily to the strap that went around the cock and balls. I like how everything but the lock is made of soft silicone. And it felt good to him. Very snug.

We went to sleep and I kept the keys close by. Wearing a chastity device overnight is usually the true test. If it will be uncomfortable, it’s usually through the night. DQ woke me up early, the Cock Cage was too uncomfortable. Maybe it was the hair that pinched or maybe it was too snug, but I unlocked it and released him. I went back to sleep.

I woke up a little later feeling his body up against mine as he worked his hard cock. I reached back and began to play with it. When he was close to coming, he asked permission to come. I paused and thought about it. And he came!

I was annoyed and asked him why he bothered to ask permission if he was just going to come anyway. He sheepishly told me that he had waited too long to ask. I lay in bed and thought about that while he got up. I heard him grinding coffee beans in the kitchen and mulled my options.

When DQ came back with coffee, I told him to get me a cane. He brought his case to me and I picked his meanest cane, one made of delrin. I explained that there would be no warm-up. I would not be nice. If he wanted to play a Dominance/submission game of asking permission to come, I would have to play the punishment game because he came without permission.

He lay across the bed. I brought the cane swiftly down on his ass. He cried out in shock. I paused so that he could feel the full effect of the stroke. And then I hit him again. Slow and hard I continued. I did not count the strokes. It was too early in the morning for that, and I was only then having my coffee. But, man, I gotta tell you, that is my favorite way to wake up and have coffee.

When Don Quixote found out that The Poacher would be at the party, he asked me if we could try to set up a date for the two of them to bottom to Mrs. Poacher and me.  I agreed and a time was set.

I sat down with Mrs. Poacher and we agreed to a scene that would work for us both.  A real lazy top scene.

Mrs. Poacher wore a short leather skirt and some bitching boots.  I wore my black girdle and Mary Jane shoes.  Both these outfits were ones that each of the guys were really turned on by.  We each had our own motivational tools: She had a crop and I had a rattan cane.  Two comfortable chairs were arranged so that we could sit side by side.  The boys stood at attention before us.

“We have decided that you two will compete to see who can come on command. The winner will beat the loser with a 15 minute spanking or a 6 minute punching scene”  Puppy pads were laid down to protect the carpet and we told the guys to strip naked and start stroking themselves.

I worried, “DQ’s cock is so much smaller than the Poacher’s cock. I wonder if that will be a disadvantage.”  Ha!  Probably the humiliation of me pointing that out made it difficult for DQ.  However, Mrs. Poacher pointed out that The Poacher had been milked earlier and might not have much left for the competition.

The guys were told to stroke themselves but not come until we told them to come.  They needed to be ready to come but coming before getting permission would be an automatic loss.

We sat and chatted as the guys stroked themselves.  After a while, we gave them the order to come.  We watched as their stroking escalated and finally The Poacher shot his load.  We then sat back and watched him top DQ.

I do like the underdog.

My version is here.

Thanks, Mo!

Cut to: Saturday night at Shibaricon, the most crowded night of the weekend.  We wandered around looking for a spot to play.  I had an idea about what I wanted to do, but could be flexible depending on what piece of equipment we could obtain.  The only piece not in use in the dungeon was a hanging cage.  We asked a DM if the cage could be removed so that we could use the frame and they very willingly took care of our request.

I took my time tying Mollena.  We weren’t in a rush.  I wanted to savor her while I lay the ropes on her luscious body.  I tied a modified chest harness and tied it to the frame. I bent her over so that she was not too steady on her feet.  I began to spank her.  Slowly and lightly at first.  I knew she liked a warm-up.  I ramped up bit by bit as I could feel her body respond.  She moaned as the spanks became more intense.  It was a good sound.

After I while, I began slamming my whole body into her butt.  I held onto the rope and worked up a violent frenzy.  I was happy that the frame was strong and could take it.  Mo could also take it.  That rocking- slamming motion was what she needed to come.  And she gushed all over my petticoat.

Mo was a bit embarrassed about mussing my frock, but it was no big deal.  It dried quickly and it is handwashable.  She provided me with the best aftercare of all: a gourmet chocolate truffle!

You can see Mollena’s post about the weekend here.

“I was hoping for that,” Don Quixote told me. “I also have this toy.” He waved a black rubber baton.

I got out his black hemp and tied his legs into crab ties. I then had him kneel on the bed and let him arrange the covers in a way to support his head and allow him to breathe. Then I tied his wrists to the crab ties. His ass was up in the air now and I could do whatever I wanted. I rummaged through his bag on butt toys. There was quite a variety. I picked the Aneros. It’s not a huge toy but it is shaped in a way that hits his prostate and his perineum just right. I lubed it up and lightly pressed it up against his asshole. He pushed back on it and it slid in easily.

I picked up the rubber baton. This toy can be a real killer. I started with a light tapping on his ass. I was comfortable on the bed and just taking my time gradually increasing the intensity. Sitting back and beating his ass makes me happy.

After a while, he reported to me, “My leg is started to hurt.”

“Like, what do you mean?”

“It’s the rope. And the position.”

“Well, is it loss of circulation or is it a nerve thing?”

No, not nerve. Just falling asleep. Tingly.”

“Oh, we don’t need to worry about that for a while. Jay Wiseman says that’s not an issue.” I continued beating him and then, “Aw geez, look at me quoting Jay Wiseman. In bed, no less!” I laughed.

After a while, I took him out of the rope. Of course, he was okay.

A couple of weeks later, Jay was teaching at TES. We listened as he told the story about his experiments with rope bondage and circulation. Jay loves busting safety myths.

Afterwards, we held hands on the way to the subway. “See? I told you that Jay said it was okay.”