Brett’s Birthday Weekend (Or, “It’s your birthday, you will cry if I want you to!”)
Last Thursday was my sweetheart Brett’s 49th birthday and I was feeling even more sadistic and dominant than usual and decided to push both our limits just a bit.
We have experimented in the past with short term chastity but to be honest, I really LOVE sex with my boyfriend and rarely deny myself for very long ~ so I almost never leave him in chastity longer than a few hours when he is here with me . Although I have a variety of chastity devices that are not intentionally designed to be painful such as the cb devices, being a sadist at heart I totally love the concept of chastity with teeth as mentioned in a previous blog post.
However I am also practical enough to realize that if I intended to keep it on all weekend, and I did, I might want to do so with the least amount of damage possible, since I am rather fond of that pretty cock and it’s keeper.
I opted to use the Club Femme MCD - Male Chastity Device . Although it is a little tricky to weave the zip tie in and out of the device to get a really good tight fit, I can tell you for a fact that once in place it is definitely secure enough to stay there. Brett quickly discovered that it was not coming off without tearing up some delicate flesh in the process.
He also discovered very quickly that even though he could still get a rock hard erection (albeit with a bit of encouragement from me and a fair bit of un-comfortability) there was no way he would be able to reach orgasm because the short closely spaced little points were just too damn sharp and discouraging.
Ohh what a delicious time I had trying though! I locked him in on Thursday afternoon and proceeded to tease him off and on for over an hour. God I love the sexy way that man squirms for me! Friday morning I woke up horny and ordered him to orally service me for awhile. Although that act is all about my pleasure, is sure works for him on some pretty sexy levels too and next thing I know his poor cock was once again being spiked and poked in all directions at once and he was making those really sexy pretty noises for me again which totally work for me! :D
He stayed in that sweet little device the rest of the weekend .. including all through the rope club gathering on Sunday. By Sunday evening though he was respectfully asking if it would be possible for me to take him back out so he could see what was left of his cock before he goes back to Long Island for the work week. I thought three nights and four days was a fairly good test run and was fairly curious myself to see how bad that baby had torn him up so we snipped it off. I was a bit surprised to discover that this device had drawn blood in quite a few places but over all he seemed fine.
I am considering locking him in for the week we are away in Chicago but in the meantime I am REALLY looking forward to seeing him tonight!

him. I love that I can be pretty much as kinky as my little heart desires with him and he loves me like crazy for it!
Life is funny that way. I spent a long time between relationships searching but not quite finding someone who I felt was the right mix of all the things I was hoping for and to be honest, had almost come to believe that he simply wasn’t out there, and then he showed up on my doorstep.
I definitely have an optimistic nature and generally if there is even a glimmer of a silver cloud to be found, I am on the trail. So today, although it started out a bit sad since Brett wasn’t able to make it up here for the holiday, I decided to make it a fairly productive one and spent it catching up on a few projects around the house and taking NiteFlirt calls. 
He lay sleeping beside me as I watch his chest rise and fall listening to the soft sound of his breath. But I am not tired, nope, not tired at all. I did not feel him stir a bit as I slipped out of bed and grabbed a length of silk rope from my night stand, but when I turned toward him again, his wrists were silently outstretched in offering. Wrap wrap wrap… over.. under.. tie, the rope practically coils itself, then I run it over his head to the wrought iron headboard hitching securely… done.
So I spent a rainy morning lazing in bed, feeling grateful for a day off to totally relax but missing my sweetheart a bit. I guess it is a good sign that I still miss him after spending seven days & nights together. I think the saddest moment of the week for me was watching him crawl into a cab to head to his airport while I sat waiting for a shuttle bus to take me to mine.
I also got to sit down and chat to Max of 

