A Punishing Load: #MasturbationMonday

Masturbation Monday

This particular post is really just another chapter in the on-going saga of our d/s relationship. Most pertinently and fittingly, this chapter takes off where the (true)story-line of my first #MasturbationMonday post left off…

So some-how through a series of extenuating circumstances, I found myself the unwilling subject of chastity for a full forty-eight hours; a virtual life-time when you regularly play multiple times per day, such as we do. Coincidentally, being the final few days of Lent, I can assure you, sex was certainly not sacrificed out of a sense of religious piety. It’s not that it was anyone’s fault in particular, but alas a sleeping toddler wedged firmly between us shut down any chance for Daddy to initiate a session. But such is the reality of life sometimes, you have to face such circumstances with forbearance, steadfastly holding to the negotiated rules of engagement for masturbation that you have agreed upon with your submissive…

Well at least Daddy held fast to the prescriptions, my submissive however was not quite possessed of such fortitude. In her defence, I had been texting her all sorts of naughty details of the scene that I had planned for the evening of the second day of desolation, all afternoon, to the point where she was perhaps as worked up as I was in her absence as she hastened home from work…

It was not long after she arrived before I stepped out for a few minutes to go to the store, as I returned I couldn’t help but notice that her pupils were unusually large. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and thought perhaps it was just that she was aroused by my presence. She picked up on the quizzical look on my face and promptly broke down and confessed to having been a bad girl in my absence…

I was not terribly upset that she had not first asked permission, as that particular rule has been inconsistently adhered to by both of us at times. But I did begin to request a bit more in the way of details about the incident. If you are familiar with our backstory you will know that both porn and Twitter have caused a great deal of friction and consternation, so I was definitely not amused when she revealed that it had been a chance porn-clip on her Twitter feed that had pushed her over the edge…

This demanded a response, and although I try not to spank her as punishment, the situation was such that I felt this time it was called for. I spun her around by the shoulders as she obediently presented her back-side which I promptly delivered a quick succession of full-force slaps to both cheeks. These were not gentle love-taps, my palm was left as red and stinging as I am sure her ass was, but I was content to consider the matter over…

This is when vanilla life reared its ugly head; a family situation left us both very much not in the mood for any sort of session that evening. We fell asleep in each-other’s arms; which is satisfying in it’s own way; but I generally prefer to do our cuddling in the aftermath of an exhaustive session, not as the main-event. As I awoke before dawn, with a uncomfortable bulge in my shorts, my hands instantly sought out the warmth of my wife. It was but a few moments until I noticed that my young daughter had at some point during the night climbed into our bed and was nestled firmly between us; cock-blocked again…

I was definitely starting to become surly and frustrated, exacerbated surely by the fact that my wife was probably less frustrated than I due to the solo-orgasm of the previous day. By the time the afternoon had rolled around I was miserable. As my wife was heading out with the kids to go to lunch with a friend she had the nerve to ask if I could do some housework while they were out. I snidely remarked that I would be sure to ‘clean the pipes’, half-jokingly, but we both knew that I was also half-serious…

As I reached for my phone, where I keep our naughty sex videos, a plan began to take shape. I remembered that there was a time when our roles were reversed and I was the one in the doghouse for masturbating to commercial porn. The solution at that time was for her to film a solo video for my future use, it only seemed fitting that I return the favour…

I took the time to get strapped into my leather gear, fortunate enough to be possessed of enough flexibility to manage buckles one-handed behind my back like some sort of kinky reverse-Houdini. If I was going to have to pleasure myself, in my strange fashion I would also dominate myself. I went for the full subby-boy aesthetic. Collar, leash, harness, ball-gag, hands cuffed in-front, butt-plug tantalizingly close to my prostate. I arranged the camera carefully to provide a first-person point of view for the ‘money-shot’, which after the previous days of frustration would be sizable enough to make for good video, but also very much make my sub mad with envy and longing. This video was deliberately designed to be a teasing-rebuke…

I hit the record button as I began to stroke, the chain from my handcuffs rattling musically in time to the rhythm joined by the hastening of my breath. Rather than a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of my shaft, full spurts could be seen flying off from time to time in such a way that I had not experienced before. My orgasm was slow in building but much in line with expectations was lengthy, voluminous, and awe-inspiring. Huge spurts rocketed out wildly to the sound of my muffled groans(I was still gagged)…

I immediately sent a text message to my sub, informing her of what I had done, she responded with chagrin and a sense of loss. To really hammer home my point, I trimmed out a one minute clip including the fire-works and sent it in a DM to her Twitter account. After watching it she called me only to reaffirm her general sadness and longing, I had proved what I had set out to for sure. Thankfully however it had also gotten both of us riled-up enough that our evening was spent getting back to our regular business of multiple mind-blowing freak sessions…

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