Deal or no deal

Back when M.A. and i began talking about our new found kinks and fun things to do, i came up with a sort of game that could be played.  We love games, especially when pleasure or pain is at stake.  We have not actually played this game, but what i envisioned for home play is this:

Using index cards to represent the briefcases.  They would be numbered like on the show.  And underneath, there would be another separate card called the task card, instead of a monetary denomination card.  The cards are separate so they can be switched under different numbers for different game sessions.  Make sense so far?  Good.

M.A. gets to play Howie and the Banker, so She is in charge of the progression of the game, and She is the one who offers deals based on the "cases" i have picked and what remains on the board.

So here are the game options:  They can be changed as this is just a rough draft.

I am excited and looking forward to playing this game very soon with Mistress Amanda.  Now that we have erotic stakes, even games like Monopoly can take on a whole new meaning.  I guess any game can be fun if the stakes are high enough.

Being violated

And I don't mean in a good way either. I am steaming mad. If you have read my past blog entries then you already know that I am away from home for work. While away I am living in an apartment on a three month lease. This is my last month here. Since I am leaving to go home, my company gave notice to my landlord as was agreed in the contract.

So while I stepped out for lunch today I left my phone home as I was only leaving to walk a block over to a local restaurant. So when I got back I saw 4 people including my landlord, shutting the door to my apartment as they were exiting from a tour!

He said I tried to call you and since you didn't answer I had to go ahead and show these people your apartment. Hope you don't mind.

Ok. So the prospective tenants looked like homeless people and they just walked through my apartment with my things exposed. Like my MacBook which probably beckoned them to "steal me later". Or a firearm that is in the nightstand for personal protection. And more embarrasing than that would be the dildo and butt plug in the shower, the riding crop in the windowsill and the rope anchors on the futon frame. Being sick the past couple weeks we have not played with the toys, but I guess I should have been more careful to out them away.

The problem is that the landlord's calls to notify were at 455 an 457, I sww them leaving my apsetment at 525. Not very much notice is it?! Any lawyers want a case? I have a voicemail of the landlord saying he is entering anyway since he can't get in touch with me!

So I my new problem is that in addition to my right to privacy being frequently violated so he can show my apartment and valuables to vagabonds. Yes my company put me in the worst part of town, so the prospect clientele is really crazy. I also have to work third shift then go home and be woken up at all hours for tours. I am drafting a letter; well M.A. Is drafting the letter to are what we can do about a schedule that is mutually agreeable.

It is just embarrasing to know strangers were looking at my stuff and maybe judging me. What would you do?
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God's cruel joke on us

First of all, if you don't like the title of this post, you have my permission to replace "God" with whatever you want that suits your religious preferences or lack thereof.

So on with the post:

I have often read that Women reach their sexual peak at around age 35 and boys reach their sexual peak around 18.  This is horrible because the society here in the U.S. seems to prefer our romances with the older man and the pretty, young Girl (see the creepy photo just above).  So our sexual peaks are never really hitting at the same time to provide the explosiveness it was meant to.

So the 35 year old Woman could be living in frustration because Her mate of the same age may be more interested in his weekend car project or a koi pond that he is with Her.  Because according to conventional wisdom men get a little less touchy, feely and sexual as they age.  Prior to coming clean with M.A. and recharging my libido, I was definitely losing some steam in the sexual department.  It wasn't that I didn't already adore Her or love Her, it was just biology.

So that is good news!  In spite of biological predispositions, the prospect of really good lovemaking can override the sexual hibernation of mid-life.  Unless that recharge involves the new secretary at work and not the Wife at home, then it isn't good news.  So this is a big argument for a Woman to embrace Her Dominance, because it is helping to do what is best for the couple's sexual needs.

The other part of this post is that I think the sexual peak of 18 for boys is a little old.  I would say I was ready to go 10 times a day when I was about 14.  This is a big part of the make-up of my sexuality because it is during this period that I wanted something so badly that I couldn't have.

I remember that age when I was getting erections indiscriminately in school and adding to the embarrassment was the fact that in the 80s, it was cool to wear sweat pants, or even spandex in public.  Yeah, really what were we thinking!?  So there I was with my boner which was tough because bear in mind:  I had never even seen a nude Woman in the flesh, I had no knowledge of what to do with it except an idea of where it was supposed to go based on pictures.  So this led to walking around wanting relief and in a constant state of sexual denial.  The only relief came from pictures, which were hard to come by in the 80s.  If you can recall that long ago, there were no interwebs in the 80s.  No net=no online porn.  Boys have it so easy nowdays!

When I was a kid in the 80s, we had to walk 6 miles, uphill through the snow both ways, wearing only spandex and maybe legwarmers and jelly bracelets just to steal a peek at a Playboy that someone stole from the 7-11 and hid behind a garbage can.  Then when actually masturbating, we had to use our memories to do it, we didn't have a nice computer with porn to help.  Kids nowadays!

So in thinking of this peak of sexuality and its inherent frustration because of my tender age.  I came up with a scenario.  I was sharing this with Mistress Amanda a few days ago and She liked it.  What if:  I had to return to that time when I couldn't see a nude Woman.  Perhaps i would have to turn my back when M.A. was nude, or be blindfolded.  Maybe not being allowed to gaze upon Her breasts or ass or mound, but blindfolded when allowed to worship Her for Her pleasure.  Just never allowed to see her for the pleasure of my own.  We men are visual creatures, so not being allowed to see Her for a week would be excruciating, I don't know how I ever made it to the ripe age of 18 before I saw my first nude Woman, through the glass of a peepshow window.

I wondered if this would capture that same frustration that I felt as a boy.  In the time when even looking, but not touching was a privilege; because more often there wasn't any looking OR touching.  Maybe exploring touching, but not looking would be enough to turn the tables on any man in his mid-life doldrums.

The bug has left the building

As of yesterday, I am officially feeling better. Thanks for the prayers to a deity of your choice, well wishes, positive energy, etc. As a healthcare worker, I am exposed to lots of nasty bacteria and viruses. I had the misfortune of carrying home such an organism at the worst possible time, when Mistress Amanda came to visit. So I was sick during Her visit and then the day she got back home, she started developing symptoms too. So yes, I made her sick.

We did not realize how much libido is lost when not feeling well. It has been downright hard to even think of fun things to do with ourselves. Makes me wonder how the couples in a strict 24/7 deal with illness or situations. But luckily we are both back at about 95 percent. I knew She was feeling better today when She mentioned the little plastic lock. It has been a few weeks now since we have talked about the CB or plans for it. She told me that I should start getting used to it again as I will be back home for good in a mere few weeks. So yes, she is certainly feeling better.

So some details of our weekend, which are long overdue to our readers, and for that I apologize. I was locked when I picked Mistress Amanda up at the airport. Once I hugged her closely in the terminal She could feel the familiar bulge of the plastic and Her lips curled in a delicious smile. We got the luggage in thhe car and She plugged in Her iPod Nano into the radio as we started driving away. Seems she was warming Herself up on the plane listening to a Violet Blue podcast. She was about ten minutes from the end when they announced that electronics had to be stowed. So in our first few minutes together we listened to a very sexy Femdom Violet Blue story. Since I was wearing the CB, but no lock was on it, I handed her the key and lock in the car. She did not lock it, but it was still very much on and I was becoming uncomfortable as it tried to erect in response to the fact that my Mistress Wife was finally here and she was playing a very provocative podcast.

So we didn't go back to my apartment quite yet, I would remain in waiting and wanting a little while longer. We had some lunch and made a stop at a store for an extra blanket because Mistress Amanda gets cold at night. So once we were finally back at the apartment, she removed the CB and we had a very nice shower together.

To be continued.
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