Days Locked - 25

Days since Last Orgasm - 33

# Of My Love’s Orgasms During This Lockup - 3

Total # Of Ruined Orgasms - 2

My Love Total Orgasms for the year - 46

My Total Orgasms for the year - 10

Total spankings for the year - 5

Over a month now with no orgasm, at a min. 24 days left to go.  My Love is reaching to 50 mark on her orgasms this year, while I’ve only had a fifth of that.  We seem to be gravitating to only oral for her.  The last three times we’ve had sex, it was me going down on her.  This is my favorite way to give her pleasure, so no complaints there.  

Well,  due to unforeseen circumstances, I did not get unlocked for a short break today.  Diving in head first for Locktober with many days already under my belt.  I’m in for a loooong month!

Days Locked - 18

Days since Last Orgasm - 26

# Of My Love’s Orgasms During This Lockup - 1

Total # Of Ruined Orgasms - 2

My Love Total Orgasms for the year - 44

My Total Orgasms for the year - 10

Total spankings for the year - 5

Last day before Locktober!  I am going to request to be unlocked for a shower tonight, and then locked right back up to continue my close to 60 day orgasm free experience.  

Favorite Things My Keyholder Has Said #1176

Last night I was allowed to go down on My Love. We were really worked up and it seemed like it was a rougher session than normal. It was almost like I was fucking her with my face. I grabbed her with both arms and was moving her up and down while licking her. The whole bed was shaking which is not usually normal when one is performing oral.

After she came, she said “None for you tonight. If your lucky, I’ll let you do that again Friday night.”

Days Locked - 11

Days since Last Orgasm - 19

# Of My Love’s Orgasms During This Lockup - 0

Total # Of Ruined Orgasms - 2

My Love Total Orgasms for the year - 43

My Total Orgasms for the year - 10

Total spankings for the year - 5

Posting a day late.  The household has been sick most of the week, but we are getting better.  My Love is getting her mojo back, and getting back into her “bossy” role.  

12 more days

Only 12 more days until I have a slight chance of being allowed an orgasm.

I’m starting to see a pattern.

Locktober - no orgasm or even erection.

NOvember - no orgasm.

December - We always head back home for the holidays a week before Christmas, and she always wants me on my best behavior and my full attention on her. So she denies me until we are back from the trip. By then it’s close to Christmas, so she waits until after that. I usually get one after that, one last orgasm for the year.

A few nights ago, we had some amazing sex!  I was not unlocked, in fact, I was not even touched or teased.  She sat on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs.  I got on my hands and knees and went down on her.  She has very dominant and commanding on what she wanted me to do.  One hand playing with a nipple, and the other fingering her ass.  She couldn’t contain the moans, and came hard in my mouth.

It was so hot having her be in complete control, to communicate exactly what she wanted, and to be able to play with her ass.  We haven’t had anal in so long, or any assplay, so I treasure it when it happens, even if it’s just a finger.  

When it was over, she made a comment about how I still have a few weeks to go, and that she basically want’s me worshiping her 24/7

This is the longest I’ve gone without an orgasm, and it’s been one hell of a ride!  

My addiction to finding men to chat with that will make me feel feminine is out of control. I’ve been logging on to chat more and more while at work and staying up late into the night.to get my fix. I find I’m often depressed when I’m not virtually fucking someone. I should stop but I can’t. I crave it so much!

It’s Locktober and I decided to not cum as long as I can this month. I know I’ll fail because at some point I’ll have to have sex with my wife, but at least I can avoid cumming from touching myself and I won’t enjoy it when I do cum. Not cumming is great but I often wonder if I should just orgasm daily or more to try and break my addiction. It sounds almost counter intuitive but I think it could actually help.

Anyway, so far so good. It’s eleven days into October but It’s actually been three weeks since my last orgasm. I’ve had some steamy chats that make me want to burst but I’ve held back. I think the only person who could make me want to break my streak right now would be Devonbut I haven’t talked with him in a long time.

For Moriah Nutt.

It’s been close to a year since the demonic invasion of Red Grave and the city is slowly beginning to fill up with residents again. For what you have planned, you’re ever so glad that the streets are still empty, still quiet but for the buzz of neon lights and the murmur of voices from a few nearby takeaway places. 

Vergil prowls along next to you, his brow furrowed and his lips in a straight line. Not quite that uncharacteristic, although the only thing unusual is that he never makes that face around you. Well, except when you’ve been teasing him for days on end and the only time he can do anything about it, you’re out in public. 

“You’re revelling in my suffering, aren’t you.” It’s less a question and more a statement, one gritted out through clenched teeth as your hand moves within your pocket. 

A sly little look out of the corner of your eye reveals how smug you are. “Of course, Vergil, but you should’ve known that a long time ago.” Certainly, you always enjoy flustering the normally unflappable half-demon warrior, particularly since he always looks so stern and stoic. The little flush on his cheeks and the tremble of his sword hand betray his arousal, little things that would mean nothing on another person are huge tells for Vergil.

He hisses at you and quickens his pace, snarling that he’s sick of waiting and you had better hurry home before he throws you over his shoulder. 

The threat makes you laugh, knowing that it’s all hot air. As though he would dare to do that. “Slow down, Vergil, Nero said he wanted some alone time in the office.”

Gritting his teeth, which now that you notice are starting to look more like fangs, Vergil growls at you, “Forget Nero. I want some alone time in the office.” 

“Oh, honey, the office? Really?” You simper at him, your hand landing on his chest to stop him. “I’ve got a better idea than the office.” Then you give him a great big shove backwards into the dark alleyway behind him.

“Oh, madame, an alley? How classy,” he sneers back, mocking your words with a tilt of his head. 

Ah, you really missed that snark of his. “Classy enough for you, slave.” 

Vergil hisses, about to argue back when your hand twitches and his words die in his throat. The vibrating plug is lodged right up against his P-spot, shifting this way and that as he walked but now it’s bang on the most sensitive spot in his whole body. His hand wraps around your wrist gently, his grip tightening as he begins to shake. “Don’t-”

“Don’t what, Vergil?” You whisper and back him up against a relatively clean wall. “Don’t make you hard?” Your hand drops the controller in your pocket and slips down to his belt instead. “Don’t make you hot and horny?” The clinking of his belt is loud in your ears, followed by the zip slowly being undone. “Don’t what, Vergil?”

“Don’t take it out,” he whispers hoarsely, his other hand clamping down on your hip as he appears to melt against the wall. “Not in public. I’ll-” Gut you? Run away? Beg you to keep going until he cums?

“You’ll what, Vergil,” you purr, leaning in close enough to smell the aftershave on his jaw. Close enough that his cock, still trapped in his pants, presses hard against your belly. “Cum in my hands?” You press a kiss against his twitching cheek. “Hm?”

Vergil gulps, turning instinctively to into your kiss. “N-no.” He gasps into your lips as you slip your hand into his boxers, his cock already bouncing and twitching uncontrollably to the time of the vibrations in his ass. “No.” His voice becomes firmer as he fights through a thick haze of lust to growl at you. “No, I’ll drag you back home and fuck you senseless if you don’t-!” 

You cut him off by nipping him sharply on the neck and groping hard at his cock at the same time. Vergil shivers and moans tremulously, arching into your touch and purring deep in his chest like a cat. The plug in his ass urges him to move his hips, to hump into your expert hand as it coaxes drop after drop of precum out of his desperate cock.

“Mmm, what a threat, Vergil. What a threat,” you purr into his marked neck, finding a patch of flawless, pale skin to mar with your teeth. “Drag me home and fuck me senseless, huh?” Your hand on his cock still works at his thickness but now at a maddeningly slow pace, now going even slower than the vibrations driving him crazy. “How are you going to do that when you’re like this?”

His handsome features contorts into a pained grimace as he bucks into your hand. “Don’t-agh! Don’t test me.”

You laugh into his neck and pull away, much to his consternation. “I think I already am, honey. You’re pretty close, aren’t you?”

Vergil tries to deny it, tries to deny the tightness of his balls, the constant leaking of his cock, the deep flush on his normally ivory skin. But you know him too well, know him enough to tell that he’s been teetering on the edge even without your, ahem, assistance. “No.”

“Liar,” you whisper, crouching down sinuously. With a quick yank, his trousers and boxers are around his thighs and you’re suckling decadently on his delicious cock. The taste of his cum is thin, musky, and yet heavy on your tongue as you bob your head up and down his thick length. 

Vergil is gasping for breath, his hands locked around your wrists to anchor himself. His legs spread wide open, or as much as his trousers can allow, in an attempt to lower himself so that you don’t have to strain to reach him. As a reward for such consideration, you up the vibrations on the plug, enough that Vergil’s thighs begin to clench up, his shoulders to round down, and his eyes to go cloudy and unseeing with intense lust and pleasure.

“Enough. Enough-I’m going to-!”

You let go with a pop. “Not yet.”

“Fuck!” He snarls, hands letting go of your wrists to slam into the wall behind him. The cracks that form go unnoticed, though they only widen when he slams his fist another time to stop himself from cumming. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, there you go, honey,” you purr as you lick up his twitching, throbbing cock. “Not until I say so.”

“If it were only so easy,” Vergil mutters to himself, though he has to save his breath for his next round of edging. Over and over and over you deny him, bringing him to the very edge and then tell him he’s not allowed to cum yet.

If the streets were any more populated, he knows you wouldn’t dare to do such a thing. But since the only thing he can hear is a cat yowling in the distance and nothing else, he happily lets you edge him for the last time. Or was it frustratedly? He can’t really tell at this point, all he knows is that he’s going to cum again and if you tell him he can’t, he’s going to bring the building down around you.

“Mmm, what a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, suckling on his weeping tip. “What a good boy. Do you want a reward, Vergil?”

Cracking a pale eye open, he takes a deep gulp and nods. He doesn’t trust himself not to whine like a bitch at this point.

“Heh, alright then. Cum for me, my warrior. Cum.”

With permission given, you slip your hand between his thighs to thrust the plug in and out of him in tandem with your mouth. Licking, sucking, fucking, cranking his pleasure all the way up to eleven and beyond. The slick sounds of your saliva and the plug moving in and out, the feel of your tongue and lips working his cock, and the bliss of the vibrating plug fucking his ass all prove to be his undoing, making him cum a mere half a minute after you give him permission.

“I’m cumming!” Vergil gasps and hunches over, hands landing on your shoulder and your forearm, cum splattering into your mouth in thick, healthy spurts. “Ah, gods.”

When the last spurt is a pathetic little dribble, you stand up and give Vergil a harsh, cum filled kiss. Snowballing the cum within your mouths until you push it all towards him with a whispered command to swallow it all. Still dazed from his orgasm, he obeys, swallowing it without a peep and showing his tongue to you upon request.

“What a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, kissing him over and over and over until he begins to react and kiss you back just as fiercely, the taste of cum still on his tongue and yours. “Mmm wasn’t that quite fun?”

He huffs, but doesn’t disagree. “Fun is a word.” But he doesn’t deny that he was crazy turned on. Well, still turned on, since the plug in his ass is still going strong and you’re holding his sodden cock in one hand. “Now can you put my cock back in my pants so we can go home?”

“Awww, so eager to cut our romp through the city short?”

“No, but I do want to fuck you senseless.”

You didn’t even need to think for more than a second. “You’ve got the better idea.”

“As always.”

Smart ass.

Of distractions and massages

“You’re really mean, you know that right?” 

Looking down at him with an amused grin, you reach your foot out and stroke his exposed thigh. “Mmm, trying to sweet talk me, baby?”

Nero gulps, his bright eyes fixated on your painted toes. Toes that are now playing with the thick, heavy cock bobbing and leaking clear precum. “Mmhm,” he grunts, his breathing growing heavier and quicker as he follows the darkly painted toes that creep from his cock to his thigh, to his clenching balls, and back all over again. 

“Hey,” you giggle, slapping at his bicep with your handy dandy crop. “Don’t forget what you’re here for, slave.”

“Huh?” He looks so dazed that you can’t help but cackle a little. All simply because you’re playing with his cock using your feet. The feet that are still slightly slippery from the peppermint lotion he’s been using to massage you with. 

“My foot massage? You were in the middle of getting that knot out of the ball of my foot.” 

Nero blinks and blushes, clearing his throat sheepishly before he puts his large, warm hands on your foot again. “I can’t concentrate with your foot on my dick,” he mumbles under his breath, trying his hardest to ignore your other foot that decided to rest just under his balls. “And there you go again.”

Laughing from behind your hand, you pat his head like you would a puppy. “I love how you get so flustered just from my feet, my pretty slave. And I’m not even trying to turn you on!”

Nero sputters and blushes so hard that his face almost matches the deep red coloration of his teased cock. “What-not even trying-you’re shitting me.”

“Nope.” You shake your head, a smirk playing at your painted lips. “That certainly wasn’t teasing. *This* is teasing.”

And by ‘this’, you mean how you start moaning when he starts massaging your feet on autopilot. Arching your back, sighing, purring, and stretching your free leg to emphasise the graceful lines he loves so much. Brushing your toes against his raging hard on as you spread your thighs wide to reveal your lacy, crotchless undies. With your body, your voice, and your power, you tease him into a panting, blushing, aroused mess.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, his hands stilling on your foot entirely as his teeth clamp down on his plush lower lip. Now his eyes are locked on your pussy lips, your glistening, soaked pussy lips. “*Fuck*.”

An evil grin replaces your seductive smirk. “That’s the idea, baby. Want a taste?”

“Fuck yeah,” he moans, lunging forward to bury his head in your wet warmth. Or, at least, he tries. 

With one foot on his face, you stop him in his tracks. “Ah ah,” you tut at him, amused at how his attention shifts to your foot once more instead of your pussy. “Not so fast.”

His eye twitches, as does his cock. He knows exactly what he has to do to earn his treat. Without prompting, he licks his lips and your foot, clearing his throat so he can beg like the desperate whore he is. “Please, mistress?”

“You can do better than that.”

Nero whimpers hotly. “Please, mistress, may I have a taste of your pussy?”

“Hmm.”

His blush is spreading down his built chest and wide shoulders now. “Oh come on, please? Crush my head with your thighs, suffocate me with your pussy, I really fucking want to taste you, fucking please, mistress!” He’s starting to ramble a little bit now, his tongue loosening as you play with his still hard cock. As you nudge him on into a mindless rant on how he really, really wants your pussy and god-fucking-damnit you’re such a cruel mistress who loves to see him suffer.

And you do. Love to see him suffer. But more than that, you love seeing him give into his base urges at your goading, his wild, aroused eyes just barely leashed by your lack of permission.

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping your lip and kneading at his face with your feet. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

“Hell yeah.” His cheer is muffled by your soaked folds as he literally smashes his face into the crux of your thighs. Your thighs are thrown over his wide shoulders unceremoniously as he wraps his lips around your clit and suckles at it like he would your nipple. His licks and suckles sync with your now thundering heartbeat, quickening when you latch onto his silver hair and yank him close. 

He moans the rougher you treat his hair, whimpers breathlessly as you clamp your thighs around his ears. This is all getting too much. “Can I touch myself, mistress?”

“Fuck yeah,” you grunt breathily. “Touch yourself, slut.”

A shudder. “Yes, mistress,” he moans, one hand disappearing from your thigh to sneak into his lap. “Thank you, mistress.” 

Mmm, such a polite boy. One reason why you don’t mind him touching himself rather than devoting all his attention to you is that he just gets so much more enthusiastic when he does. He’s ravenous now, hefting you closer to him and absolutely devouring you with his lips and his tongue. He sticks his tongue as far into you as he can manage, slurping up your honeyed nectar and moaning deep in his throat as he does. Like he can’t ever get enough of you. 

His pace on his cock picks up as does his lips, his fervour bringing you over the edge with the gentlest orgasm. You arch your back and moan, dropping your crop to fist both hands in his silky silver hair, crying his name to the ceiling and declaring throatily that you’re cumming. Nero moans and picks up his pace, doing his part to carry you through the euphoria that is your orgasm. Prolonging your pleasure and taking it with him as he pants into your pussy, begging breathlessly for permission to cum.

“Can I cum, please, mistress?” His voice is rough, his nose and chin soaked through with pussy juice. “Please?”

Purring now and basking in the afterglow, you nod and let your knees fall open to watch him jerk himself to orgasm. “Mmm, yess, cum for me.”

Nero’s panting loudly now, his eyes clouded and dazed and half hooded. “Oh fuck, oh fuck thank you, mistress!” It becomes a hushed mantra under his breath as his hips dance and twitch, his hand a blur on his cock as he brings himself to orgasm quickly. As he cums, he gasps your title and hunches forward, his forehead landing on your lightly damp thigh as pearlescent cum shoots out to land on the hardwood floor.

For someone who came the night before, Nero has a respectable amount of cum puddling on the floor. Could be that half-demon vitality and virility that Dante keeps bragging to his bed partners. 

“Mm, such a good boy, Nero.” You praise him and punctuate his name with a kiss on his brow and then on his lips. Coaxing him into returning it with tired lips. 

“Thank you, mistress,” he murmurs, kissing you back softly.

“Now, lick up your mess.”

Suddenly that tiredness disappears. “Yes, mistress.”