Mongostoy's blog

Several months ago, MongoJerry posted that we were trying a new experiment in power exchange, in part inspired by Kris Westergaard, of pulling in weight loss and exercise into our own program. I was supposed to post about it as well, but very unsubmissively never got around to it. I was only sporadically looking at this site at the time and did not go back and look at those posts this morning, but I seem to recall that someone posted reservations about bringing such a real life and sensitive issue into the bedroom. Maybe no one did, and I only recall it because someone should have!

In any case, I believe MJ responded quite clearly that we had long been very careful about that, and were only trying it now because I really wanted to and because our power exchange was maturing and deepening. I did want to. I find that sometimes an external will power really enhances my own, and weight control is among my many shortcomings.

A few weeks ago, around the 7th, or 8th of the month, someone started a thread asking "who's 0 for '07?" I was thinking of posting to that thread, saying "me, me--weeks already," when it became no longer true so I didn't post.

We had a session of fairly intense teasing as well as pain and spanking, and then he just pounded me with vaginal sex. We both thought it was safe, since I had never ever come from vaginal sex--only, with very few exceptions, from direct clitoral stimulation. But it was clear that I was moving that way, and he did not withdraw. I came without permission, but he knew it was coming and sort of allowed it.

Well, life is nothing if not unbalanced. After being denied the better part of two months and teased crazy, I have now gotten to come three weeks in a row. The first one was incredible. After being denied so long, my body was desperate. Mongojerry tied my arms over my head to a door and teased me until I was begging as sincerely as I ever have. When he finally let me climax I just screamed with the release--it really was ecstasy. Ironically, I was still rarin' to go even when the session was over. And have been allowed to come each week since then.

Incidentally, my orgasms have completely changed. I appear to have become multi-orgasmic--something I swore was impossible for me. Originally I was done, done, done after a single climax, even if not the best one. Eventually, Mongojerry got me able to build again for serial orgasms. Now I can't count them--I ride on a single multi-peaked crest that seems to keep building. I come to some kind of climax, but instead of coming back down, just keep going up. It is an incredible experience!

It's been well over a month for me. A long time. I am definitely sexed up, charged, and distracted. Mongojerry kept me teetering right on the very edge for an incredibly long time the other night--I didn't even know I was capable of it or that he was for that matter. I thought for sure he would accidentally push me over and if not, he would lose his nerve and let me come. No dice. And in the middle, he left off teasing to clinically examine me and announce that yes I really am swollen and that it's very impressive.

He has suggested that Wednesday might be my day. But I have to fulfill certain requirements first. And one of them is to post a story here. Fiction, non-fiction, it's all fair game as long as I'm the star. So here goes. Fiction it is. You can find it in the story section. Perhaps not the best of stories but certainly sincere.