Blow Jobs and Tennis Balls

Happy mid week, everyone. I am writing tonight from a New York SkyClub as I await my really delayed flight to Montreal to have a play date with Chris from Steelwerks tomorrow and Friday morning. To refine that, no, not that kind of play date, but he is going to do a bit of work on my Axel cage to address the areas where I was having trouble with swelling and then has promised to “introduce me to the dark side of his city” tomorrow afternoon and evening and I am excited to be experiencing it with a straight man, just because. I know that we are going to go to a latex clothing/bondage gear manufacturing warehouse where he has asked them to design “something special for me that will accentuate the cage“. Now, I have never really been that into latex and it just seems hot, in the sweaty temperature way, but if someone is going to go to the trouble to design something for me, I will certainly stretch my fat ass in there and, yes, I will certainly show a picture or nineteen and, who knows, a new fetish may soon be born.

Things are going better with Axel and he has a bit more mobility than he has had, though he is still confined to a walker 70 percent of the time with crutches in between. I was home with him for four days over the weekend and, while we had a very nice time together, I didn’t realize how tired it made me until Monday afternoon when Thumper sent me a very innocent flirtyish text of something I really enjoyed seeing and I replied to him by basically letting go of all of my worries, frustrations, exhaustion, trials, tribulations, and sexual fantasies. That the poor man did not have a clue he was going to be walking into that mess. I think somewhere in there I even mentioned the name of my sister’s Cabbage Patch doll when we were young. He handled me very well and reminded me about the amount of frustration and change I have had going on in my life the last few months and that I needed to just shut up and be patient. I felt much better after that and, as he usually can, he threw a shiny ball or something, distracted me, and I was able to put everything into perspective and went about the week just swimmingly.

Thumper was right. There was a lot going on and Axel is just at that place in his recovery where I can still feel sorry for him but I can also be easily annoyed by him too, because the stubbornness has begun and we have had incidents such as the  “I can carry my own food, dammit” time where he went scootering across the rug with his walker and plate of pasta and red sauce only to discover half way through that, no, he couldn’t. Well, guess who gets to clean that? I didn’t mind and I know he has to try, but it’s just hard when you are the one who is there a third of the time doing to regular work of two people. It’s not minded one bit, and I know most of you reading this have had to do it a time or two, but until you get the flirty text that makes you react like Jan Brady when Marcia got the cute boy, you just don’t realize it.

On the sexual side, ain’t much to report aside from the fact I am finally at the horny place in my soul that usually takes me a long time to get to. I think it’s the fact that it’s been about a month since Axel and I have shared a bed (or a shower, or a table, or a canoe) and that’s frustrating my vanilla side and my submissive side simply because, well, I think you know why. On the dom side, we have already discussed that in a previous post, but if anyone wants to volunteer to be directed and thrown about like a rag doll, while naked, just send me a message.

To be fair, Axel did try a sexual move last Sunday and, on the chance he might read this, I was not going to write about it, but I just have to because the optics are appalling and you might get a chuckle as well. So, it was late Sunday and I was packing for my Monday flight when I heard him start the process of coming upstairs , where I was, for his shower. Now, knowing I had a good twenty minutes before he could climb the stairs, I was able to finish packing and get all of his shower things situated (he has to use a chair in there and new towels each time for the threat of bacteria) and I was ready for him to arrive so I could help him take off the one sock he can’t reach without the stick thing he has or assistance from someone else. So, a few minutes later he glides in looking all sexy with fancy new orange tennis balls on his walker and he starts to get all flirty, which was really really nice because it has been a really long time. I went with the flirty thing and got myself undressed enough to tease him a bit and I started helping him with the sock when he suddenly says, “I want to suck your dick – NOW“. My dick went va va va voom, but my mind just could not figure out how we were going to do that because he can’t bend, I am not 9′ tall (he’s 6’2 so I figured half the difference) and if he laid down there was no way I was going to straddle him because I was not going to hurt him. He, of course, saw that look on my face at about the same time he made his and said something like “stand on that chair”, pointing to an old dining chair we have in the bathroom between the tub and the shower (I really have no idea why it’s there now, but it looks good). So, I go grab this, luckily sturdy chair and proceed to step my naked ass up when I glanced back and saw him leaning against his walker, the giant wound he has which is now uncovered and, well, gross, and I just could not do it. I felt defeated and a bit like a failure and even recalled thinking something like “Thumper would have found a way if he had a dick in his face”, before I really realized that Axel was likely relieved too because he had made promises with his mouth that his sexy mouth couldn’t keep. It’s funny now, but at the time it smarted us both, and I think that was one more reason for my unsettledness.

Finally, the upcoming week is going to be about fitness and health as I have not been paying nearly enough attention to myself in those areas lately. So, like last year I may make promises I have no intention of keeping, but, maybe this year I will.

I’m off to Montreal now where perversion while clothed awaits me! Nite.

 

 

6 thoughts on “Blow Jobs and Tennis Balls

  1. I am sitting here about to crawl in bed laughing hysterically! The comment about not being 9 feet tall sent me into a straight (no pun intended) giggle fit which spawned a coughing fit…damn bronchitis!

    Enjoy Montreal. Hopefully if all goes well I will be working with Chris soon on a new shiny locking toy for MrsL. I wonder if they can do one completely in titanium??? How pricey would that be???

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  2. I admit to cringing and holding my breath while the narrative described Axel on the stairs. (On the stairs? With a walker? How on earth do you prevent yourself from stopping him? You’re a better person than I am.) I sat here thinking “Oh no. He’s going to fall. I just know it. Please tell me he’s not in the hospital. Ohnoohnoohnoohno.”

    Recovery can be brutal for all involved.

    (I’m on the edge of my seat awaiting whatever latex covered pics might be forthcoming.)

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  3. I’m confused. You’re in a special chastity device. How was Alex supposed to suck you on the chair,etc. What am I missing?
    I’m impressed about your travel in chastity! You’ve a special made device named Alex!
    Are you only locked while traveling? Ray

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  4. “If anyone wants to volunteer to be directed and thrown about like a rag doll, while naked, just send me a message.”

    Ah man, if only I were a boy!

    — A lurking fan from Montreal

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