A NOTE OF EXPLANATION:
This blog is a continuation of the "Penis Numbing Question" blog. The focus of that blog was drifting away from what the original title suggested. The initial post above may be a bit confusing if you haven't been following that blog, as it assumes the reader knows what has come before. In particular, I referred to "the above post," intending to refer to yesterday's post on the "Penis Numbing Question" blog. Sorry for any confusion.

Sandi

Tim is down in the basement tied up naked but with genitalia freed temporarily from his chastity device and nicely scrubbed and shaved. He's waiting for me to come back down and roll the dice to determine whether he gets sex today or not. If not, he'll get his testicles well beaten and then be numbed with the lidocaine gel and have his penis locked up again, so I'm giving him time to ponder what might happen. I'm thinking I'll let him sweat it out for another hour or so. Anticipation is half the fun.

Sandi

Tim won the dice roll. Truth be known, I was highly tempted to cheat and tell him he won no matter how the dice came up because I've gone without sex just as long as he has and I'm getting impatient. But a deal's a deal, and promised myself to go with what the dice said.

I went downstairs and reattached his chastity device, then tied a rope around his testicles for a leash and untied him, led him to the bedroom, had him lie on the bed and tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts and put a gag into his mouth. Then I rolled the dice. I didn't tell him right away how it came up, but I took off the chastity device and did a slow strip tease, dragging each item of clothing across the head of his penis gently as I took them off. Then I wrapped a rubber band around the base of his penis--not tight enough that I thought it would cause crushing or numbing but just enough to maintain the erection. I figured after being without sex that long he'd have his orgasm almost immediately, and I wanted to be satisfied, too.

I climbed on top, then told him that he'd won. I held his penis between my legs but not inserted into my vagina, making him work for it. After he'd tried for a few minutes without success to get inside, I helped. As I expected, he had his orgasm within five minutes. The rubber band did its job, and we continued for over an hour. I took the rubber band off and cleaned both of us up with a washcloth, applied numbing gel, put the chastity device back on and untied him. The sheets were soaked with sweat and semen, so I had to change them. I think things were messier than usual not only because he hadn't had sex for so long but also because of the hole in the bottom of the penis: Some of the semen squirted out through the hole and didn't end up in my vagina.

Tim said when he ejaculated, he had an intense burning sensation at the hole. Apparently although the hole has healed to the point that it doesn't bleed, it's not lined with skin, either, exposing nerves to some irritant in the semen. He said there was no pain up to the point of ejaculation. I asked whether it was bad enough to make him give up sex. He just laughed. No way!

We're off to bed again. This time it will be for sleep. I predict neither of us will be awake when Misty gets back.

Sandi

Hello Sandi:

Hopefully you are in excellent health and spirits, and that all things in your weekend went as planned.

You certainly have an interesting blog ... so much going on in your life ...

Thinking about a vacation. Have you ever thought about going to the Crystal River in Florida and swim with the manattees?

Kindest regards,
HSPrincipal

Originally Posted by HSPrincipal

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Thinking about a vacation. Have you ever thought about going to the Crystal River in Florida and swim with the manattees?
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To tell the truth, I've never heard of Crystal River. I did know there were manatees in Florida and that they're gentle giants, but I didn't know you could swim with them. We may consider that another time, but Megan has already extended an invitation in Southern California, so that's the plan this year.

We're in good health, but I got a pretty stern lecture from Tim this morning.

We were up and dressed before Misty got up, but we held off breakfast until she could join us. In the mean time, Tim asked how much of Misty's flaunting of her body was at my instigation. I told him that she needed pajamas, and the babydoll pajamas were on sale, but the decision to buy sheer babydolls instead of some other kind was at least in part to drive him crazy with stimulation while he had the chastity device on. He said, "Misty's, what?--22 or 23 at the most? She may work where an awesome figure in a provocative uniform is a job requirement, but using her that way is just not appropriate. Megan has been around the block. I had sex with her before I met you, and you know that. She's also been married--and divorced. Having her torment me was fun, because she knows what she's doing. But Misty's just a kid. She doesn't appreciate that baring her boobs for a man is playing with fire. It's not right, especially since she now thinks of us as her new parents."

Well, I felt about six inches tall. I had to admit that I greatly overstated Misty's remarks about being puzzled that he was averting his gaze from her chest. On the other hand, Misty did say that she enjoyed the effect her body had on men, that it was an ego boost for her.

Tim said that if Misty and I wanted to parade around the house naked, and it was purely Misty's idea, he'd relax and enjoy the show, but from his perspective it was not appropriate for me to instigate that. Finally, he said, "You WILL buy her a bathrobe today. Right?" I nodded.

Several minutes later, Misty came out in her pajamas, noticed we were dressed already, and disappeared back into her room. Twenty minutes later she reappeared, dressed for work. By that time, I had breakfast on the table. Sundays are a busy day, and she had to be at work by 9:45 am today. She gave us both hugs before she left.

So this afternoon I went shopping and bought her a bathrobe and slippers. While I was at it, I got her a pair of jeans, a couple of teeshirts, two skirts and two blouses. I think I got her sizes right, but I'm less confident about the style. I'm keeping the receipts, so I can exchange them if she's not enthused about them. The skirts may be a little longer than what she'd pick, but my ears were still stinging from Tim's lecture.

Sandi

Misty was back on an evening work schedule today and got up after Tim left for work. It's laundry day, and she volunteered to help. As we were sorting the laundry into piles of permanent press, whites, and so on, she held up a sheet and said, "Somebody got la-a-a-a-a-a-id." I looked up and saw that she was looking at a semen stain and grinning ear-to-ear. "Tim must have been really horny to dump a load like that," she said.

I smiled. "You don't know the half of it," I said.

"If he was that horny, he must have a constitution of iron," she said. "At work, I can almost tell how big my tip is going to be by the size of the bulge in the customer's pants. I even showed Tim my boobs at breakfast the other day, and--nothing."

I bit my lip and thought about how I should answer--or whether I should answer at all. Finally, I said, "This is between us girls, okay? Tim would kill me if he knew I told you." She nodded and I went on to tell her about the scolding he gave me and that he had me buy her a bathrobe and that Tim was wearing a chastity device.

Misty burst out laughing. "You're kidding!!" she said. "Is this because you don't trust him with me? I like to tease men, but the last thing I want to do is cause problems between you two."

I told her that he was already wearing the device before she came to stay with us, that it was part of a game we play. I tried not to get too specific, but I could see that she was putting the pieces together. I also told her that Tim was really concerned that she was too young and innocent for what she was doing.

"Young and innocent?" she asked. "I've been in bed with half a dozen guys. I've got a degree in mathematics. I was hoping to get a job with an insurance company after I graduated from college, but nobody's hiring, and on a good night, I probably make almost as much an hour from tips at the restaurant as I'd make there anyway. I was living on my own. I came back to live with Mom and Mia because I was concerned about them, not because I couldn't make it on my own. Young, maybe; innocent, hardly." She paused, and the expression on her face softened. "So you keep him locked up and drive him crazy by making him horny as hell?" she asked.

I told her that was about the size of it--we sleep together naked, I do a strip tease for him at bedtime and stuff like that.

"That's fabulous!" she said. "I had no idea you two played kinky games. So how long do you keep him locked up?"

I told her the plan was to keep him guessing. If he did something especially nice, I'd roll a pair of dice, and he got sex if it came up seven. I told her I give his genitals a cleaning frequently, and he gets a dice roll then, too, but we haven't been doing it all that long and were still refining the game. The stains on the sheet were from when he got lucky.

"So both of you are okay with me enticing him, then?" she asked.

I told her yes, as long as what she was doing was her own idea. I told her Tim had said if it was her idea, she could walk around the house naked, but that she shouldn't do anything like that to please me. I said Tim would probably ask her what she thought she was up to if she was too blatant or aggressive and would figure out that I'd told her way too much, and I'd be in trouble. She had to be subtle--more subtle than she's been, because he already thought I was behind what she was doing. She said she'd tone it down and wear the bathrobe over her pajamas when she was not in her room.

After lunch she tried on the new things I bought her and two sweaters she'd bought on her own. To my surprise, she liked the length of the skirts, but she's going to need another half slip to go with them, because the one she's got is about an inch too long. By the time she'd tried everything on, it was time for her to start getting ready for work.

I know I told her too much, but sooner or later she'd have figured out that something was going on. At least I kept the weirder stuff under wraps. She doesn't know about his fantasies or being tied up or having his testicles beaten or anything like that. If she thought the chastity device was kinky, I wonder what she'd have thought about his fantasy of having women cut his penis off.

Misty's off to work now. She says she'll be off Wednesday and Thursday this week and wants to see whether she can find a car dealer who'll buy her mom's car for cash. She wants to get more money into the estate checking account to cover bills as they come in. I need to get off the computer now and start planning what Tim and I are having for supper.

Sandi

Last night I wasn't looking forward to telling Tim how much I blabbed to Misty about our private lives, but he took it very calmly. In fact, I think he was a little amused and perhaps a little relieved when I told him Misty thought it was funny. As he put it, there's no way to put the genie back in the bottle, so his only concern is where we go from here. I asked what I should say if Misty asks to watch or participate. He said that's up to me. I hate that. I'd rather have him give me direction.

Misty got up this morning after Tim was off to work again. I'd had breakfast with Tim, but I had a cup of coffee with her while she had her breakfast. She'd been thinking about yesterday's conversation about the chastity device. First she wanted to know how I could clean him any better than he could clean himself unless I took the device off. So I told her that I took it off. Then she wanted to know how I kept him from refusing to put it back on. I could see the whole house of cards starting to collapse, but I told her that I tie him up. "Bondage! How cool is that!" she said. "Do you tie him up for sex, too? I mean, he might decide not to get locked up after sex if you didn't." I admitted he was tied up during sex. Then she wanted to know where he was tied up, how long I left him tied up, whether I spanked him or did anything else to him while he was tied up. She may have majored in math in college, but she'd have done well as a lawyer. At least she hasn't figured out the penectomy fantasy yet, but at the rate she's putting the pieces together, it's just a matter of time.

She left early for work--said she had an estate-business errand to run on the way. She did some research online about the book value of Lisa's car and located a dealer whose ad says they buy cars outright rather than just take them as trade-ins. It's an older car and paid off, so anything she gets for it she gets to keep. However, she won't keep it long. She says Lisa had only one credit card left--the others she'd had had been cancelled because of her credit rating--and she was making the minimum payments at an outrageous interest rate as far as Misty can figure, so she wants to pay it off, even if she has to dip into her own savings to pay what the proceeds from the car don't cover. She figures since she's off tomorrow she should be able to get a lot done on the estate. The longer she's gone, the less time she'll be asking questions, I suppose.

Sandi

Tim's home, and I was discussing Misty with him over supper. I told him I really don't want to make the decision about whether she gets involved in our playtime activities. He suggested that since Misty said she'd be off work but out running errands all day tomorrow, we should go ahead and schedule a "cleaning" after supper tomorrow. We'll go downstairs as usual, and if she's here, we won't say anything about why. If she comes down on her own, whether she's been home all along or comes home while we're down there, she takes her chances on seeing what's going on. If she stays upstairs or doesn't get home before we're done, she may never know what we did. That way neither of us has to make a decision, and it adds an element of suspense for Tim.

If Misty does walk in on us, I really have no idea whether she'd be embarrassed and turn around and leave or just stand there and watch or want to participate or maybe disrobe to add to Tim's sexual frustration. In any event, Tim's agreed that we'll forget rolling the dice and just pretend we did and he lost, because bringing him upstairs to the bedroom naked would most likely expose him to Misty if she's home, whether she wanted to be involved or not.

Misty's off Thursday as well and is hoping to spend some time with Mia, maybe taking her to see Puss in Boots at a theater after Mia gets home from school. As far as I know she hasn't made firm arrangements yet, so I don't know what her schedule is. At some point she wants to see the car dealer about selling Lisa's car. Whether that will work into the Thursday schedule or not, I don't know. She says all aspects of settling the estate won't be over for a year, but she thinks she has most of the urgent things taken care of except for selling Lisa's things to get cash for estate debts. In searching through Lisa's things, she also found a life insurance policy, but last I heard, she hasn't determined whether it's still in force or whether Lisa let it lapse or even if it has lapsed, it might have some cash value.

Sandi

Misty joined Tim and me for breakfast this morning. She was wearing her new bathrobe, but nothing underneath. It fastens only with the belt, and she hadn't overlapped the front much, so as she walked around, sat down, bent over, reached for things and so on, she gave Tim quite a show. I don't know how much he actually saw, but I got a clear view of one breast down to the nipple and a brief look at her crotch, and she seemed to be aiming the exposure at Tim, not me. Neither she nor Tim did anything overt, and none of us said anything about it. She was definitely more subtle than the other day when she pulled her top off, but she was teasing Tim very effectively while maintaining the image of perfect innocence. Nicely played.

After breakfast, Tim was off to work, and Misty left shortly after she got dressed, taking Lisa's car. I assumed she was planning to try various car dealers and see what she might be able to get for it.

Tim got home around 5:00 pm. I asked him how he enjoyed the scenery at breakfast. At first he looked at me blankly, but then he got a grin on his face and said, "Fur doesn't match the hair. Nice boobs, though."

Misty had told me she'd get something to eat while she was out running her errands, so we didn't wait for her and went ahead with supper. After supper, we went downstairs, I did the cleaning and left Tim tied up while I went to the supermarket for bread and milk. When I got home, Misty was still not back, so I went downstairs, gave Tim's testicles a thorough beating, applied numbing gel to his penis, put the chastity device back on, and untied him.

I asked him whether wearing the chastity device was as exciting as he'd expected. He said not quite, because even though I use dice to decide when or whether he gets sexual release, it's still me, and he's known me for over 20 years and feels confident that he knows the boundaries I set for myself. If it were a mean-spirited stranger controlling things, and if he thought it was a real possibility that he'd never again be able to have an orgasm, that would make it closer to his fantasy of having his penis cut off. Also, he knows that really he can cut the chain anytime he's desperate enough for an orgasm. Having misty as a "loose cannon" in the house, someone he hasn't totally figured out who might do something totally unexpected, was adding an element of suspense that he was relishing, and her enticing displays of flesh were adding greatly to his horniness.

The bottom line, though, was that the fantasy was about irreversibility, perpetual horniness with no chance of relief. Nothing short of watching women cutting his penis off and destroying it before his eyes for their own amusement would combine the sexual excitement and sheer terror he dreams of, and the hard reality of it is that such a thing can be done only once. And that probably implies that it'll never be done.

We were upstairs in our pajamas watching the news when Misty finally got home. She paused briefly to say she'd had a full day and was really tired, then went to her room. I thought she was going straight to bed, but a few minutes later, she appeared in her bathrobe, and we talked about her day.

She said she'd talked to one car dealer who made her an offer on the car that she thought was too low. She spent much of the day looking for an apartment and found one she liked and could afford, but it wasn't going to be available until the end of the month. I guess she's made firm arrangements for it, because she's planning to take it. I mentioned that we'd been thinking of vacation in California at Megan's and were hoping that she could house-sit for us. If we left in the next couple of days, that would fit almost perfectly with her moving in at the apartment. She said that would work for her, so now Tim and I need to get hold of Megan and make definite travel arrangements. Tim needs to get vacation cleared at work, and we have packing to do, plane tickets to buy, etc.

Just as I was about to get up to go to bed, Misty turned to Tim and said, "Dad, could you give me a back rub? It would really help me relax." Tim agreed, and she sat down on the couch next to him, facing away from him, unfastened the belt of her bathrobe, and let the robe slide off her shoulders, leaving her completely nude to the waist. Her breasts were facing away from him, and the way they were sitting, I don't think he could see them, but I haven't seen him look that nervous about touching anything in a long time. He was very professional about it and gave her a back rub for nearly ten minutes without sneaking a peek. Then Misty pulled the robe up over her shoulders again, pulled it closed in front, turned around and kissed him on the cheek, thanked him and said good night.

Sandi

Misty joined Tim and me at breakfast again this morning. This time she was fully dressed in jeans and a teeshirt, but she wasn't wearing a bra, so she still gave Tim quite a show, with her breasts swaying and jiggling as she walked and her nipples clearly discernible under the thin fabric. Her mischievous shenanigans seem to be having a cumulative effect on Tim. He was avoiding looking at her at all, and when he did look at her, he looked straight into her eyes, and not an inch lower. I think she was a little miffed that he was avoiding her bait. After several minutes, she asked him whether he was still wearing his chastity device. Tim looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders; then he picked up his coffee cup and stared into it as he answered yes. Misty wasn't done yet. "I'd like to see it sometime," she said. Tim paused a moment, still looking into his coffee cup, then replied, "I'm sure you would." I think Misty took that as her cue that she'd crossed a line, as she dropped the subject, excused herself from the table and went to her room.

After Tim left for work, Misty came out, now wearing a bra under the teeshirt. "Do you think Dad's mad at me?" she asked. I told her I doubted it very much and that I thought he was probably just fighting the urge to do something he knew he'd regret. She seemed to think about that for a moment, then asked me, "Are you mad at me?"

I had just taken a swallow of coffee. Now, when you laugh with your mouth closed trying to keep coffee inside, inevitably, some of it comes out your nose. It took me a minute to mop up the mess. No, I assured her, I was thoroughly enjoying watching him squirm.

She headed for the closet to grab her coat and purse. "He gives a pretty good back rub," she said. I told her he gives a damn good front rub, too. She giggled and said, "It would probably be crossing the line if I asked him for one of those, huh?" I smiled and nodded. It probably would, even with his chastity device on.

"You're a lucky woman, Mom," she said. "He's a keeper. So are you." By that point she had the front door open. "If I sell the car today, could you come and pick me up?" I told her I'd be happy to; just give me a call on my cell phone when she was ready.

With that, she was out the door. She didn't mention her movie plans with Mia, so I'm not sure when to expect her back, but I imagine she'll be calling before the day's over whether she sells the car or not.

Sandi

Misty sold Lisa's car yesterday. I picked her up around noon, we had a fast-food lunch together, then I brought her home. On the way, I asked her about house-sitting, and she said she could look after the place--make sure the walk is shoveled in case of snow and so on--even after she moved out. She said the apartment manager told her that the apartment wasn't available for move-in until the first of the month because of repairs they wanted to make, but if she wanted to sign the lease, she could bring her things over and just leave them at the apartment until it was ready. So she's planning to move some of Lisa's furniture over from the storage locker this weekend. I volunteered Tim to help.

We talked a little more about the chastity device and enticing Tim. She was trying to make sense of it. Why was he wearing it? Did Tim think we were being mean by enticing him while he was wearing the device? I told her that the device was Tim's own invention, that he'd built it himself, put it on, and handed me the key. I said he wanted to experience being teased and enticed with no chance for sexual gratification as a test, to see whether he could handle going without sex long-term. Misty looked puzzled and asked why he'd need to consider that long term. I thought about it for a minute, not sure how much to reveal. Finally, I said, "He wants to be sure he can handle it in case I get carried away and cut his penis off." Misty laughed. I think she thought I was giving her a ridiculous answer to close the conversation, because she stopped asking questions about the device.

When we got back to the house, she got her own car and was off again. She said she and Mia were going to the 6:30 3-D showing and figured by the time they filled up on popcorn and sodas, neither of them was going to need supper. She told the foster mother she'd have Mia home by 9:30 or so, so I figured we'd see her a little before 10:00. I don't know when she actually got in; Tim and I were already asleep.

Tim got vacation cleared at work, starting next Thursday (Thanksgiving). It turns out that several of his coworkers are taking vacation around the same time, because Thursday and Friday are "free" due to the holiday and don't count against vacation time, allowing for a longer time off, so it took some fast talking to get it approved. I called Megan, and she said that fit with her schedule, so Tim got online and got plane tickets.

This morning, Misty joined Tim and me at breakfast again. She was wearing the bathrobe with nothing underneath again. We talked about arrangements for moving the furniture this weekend. She works evenings again today through Monday at least. She said the shift schedule didn't go beyond that when she last saw it on Tuesday, so she's not sure about the rest of next week. We're hoping she'll be able to take us to the airport, as Tim hates to leave a car at the airport parking lot for two weeks.

Sometime during the conversation, the belt on her bathrobe came undone, whether by accident or by design. The front of the robe fell open, giving Tim a nice view of her front all the way to her waist, and he wasn't even pretending not to notice. She acted as if she didn't know why he was looking at her for a moment, then looked down and quickly covered up again. Tim's really going to miss her.

Sandi

Tim and I were still up watching an old movie when Misty got home last night. She said she got her shift schedule for next week. She's off Thursday, so it won't be a problem to take us to the airport. She said everybody has Thursday off, because they're not even opening the restaurant on Thanksgiving. Apparently the manager has noted that historically there haven't been enough customers on Thanksgivinigs past to make it worth it. She has a long shift Saturday but is off Sunday.

Anyway, she went to her room and returned wearing just her bathrobe. She sat on the couch next to Tim and asked for another back rub. When Tim agreed, she stood up, took off the robe completely, and lay across Tim's lap, completely naked, with her breasts between his legs. Tim looked at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, so he started rubbing her back. After a minute or so, he told her, "What you really need is a good spanking for teasing me like this."

Misty's reaction, or rather lack of reaction, seemed to take Tim by surprise. She just lay there and said, "Okay."

Tim gave her half a dozen of hard swats. She just lay there for a moment, then said, "That's all? That wasn't much of a spanking."

Tim resumed rubbing her back. "I don't want to discourage you too much," he said. He was extending the "back" rub all the way down to her thighs. Fighting the urge to reach between her legs and do a little massaging there must have been killing him. I imagine he was hoping she would roll over, but she didn't. He continued the massage for ten minutes or so, then looked over at me and asked, softly, "Is she asleep?"

I nodded. It certainly looked as if she was. "Can you carry her to her room?" I asked. "Hate to wake her up if we don't have to."

Tim struggled to stand up without dumping her on the floor. I told him to wait a minute. I went to her room, turned down the bed, and returned. I crouched by the sofa and got my arms under her hips and knees, then whispered to Tim, "Try again." Between the two of us, we managed to carry her to her room and lay her in bed. Tim rolled her over, lifted her head gently to maneuver a pillow underneath, then stood gazing at her naked body. I think he could have stood there staring at her all night. I cleared my throat, and he took the hint and pulled the covers over her. We tiptoed out of the room and switched off the lights. Misty stirred slightly, then said sleepily, "Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad."

"Good night, sweetie," Tim said, and closed the door.

Tim and I went to bed naked as usual, and he couldn't wait to start petting me. He's very good with his hands, but I was sorely tempted to unlock the chastity device. But a deal's a deal.

This morning, Tim and I were almost done with breakfast when Misty appeared in the kitchen naked, making no attempt to cover up. "Have you seen my bathrobe?" she asked. I told her I supposed it was still in the living room where we left it last night. She nodded, then went to get it and returned wearing it. It stayed on, tightly fastened. None of us spoke any further about last night. Tim glanced at the clock, stood up, gave us each a kiss, then grabbed his coat and left for work.

Sandi

At supper tonight, Tim stared at me for several minutes. I finally got uncomfortable enough to ask him what was troubling him. He said he wanted to talk about Misty and this temptation thing we had going on. He said part of him was loving it and part of him was feeling like the dirtiest scum on earth. I nodded but didn't say anything, and he kept starting at me, as if he was not sure what to say next.

Finally, he looked down at his plate, then looked up again. "Last night, I came very close to--" He stopped in mid-sentence. I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. "I want you to promise me three things," he said. "First, never let me be alone with Misty." I nodded, and he went on. "If I start to cross the line with her--if I touch her boobs or genitals or anything like that, give me a sign like this." He made a scissors motion with his index and middle fingers. I nodded again. "Third, if I don't stop when you give me the warning, I want you to destroy my penis. I don't care how you do it. Cut it off, burn it off, smash it with a sledge hammer, fry it with electricity, tie it off with a tourniquet until it's dead, tape a firecracker to it. I don't care. Just promise me you'll destroy it." He must have noticed a puzzled expression on my face, because he then said, "I need to know that if I cross the line, the thing I fear most is absolutely going to happen to me. I don't think anything short of that will keep me on the straight and narrow if this keeps up for much longer."

I agreed, but I wanted to know more about how he felt. He said Misty's calling him Dad was really getting to his conscience. How could he have lustful thoughts about his "daughter"? And how could she be so provocative if she thought of him as Dad?

I told him I wasn't sure of all her motives, but I thought she was probably testing him. Misty had told me about her background. Lisa had had three husbands, and all three had abused her sexually, including her own father. Mia's father never seemed to think of her as a stepdaughter. Mia's name was significant. He was Hispanic, and the name in Spanish means "mine." Misty was somebody else's, and he felt free to take liberties with her, even though she was just 12 or 13 years old at the time. She'd told Lisa, but Lisa just slapped her. She didn't want to hear it. "I think she's testing you, to see whether you're just like the other men in her life," I said. "Every other man she's had any kind of relationship with has wanted her for only one thing, her vagina. You've been something of a saint in her eyes. Part of her longs for the dad she never really had, and part of her can't believe any man could fit that role. She keeps testing, keeps turning up the heat to see whether you'll melt."

"So I've probably already blown it by admiring her figure," he said.

I tried to reassure him. "I don't' think so, or she wouldn't keep doing what she's doing. She knows she's got a knock-out figure. Part of her job is getting men to look at her lustfully. I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't notice."

"Then help me," he said. "Tempt me all you want. Let her tempt me all she wants. But don't leave the two of us together--ever--and give me the signal when I need to stop what I'm doing. And I mean it about destroying my penis. I need to be sure, that it's absolutely certain that you'll destroy it if I don't behave. Otherwise, I don't know that I have the strength to keep resisting."

I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "Your penis will be history," I assured him.

He sat back in his chair looking very much relieved. "Anything good on TV tonight?" he asked.

Sandi

Misty had some interesting news at breakfast this morning. Apparently Lisa's last ex has dropped his quest to become Mia's guardian--because he's sitting in jail facing child-molestation charges! Misty said she'd heard from the life insurance company, and Lisa's policy was good, if minimal. She and Mia split $10,000. The lawyer suggests a trust for Mia's portion due to her age. Misty's off today, although she was originally scheduled to work. She traded with another girl who was scheduled for Friday but wants to go out of town for Thanksgiving and needs the Friday off to do that. Misty's happy, because she wants Tim to help move furniture and besides she expects Friday to be a good day for tips at work.

So it looks as if I'll be moving furniture today, too, since I promised Tim not to leave the two of them alone together. I don't know how much trouble he could get into moving furniture, but a deal's a deal.

Sandi

We were all pretty tired after moving furniture yesterday. Nothing's organized in the apartment, but Misty has all the things she needs there to set up housekeeping once the workmen get done with the repairs and she can officially move in at the end of the month.

I think we reached a turning point last night in our relationship with her. She came into the living room, where Tim and i were watching TV, wearing just her bathrobe and asked Tim for another back rub. As she started undoing the belt, Tim held up his hand and said stop. He told her, "You and Sandi have had your fun teasing me, killing me with frustration, knowing I'm wearing a chastity device. And, okay, I admit it, I've enjoyed it, too. I like seeing a beautiful woman naked as much as anyone. But if you're going to be calling me Dad, I'm going to start acting the part. Now go get your pajamas on. When you're ready, call us. Mom and I will come in, I'll give you your back rub, and we'll tuck you in."

Misty paused a moment, biting her lip, then turned and went to her room. Several minutes later, she called us in. She was in her babydoll pajamas, lying face down on her bed with the covers pulled back. Tim sat on one side of the bed and started giving her a back rub while I sat on the other side. After ten or fifteen minutes, she was asleep. Tim pulled the covers over her, we each gave her a kiss on the back of her head, and we tiptoed out, turned off the light and closed the door.

Tim's little speech didn't stop me from coming to bed naked, of course, but I think the teasing he's gotten from Misty has come to an end. Tim's off to work, and she didn't join us for breakfast this morning.

Sandi

I've been reevaluating how much I need Tim's penis. Since he started wearing the chastity device, he's been much more attentive to my needs, knowing that he's not going to be able to have intercourse. Sometimes I just want to cuddle, and usually in the past that turned into sex. Also, he's gotten good enough with his hands and tongue that I don't miss having his penis inside me as much as I used to. Part of my pleasure is knowing that I'm giving him pleasure, but he seems to enjoy the sexual tension he gets from giving me an orgasm, so I'm not sure just how much he misses having orgasms. Also, having me do a strip tease and beat his testicles while he's tied up seems to give him enough excitement that, given the choice between that and intercourse, I'm not sure but that he'd choose having his testicles beaten.

In short, I'm giving serious consideration to some of the more risky activities he's always wanted to try that I've been holding back on. I don't think we want to try such things while Misty is living with us, but while we're in California visiting Megan, we may just push the envelope a bit. I have the feeling that, if she were assured that there would be no consequences for her, Megan would be happy to cut his penis off. Tim hasn't talked about how much HE thinks he needs his penis these days or how his views might have changed recently.

Last night I gave Tim another cleaning, and he lost the dice roll again. At breakfast, he said his testicles are still a little sore from the beating. I think it hurts him more if he hasn't been able to ejaculate for a long time. I offered to put numbing gel on his testicles, but he didn't think it would do any good, because it would just numb the scrotum and not the testicles themselves. I numb his penis after every beating--we order multiple tubes of lidocaine at a time now, not just one--but I've never tried numbing his testicles.

Misty was up around 9:00 and came to breakfast dressed in skirt and blouse for another meeting with the lawyer. She was going to come back to change before heading to work. So at the moment the house is empty, and I'm taking a break from cleaning and laundry. I've probably wasted enough time now, though, so better get back to work.

Sandi

At breakfast I was talking with Tim about what sorts of games he'd be willing to play in California. He said he's willing to risk permanent damage to his penis or even having it destroyed or removed, though losing per se it isn't his objective. He suggested that banding it until it goes numb, branding the head with a soldering pencil, sanding skin from the head, or nailing the head to a tree stump are not out of the question, but he doesn't want to know in advance what Megan and I are going to do to him. It's the excitement of not knowing that he craves more than what is actually done. He also says some of the old standbys like tying him up, gagging him and kicking his testicles are certainly good as well as teasing him with sexual frustration and putting him in embarrassing or humiliating situations like taking him out to a deserted area and fastening his testicles to the trailer hitch of Megan's car with a long rope and making him run behind the car naked. He wants us to use our imagination and not reveal what we're planning.

I've got most of the things packed for the trip. We need to put a hold on the mail and get to the bank for some cash for the trip, but otherwise we're pretty well set. Misty got up around 9:00 am again and we talked about her looking after the house. There's no snow in the 10-day forecast, so she shouldn't have to shovel the sidewalk, and other than that she shouldn't have too much to do. She thought she'd be moved into the apartment before we got back, but she'd still look after the place until we get back.

She said she was talking with the lawyer about wanting to be Mia's guardian, and the lawyer said having her own place with a separate bedroom for Mia would be a plus but that she should think about how she was going to make the case that she could properly supervise Mia with a work schedule that has her on the job in the evenings and frequently on weekends, too. That has Misty thinking about trying again to find work that would have day-shift hours and preferably make use of her math degree. I suggested accounting, but she said her degree was more slanted to statistical analysis, computer simulation and scientific math than financial work, though she thought a large brokerage might use some of her skills. I hope she finds something, because I know being with Mia is very important to her. The girls are really close, and there's a great chemistry between them. She asked whether she could use Tim and me as references and whether she could get us to watch Mia from time to time. I told her we'd love to. After all, we're family now.

Sandi

This will probably be my last entry in this blog thread. I'll start a new one called "Penectomy Games" when we get to California, because the Mom-and-Dad issue is pretty well settled, we'll be away from Misty and staying with Megan for a couple of weeks, and I anticipate a lot of playtime there. So for anyone who's been reading this series of postings, look for the new thread.

We're all up early this morning and have had breakfast already. Shortly Misty will be driving us to the airport. At breakfast, Misty mentioned to Tim that she might be looking for another career, and he wrote down a name and phone number for her of someone he knows at work who might be able to use a junior-level person with strong math skills. She said she'd put together a resume and get in touch with the guy while we're gone. Tim told her to feel free to drop his name.

Sandi