Tim woke up around 2:00 am in pain. He said his penis hurt. He was up for several hours, but this morning I found him back in bed. He says the pain is gone now, and he has some feeling in his penis. At least, he says, he can tell that it's being touched, but there's no erogenous response, at least at this point. He's been in the bathroom now for half an hour "experimenting" (trying to masturbate), and since he hasn't come out yet, I gather that he's not having any success.

Misty says Mike has decided the least-hassle approach to the swimming-pool issue is to get Mia and me officially on the membership rolls. I hate to have him spend the money for that, but Misty says they appreciate my looking after Mia, and getting me a membership in the club is just a token of their appreciation. She was going to take care of that today, so by this evening that issue should be over with.

Somehow the house seems empty without Mia here today, even with Tim around. As I write this, he just emerged from the bathroom and announced, "It's still like trying to masturbate my finger." He says he did maintain a weak erection, though. If that's enough of a "starter" erection for the Velcro zip tie to work on, we may be able to put Dick away for a while. I'm not inclined to band him again right away, anyway. I want to see how much his penis can recover.

I called Megan yesterday afternoon and asked whether she could send another strap-on artificial penis and mentioned what we'd done with the enema and Willie and how Tim finally got enough of an erection to work with. She thought the whole thing was hilarious and said she'd send us Richard II. Last night she sent Tim a "sexting" message with another picture of her naked in a provocative pose. I imagine Tim was wearing down his cell-phone battery viewing that while he was trying to masturbate. If so, it didn't seem to help.

Sandi

Tim was restless last night. He finally got up and spent a long time in the bathroom. When he returned, I asked what was wrong. He said he was just horny, and he'd been masturbating in the bathroom but with no success. I offered to give him oral sex, and he said it was worth a try. I was able to coax a weak erection out of his penis, but with about half an hour of trying, that was the best I could do. Finally I got the idea that a full erection might increase the sensitivity. We put the Velcro zip tie on his penis to get him up to a hard erection, then tried oral sex again. I knew I was getting somewhere when said, "Oh, yeah!" It took another half an hour or so, but I did end up with a mouthful of semen.

So Tim got his first orgasm in I-don't-know-how-long. He asked whether I wanted him to "do" me, but after a mouthful of semen, my libido was shot. We went to sleep cuddling.

His morning Tim was full of energy despite our being a bit sleep-deprived. He's out cleaning the garage, and I didn't even have to ask him to.

Misty stopped by briefly around 9:00 this morning to drop off my health club membership card, along with a brochure on what they have at the club besides the pool. I'm not inclined to use exercise machines. I figure I get my exercise doing housework. But a soak in a hot tub from time to time might be nice.

Sandi

Gawd...wonderful...I wuvs you...smooches Jackie

We didn't even try anything sexual last night. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. This morning we just let the sun wake us up, then Tim took me out for a late breakfast/early lunch. I seem to be beset with a singular lack of ambition today. I try to tell myself to just relax and enjoy being lazy, but a little voice in my head keeps nagging me to go do some housework or something. I keep telling the little voice to shut up, but it's persistent.

I do want to see Tim at least have an erection every day. I''m hoping that will help heal whatever damage we've done to his penis. We're in uncharted territory now, and I don't know how much of the damage is permanent. I suspect that the majority of the damage is nerve damage, but how much sensitivity will come back remains to be seen. I don't think I'll band him for at least a couple of weeks. For one thing, I want to see how much he'll recover, but also there's more excitement for him if he has sexual function for me to take away. Certainly banding him while he was numb was pointless from the standpoint of his fantasies, because I couldn't take away what was already gone.

I can always beat his testicles, though.

Megan called last night to say Richard II is in the mail. She thought it would be here by next Friday or so. I gave her an update on Tim's recovery. She was encouraging me to use the worm shocker on him, but I want to see how much sensitivity he'll recover before that, and after seeing his reaction to shocking his finger, I don't know whether I could bring myself to turn the crank anyway. I suspect that's going to have to wait for Megan's next business trip out this way. I have no doubt that she'll thoroughly enjoy turning the crank.

Well, the little voice is winning. I'm going to get off the computer now and get the vacuum cleaner out. After that we may do some bondage play and testicle beating in the basement if Tim's up for that.

Sandi

Hehehehe....Shocking the Worm..What next? smooches Jackie

After supper last night I had Tim go down to the basement and get undressed. I tied him up in the usual way, with his arms and legs spread wide, then brought over a chair and sat down in front of him and played with his penis. I wanted to see how stiff an erection he could get without help from the Velcro zip tie. First I just masturbated him a little with my hands, then masturbated him while squeezing his testicles, then worked the head of his penis over with my tongue while squeezing his testicles. None of these activities seemed to materially increase the stiffness of his erection to the point where it would be useable for intercourse, but he maintained a definite erection through it all.

I then dug out his old homemade shocking machine and attached the wires, one around the base of his penis and one around the groove behind the head of his penis. I connected an extension cord and watched his eyes and penis as I plugged it in. He had a look of near panic in his face, but the erection did get stiffer, but I didn't know whether to attribute that to his emotional state or to the effect of the wire wrapped around the base of his penis. I left the machine running for several minutes, until his wrists were getting red and sore from struggling against the ropes. The erection was quite stiff at that point, but when I removed the wires, it drooped to about the same weak erection state it had before I attached the wires. I concluded that it was the wire around the base that was responsible for the stiffness, not the excitement of getting his penis shocked.

I asked him whether I should get the worm shocker and try it out. He shook his head vigorously and mumbled behind the gag in his mouth. It was clear that he didn't want that. I went and got it anyway, just to see what would happen to his erection, but it stayed the same.

Finally, I got the broom-handle club and gave his testicles a thorough beating. All that time, his erection never got to the stiffness needed for intercourse, except for while the wire was wrapped around it.

I decided finally to reward him with oral sex. I got down on my knees in front of him and worked his penis over with my tongue until my knees couldn't take kneeling on the hard cement any more, but he seemed not to be getting any closer to an orgasm.

I was about to untie him when the doorbell rang. It was Misty. By the time I got upstairs, she'd already let herself in. She said she was out shopping and our house was on the way back to their place so she thought she'd stop by to talk about arrangements for watching Mia this week. I told her what was going on in the basement and asked whether she wanted to help. I thought having two women present might add enough excitement to pump up Tim's erection.

We went downstairs, and I invited Misty to play with Tim's penis. Instead, she started slowly undressing in front of him. Tim was clearly enjoying the show, but his penis was not responding. When she was fully naked, she approached him, took hold of his penis, put her arm around his waist, and whispered something in his ear, then brought her knee up sharply into his groin. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His breathing was in shallow gasps, and he was clearly in pain.

As Misty got dressed again, we talked about plans for the week. I told her we'd need Mia to bring her swim suit and anything else she'd need for swimming. We went upstairs, still talking, leaving Tim tied.

After Misty left, I went back downstairs. By that time, Tim's erection was gone. I untied him, and he gathered up his clothes and headed for the shower.

When he got out of the shower, I was waiting for him in bed with the Velcro zip tie. After half an hour or so, he finally had an orgasm, the first one he's had during vaginal sex in a long time. The tie was necessary to get a stiff enough erection, of course, but I don't know how much of the playtime activity was needed to get him to an orgasm.

Now I'd better get off the computer and go check on Mia. She's anxious to get to the swimming pool.

Sandi

Two days at the pool. Mia doesn't seem to be able to get enough. But housework has to fit in somewhere, and it looks like tomorrow is the do-or-die day, because Tim has almost run out of clean dress shirts for work.

Tim and I didn't do anything sexual last night. I figure he needs time to "reload," and I wasn't in the mood for anything physical at bedtime after the exercise at the pool. We were both content with just cuddling.

Sandi

I'm taking a break from laundry and cleaning. I've got Mia doing ironing. She's more meticulous at that than I am (and slower), but I appreciate her eagerness to pitch in and help. She'll be wanting lunch soon, so I'll keep this short.

Tim woke up with a "woodie" this morning--quite stiff--but lost it after using the bathroom. At least we know he can get a firm erection. Again last night we just cuddled, and I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. I like that. Sometimes I like that better than sex.

After we get the laundry out of the way, there's still grocery shopping to get done before Tim gets home. I haven't even thought about what to fix for supper.

Back to work.

Sandi

Last night while I was putting the supper dishes in the dishwasher, Tim came up behind me and put his arms around me, then started feeling me up.

"Feeling a little frisky, are we?" I asked.

Tim just said, "Mmmmm."

I turned around and slipped my hand down to his crotch. There was a definite bulge there. I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside his shorts. He had a fairly firm erection. I started stroking it, but then Tim picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. We undressed, and he wasn't interested in foreplay. He was on top of me right away, but I wasn't wet yet, and he couldn't get inside. By the time he backed off to give me time to get wet, he'd lost his erection. I played with his penis to try to get it back. After a few minutes, it came back, and we began intercourse, but the erection faded after a minute. I played with his penis again, he got an erection again, and then it faded after a minute of intercourse again. Finally we gave up and just used the Velcro zip tie to maintain his erection.

So there's progress, but we're not fully back to normal yet.

I'm hoping today will be less hectic than yesterday. I got a lot of the week's housework done yesterday, thanks to some help from Mia. She's taking a break watching TV. I'd better get back to work.

Sandi

We tried intercourse without the Velcro zip tie again last night, and the results were about the same: Tim would get a firm enough erection but lose it after a minute or so of intercourse, regain it by my playing with it, the lose it again during intercourse. It appears that it's just a matter of lost sensitivity, because the erection is stiff enough to start with. We ended up using the zip tie again, and with that, he was good for the better part of an hour, but he wasn't able to achieve an orgasm. He stopped because he was exhausted and, I suspect, frustrated.

I told him he was going to have to punch a new hole in his penis for his homemade chastity device if the current trend continues. The hole he punched for the padlock months ago has healed shut. He grimaced at the thought. I can imagine that it was painful. The first time, he didn't know how much it might hurt, and it was all over with one swing of a hammer. This time he'll know, and he may have a hard time getting the courage to swing the hammer. I asked whether he'd want me to do it for him, with him tied up. He said that might be the only way to get the job done. However, I'm inclined to let him have his freedom for a while yet. Besides, I've been enjoying having sex with a real penis.

Mia is out in the garage getting the lawnmower ready. She volunteered to do the mowing, and I know Tim doesn't mind not having to do that. They're talking about 90 degrees today, so she's getting an early start before the heat of the day. Even so, I'd better get some lemonade ready for when she's done.

Sandi

We were in no hurry to get out of bed this morning. When the sun woke us up, we started cuddling, but before long we were petting, then having sex. Tim managed to maintain an erection long enough for me to get an orgasm, and I was well on my way to a second when he had his. I told him not to stop, but he's never been able to maintain an erection long after he has his orgasm, so he finished my second with his hands. We cleaned up the mess from the semen, then climbed back in bed and cuddled some more. It was nice, and I'm tempted to let him keep his penis free. Sex with Dick is better "mechanically," in that it is permanently erect and bigger than Tim's penis, but I do love having Tim come on to me. When he uses Dick, it's more like he's doing me a favor. When he uses his penis, I'm doing him a favor, too. It's a difference I really miss when he's numb and limp.

Richard II arived yesterday. Mia was here at the time, so I set the package aside until after Misty picked her up. I'm not sure when we'll use it now. When Tim's numb again we may give it a try. For now, it's in the drawer with Dick and Willie.

Evenings are getting warm enough now to do things outdoors after dark. We're planning to do the thing with the brick tied to Tim's testicles tonight. Tim seems really excited about that. The corn still isn't high enough to provide a good hiding place in case a car comes along, so he'll just have to hope he's not seen.

Sandi

Hehehe...what an interesting group: Willie, Dick and Richard II... So..he's going to jog alongside the road with a brick tied to his nuts, nude? What if the local constabulary sees him? Right to jail...and in the paper..Not to mention the embarassment...Go for it!! smooches Jackie

I called my brother Donny shortly after writing yesterday's blog entry. I told him we were going to be in his area sightseeing and would like to take him and Becky out to supper. He was a little suspicious--what was the sight-seeing attraction in Iowa--, but he readily accepted the supper offer. I told him Tim and I had in mind some alfresco romance. He chuckled. I don't think he knew for sure what we had in mind, but he knows me well enough to know he shouldn't ask for more detail than that. He then noted that it's about a six-hour dive to his place from home and told me we should plan to spend the night there. I was hoping he'd say that, because I wasn't looking forward to getting home in the wee hours of the morning.

We got there in late afternoon and, after unloading our suitcases, took them to their favorite restaurant, a mom-and-pop place run by a couple they know. The food was nothing to write home about, but the service was excellent, and the manager stopped by the table to introduce himself.

After returning to Donny's place, we told Donny and Becky we'd be out for a couple of hours. Donny handed me a key and said if the lights were off when we returned, we should just let ourselves in.

Tim and I then drove out to the country. I know the area and had a particular stretch of gravel road in mind. The sun was on the horizon when we got there. We drove up and down a three-mile stretch to look for suitable hiding places along the way, look for hazards like barbed-wire fences and junk in the ditches, and get a sense for how much traffic we might expect. We waited about half an hour and didn't come across a single car, which I took to be a good sign.

Finally it seemed dark enough. I told Tim to get ready. He got out of the car, undressed, except for his shoes and sox, and piled his clothes in the back seat. I handcuffed his wrists behind his back, then wrapped the brick in a canvas shopping bag--I didn't totally want to protect against bruises, but the brick had sharp edges and I didn't want him to suffer lacerations--and tied it to his testicles so that it hung just above his knees. With that, I drove off down the road to the next crossroad and looked for a suitable place to wait. There was a place about a hundred yards farther down the road where the farmer apparently entered the field with his tractor. I pulled off there and switched off the lights. It was totally dark except for starlight and the distant lights of a farmhouse and barnyard in the distance. I began to wonder whether Tim would be able to see where he was going well enough, but I figured that was his problem, as he was the one most keen to do this. I turned off the engine and waited.

After ten minutes, a car went by on the crossroad, but it didn't turn onto the road we were on. About the only sound was from the crickets and the cool breeze. I didn't even hear any dogs barking. I waited until fifteen minutes had elapsed, but there was no sign of Tim, so I backed back onto the gravel and drove down another mile. I began looking for another field entrance, and, not finding one, decided to back up and look for one in the other direction. I got turned around at the crossroad and spotted one. Pulled off and waited. It seemed like forever, and I began to worry about what was taking so long. I'd agreed to wait half an hour at this location, but I began to wonder whether I should wait longer or drive back toward Tim looking for him. I decided that I probably shouldn't, though, because he wouldn't recognize the car in the dark with the headlights coming toward him and would hide in the ditch or lie down in the field between rows of corn to hide, and I'd probably not only miss him but scare him half to death, too. I grinned thinking about the latter. It was a temptation to throw a scare into him that way, but I kept my word and stayed put.

After ten minutes or so a car approached from Tim's direction, passed me without slowing down, and turned right at the crossroad. After that it was quiet again. I looked at my watch. I'd been at this spot for twenty minutes, and there was no sign of him yet. I could see the glow of headlights approaching beyond the hill behind me, heading in Tim's direction, but they must have turned off before reaching me, because the light disappeared, and they never passed me. I looked at my watch again. Twenty-five minutes. Five more minutes to go before moving down the road another mile. By that point I was really worried about what might have happened to Tim. I wanted desperately to go looking for him, but knowing that he'd just hide from my headlights, I stayed put.

I decided to switch on the parking lights so that at least he'd see where the car was. I had visions of him sneaking by, hiding from me by crawling in the ditch, not realizing that the car he was hiding from was his own. My heart was racing, and I was imagining that his must be, too. Half an hour. It was time to move down the road another mile. I was just about to turn the key in the ignition when I was startled by the door opening.

It was Tim, and he had managed to open the door even with his hands behind his back. I don't know how he escaped my notice as he approached the car.

I got out and unlocked the handcuffs. He unfastened the brick and quickly got dressed without a word. When he finished, he got in, and I drove back to Donny's.

The lights were off at their place, but Donny had left the porch light on. We let ourselves in and headed to the bedroom. Tim got undressed, and I could see that he'd been in the ditch at least once. His knees were dirty and grass-stained, but I didn't see any cuts or bruises. I was anxious to hear what happened, but with Donny and Becky already in bed, we kept quiet. I'd have to wait until we were alone to hear. Tim headed for the shower. I just got undressed, figuring I'd shower in the morning. Tim started petting me as soon as we got into bed, but I told him I didn't want to leave Becky with semen-stained sheets to clean up after us. It was too dark to see his face, but I can imagine he had the look of a puppy who was just caught pooping on the carpet. That's his usual look when I have to turn him down for sex. He accepted my verdict, but he clearly wasn't happy about it.

We woke up to the sound of activity in the kitchen. I showered and dressed before we joined Donny and Becky at the breakfast table. They were clearly dressed up to go somewhere. Tim and Becky didn't say much at breakfast. Their conversation was mainly "could you please pass the whatever" and "would you like more coffee?" Becky did ask where we went last night. I grinned and answered her question with a question: "Did you and Donny ever park out in the country when you were dating?" She seemed embarrassed and didn't pursue the matter further.

After breakfast, Becky asked whether we wanted to join them at church. I didn't want to offend her. About the only thing that gets us inside a church is a funeral or a wedding, but I just told her that we needed to get headed back home so that there would still be a little of the weekend left when we got there. She seemed to accept that.

As we were packing the car, Donny pulled me aside. "Okay, Sis, I know you wouldn't drive all the way to Iowa to have sex in the car with Tim. So what the hell did you do last night?"

I told him, and he burst out laughing. "Jeez," he said, "I wish Becky were more open-minded about doing things like that." I gave him a hug, then went back to the house to thank Becky for her hospitality at such short notice. By the time I got back outside, Tim had the engine running, and a minute later we were off.

The trip back was uneventful. We stopped for lunch and gas at De Witt before crossing the river. As he drove, Tim was telling me what happened last night.

He said that as he was walking along the road, he approached a section that was lit by a farmhouse that had a bright yard light. He look around to see whether there was anyone present and spotted what looked like a skunk in the road just ahead of him. He figured the last thing he needed--well, maybe not the last thing, but certainly far down the list--was to get sprayed by a skunk, so he sat in the ditch hoping the animal would move on. After several minutes, he hadn't seen any movement and wished his hands were free so that he could lob some gravel at it from a safe distance. Finally, he decided to take a chance and started down the road again, passing on the other side. As he passed, he saw that the "skunk" was a dead raccoon, and he was glad that he hadn't waited any longer. That incident was responsible for most of the delay.

He did have to dive for cover at one point as a car approached. He said the driver apparently didn't see him, as the car kept going and turned into a farm a quarter mile or so farther down the road. However, knowing that there was somebody outdoors where the car turned in, Tim was extra cautious going by and waited in the ditch until he was convinced that anyone there had gone inside the house. That was a second delay. Other than that, the main things he had to contend with were the pain in his testicles from the bouncing brick and the developing bruises on his thighs. Still, he said, he figured his heart rate had been about double normal, and only a little of that was from the exercise.

One positive note, he said, was that through the whole ordeal he had a nice stiff erection, and that without any physical stimulation.

We just got home, and Tim said he couldn't wait any longer for sex. I figured that he'd earned it, but before we could get undressed or even get the suitcases unpacked, the phone rang. It was Misty, saying they want to take us out to supper for Fathers' Day. I told Tim, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Don't forget we have a date when we get back." I told Misty we'd be waiting for them. They should be by any minute now, so gotta go.

Sandi

I cannot get your post of 6/11 out of my mind. I am curious what you thought seeing him tearing up and in pain after another female busted his balls in front of you. Were you amused or feeling sorry for him or was it just something that happened and life went on?

Originally Posted by Arab Nights

I cannot get your post of 6/11 out of my mind. I am curious what you thought seeing him tearing up and in pain after another female busted his balls in front of you. Were you amused or feeling sorry for him or was it just something that happened and life went on?

This reply will have to be quick, as Tim is going to want me waiting for him in bed when he gets out of the shower.

The straight answer is that I was amused. Now that may seem harsh, given that I really love the guy, but there are some background facts to consider.

First, Tim relishes having women abuse him sexually. His fantasy, after all, is having women cut his penis off. In the past, when I've kicked his testicles or beat them while he wasn't wearing a gag, and I didn't stop when he pleaded with me to stop, he ended up thanking me afterward. The pain is real, of course, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love it.

Second, he's so cute when he gets that "deer-in-the-headlights" look on his face when he realizes he's had all he can handle and more's coming.

Third, Misty isn't just any woman. She's "family" and well aware of Tim's kinkier side (and mine). There are only a few women we've trusted with knowing what we do--Megan and her girlfriends and Misty. They may enjoy playing the "dominatrix" role now and then, but they have no real intent to cause Tim serious injury. At least I don't believe any of them do.

Finally, I would feel sorry for him if he suffered injury requiring a trip to the hospital or actual destruction of a testicle. I regret the time I banded his testicles, resulting in a spermatocele, a lump that's still there in his scrotum. I won't repeat that. If he loses his ability to get an orgasm, I'll feel a little sympathy, but he loves playing on the edge of that, and I figure that as long as he's eager to take chances with his penis, I'm not going to feel too guilty about the consequences. I don't ever want him to lose sexual desire, though. I don't want him to be just a roommate. I love him intensely. We've been married for 20 years, and I can't imagine life without him.

Hope that answers your question. The water just stopped in the shower, so I'd better get off the computer and get into bed.

Sandi

Tim ended up really frustrated last night. He maintained his erection for two hours while we had sex, first with him on top and then with me on top after he got exhausted, but he never got to an orgasm for himself, though he gave me a couple. He still had an erection when we agreed to stop trying. He said the sensitivity isn't there. It's not numb or even like trying to masturbate his finger anymore. He does feel some sexual response in his penis, but it's significantly diminished from what it used to be. I told him I could give him oral sex. I can do things with my tongue that seem to stimulate him more than vaginal sex. But at that point, he was too frustrated and just wanted to give up for the night. I don't know how long he maintained his erection after we stopped, but he woke up with a "woodie" this morning.

I have Mia here again today, but with the hectic weekend, I haven't even begun to think of what to do with her. There's always housework. That never goes away.

Sandi

It was over 90 degrees here today, so after I got the laundry started and Mia finished vacuuming, we went for lunch and shopping in a nice air-conditioned mall. We didn't buy anything, but it's fun to look. From there we went to the health club for a swim. I think Mia is part fish. She loves the water. As we were getting dressed, Mia asked why I didn't have any pubic hair. "Tim likes me this way," I said, "so I shave it." She seemed to think about that for a moment, then, apparently satisfied, changed the subject.

We got home just in time to start getting supper ready. When Misty dropped Mia off this morning, she had said Mike was going to be stuck at the restaurant until late, filling in for the night manager who called in sick, so I asked her whether she'd like to have supper with us. She said I didn't have to ask twice. She'd heard the forecast and wasn't looking forward to cooking in a hot kitchen on a hot day.

She arrived a few minutes ahead of Tim and joined Mia in the living room to see what she was up to. Tim arrived, not knowing the girls were there, and, almost before he got in the door, said, "I was worthless today. I was so horny I was mentally undressing every woman in the office. Couldn't think of anything but sex." He was startled by partially stifled giggling from the living room, turned to see the girls looking at him, and got a cheesy grin on his face. "Oops," he said.

"Guess our being here isn't going to help," said Misty, laughing. Mia was still giggling.

Tim looked like he wanted to change the subject, but the girls both seemed to be enjoying watching him squirm, and I figured Mia was old enough now to hear, so I decided not to let him off the hook easily. I put my arms around his waist, kissed him, then slipped my hand down to his rear end and pinched. "You can undress me for real," I said, "but supper's ready. Can you keep your pants zipped for an hour or so?"

Tim nodded. "You're really mean, you know," he said.

After supper, Misty thanked us for the supper, then turned to Mia and said, "We'd better get going so Dad and Mom can get naked." Mia giggled, and they left, waving bye-bye as the went down the front walk.

As I was shutting the door, Tim slipped his arms around me from behind. "Now?" he said. He didn't wait for my answer. He picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, and set me on the bed. His pants were already bulging from an erection. I decided to wait for him to undress me rather than just get undressed myself. By the time we were both naked, there was a bead of clear viscous liquid forming at the end of his penis, but I wasn't wet yet, so I warned him that it would take a while to get my motor running and asked whether he wanted oral sex to avoid the wait. He declined, and we started cuddling and petting.

When I was ready, I grabbed him by his testicles and pulled him over on top of me. He kept going for close to an hour. We switched places and kept going for another hour or so. It was great for me, but he still wasn't getting to an orgasm. Then I thought about how the Velcro zip tie seemed to increase his sensitivity in addition to keeping him erect. I suggested that he put that on.

He did. He was back on top for another half hour or so and finally achieved an orgasm. I thought the poor guy was going to explode. Another set of sheets for the laundry tomorrow, but one happy man. I don't know whether the zip tie really helped or whether he would have gotten there anyway or whether he now has a psychological dependence on it, but whatever it was, it worked out. His taking a long time to get to orgasm is great from my perspective. The endurance of Dick with a real penis. What more could a girl ask for?

Tim's in the shower now. My turn next, then off to bed. I think we're done with sex for the night, though.

Sandi

I'm thinking Tim has developed a mental block to early orgasm..I believe that, like in many things, confidence makes it happen...Without it things get slowed down, or stopped...You're obviously extremely attractive, bald belly, and all (wow!).. I think he's got a block....and, I think you're wonderful..
smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I'm thinking Tim has developed a mental block to early orgasm..I believe that, like in many things, confidence makes it happen...Without it things get slowed down, or stopped.......

You may be right, Jackie. Hard to tell, but I don't see it as a problem as long as he eventually gets there. As the saying goes, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." I know a lot of women who would love to get two orgasms for every one their husbands get!

Megan called just as I was crawling into bed. She apologized for the late call. She's two time zones away and said she realized how late it was for us after she'd already dialed. Anyway, she said she has a business trip to see her client in Philadelphia Thursday and Friday this week and wants to spend another weekend with us. She thought she'd get to our house around 6:00 pm Friday evening. She was curious about what we'd done with Richard II. I told her he was on hold for the time being, as Tim had recovered to a large extent. "Oh," she said, "sorry to hear that. Maybe we can fix that."

Maybe. We'll see. One thing's sure, we're going to have to do something to ensure that Tim's equipment is docile while the three of us are sleeping together.

It's another hot day. Eighty-two degrees already and headed for 94. Mia just came into the room with her swim suit and towel, saying "Hint, hint." I guess the housework can wait a few hours. We're off to the pool again.

Sandi

Mia and I went to the pool for a couple of hours, then picked up groceries and came back to take care of a little housework. I need to think of something more creative than swimming every day. The kid's going to grow gills if we keep this up.

I talked with Tim about ensuring that his penis remained docile while Megan's here and we're all in bed together. He says he's okay with re-punching the hole in the bottom of his penis behind the head if I swing the hammer. (For those who don't recall, he made a home-made chastity device that consists of a padlock inserted into his urethra and out the hole, locking the head of his penis to a small chain around his scrotum above his testicles.) He also wants to be tied up so that he can't chicken out at the last minute. I'm nervous about it. I know it's going to really hurt, which is why he can't bring himself to do the punching himself the way he did last time.

The alternative would be to numb him again by banding his penis. That idea isn't necessarily "off the table," but each time he's banded, he loses some sensitivity in his penis long-term after the numbness wears off. I don't know that we're ready to risk permanent numbness or more loss of sensitivity again right away. I'm enjoying having his penis functioning again, and although he's been good about taking care of my needs while his penis is out of commission, sex with Dick just doesn't have the same feeling.

Megan called with an update on her itinerary. She is now expecting to be at our house at about 5:30 pm Friday and leaves Sunday morning. She figures she should be on her way to O'Hare by 7:30 am Sunday to allow time for the usual delays getting through security and all.

She said she was hoping we could do something exciting sexually while here. I told her about the trip to Iowa, but she had in mind something involving her getting an orgasm she didn't have to give herself. I told her we have Dick and Richard II. I suggested that I've always wondered what it was like for a man to have sex with a woman--to see things from Tim's perspective--and asked whether she'd be receptive to the idea of my strapping Richard II on to give her an orgasm. She said she wasn't fussy about how she got it.

Sandi