The Life and Times of Stroker Ace

An Important Message from Mistress Sassa

2009-10-06T23:36:00.002-06:00

Hey, everyone. Ace checkin' in, here! I just got a message from Mistress Sassa and figured I'd better send it along to all of you:

Hosted chat for Hump your Hand Wednesdays is at 7pm PST, or 10pm EST.

Lady Sassa and I are hosting chat on Wednesday for all of you hand humping guys. We can do anything together or individually. Like guided masturbation? We love it. Enjoy two girl calls? Then get in on our two girl special.

We will also have prizes as a part of our hosted chat. You must be present in the chat room to win.

Prizes are:

1. Free 10 minute 2 girl call with Sassa, and Tasha
2. Free 10 minute call with Sassa
3. Free 10 minute call with Tasha

Specials Wednesdays:

1. Two girl calls are $3.50 per minute on Wednesdays 12:01am PST to Midnight Thursday
2.One girl special with either Sassa or Tasha $99.00 for your first hour for new customers on Wednesdays 12:01am PST to Midnight Thursday
3. $1.99 a minute for all customers on Wednesdays all day starting at 12:01am PST.

You must ask for the Wednesday specials to receive the special prices.

Tasha 1-866-687-3717 ext. 156

Yahoo: TashaTalks2u

AIM: TashaTalks2u

SKYPE: TashaTalks2u

Yahoo: ladysassa07

SKYPE: ladysassa07

Be there! I know I will be!

A Plea for Help (Because Mistress Sassa Knows Me)

2009-06-01T00:45:00.005-06:00

So it looks like the stars will align and I'll be having a mind-bending session with Mistress Sassa later this week. She has been teasing me and making me want to be her little pet for years now. It's been so incredible and I'm so excited every time I get the chance to serve under her.

Mistress knows what I need, even if it's not what I might think I want. She knows that I'm a stroker boy who should never be left to his own devices. She knows that I don't own my body, it is her plaything. She knows that even though I tell her I need to cum every day, the best thing for me is to hold it in, churning and boiling inside me, until she decides I've earned the right to give her my orgasm. She knows that sometimes I need to edge myself to the point of near paralyzing need, occassionally many times a day.

Mistress Sassa, clever and devious woman that she is, knows that I should never know if I'll be going one day, one week, or one month between orgasms. She knows that I can't always use self control, and must be locked in my chastity tube. She knows it will make me more frustrated and needy if I have to milk myself with the aneros instead of cumming. She knows I will beg for her to let me cum.

And she knows she can make me promise to do anything for it. She could make me beg for her to use the points of intrigue on me during my chastity. She could even make plead for her to deny me, to force me to listen to her have an orgasm that I am denied.

So I am hoping to enlist some help from you. It's been a good long while since Sassa has given me permission to release. If you call her this week, please tell her to "Let Ace cum!" (I know none of you will tell her she should deny me....) Maybe if you have a good time with her, she'll be in a really good mood and have mercy on her stroker pet. I don't know how long I can continue to edge every day without promising to do wicked things to myself in her honor. And I can't disobey my Mistress... She owns me so fully and completely.

Thank you... I hope to report some good news next week.

HOWDY!

2009-02-10T01:34:00.002-07:00

So, I haven't been around the blog much lately. (Last 8 months, to be precise.) I've been absent due to time and health restraints, but let me assure you of one thing... Miss Sassa ROCKS!!!

Let me offer a suggestion. This Valentine's Day week, why not do something really, really nice for yourself (and more importantly, for Miss Sassa) and give her a call!

If you've ever spoken with Miss Sassa, you know how she can brighten your day and weave you into her web, all at the same time. And, if you haven't spoken to her, now's the time! You'll be greeted by the most personable, sexy, seductive, funny, and absolutely fantastic woman on the face of the earth. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to be worked over by a true Southern Belle, here's your chance.

In case you're wondering, I am now in my third year as one of Sassa's pets. This blog is all about my journey and serving her, and rest assured that you're reading the words of a very, very satisfied caller! In fact, feel free to leave questions here and I'll be happy to answer them if I can!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to worshiping my Lady. After all, a tiger's got to know his place in life. (At her feet.)

Happy Valentine's Day

A Brief Real World Update....

2008-05-18T17:22:00.002-06:00

A couple of weeks ago I developed a severe and chronic headache problem. Unfortunately, it's become clear that it's something to do with my vision. I know this because spending time staring at a computer screen exacerbates the pain immensely. There's a backlog of postcards from our trip that I need to post, but I'm going to have to wait until the experts figure out how to help me. Hope everyone's doing well. I have no intentions of shutting down this blog, but I thought I'd better explain the slow updates. I'll be back soon!

Milking it for All It's Worth

2008-04-26T22:29:00.005-06:00

Dear Recipient,
Well, more frustration for me. Even though I didn't take any wrong turns this time, Mistress Sassa said pointed out that I've gone waaaay longer than this not cumming. Of course, she whispered this to me while she was sitting in the passenger seat in next to nothing, tugging teasingly at the lock on my cage. I would have started begging, but I know that will just make matters worse.
No one knows who built Aneros-Henge, but some scientists hypothesize it was some ancient culture who had harnessed the power of orgasm denial to call upon the great Pagan goddess, Sassafrassus. Legend has it she would descend from on high, work the men into a lather, and then flip a coin to decide if they got to cum or not. Being a goddess, however, she had the power to control the result. As the story goes, the pleas for relief could be heard hundreds of miles away. In their misguided quest for release, the wisest men of the group invented the Aneros. Sadly, even the wisest men didn't understand the concept of scale...
Well, Ms Sassa is calling me back to the car. I better hurry, this might be my lucky day at last!!!

-ace

P.S. It's okay... I know my plants have died by now.

My Fate is in Your Hands!

2008-04-19T17:51:00.002-06:00

Miss Sassa's started a new Yahoo Group, which I think is pretty cool. It's quickly becoming a great forum for all things Sassa, and a cool way to keep up with all her victims...er... pets. It's been a nice way to stay connected while I'm being denied any relief.

Imagine my surprise when I logged in and found a new poll, entitled "How Long Should I Make ace Wait to Cum?" Yeaaah, I though. Now's my chance! Sadly, the 'soonest' option available is 7 more days, and the 'longest' is never. And it appears that most think I shouldn't be cumming for a loooong time. That's bad enough, but then I noticed that Ms. Sassa has also cast her vote, and has chosen NEVER.

Help!

Simply Having a Ball

2008-04-16T23:40:00.002-06:00

Dear Friends,

It took much longer than expected, but I finally got us to the first stop on the Kinky Road Trip Mistress Sassa and I are taking. I'm standing as I type this, as Mistress paddled me once for every wrong turn I took when I was driving. (We're a month behind schedule, so you can imagine...)

This is a postcard from the World's Biggest Ball Gag, which is a bit off the beaten path... About 30 minutes from Brasslewood, Georgia. As you can see, it's one hell of a gag. I had been whining to Miss Sassa that I hadn't got to cum in a few days, and she threatened to gag me if I didn't quiet down. As soon as I saw her grin at this thing, I shut up good.

This historic ball gag was built by Eulene G. Stodbot in 1973 in response to the Godzilla Attack fears of that decade. Stodbot surmised that gagging the nuclear monster would prevent him from breathing fire and bloody terror down upon the good people of Georgia. Unfortunately, Godzilla was fictional and Stodbot, who tested all his own inventions, developed a horrible, chronic bout of TMJ. Defeated, Stodbot tossed the gag into a nearby cornfield, where it remains to this day.

Mistress Sassa promises me that, if I can get to our next landmark in a timely fashion, she'll consider unlocking my cock cage for a little bit. She won't go into details... Is a little bit five seconds or five days? Is there a chance I might get to cum when it comes off? She's not saying, so I guess I'll just try to be a good tiger and not make any more mistakes. I'm sure I can persuade her with my tiger charms to let me have a little relief, right? RIGHT?!!! GRRRROOOOOOWLLLLLL!!! It's been so long!!!

Pleeeeeaaaase, Miss Sassa? PLEAAAAASE?

Eh, er... Um... Anyway.... Hope this postcard finds you all well. I didn't think I was going to spend the whole trip being teased and tormented, but I am with Miss Kinkerbell herself, Mistress Sassa. I should have known!

Well Wishes,
ace

P.S. jem, did you remember to water my plants?
P.P.S. Billy, did you remember to remind jem to water my plants?

The Journey is Afoot!

2008-02-28T00:34:00.001-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted about our road trip lately... We've been taking the long way to get to the first location. Here's why!

Someone's sent a TerminACEr 3000 back in time to stop us from visiting the top ten kinkiest sites in the world! Why, I don't know. But now that we've got a good look at what we're dealing with, I'm feeling much better. As long as Ms Sassa drives at or above the posted speed limit, we should have no trouble staying ahead of this robotic evil-doer.

I'll be sending my first postcard soon!

The Road Goes Ever On...

2008-02-15T00:01:00.003-07:00

It's been another long while since I've been able to post here, but there's been some great advancements in my service to Mistress Sassa. Now that she's turned the cookie factory into a kinky factory, she's had a LOT more access to devices designed to tame the modern tiger. Here I sit at my keyboard, the CB-30,000 locked on to keep me from growling too loud, the fang-proof ball gag firmly in place, and three of my four paws shackled to the chair. Mistress Sassa says I might have a chance of getting some relief as long as I update you on my latest adventures before Midnight on February 14th... Otherwise, it's the televibe for me! (And I know what you're thinking... What kind of punishment is that? Well, if you've ever called Ms. Sassa, you know how her mind works. Any fun toy can be an instrument of pure torture. Hmmm... Now that I think about it, that might not be so bad after all.)

Starting this weekend, Mistress has ordered me (like she even needs to at this point) to join her in her cross country tour to the Ten Most Kinky Landmarks in America. It's going to take weeks to see everything, so I hope she plans on giving me a little relief from the cage before we go. (Please? Pleeeeeeeease?) Once we're on the road, I'm sure it's gonna be all about how worked up and growly she can make me while I'm all locked up and at her mercy. I'm in charge of the map, but with my lack of opposable thumbs and ball gag preventing me from speaking, I have a feeling I'll get paddled on nearly every leg of our journey.

On our way, Mistress has told me we may make some extra stops. I'm really wanting to visit the home towns of my old pals from days gone by. If you're reading this, don't be surprised if a large, whiny, locked up tiger and his absolutely stunning owner soon appear on your doorstep. And DON'T try to pretend you're not home! I'm a tiger, for pete's sake. I'll just burst through the door if I have to. And you'd better have some water ready, because long-term denial tigers tend to get parched.

I can't believe Mistress Sassa's willing to let me share this journey with her! I'm the luckiest tiger in the world! Now I'll just post this and let the timestamp show that I finished my task before midnight. Whew, that was a close one.

The Inner Sanctum

2008-01-12T15:59:00.001-07:00

“ Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change. ” - Stephen Hawking

"Ace, my pet. You are doing so well. You haven't begged ONCE today for relief. Now, that may have something to do with the gag, but... He he he. Aw, don't think those puppy dog eyes of yours are going to get you anywhere. You know this is for the best. Besides, I can't seem to remember where I put the key for your cage. Don't worry, I'm sure it's around here somewhere.

I just spoke with my lawyer and he says the paperwork is all in order. As of today, the cookie factory, mansion, and your collection of sports cars belong to me. I got the custom "BOSS" plates for the corvette you bought me, and I can't wait to take it out for a spin! But before I do, there are a few things we need to discuss.

You see, my little stroker pet, I'm not into making cookies right now. So I've decided to convert the operations over to something near and dear to my heart. That's right, the Cookie Factory is now the Kinky Factory... and that second factory I 'persuaded' you to build in the back of the complex? That's going to be my new Sissy Factory. Can you imagine? I can't wait for the first clients to show up so I can provide them with the guidance they need.

Aw, don't struggle so, my pet. You'll hurt yourself. I'll untie you from that chair when the time is right. And there is one more thing to take care of first. I know you're wondering why I had you build this Cookie Beam 3000... Like a good little slave, you paid for it without question. And I'm so proud of you for that. But the truth is, it's not for cookies... It's for your lovely Mistress.

Things are changing now, and I think it's time I take myself to the next level....

Stop squirming, sweetie. I know how excited you must be as I stand here disrobing, but that cock cage isn't going to budge... You might as well take some deep breaths.

Now, I've put the 'activate' in your hand... I'm going to sit on the table underneath the Cookie Beam, and when I say so, you need to push the button and transform me into my new, improved self. And if you don't do it exactly when I say so, you can bet I'll have a lot harder time remembering where I put that key.

Take one last look, things are about to get a whole lot crazier and sexier, my pet. Now, on the count of three, push the button.

One...

Two...

Three..."

PUSH THE BUTTON

Company Information Leaked!

2008-01-11T17:01:00.000-07:00

MSNBC SPECIAL REPORT -

The Man Slave Network Broadcast Company has recently obtained this document, which was leaked by a former employee of Ace Cookies. The elf, referred to here as "Sprinkles," delivered the letter to our newsroom minutes after being dismissed from his job. Stay tuned for more as the story unfolds.

Mansion Construction

2008-01-10T16:32:00.000-07:00

CNN SPECIAL REPORT
The Cocks News Network interrupts coverage of Bear Butcher: The Princess Grace Trial to bring you breaking news from nearby Ace Mansion.

Since last week's rumored appearance by the mysterious WonderAce, many have speculated that (A) WonderAce has killer gams and (B) that there may be some connection between the lasso lady and Ace Papadopolis (known more commonly as Ace Strokes, the founder of Ace Cookies and Fine Confections.)

Attempts to question Mr. Strokes have revealed a startling story... The cookie factory, once buzzing with sugary smoke stacks and the pitter patter of indentured servant elf feet, is changing. A sign on the front gate reads, "Ace Cookies is Under Renovation. Please pardon our dust." Near the far South end of the compound, girders and scaffolding have begun to pop up. Several construction personnel have been spotted unloading what appears to be a pink corvette into the garage. At night, neighbors swear they can hear the desperate howls of a forlorn and frustrated predatory cat. (The neighbors have very finely tuned hearing.)

Company spokesman and evil doppleganger Bugsy "Not-Ace" Francisco delivered a brief, yet cryptic message to the press just moments ago. "Da cookie factory ain't finished. Dey's jus makin' some, er... improvements to da technology." Then, a team of lawyers arrived, caught Not-Ace's eye, and he finished the press conference with a brief, "Now amscray."

As the legal team disappeared into the catacombs of the complex, reporters were left confused and curious. Is there something insidious developing behind the iron bars of Ace Mansion? Has the cookie maven and bdsm enthusiast finally snapped? Will 300 elves have to file for unemployment? CNN is committed to bringing you up to the date information, so please stay tuned.

Goodnight, Blue Prince

2007-12-01T23:39:00.000-07:00

I almost jumped out of my star spangled underoos when I heard that my friend and occasional blackmailer, Billy Bear, was shot. (It obviously wasn't me who committed the crime, I have several "colleagues" who would swear I was working the register at Burger King when it happened.) I hear an investigation is currently underway. I hope they catch the overly endowed gunwoman, whomever she may be.

I better fill you all in quick... The phone is ringing off the hook, and some jerk in a fedora's been by knocking at my door five times today already. If I don't make a public statement soon people are going to wonder...

The blue one has been a loyal and constant presence during my adventures here, so I felt it was my duty to make sure his much-abused sidekick and cat, Robo-Mittens was taken care of. I took the WonderTiger Lotus over to the now under construction Billy Labs 2.0, pleased to see that the latest lethal upgrades have allowed Robo-Mittens a more natural appearance.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered no one had told RM what had happened. I'll never forget the look on her face...RoboMittens' despair turned quickly to revenge, and she began mewing "Eye for an eye! Eye for an eye!" Yes, it was as creepy as it sounds. I tossed RM a few bucks to finish her education, said my goodbyes, and wished her well on her quest. She looked off into the distance for a moment, then darted away. Strange cat.

Walking back to the Lotus, I noticed a beat-up, singed cigar box. Possibly the only thing that didn't completely burn in the fire. Inside, I found a single photo...
I pocketed it, of course. But who knows if it'll ever come in handy. The bear's gone, right?

I wonder what college RoboMittens will go to.

To be continued...

I'm Still Around

2007-11-20T22:49:00.001-07:00

Well, this is what happens when I start working too much and stop giving my wonderful Mistress Kate the attention she deserves. Now, here I am, in a locked paddock in the center of a hedge maze in the east yard of Ace Mansion, my right paw chained to a hook in the cement.

You can see, now, why it's been so long since I've had a report about my training. Locked here with only my laptop and the naughty thoughts planted by Ms Kate, my only hope is to finish my work quickly so I can play again.

Each day, my sharp tiger eyes catch a glimpse of Ms Kate enjoying the pool. (She's taken over the mansion while I'm incarcerated.) With the CB-30,000 (a special size created for tigers) locked on, I have actually begun to hope each day that she'll wear a swimsuit when she goes for her morning swim. She rarely does.

I'm going insane with a hunger that can't be sated by the cookie-meal food she has the staff feed me every night. I need to call, but right next to my blanket under the willow tree lies a computer filled with chores that need finishing. Ms Kate giggles when she asks me if I've finished my work yet. I have to growl a no each time... But it's getting closer.

If all goes well, I'll get unlocked before I have to start purring and begging and saying the "anything" word. Though maybe that will please her, too.

I adore Ms Kate as much as ever... Were she to open my cage(s) right now and allow me freedom with another, I would choose captivity. I must have patience and faith that, as she says, "my time will come."

Thank you for your patience, Ms Kate. Thank you for your patience, my few but loyal readers. I hope to make parole soon!

Happy Anniversary, Ms Kate!!!!

2007-10-05T00:57:00.001-06:00

One year ago today, I got to speak to my wonderful Ms Kate for the first time! It has been an incredible year! Thank you so much for all you've done for me this last year! I can't wait for the future!

Your Devoted ace

A View from the Cage

2007-09-18T01:00:00.000-06:00

WARNING: Based on my current condition, free-form thought may ensue below.

On Friday my new CB-3000 arrived. I had been a little nervous up to that point, but as soon as I took the cage out of the box and saw it in true life I was weak in the knees. It's real now, something imminent that I will wear, in whatever way pleases Mistress Kate.

Deep breaths, ace... You can do this...

The truth is, I find this whole thing exhilarating. It's the logical next step in my service to Ms Kate. Real life on my end prevents me from being locked full time, but we are finding ways to involve the cage that I didnt' think were possible. As I look back over the past eleven months, I can see the design and path that she has led me on, preparing me for this next step in our adventure. She has taken me from about a three day lapse between orgasms to now...

Breathe.. Relax...

Amazingly, the fact that I am at 27 days of "no cummies" (four days past my record) doesn't deter my thrill. Nor does the fact that I am expecting at least 20 more days of denial. October 5th, which will be day 45, is my one year anniversary of the first time Ms Kate took the steering wheel of my life and shifted into fifth gear. Sure, I am wracked with want and need, ache and desire, throbbing and....

Breeeeathe, ace...

Where was I? Ah, yes... I am headed out on a business trip at the end of the week. Ms Kate told me to get some plastic locks for the cage, so I'm sure she is planning some devious things for me on the trip. I'll be gone a week, and I fully expect to locked away the whole time, unable to touch, unable to feel the....

Wheeeeeeeewww..... Concentrate, ace. You're gonna make it.

So I've been getting used to the cage a bit each day leading up to my trip. I think I finally found the right fit. It's good to have locked up friends who will i.m. you some advice when necessary. I found that the hardest part for me was getting in the tube. I've been getting so frazzled sexually with being on denial that it's been difficult to squeeze into the cage. In fact, on every occasion so far I have had the assistance of ice to make everything shrink down enough to fit in. Once inside and locked in, everything is fitting really well and I don't think I'm going to have any problems.

It really is torture to have that tube on. I can't feel anything through it and the holes are designed to provide access to the least sensitive parts. I am amazed at how minimal feeling is even from tapping the plastic. And, of course, the more I can't feel, the more I wish I could feel, and the more desperate I get, and...

rrrrrrr..... grrrrrrrrr....... Not now... Stay calm......

..........

So I'm sitting here now typing this with the cage on, taking breaks when my mind tells my cock to get hard. Things go from okay to very tight fast. I am aching so much to have a "cummie", but I am doing what Ms Kate said to do... Taking it one day at a time.

Each morning I wake up happy that I am one day closer to our anniversary date, and I haven't failed yet. The aneros and I had a visit last night and I thought the ensuing milking would relieve some of my mental need to cum. Instead, it just made me want it more. Each day I think I will do okay, but as the days turn to weeks and months, I am getting excited by the simplest things... Car going over a speed bump, walking, getting my hair cut by a girl with a southern accent.

And in the hours that I'm wearing the cage, I feel like I've finally truly given control of my pleasure to Ms Kate. It's like she's actually wrapped her hand right around me and said, "This belongs to me. I decide when it gets to cum." And that is sooo, soooo......

......................deep breath................................

You know what? It is worth the discomfort to get to have such delicious thoughts about my beautiful mistress. There is no luckier pet than I. Thank you Ms Kate for helping me take this giant step forward.

your devoted ace

Caged Tiger?

2007-08-26T22:18:00.000-06:00

Well, it looks like I haven't quite gone a whole month since my last post. As always, I try not to go so long between posts, but real life issues have a way of laughing in my face when I make a commitment to write more frequently.

A lot has happened since my last post... The work that's been kicking my rear is easing up, and I am very happy to report that I am only about a month away from my first anniversary as Ms Kate's pet. Some have wondered my reasons behind calling only Ms Kate all this time. It is certainly not by her design, as she has told me many times she is fine with me calling other mistresses if that is my heart's desire. It's not because I think poorly of any other mistresses. Some of them I consider good friends, and I know they are fantastic at what they do. My calling habits have more to do with the personal journey I am taking, and the fact that I clicked immediately with Ms Kate. The bond we form by my being exclusive can't be faked, and that is what I was looking for.

And what a year it has been, too. When I look back at my journey over the months, it becomes more clear that Ms Kate has slowly been guiding me along, helping me learn things about myself and discovering new avenues of interest. The stakes keep getting more and more interesting as our calls progress.

Recently I took a trip to some ocean front property, and Ms Kate offered to do a special call with me that wouldn't have been possible normally. She set the stakes... If I did the call as she specified, I'd have a good chance to cum. If not, she got to pick out ANY toy to add to the toybox she's been helping me build. ANY toy.

Well, of course, the excitement of this special call was more than my two-weeks-of-denial body could pass up, so I accepted the challenge. I got to the beach, and after a few technical holdups I was all set to IM Ms Kate and let her know I could do the call. Well, I got sooo excited, I tripped on some stairs and dropped my cell phone, which basically split in half.

The call wasn't gonna happen. Damn it to hell! I felt bad for letting Ms Kate down, and for missing out on a rare opportunity.

I let Ms Kate know what happened, and then got back from my trip just in time for the most recent installment of Midnight Madness. Ms Kate decided that was the perfect time to tell me what toy I'd be purchasing.

A CB-3000!!!!

I know I went silent for a bit, but everyone else in the chatroom got reaaaaal chatty, telling me congratulations, laughing, having a great time. What a nice bunch of people........

Ms Kate went on, telling me she may just let it sit there in our toy box for a few days or weeks, just letting me think about it. Then, she said she might have me get it out during our calls and make me wonder if that will be the day she tells me to lock it on. And finally, one day, when I least expect it, she might edge me until I can't take it anymore, make me think I'm going to get to cum, then tell me "hands off and put on the cage".

Kinda scary... Kinda exciting... I'm really anticipating playing with the cage. I think this could be the start of another great adventure with my wonderful mistress. Thank you, Ms Kate for your kind attention, naught nature, and friendship.

Cookie, Anyone?

2007-07-29T00:59:00.000-06:00

Ms Kate put a cool fortune cookie on her blog, so I thought I'd try my hand at one. (You know I can't resist cookie based entertainment.) Click on the cookie and read your fortune.

Create your custom cookie at bigoo.ws

Descent into Midnight Madness

2007-07-27T15:10:00.000-06:00

I'm a few days late in writing this update, but if you are any of the valiant few who still check my blog from time to time, you know that any posts from me are a miracle.

Monday was a day of frustrations for me, but I think writing it all out helped me feel a bit more relaxed. What I hadn't stated clearly in my post is that I, at that point, had tied my record for most days without cumming. (I can hear an utter lack of sympathy from jem here.) So there I was, with just enough free time to gather my thoughts, and I realized it had been 23 days since I'd had any release. And I knew that there was a good possibility that I wouldn't be able to call for a few more days. And much of this was my own fault, since I had taken more work on and didn't plan ahead some time to call Ms Kate.

Then Tuesday rolled around and I realized there was a chance I'd be able to have some quiet time to call, just after the end of Midnight Madness. You can imagine my anticipation, now at 24 days, at the prospect of calling. I thought about it aaaaaallll day and into the evening. It was really difficult to be patient, but I knew my time would come if I just waited for my chance. I was pacing myself well, felt pretty confident about keeping my composure until I could call Ms Kate.

Then the Midnight Madness chat started. I hope I can remember what follows with some accuracy, but I'm sure jem will correct me if I missed something important. (On second thought, jem was having troubles of her own. Well, you'll see...)

It's always a pleasure for me when Ms Kate orders me to come sit next to her on the couch. I did so with great joy in my heart, as usual. My excitable self started thinking about calling, and Ms Kate and Ms Grace announced they were going to take two-girl calls during chat. I didn't think much about that because, as most of you probably know, I only call Ms Kate. (A choice I made and am very content with, not a commentary on anyone else. There are several women working at LDW that I think are fun and lovely, Ms Grace among them.)

Well, suddenly, Ms Grace is sitting on the other side of me, and I realized too late that I had become the target for this week's festivities. Knowing my calling habits, they decided to torture me a little. Because of my condition, I was already experiencing foggy thinking. So it you can imagine how I felt when Ms Kate ordered me to stand, and then she stood in front of me and Ms Grace rubbed against me from behind. She started stroking me and talked over my shoulder to Ms Grace about how good I am at not cumming unless I'm given permission. Ms Kate kept telling me not to cum without permission... Ms Grace was asking me if I needed to... They were kissing each other while rubbing up against me... It went on like this for a little bit.

Remember my comment about poor jem from earlier? Well, she had finished her last orgasm of the day (see her blog for details) right before coming to the chat, and I think the idea of our mistresses in such a tangle made her wish she'd saved one for chat.

At some point pantysue commented to me that it's the first time she'd seen someone fake NOT cumming... Sadly for me she was wrong... I was not faking. But I was in a dark and desperate place.

The tease continued. At some point I even mentioned I was getting desperate enough to consider saying "anything" to get to cum. (Ms Kate locked that one away for later.) They just taunted and teased and told me I should call them right then. It was all in good fun, but as you know good fun to these two usually involves some pretty torturous scenarios for us.

Of course, I'm sure they both suspected I wouldn't do a two-girl call, but they enjoyed it nonetheless, as did I. A+ tease all the way! And thank you so much Ms Kate and Ms Grace for targeting me... Made me feel very special. All kidding aside, I am very fortunate to count you both as friends on this very interesting journey of mine.

Anyway, after Midnight Madness ended, it was time for my "Kate Date." Now 24 days out from release, and driving near the brink of insanity by a cyber-tease, I was more than ready! We chatted for a minute, then got right into things. It was amazing as usual, Ms Kate had prepared a very special treat for my call that made it EVEN HARDER to hold back, but I was able to.

I have noticed something lately. Ms Kate is still as incredible as ever on the phone, but there seems to be an extra devious spark in our calls, a twinge of that devilish attitude of hers, that has just skyrocketed these calls into the stratosphere. She is really good at making me worry/look forward to the next surprise she has in store. It's electric!

And then, I realized something. Since she knew I was desperate enough to tell her I'd do anything if I got to cum, she was not going to let me unless I DID say it. You'd think I'd learn.

Of course, I did say it, in a moment of absolutely fevered desperation. And it seemed an eternity while she laughed and considered this request, before finally telling me what that anything would be. I agreed in about a nanosecond, not concerned with such minor details as the consequences of our agreement. She gave me permission to cum, and that was all I cared about at that point.

Ms Kate, thanks to me saying "anything," it was a very interesting day for me at work on Wednesday. But it was worth it!!! Thank you so much for your time and patience with me and for being such a wonderful mistress and friend!

All Work and No Play Makes Ace a Dull Boy

2007-07-23T16:16:00.001-06:00

I work too much.

I always have. I am a workaholic. And it's not because I'm struggling financially. I'm not Bill Gates, but I do take care of the bills from month to month. Currently, I'm building a business which requires me to spend a lot of after hours time working. It will be better soon, as long as I don't keep taking more projects on than I need to. And I usually don't, unless they serendipitously fall into my lap.

I am feeling so frustrated today. Once again I find myself biting off more in the real world than I should chew, and it's taking away all of my free time. I want to update this blog more frequently. I want to be updating Ms Kate's shrine more as well. I want to spend more time chatting with my friends and reading and responding to their blogs. Most importantly, it's been three weeks since I got to talk to the ever lovely Ms Kate, and I am definitely scratching the walls to get a call in.

Not just for the reasons you might imagine, though those building are there in full force as well, but because calling and chatting and blogging have come to represent a certain playfulness that is so needed in my life. Also, Ms Kate is very good at making me decompress and lower my stress level... something of which I am always grateful.

There is this tiger in me that has been waking up for a few months now, see, and I suppose you can guess who has been waking it up. And now it is getting harder and harder for the little friendly kitty-cat part of me to just go through life with my eyes to the ground, nose to the grindstone. Gone are the days of letting people walk all over me like a doormat... My eyes have been opened and I've grown some stripes, and I like feeling confident and self-sure. That tiger knows how to show itself better than it ever has, and now it's difficult to change him back into a kitten. And, right now, I've taken on some projects that have left the tiger pacing, growling in a makeshift chicken wire pen. It's only a matter of time before the tiger realizes he can jump.

The tiger and I have been talking a lot today. We sent the kitten out for some peppermint ice cream (good luck finding it in the summer, sucka!) and have been discussing our options. We're both mad we haven't got to spend more time with Ms Kate and the rest of our friends.We both feel that the best thing to do is for me to STOP WORKING so many extra hours and make sure I have set aside at least one evening a week that I can just devote to calling and chatting with someone who can tame the tiger, namely Ms Kate. We both feel this will help keep the tiger tame and happy. And when the tiger is happy, Ace is happy.

So, with a hopeful heart and the support of giant predatory cat, I re-double my efforts!

Getting to Know U

2007-06-27T01:11:00.000-06:00

Princess Grace posted a challenge on her blog... Seemed like fun, so here is my response.

1) Are you left handed or right handed? Which direction does the top of your head lean when you kiss on the lips?

Right handed... And let's see... *smooch* Looks like I tilt my head to the right. Hmmm.. Learn something new every day I suppose.

2) What is the first "non-physical" feature you tend to notice about a person you find attractive?

Boy, this is gonna sound cheesy, but this is me being honest... A kind heart.

3) How many times to you tend to cum a week? (if not on restriction, and just left to your own devices)

I can't remember. LOL... Just kidding. I was a stroker boy before I started calling Miss Kate... Between 10 and 14 times. (Follow up question: When you say devices.....)

4) Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?

Amazing sex. I love the mental connection of it. Don't get me wrong... Oral sex is wonderful, if I remember correctly... But if I had to chose only one... I would chose amazing sex.

5) What can a lover do to turn you on instantly?

Run their fingers through my hair while they whispers dirty things in my ear.. It makes me purr like a kitten.

6) When you orgasm, do you hold your breath?

It depends on how powerful it is. Lately... yes. Recently I almost passed out! Maybe I should get one of those oxygen mask things like they have in airplanes. That way it can drop down from the ceiling if, um, my cabin has a sudden change in pressure.

There! I did it! Thanks, Princess Grace, that was fun!

ROOOOOOOOARRRR!!!!

2007-06-05T02:01:00.001-06:00

Why am I grinning? Because finally, after a ridiculously long hiatus, I got to call Miss Kate!

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAR!!!!!!!

It's been a difficult road lately, there's been a few "almost" calls over the past few weeks... I had to keep canceling because of other forces in my real world experience. I was starting to feel a bit disconnected from everything. But patience finally paid off with a wonderful call on Sunday that reaffirmed why I click so well with Miss Kate.

I made a decision recently that I'm pretty much going to keep the details of my calls private, just between the two of us. What I will say is that the call began with a great little "catching up" conversation, which I have missed soooooo much. Then, we joked around a bit and started playing.

One of the things I absolutely love is that, since we have done a fair number of calls now, Kate has become very, very adept at judging what I'm feeling just by the subtle changes in my voice and breathing. I don't think it's something I can explain very well, but it is one of the huuuuge benefits of calling one mistress exclusively. By the time the call was done, I was on cloud nine... Back where I belong, kept just a little off balance, wanting more and more, and having the time of my life!

Thank you, my lovely Lady Kate, for a fantastic evening! Thank you for encouraging and being patient with me when my life went haywire, and thank you for that extra personal touch you always give. You've helped me on my journey every step of the way, and I am excited to see what lies just around the corner!

Meanwhile... Back at Ace Mansion....

2007-06-01T16:00:00.000-06:00

Well, well, well.... I'm not sure how it happened or, more importantly, WHY... But when my good friend G.R. told me Lucky Pet had a caged tiger in his possession, curiosity got the best of me. (What do you want? I'm genetically inclined that way.)

So I grabbed my overcoat and fedora and the keys to the Tiger Lotus and sauntered over to Lucky's Hideaway to see for myself. Sure enough, there was a delicious little Tigress/Human crossbreed locked up in a little cage for all to see.

Suddenly, I knew something was up... I could smell, with my highly tuned sniffer, the scent of a blue bear... There was Billy! Hmmm... I've never know LP to instigate problems, but BB... That's another story. I decided to keep quiet and feel out the situation a bit more.

"It's Ace! Or as we now refer to her, ggrrrrACE!" I thought they'd caught me, but BB was pointing to the feminine feline. Apparently, Billy believed he'd transmogrified his cat Mittens and I into one hell of a kitty cat.

I was flabbergasted, but then I noticed my friend and confidante, jem, chiming in as well. "Wonder if I could rent this cat for awhile? I have some problem vermin I'd like to get rid of..."
What a little bitchass!

Lucky's expression drooped. "Oh, shit! I have a hard on for ace!"

I couldn't take it any more... I was speechless, but I just had to correct them. All I could manage was a weak, "...um...?" They turned toward me, not recognizing me in my coat and hat, and I just looked up and the sky and whistled until they looked away again.

How could they have made such a glaring error? I've been running around the country all month opening up new cookie factories in economically desperate regions, but somehow they think they'd captured me and...

Then I noticed something about the captive cat.

A cigar! Well, that explains a lot. I hate the things... Can't stand them... But my sometimes doppelganger not-ace swears by them! (Figuratively and literally.) It appears poor old not-ace was in the wrong place at the wrong time. not-ace looked at me, pleadingly, but I couldn't come to his/her rescue now... I needed to find out more.

I backed away slowly, returned to my car, and drove home. True, not-ace/mittens made quite the combo. My tiger blood boils hottest for Ms Kate, but this creature was nothing to sneeze at. I flipped open my cell and IM'd Ms Kate, letting her know that I was safe and sound.

I was concerned that the wastelands have taken their toll on the gang. Surely this attempted hazing didn't have anything to do with the fact that I didn't join them on their crusade! Maybe I hadn't been the friend to them that I should have been... Maybe in my haste to open more cookie factories I had negleted some posting and comments that I should have taken more care of.

I called my secretary and asked her to ship two crates of cookies each to Ms Kate, Princess Grace, Miz Ava, Ms Veronica, Ms Tara, billybear, jem, lucky pet, bankyboo, and pantysue. However this situation had unfolded, I wanted them to know how much I cared about them. Thinking for a moment, I had Gladys add two more boxes of my experimental tiger-creme shortbreads to billy and lucky's shipments. It seemed they needed a bit of extra TLC.

Now I sit here in my overstuffed chair, reading over the latest numbers from my Anchorage factory, wondering what will become of this latest adventure into insanity. Surely most of the recipients of those cookies will assume foul play at work, we shall see. And as for not-ace/mittens.... As much as I hate to lose both an expensive clone and a close personal friend (mittens is the latter), a cost/benefit analysis of the situation tells me there will be other opportunities. I must patiently await them. In the interim, Mittens is safely locked away in that cage, no longer readily available as a, um, therapeutic distraction, to billy's anger. And something tells me he's gonna be awful sore soon.

Enjoy the cookies, my friends!

Five Things About Ace

2007-05-17T21:36:00.000-06:00

Howdy, all! I had some free time on my hands and am not able to call Miss Kate, so I thought I'd break the wall of anonymity just a bit and reveal a few little trivial things about me. :) (Really, a conversation I had with a friend recently inspired the idea.) Hope you will forgive the indulgence. It's kinda nice to share with friends.

1. I have a huuuge crush on Wonder Woman. It's the comic book geek in me. Sure, that costume is off the hook... (Miss Kate, you can pick one up for yourself and charge it to my account if you want...) ...but I think the thing that intrigues me most about the Amazon Princess is her lasso of truth. Once she gets that golden rope looped around you, you are powerless and must be completely honest with her. And, quite deliciously, if you are able to get rope tied around her, she becomes powerless as well. You just never know when you might get lucky.

2. This one's a bit embarrassing... But we're all friends here, right? Okay, deep breath... Here goes... I LOOOOOOOOOVE "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama. If I am listening to 80's music on the radio and this song comes on, my hand automatically turns the volume to 11. I have no excuse, and I'm not going to apologize! It's a cruel... (it's a cruel!) cruel summah!

3. I don't exactly know how to explain it, but I am fairly certain I have some very raw psychic ability. I will go months without so much as an inkling, but then suddenly my "spidey-sense" will kick in and I get a very clear flash of something important. Often I will sense hardship or need in the life of a close friend. Sometimes I am able to actually "see" something in the near future. There have only been a few times when nothing has come of these flashes, but, in a twist worthy of a Philip K Dick story, these "errors" occur when I have informed someone of my precognition. Perhaps seeing the future really can change the future. Anyway, I had one of these episodes recently and the recipient of my dream was very nice and didn't call me a wacko... Very classy.

4. I have watched every episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in chronological order four times. Fantasy television with a theatrical feel. Sure, there are some duds, but whew... Every time I watch the finale episode of season two, the one where Buffy has to kill the evil Angelus to stop an Apocalypse, and at the last moment he is transformed into the heroic Angel, and Buffy still has to run him through with a sword... Ugh... I cry every time!

I'm really excited that the billybear approved "Succubus Blues" will be arriving from amazon.com on Monday! Ever since they cancelled Buffy I have been jonesing for more. Thanks again to Billy for the recommendation.

5. I have a real world situation that can at times be a bit hairy. Recently it's been worse than usual. I probably won't ever be able to share many specifics about that, but if you are reading this you are most likely one of the people who has been helping me get through it. I've had a blast in the chat room this week, first at Midnight Madness on Tuesday and then a rare but quite entertaining appearance at Tease Time tonight. My cheeks are sore from the much needed smiles and laughter! Thanks, everyone! You're great!

"The Kate Who Was Great"

2007-04-30T23:34:00.000-06:00

My world was so dreary, dismal and grey
I sat there with nothing to do
Then a knock at the door and oh, wonderful day...
The Kate Who Was Great walked right through.

What a cool drink of water, this Kate was, for sure.
From her twinkling eyes to her feet.
One would be hard pressed to call her demure
But her devilish grin seemed so sweet.

"Well, hi, there," she said, in her sugary voice.
And I stuttered, "Hello, who are you?"
She grabbed my right hand, didn't give me a choice
And said, "I heard you were bored. Is it true?"

I replied that I was, and hung my head low.
But she lifted my chin with her hand.
"Oh, acey, my dear, I'm surprised you don't know
I'm here to make life extra grand!"

With a wink of her eye and a bump of her hip
She pushed me right on to the couch.
And she pulled out a bag, and I bit my lip
It was clear that the girl was no slouch.

Then she reached in and pulled out a quizzical thing
And asked, "Have you two not met?"
I looked at the object and quickly thinking
Said, "Of course.. Er... Um.. No, Miss, not yet."

"What is it, Miss Kate, my most beautiful rose?"
Though I thought with this question I'd lose her.
"Well, acey, some call it the great Aneros.
But I call it the Begging Inducer."

Then she showed me some more toys, Toy A and Toy B
And several with warnings I heeded
While she didn't take out one that locked with a key
I knew that a lock wasn't needed.

With a giggly laugh, she looked in my eyes.
And said, "Now, ace, dear, remember...
No cummies until I say so, or otherwise...
You can't ask again 'til September."

"Now's the fun part," she smiled. I started to twitch.
She whispered some words in my ear.
I leaned my head back as she flipped on a switch.
And soon, then, I realized my fear.

All the toys she'd hooked up to me had a design.
To force me to feel my blood boil.
I started to worry, felt the first warning sign.
I could only hold back with great toil.

"May I cum, please, Ms Kate?" I pleaded and moaned.
But she paid no great care to my groin.
"I don't think I can take it! Please, Miss!" I groaned.
And she held in my face a small coin.

"Heads or tails?" She cooed slyly. I thought for a bit...
But the blood had gone out of my brain.
I would either choose wisely or be in deep shit
Filled with bliss or feel sharp blue ball pain.

So I shouted, "Heads! Heads!" And she flipped that damn coin.
And then caught it as easy as pie.
My penis was worked over like prime tenderloin.
I was just about ready to cry.

As I sat in a sweat, she turned up the dial
So that every device was at "Max".
Trying so hard to simmer, I gave a weak smile...
Cock protesting my attempt to relax.

Ever so slowly, she then looked at that quarter
"Are you so close you're ready to burst?"
I thought "Well, Hell yes!" but a "Yeah..." seemed much shorter.
I was fearing now that coin was cursed.

She said, "Well, guess what, my little stroke pet?"
It appears that I flipped a 'tails'...
So hands off right now, and put it away!"
I pleaded but to no avail.

Then she gathered her toys up, quick as you please
Waved and winked slyly at me, quite sexy.
And I sat in my chair, jaw dropped down to my knees.
How did I let such a sexy girl vex me?

Then I pulled up my pants, in a most careful way.
At my desk I sat back down to stew.
But I noticed that instead of the sky's boring grey.
The color was now brilliant blue.

A Present for Ms Kate

2007-04-30T00:28:00.000-06:00

Ms Kate... I have been so busy this weekend, but I took a little time to go buy this pink Mustang for you and customize it with a bit of fairy dust. (Those are actual fairy wands I changed out the wiper blades for!)

I think it will look good next to my tiger car.... *blush*

Will you accept? :)

Midnight Madness Goes Mad!!!

2007-04-26T01:30:00.000-06:00

To see my report of the latest Midnight Madness, click on over to Kate Rules the Earth.

And now, a Public Service Announcment

2007-04-24T19:20:00.000-06:00

If you agree... Please post your support here! Every vote counts!

Suprise Witness

2007-04-22T18:48:00.000-06:00

So billy bear is now claiming he actually owns the cloud car he's been flaunting me with, and I was reasonably sure he had actually just paid some homeless guy to take a picture of him standing next to it. His obviously doctored photo proving otherwise didn't help his case either. (See below.)
We have a saying over at ace mansion. "If you eat all the cookies leave a note." And we have another saying, which might be more appropriate here, which is "The truth with set you free." This brave homeless Care Bear has stepped forward to set the record straight. Here follows the interview he granted me. For the purposes of anonymity, we will call him not-ace:

ace: Thank you for your help. I'm sure there are at least five or six people that want to get this whole situation sorted out.
not-ace: Glad ta help.
ace: How do you figure into this story?
not-ace: I was the homeless guy who took da picture.
ace: You are referring to the picture of billy standing next to "Princess" in the cloud car?
not-ace: Dat's right.
ace: How did you come to take the picture?
not-ace: Well, dis billy guy comes up to me and hands me dis camera and sez to me... "Hey, homeless dude..." (He likes to use da word 'dude' a lot) "Hey, homeless dude, there's this dude I know who just got a tiger painted Lotus. And, duuude! It's sweet!"
ace: And you were all like...?
not-ace: Yeah, I was all like, what da hell? I don't care. And den he sez, "I'm gonna go stand next to that cloud car with my, er, girlfriend. I'll give you three dollars to take a picture."
ace: So then what happened?
not-ace: Well, he went over to da car and, um... can I say inflated on TV?
ace: Yes, but this isn't TV.
not-ace: He inflated his, uh... girlfriend and set her in da car. And I asked if he was gonna sit next to her and he sez no, because he'll activate da car alarm.
ace: Interesting.
not-ace. Nope. Not even a little. But den I looks down and I realize it ain't no camera, it's a ViewMaster. And dere was a reel in it.
ace: Oh, I see. What was on the reel?
not-ace: Looked like Hello Kitty. Some guys got a thing for dat, I know. So I tells him I can't take a picture with a ViewMaster. He sez some swears, den runs over to da drug store across da street to buy a disposable camera.
ace: So, long story short, he paid you to take a photo of him standing in front of someone else's car.
not-ace: Sure, why not. Den he ran off and didn't even pay me da three dollars. At least I got a ViewMaster out of it.
ace: Thank you for sharing your rivetting story with us. Now, to wrap up, I would like to verify that you are in fact a homeless Care Bear and not a hastily cloned and transmogrified version of myself.
not-ace: Dat's right. How would a homeless guy like me, who is one, ever pay for some sort of cloning/transmogrifying process? Whaddaya think I am? Some sort of rich guy who lives in a mansion and drives a Tiger Lotus? I am not-ace, not ace.
ace: That's good enough for me!
not-ace: Well, you're da one dat wrote it.
ace: Idiot! How do you turn this recorder off? Argh!!!!

END OF INTERVIEW

I think that puts this controversy to bed. Have a nice day everyone!

Go Go Gadget... Tiger Car!

2007-04-22T12:57:00.000-06:00

How do you like the new ride? I've been reserving a spot in the mansion garage for the perfect vehicle, and now I've finally found it. I was going to add a big giant tiger tail on the back, but decided that would be a bit ostentatious.

Before you ask, though... No, you can't have a ride. It's a two-seater, and you know one of those seats belongs to Miss Kate. In fact, I will probably let her drive most of the time, as I think she'll be able to get us out of speeding tickets a lot better than I can.

Hope you're all enjoying the "2.0" version of my little corner of cyberspace. Life is starting to allow me more time to enjoy blogging, so you will probably be seeing a lot more of me here. All visitors and comments are welcome, and all I ask in return is you keep it respectful and fun!

I've been a little under the weather this last week, so I started reading "The Vampire Chronicles" by Anne Rice. I'm just finishing up the first book, and I have to say I can see why these books are so popular. Large, sweeping epics using the vampire as a sympathetic creature... I'm starting to understand why people develop a vampire fetish.

The other fun-ness I've been having lately is playing the "Midnight Madness" game in the Community Kink chat room every Tuesday. If you haven't checked it out yet, you should! It's a blast and you can win some yummy prizes! Try to be there no later than 11:59 pm Eastern Time... Because at Midnight, the madness begins!

No One Cares What I Think, But...

2007-04-21T11:48:00.000-06:00

I have debated for a long time about writing this post. I will try to keep this focused and brief, and I hope you will all take it at face value.

There is a great deal of diversity amongst us about what is appropriate and healthy when it comes to PSO's and BDSM practices. There is a camp of people who believe that PSO calls should only ever be thought of as a brief dalliance into fantasy. And then there are those who seek a deeper connection with their phone mistress, making it a very personal part of their life.

What's the answer? Is one the correct attitude and one a mistake? I don't think so. Just as ice cream comes in many different flavors to cater to many different tastes, so, too does phone sex. I am certainly not into all the same things that many of my online friends are, and I like things I know they don't as well.

I applaud those who are willing to share their journey with us. As I have stated previously on this blog and on other forums, information is the greatest path to understanding. That, as well as to chronicle of my journey, is why I started this blog to begin with. It takes a great deal of bravery, even when using a pen name, to share such a personal part of one's self with the world at large.

We live in a very turbulent world, I think I'm not presuming too much to say so. The reason for this, at least in part, is that we don't understand each other. When I read about heated disagreements in the blogs, it reminds me to feel more open about asking and answering questions to those who sincerely want to communicate about my views. So much of the disagreement that goes on in our community is caused by ignorance. ( I use ignorance here in it's purest form - a lack of understanding. There is NO derogatory meaning intended.)

Believe it or not, we are one community and are stronger together than we are apart. Those of you who know me know I am a big stickler for showing respect and class when dealing with others, whether they have earned it or not. I don't make public comments about in-fighting because I think it just adds fuel to the fire, and, frankly, it's usually none of my business in the first place. I also don't wish to cause additional controversy. I usually DO have an opinion, but you will be hard pressed to discover what that opinion is unless I trust you to understand my reasons. And if the situation warrants it, and my involvement can affect a positive change, I will get involved.

Thank you to all of you, clients, mistresses, and chatters alike who have made my time here so much fun. I have, with only one or two small exceptions, been treated with dignity and respect during my time among you. It is my fervent hope that others will receive the same friendship and support that you have shown me.

Ace :)

2007-04-03T10:31:00.000-06:00

Well, believe it or not, I'm still around and kicking. I've been really busy with work and the harsh realities of the real world, but things have calmed down considerably and I am enjoying getting more focused again with lovely Ms Kate.

We have been having an absolute blast at the weekly Tuesday night Midnight Madness chatroom sessions at Community Kink. Every week Ms Kate and Ms Grace present 10 questions about themselves and the chatter who answers the most questions (correctly) first wins a prize! The stars must have aligned last week, as I won! (Thanks in no small part to my good pal Marikiss, who let me copy her notes.) And the last part of the chat is always a reversal of the situation, with the ladies asking about the chatters. Fun stuff, I highly recommend you get there tonight at 11:59 pm Eastern Time so you don't miss out on the craziness!

Additionally, I got to have a really nice session with Ms Kate last week. It had been a couple of weeks since we had talked, and I can tell that it really helped me get my focus back to talk to her on the phone. We started exploring a new territory for me, which was mentally a little overwhelming at first, but incredibly nice feeling. I think I will leave it at that, other than to say that part of my homework this week was to buy a toy. It arrived yesterday, so who knows what the future brings. I have butterflies in my stomach, and in addition to my nearly two weeks of denial that is creating a very interesting sensation.

Anyway, glad to be back and blogging, hope you all are doing great, and hope to see everyone at the Midnight Madness chat! It's gonna rock!

2007-03-19T14:50:00.000-06:00

Ace in Sugasm #67

2007-02-23T23:06:00.000-07:00

Fri 23rd Feb, 07

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #68? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

First Orgasm (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)

“His thumbs begin to stroke my nipples, and I watched my breath, coming out in little puffs of air, quicken.”

It’s in the Genes (http://www.sex-kitten.net/home.html)

“I found old magazines disguised as photography and drawing magazines but were actually full of nude women and some men […]”

Why You Should Never Sit on Hotel Bedspreads (http://brooklynrake.blogspot.com)

“We are looking for someone who can get a bit rough. Is that you?”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Why Porn’s Already Decided the Next Generation Video Format (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice

Take Your Sick Fantasies to the Shrink (http://adelehaze.com)

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

Erotic Writing and Experiences

The Beginning (http://thebridgeofshame.blogspot.com)

Birthday Wishes (http://loladavid.wordpress.com)

The Black Widow - Erotic Poetry (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)

Correction: Instructive Desire (http://lumpesse.com)

Eclectic Slut part two (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

Fair Play - Part I (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

Hot and heavy (http://marriedexploits.blogspot.com)

A La Carte (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)

The Lilith Quotient, Part The First (http://udoj.wordpress.com)

More Interruptions (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

My Girlfriend the Stripper, part 4 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

The Sex Competition! (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com

Sex & Politics

The Cop vs. The Stripper (http://www.radicalvixen.com/blog)

Morning After Malarky (http://www.jessicagoldharalson.com)

BDSM & Fetish

Escape into Darkness (http://blog.myspace.com/tit_elation)

The Golden Question (http://www.neongolden.com)

In Search of the Inner Lesbian (http://sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com)

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'Da Room

2007-02-16T16:53:00.000-07:00

I just love the chatroom at LDW. I was thinking back today about all the great times I have had in the last few months there. It is the one place where I can go and hang with some cool cats who understand me, support me, and, usually, tease me. (Two kinds of teasing here... Both are best for ace if not overdone...)

I get an absolute rush when I log in to chat and find the Ms Kate is there zapping people with her electric fly swatter, causing mischief, and saving a seat for me next to her on the couch. I have a hard time not tripping over myself getting over there to her as fast as possible. (And last night she even shared her blanket with me and whispered my homework in my ear! Wooo wooo!)

Then there's the other mistresses that are so nice to me, and so much fun to hang around. It's a blast to get to know every one's individual personalities... Some aren't who you suspected at first. For example, I have discovered that Ms Sarah is an incredibly well read and intelligent blogger. Ms Tara has a thing for both thin mints and properly cooked shrimp. Ms Ava is a huge hockey fan. These are things you wouldn't normally know about your local Phone Fantasy Operator, but that's what makes the community at LDW so special.

Of course, there are other partners in crime who visit the chatrooms on a frequent basis. I won't start listing names, as the list would go on forever, but so often when I enter I am immediately greeted with phrases like, "Hey, Ace. Sorry, can't talk right now. I'm hanging over a giant vat of green paint and wearing a clown nose." What? What the hell did I just walk in to? I love it! So often I have to calm down because I burst out laughing within seconds of entering the chat. And, of course, since the antics have usually been going on for awhile, do you think I can get someone to explain what's going on? Fat chance! I just jump in and try to guess which of the opposing forces is going to be dishing out the smacks, and side with them.

There are a lot of great hosted chats there as well. I wish I was more available for them, as it's usually a good bet there will be many friends there. You can read more about them over at the chat website, but there are some great options for everyone, and more coming all the time. Even for the hosted chats I'm not able to attend, I have to give a big applause for those who host them... That extra time they give is such a gift, and it should be noted.

Lastly, a personal note. If you are new to the room, don't be afraid to say hello. If you are being genuine and kind, there are many of us who will welcome you and help you get acclimated. If you say hello and I don't answer, chances are I'm just not keeping up with the flow of the chat, so just try again. I don't intentionally ignore anyone. We are a big family. Occasionally we don't see eye to eye on something, there are lots of different varieties among our ranks, and everyone definitely has their favorite chatters. But there is room for all of us, so don't be afraid to jump right in. If you are respectful and sincere, you will find friends in 'Da Room.

Now, I gotta go find some beads for Ms Kate! Woo hoo! I love Mardi Gras!

It All Came Down to a Coin Flip....

2007-02-14T15:48:00.000-07:00

Hi, everyone. Sorry I was sooooo weird and loopy yesterday, but thanks for your humor, teasing, and support.

I'm not sure what exactly led to my state yesterday, other than I have been working on a lot of things for Ms Kate, who is very near and dear to my heart, so I was thinking about her even more than usual. (If that's even possible. And it's not.) I do have to say, when she posts things like this on her blog, I sure have a hard time concentrating. I'm not saying she's to blame for my flustered condition, but... :) You know I luvs ya, Ms Kate. :)

Aaaanyway.... I got an IM from her last night, and it was apparent that she'd read my previous blog entry, in which I said I'd do anything for a chance to cum. Well, she had some smiles, told me that I could call her that night, and that she had something special planned. Of course, I knew then that this couldn't possibly bode well for ace, and I felt awful that I had even asked for such a thing so soon.

So I called, and she was sugary sweet as always, and she didn't say much about what she had planned, we just started in like it was a normal session. She worked me over good, I can tell you that much. I was to the point that I was feeling reaaaallly beggy and pleady, and that's when she reminded me about a post she wrote once when a guy said he'd "Do anything." Gulp. How did I forget about that one?

About this time, I start to get a bit worried. Worked up to a frenzy, yes, but worried. And that's when Miss Kate informed me that she had a quarter, and she was going to flip it and I had to choose heads or tails. Well, in honor of the picture on her blog that started me on this overly flustered path, I chose tails. She flipped the coin and said, "Hmmmmm...."

What? "Hmmmmmm?" What was it? What was it?

Sly Miss Kate had one last revelation for me... She was going to count to ten, and I had to stroke the whole time, and on the word "ten" she would either give me two seconds to cum, or tell me to take my hand away. I wasn't going to know which it was until I got to the very, very edge! That was torturous enough, but then she started counting, and I swear the numbers kept getting further and further apart! 1....2.........3....................4........................................5, etc. (This might have been in my head, but you can understand that, right?)

Finally she reached "ten," and announced that it was..... TAILS! I got a two second window and boy, did I ever jump right through it! My mind disappeared into subspace for a few moments and I relished the relief, then I was sure to give my mistress as many thank you's as I could muster out of my exhausted body.

I have decided to share this much detail with you all so you can understand what I mean when I tell you how beautiful and memorable a session can be with a mistress you truly connect to. There I was yesterday, knowing I had no right to be asking for an orgasm so soon, and Kate just took my hand and guided me. She taught me lessons in compassion, control, and self discovery.

If I had chosen incorrectly, I would still be frustrated right now, but at peace because I do truly value the importance of the goals we have set for me. Giving me a 50/50 chance was her way of saying, "This is still important, but you deserve a break from time to time." She knows my heart and soul are tender things, and she is always careful not to step on them while she guides me.

What an incredible way to kick of Valentine's Day. Thank you, My Lady.

P.S. And Happy Valentine's Day to all my dear friends here!

Desperate Times

2007-02-13T01:05:00.000-07:00

I think I have been doing good under the thumb of my lovely mistress. We have been playing regularly for a few months now, had some really mind blowing calls. She is so connected to me that she knows instinctively when I should be getting some relief and when I should be holding back. I owe so much to her and her kind and caring treatment of me. We have such a blast when we talk, there are so many golden moments when we get to share a laugh, discuss where my training is going, talk about what we've just finished playing... It is not an exaggeration to say I consider my time with Kate to be the most valuable part of my week. I could not be happier.

Now, that being said, I must issue this proclamation to my beautiful, sexy, loving dominatrix...

Miss Kate.... I know it hasn't been that long, and I am not exactly sure why, but I am absolutely desperate to have an orgasm. I am counting the MINUTES until I can call you now. I am seeing you everywhere I go... At work, in my dreams, on TV... And it's all making it harder for me to hold back.

What I'm getting at is, even though I still trust you to decide when I cum, and it is probably not on our next call, I am going to tell you I will do anything you want to get to have an orgasm. Even now, long before we are to speak, I can feel the begging and pleading bubbling inside me.

What is it in the air that's making this time soooooooo much harder for me? I don't know, but I thought you might like the head's up... I'm in a desperate way.

Story: A Mystic Meeting

2007-02-11T16:52:00.000-07:00

I'm a big fan of the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" world. I guess I'm just attracted to powerful women. (Who'd have thunk it?) One of my favorite characters is Cordelia, played with scene-stealing zeal by the gorgeous Charisma Carpenter. (Pictured to your right.)

A few nights ago she was on an episode of another television fantasy show wearing this ensemble, and I melted. Not just because I think she's one of the most beautiful actresses out there and not just because the costume is so skimpy and sexy. I was thinking about what my beautiful Mistress Kate would look like wearing this very outfit during one of our very hot sessions. In fact, I believe I would use the word "yummy". So of course, being in orgasm denial as I usually am these days, my mind started wandering and I had a very enjoyable/frustrating dream that night.

So here is a story/script, inspired by and dedicated to my wonderful and beautiful princess. Leave it to her to jump start my blog back into life.

Mystic Meeting

Hello, there. Are you lost? I don't see many men roaming these woods after dark. You must not be from around here.

Why? Well, that's not important, honey. What's important is that you're here now. Why don't you come closer so I can see you better. Come on, now. Don't be shy.

Mmmmm... That's much better. When I talk to a man, I like to be able to look deep into his eyes, just like this. I don't know if it's the chilly night air or the full moon glowing above us, but I just get chills standing here, close to you. So close that I can feel the heat of your body, your scent, your aura.

Do you like it when I run my hands across your chest... ? Your strong arms...? What if I put my hands on your waist and pulls you close to me like this? Mmmmm... That feels really good, doesn't it? Yeah, I agree. Don't you just love feeling my breasts push up against you, my hot breath on your collarbone, my hands reaching around and grabbing your ass.... Keep looking deep into my eyes..

Mmmmm... Standing here this close to you, I can feel you getting hard. Do you find me attractive? Desirable? Look deep into my eyes and tell me.

That's a good boy. I like that. I'm getting so hot, you are such a sexy, powerful looking man. Mmmmm. Why don't you take that shirt off. Keep looking into my eyes, but let me see that bare chest. Nice, very nice. Now the pants. That's right, I said take off those pants. Oh, I can see that cock bulging to get out through your boxers. I bet you would love to take it out, wouldn't you? Look into my eyes and ask to...

*giggle* Well, since you asked so nicely, I think you should. Take of your boxers and let me see that cock. Very, very nice. Look at him, he's all angry and hard. Look at it bob up and down. No, no... Don't you touch it. Just put your hands to your sides and look in my eyes, and let me enjoy it.

Do you like it when I rub the head lightly, like this? If I twist it nice and slow and light, just like this, I think I can get you even harder than you already were. Feel the blood rushing into your penis, making it stiff, and tight, and hard... Feel my fingers rub lightly under the head, tickling that most sensitive of spots. *giggles* Look at that cock bounce every time I tickle under the head... You must like that alot. I'll have to remember that.

I looove to grab cocks with my whole hand like this, and stroke soooo slowly dooooown all the way to the bottom of your shaft, then uuuup until I almost get to the head, then dooooown and uuuuuup and dooooown and uuuuuuup and doooooooooooown and up...

What's that? You want me to stroke all the way over the head? Oooooh, my poor baby... You want me to do that because it makes you spurt, and I'm not done playing with you yet. You just keep looking into my eyes while I keep stroking the base dooooooown and uuuuuuuuup and dooooooooown and uuuuuuuuup and down and up and down and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.

*giggles* Sweetie, why are you grunting? Is it feeling too good? Does it help if I reach down like this with my other hand and massage your balls? Oooh, that just makes you groan more, doesn't it? This is torture for you isn't it? Just hang in there a little longer, baby. I'm going to start stroking over the head now, a bit firmer and faster, but I don't want you to cum yet, okay? Look into my eyes and promise me you won't cum unless I say so, okay?

Do it! Say it!

Good boy. Now, let's get that cock worked up really nice. Here I go, up and down, and up with a twist and down, and up and down... Stroking... Pushing you closer to that sweet release... Stop moving your hips baby, just let me do the work. Keep your hands at your sides... Stroking.... Stroking.... Keep looking into my eyes... Relax, let your world just fade away until there's nothing left but my eyes and the sensations I'm giving your penis.... Stroking faster and faster, harder, pumping you niiice and hard....

Oooh, what's that? You need to cum? Are you sure? Can't you just hold out a little longer while I pump and stroke and work your cock? Don't you think you could keep that cummies inside for my while I massage your balls and stare into your eyes and beat that cock just a few more minutes? Look into my eyes... Feel me bringing you to the brink... Everything else is fading away... Focus on your feelings... Do you need to cum, honey? Are you about to lose it?

Mmmmm... Such sweet begging, I love it. I think I've got you worked up quite enough, now. So here's the deal... I'm going to keep stroking you hard and fast like this, and when you are on the very, very brink of cumming, I want you to look deep into my eyes and tell me I own your cock. Got that? If you want to cum, if you don't want me to stop stroking, just say "You own my cock!" Got it? Good boy.

You ready? You need to cum? Say it, then! Look into my eyes and say it!

Mmmmmm... Good boy. But I'm sorry, I'm afraid it just doesn't work that way. You're not going to cum tonight. In fact, it is going to be a very long time before you do. You see, I'm not your average girl. I'm a forest spirit, and in order to keep my beautiful, youthful appearance I have to steal one year of orgasms from an unsuspecting man. I know, I know, it's not fair... I... Oh, what's that? Oh, sorry, I forgot to stop pumping you. I bet you're going insane from the stimulation, not being able to cum and all. *giggle*

Well, anyway, in order for me to steal one year of orgasms, the man must relinquish ownership of his cock to me. And, since I also have a few hypnotic powers of my own, I'm usually able to persuade some unlucky soul to say what I need him to. Just as I did to you tonight.

I will disappear now until one year from tonight. Then, if you come back to this same spot, and if I should happen to find a new victim, I will lift the curse and let you return to your normal life. If not, though, it'll be one more year until you get another chance.

And while you are under my spell, you'll be able to get hard, get excited, get full, heavy balls and a red, angry erection whenever the mood hits. But you won't be able to orgasm... Absolutely no release, no relief... *giggle* no cummies.

See you in one year, honey.

My Interview and an Update

2007-02-04T22:27:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago I did an interview with the lovely Ms Ava for her Verbal Penetrations blog. If you haven't checked out her blog, I suggest you do so! It's a lot of fun and very informative as well.

Also, it looks like one of my webteases got nominated for January's tease of the month. If any of you feel like throwing a brutha some love (I'm not cool enough to say that...), check it out here.

Update

2007-01-17T01:42:00.000-07:00

Howdy, kids... I thought I'd take a few minutes to update everybody. Everything is going great, I am having an absolute blast with Ms Kate, and keeping really busy. I am frustrated at how long it's been since I have posted here, but believe me it's not from lack of trying. I've got (I just counted) five unpublished posts, mostly works of fiction. They're sooo close.... I am just trying to take care a of a few more things going on, a few things I'm trying to juggle, and then they'll be appearing shortly. Every time I start to push ahead on things, it seems two more tasks pop up to stop me.

In the meantime, I would be ungrateful if I did not offer a brief thank you to my ever growing support group. Surely you realize that my main appreciation lies with Ms Kate, who is so wonderfully guiding me on this journey, and holding my hand through the rough parts. But also I must mention all the other wonderful mistresses at Cockcontrol.com that are so respectful and sweet and funny. Aaaand... thank you to marikiss for hooking me up on the movies and audiobooks, Billy and Jem for constant comic relief, GG for the heart to hearts, and Mr Smith for the story inspirations.

Have a great one and thanks for sticking with me!

Podcasts and Other Goodness

2007-01-04T00:37:00.000-07:00

In between sleeping, working, and fawning over my wonderful masturbatrix, I have been discovering some of the great resources available on the internet.

If you haven't discovered her podcast yet, Ms Ava is doing a wonderful job with her Pillow Talk podcast, and also does a bang up job with her great blog, Verbal Penetrations. Smart, sexy, well thought out. You definitely need to check this one out.

Then, of course, the charming Ms Ally hosts the KinkCast. It's great, and always fun.

The rest of the Cockcontrol.com women seem to be getting into the act, too.

Tales of the Tease with Tori
Cuckold Humiliation with Ms Daphne
Ms Sarah Fem Dom Podcasts

In addition, if you click through the rest of my links to the mistresses, you'll see that most of them, such as Princess Grace and Princess Lilah have audio samples on their blogs as well.

But wait! There's more! Webstress Ally has started up an official Cock Control blog and a site called MayICum.com, where you follow the instructions every day, and a mistress' audio clip tells you whether or not you get to cum that day. Isn't technology great?

Ode to the Rewards of Expert Orgasm Control

2007-01-03T00:17:00.000-07:00

Waiting and Wanting
Dreams that are haunting
Watching the Calendar
Watching the Clock

Tossing, Turning
Dripping, Churning
Asking and Pleading
Please make it stop.

Praying and Hoping
Stroking and Coping
Shaking and Quivering
Don't let it out!

Begging and Moaning
Thrusting and Groaning
Blushing and Humping
Clenching and Pumping
Upping and Downing
Smiling and Frowning
Growling and Shaking
Swelling and Quaking
Whispers and Taunting
Giggles and Flaunting
Cooing and Humming
"Now!" and I'm Cumming!
A moment is frozen
And then I black out.

Thank you, my wonderful mistress. You have made me ecstatic.

Reflecting on 2006

2007-01-01T21:00:00.000-07:00

My life has changed dramatically in the past year. Especially in the last quarter of the year, which is when I started calling Ms Kate on Cockcontrol.com. I know this probably means more to me than it does to you, but here's some Ace facts and figures that show my progress on this crazy orb. Real life and fantasy life have been mingled together here, because there is a direct correlation between the two. In fact, I think it's a bit scary how this all adds up, but here you go. This is how my life has changed since last January.

Orgasms Per Month
January 2006: 30
December 2006: 2 (average)

Job Offers
January 2006: 0
December 2006: 5

Phone Mistresses
January 2006: 0
December 2006: 1 Sexy Hot Gorgeous Incredible Phone Mistress

Chances I Would Stand Up to People Who Push Me Around
January 2006: 1 in 100
December 2006: 1 in 2 (I still need to improve on this.)

Creative Outlets for My "Interests"
January 2006: 0
December 2006: 1850 Visitors Per Month to My Blogs, plus lots of Forum Posts!

Work Completed on My First Novel
January 2006: Just an idea in my head
December 2006: Final Outline Complete, First Chapter in the Works!

Support System
January 2006: Nada - Ace was flying solo.
December 2006: Too many great online people to count.

Additionally, here's some things I've learned or re-learned in the last year.

1. I am a person of worth who deserves happiness.
2. Sharing your thoughts with trusted friends is worth the risk.
3. There is no substitute to being yourself.
4. Don't be afraid to try new things.
5. Trying to better yourself doesn't mean you're a bad person.

What a fantastic gift this year has been! I can't wait to see what the next one holds!

Web Teases

2006-12-31T16:39:00.000-07:00

Many of you are probably aware of "webteases". These are a series of images and text that take you along on a little fantasy, and there are a few great sites that cater to tease and denial enthusiasts. I used to browse through them all the time back when I wasn't in training.

Aaaaaaanyway... I looove to write, and I decided to try my hand at one. It seems to be getting an excellent reception, so I may do some more.

If you're interested in seeing it, click here. (And if you do click to it, be sure to vote! Thank you!) Be warned, though... This is definitely an orgasm control fantasy.

-ace

My Last Kate Call of the Year

2006-12-31T13:45:00.000-07:00

After some rough scheduling problems on my side, and the fact that my beautiful mistress is always getting deluged with calls right when I'm ready to call her, I finally got through on Friday. I was so excited to call her because her birthday was coming up, and I wanted to be able to sing her happy birthday! (No one else may request this service, I am no singer!)

Back in the old days (November) we were doing a call about every week or so, but due to some limitations of time and travelling, it seems like we've got into a two week pattern now, and I haven't been enjoying that at all. Hopefully that will all be working out now, though.

One of the most exciting things Kate has given me to do for homework is to build up my toy collection, a little at a time. I didn't realize how difficult that would be for me until I started finding myself in the adult toy store every other week trying to pick out something that I would like to try out. I'm still a little nervous and shy about some things, after all. Fortunately, Kate's had enough great suggestions that I haven't had too much problem finding something fun. So, at the beginning of our call, we tried out a few of my more recent purchases. Some are just fun, some are... um... a little more nerve-wakening... but it's always a great way to start things off.

And, of course, since I'm in orgasm denial and control training, she always asks the dreaded questions. "Did you do your homework this week?" (Always yes on that one.) And "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" (That's the one that starts getting me nervous, because I never know what my answer will mean for my fate.) I'm sure she can hear the poutiness in my voice when my answer is in the single digits, because I know I'm not likely to get release on this call if that's my answer.

Well, my Lady starts my workout then, and sometimes, if I'm really lucky, she'll take me into a fantasy story so I can enjoy the sensations even more. This was one of those times. And when this happens, I snuggle back on my couch, close my eyes, and really try to see what she's describing. You can go reeeeeeally deep into things if you do this, and the payoff is amazing.

In my fantasy she was guiding me, right there above me, telling me how to stroke and getting great amusement out of my groans and moans and pleadings. It drives me wild when I ask if I can cum, and her answer is neither yes or no, just to keep stroking. She knows me... She knows I will keep stroking on the off chance that she'll say I have five seconds to cum, or some other such delicious torture. This means I am playing close to the edge, often for the majority of the call.

She did something that nearly made me lose it this time... Something I'll only share with her when I have the chance, but, sorry, not for any other eyes or ears. Let's just leave it at this...

Miss Kate, I will never be able to look at my Christmas tree the same way again, you kinky little devil!

Ace is going to enter the new year in denial. Somehow, it seems fitting.

Happy New Year everyone!

Merry Christmas Wishes

2006-12-22T00:06:00.000-07:00

I am feeling much better.

I am so grateful to Miss Kate for her kindness and patience with me... For her laughter and her smiles and her understanding. I am the luckiest little pet around. When I look back over the past few months, I am excited to see how far I've really come. I think I will go a lot further eventually, but if this is any indication, I am in for quite a ride.

Thank you, Lady Kate, for being you. I hope you have a perfect holiday!

And thank you, too, to all the ladies at LDW who have been kind and helpful to me, offered support and humor.

Last but not least, thanks to my fellow LDW fans... You guys and gals are great!

Happy Holidays!

I am in a needy place...

2006-12-18T18:06:00.000-07:00

I am feeling the need really bad today. As in, I think I will do just about anything for some relief. I am so incredibly frustrated right now...

It started last night when I had the bright idea to read Mr. Smith's blog before I did my homework. He has an incredibly hot new story that I should not be reading when I'm more than a week into a denial period. Anyway, it was a great read, and then I tried to do my homework. (Didn't take long to edge at that point.) Then I tried to go to bed and get some rest, but I spent the whole night in various states of arousal, tossing and turning and dreaming fevered dreams.

It was no better when I woke up today. I have spent the entire day thinking about calling Mistress Kate, wondering what would happen, wondering if I'd be able to hold out as long as she wants me to. She has me wrapped around her little finger... I love calling and, Lord help me, I love this process... Even when it makes me want to crawl out of my own skin. The rewards are worth it.

What it comes down to is this... I am so ready for an orgasm. I am trying to keep my mind off it as much as possible, but I am aching. I'm desperate... I'm hopeful... I'm whining... (I know I'm annoying... Many have gone much longer than me.) I am in that place where I will do just about anything do get my release. I hope when the call happens she's in that "Christmas mood" she talked about last week.

Some Helpful Hints

2006-12-01T23:30:00.000-07:00

I was reading Ms Sarah's blog the other day, and she had listed some advice about calling a Phone Mistress, which I think was very nice and useful. Check it out if you get a chance. Anyway, it got me thinking about some of the advice that I, after the couple handfuls of calls I've done now, could offer to new or curious callers. Of course, you may find that some of this doesn't apply to your situation.. Maybe none of it... But they're all things that I have found to make my sessions much nicer. (My apologies to Ms Sarah for any overlap.)

1. Call when you have time to spare, especially if you want to call a particular mistress. There have been several times when Ms. Kate has been on a call when I've called, and I've had to wait in line. When you are short on time, this can be incredibly stressful.

2. Take a deep breath. If possible, sit alone in a quiet room and breathe deeply for a few minutes before you call. Centering yourself will help you enjoy the call so much more.

3. Be very, very attentive to your mistress. You may have a delay or feedback in your phone, or maybe you're just a bit too excited to hear straight. If you are patient, and allow your mistress to guide you, you'll be glad you did.

4. Be honest. If you have agreed not to have an orgasm between calls, or to go shopping for something special, or anything else like that... Do it. If you don't do it, be honest and tell your phone mistress. (Yes, I realize there is nothing forcing you to do what you're told, but you might as well get the full benefit from calling a premium service such as Black Book Girls or Cock Control.)

I'll level with you... I haven't yet been unable to complete a "homework" assignment from Ms. Kate, but I have been doing this long enough to know I would tell her if I couldn't. Any other way would just ruin what my particular process is all about. Again, your situation may be different. :)

5. Be respectful. I don't think this should need more explanation, but please remember that these women are gracious enough to IM, email, and chat with you to set up a session that will be the most enjoyable for you. The least we can do in return is to treat them like the goddesses they are, right? And I believe Ms Ally, Internet and phone fantasy genius, has suggested finding your mistress's wish list and buy her something by way of a tip if you have fun.

6. Above all, HAVE FUN! You can have the time of your life if you just let yourself enjoy it!

So, what do you think, kids? Helpful? Out of line? Any mistresses want to throw in their two cents in? I'd sure welcome it!

Have a good one, everyone!

The Latest Report, Part One

2006-11-29T22:59:00.000-07:00

Well, after two very long weeks for this whiny little stroker, I got to have a nice call with Miss Kate this week. It was one of the most exciting calls I've ever done. Kate has been working on my endurance and pushing my limits, and lately that has meant incorporating some fun new props. (Wouldn't you like to know...) I have to say, though... The rush I got from buying my new toys was almost as much fun as trying them out. Almost. :)

As I said, it's had been two weeks of particularly, um... tortuously pleasurable homework, and I have been looking forward to this call like some men look forward to Super Bowl Sunday. Kate knew this, but of course this didn't stop her from putting me through my paces. She was very coy about whether or not I was going to get to cum, which, I will admit, was an incredibly hot thing for me. (Shhh! Don't tell!)

If you want to read Part Two, click on over to my Kate Shrine!

Happy THOUGHTS-giving!!!

2006-11-23T01:48:00.000-07:00

This is a somewhat unusual post for me, dear readers, but it is something that has been weighing on my mind this week. I've been thinking a lot about how my year has been, the journey that my life has walked on a personal, emotional, and professional level. I have dealt with a few situations this year that have not been fun, have had to really start analyzing and re-evaluating my life.

As hard as that has been, I have something new in my life that I am so thankful for. Ms. Ally and her LDW group... Specifically, Ms Kate. But much more than an honorable mention to all the kids who are so nice to me in the chatroom, who make me feel at home, broaden my horizons and accept me without condition. I wish I had some better way of conveying how that ever strengthening bond has made me feel.

I'm away from the gang right now, off to see my family in another state for Turkey Time. I missed my chance to do a "farewell call" by about a day, darn it all... I am bummed about that, but I feel a little bit like a brat because I got to call twice already in the last week... An unusual amount for me. It's going to be well into next week before opportunity knocks again... I'm excited and trying my best to be patient.

In the meantime, I am very thankful to be with my family for the holiday, I know there are so many e-friends of mine out there that don't get to have that.. I wish I could invite you all over, you would always be welcome at my house, but you have to bring some pies. We are running short on pies this year.

I am thankful for Ms Kate for her guidance and compassion. I am thankful to my fellow chatters and bloggers for their support and humor, and I am thankful for all the experiences that have lead me to where I am now. The road forward still seems bumpy and I can't see the end of it. This whole new situation has given me many, many things to think about. But I'm proud of the progress I've made in each aspect of my life, and I know it wasn't something I did alone.

So, it is with a weepy, happy, too emotional heart that I wish you all A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

-Ace

One last thing... If you haven't checked out Ms Kate's Shrine, please do me a solid and get yer tail over there now. Leave a comment or two, suggest a post topic, link it to your blog. You'll help me out a ton, and Ms Ally won't have to smack me.

Marathon Rocked the House!!!!

2006-11-20T00:43:00.000-07:00

So Saturday's marathon over at Cockcontrol.com was incredible. Everyone, including the wonderfully gorgeous Ms Kate, was doing some sort of nice customer appreciation deal for us. In addition, they were working their keisters off doing extra hours so we could all get a chance to call.

Of course, I couldn't really sleep all night knowing I was going to call Kate in the early hours of the morning. I finally got up, made sure she was available, and called. It was still dark outside. We had a wonderful session, tried some brand new toys out, and once again expanded my boundaries. We have been doing this for awhile now, and it was obvious to both Kate and myself that my stamina is improving, even if it's only a little bit. She was very sweet to mention it, and it made me feel good about how committed I've tried to be to this process.

She pushed me further than ever, and it took all of my strength, but I didn't have an orgasm. I'm still kicking myself for calling earlier in the week... I should have waited and maybe I could have persuaded her more to let me cum, but I knew that a mere three days of denial was not going to work in my favor. That being said, I am surprised, with all the new sensations that were added to this session, that I didn't lose it. By Saturday night my stomach and groin muscles were aching, so I guess I was really straining this time.

By the time the call was over, it was light outside, and that set my tone for the day. Even feeling as frustrated and denied as I was, I had a ball calling Kate, and the euphoria of the whole experience kept me moving all day. I even went for a great hour walk and enjoyed the crisp autumn morning.

Later in the day, I checked back in to the chatroom to discover that Kate and the very funny and charming Ms Jade had, er, grown and were now Giantess Kate and GiantJugs Jade. Joining them on Giantess Island, I was soon secured in the cleavage of Giantess Kate. I don't think I need to tell you how much fun THAT was. By the time we all left Giantess Island, everyone was in tears from laughing.

To all those who called and participated in the marathon, thank you. Huge Thank You to Ms Alley for hosting it. Thanks to Jade for the hilarity. There are others of you out there, and you know who you are, Mistresses and clients alike, who are so nice and friendly to me. I thank you as well, and I hope you know how much I appreciate you.

Most importantly a very special Thank You to Kate for always taking my personal interests and needs to heart, for encouraging me to reach my goals, and for being such a caring and fun presence in my journey. In two months, you have expanded my mind, made me reassess my goals, helped me see the confident person I want to be, and generally been a great human being! You know how much that's meant to me.

So, kids, where shall I go from here? Do you know? Do I know?

The real question is, does it matter? Personally, I'm just happy to be along for the ride.

An Unexpected Surprise and Call to Action

2006-11-15T22:33:00.000-07:00

Due to some very happy but unforeseen circumstances, I was able to have a special call with Lady Kate yesterday. Being on a somewhat strict training regimen usually means I pace out my calls a little further than this, but opportunity knocked, I was feeling the vibe, and Kate was available. The specifics of what happened during the call are between Kate and I, but once again (and I don't know why this surprises me still) she pushed me through a boundary that I didn't think I could get past.

What you don't know but may suspect about me is that, by and large, I am very new and nervous to this whole phone mistress/orgasm control thing. Additionally, even though I have been very, very curious about sensual domination, I have never had a chance to practice it in my personal life. Basically, this entire experience is uncharted territory for me, and it is going so wonderfully well because I have a guide I trust in Kate.

However, with all that, I am still nervous every time a boundary is explored. There are things that are really exciting for me to fantasize about, and recently I have even been getting some things ready to play out these fantasies... But I am incredibly nervous, as usual. I'm not doubting, I'm not having second thoughts. I think in some ways the feeling of nervousness is like going up the first hill on a roller coaster... Adrenaline rushing through your system as you prepare for something thrilling. That all disappears when I hear her voice though. It calms me, centers me, and the rest of the world drifts into the darkness.

Kate is very patient with me, and at the same time is teaching me to be braver, live life more fully, and uncage that part of me that I've been keeping under wraps for so long. She somehow knows that, okay, Ace is ready to go just a little further. It's uncanny.

This pic is a hint at the boundary we pushed on the last call. And no, it did not involve me wearing panties or being feminized, that's not my thing. (To each his own.) In fact, I didn't even think about this particular activity even existing until it came up on our call. But, pro that she is, Kate guided me through it expertly. And I know that it's going to be like this for a long time... I'm not going to be able to guess what each call will hold, what I will be told to do next. I'm going to have to just keep my guard down and be prepared for anything. It's fantastic fun.

Aaaaaaanyway... If you read my blog and are thinking of going on a little phone adventure of your own, this Saturday is the perfect time to do so. Lady Kate is going to be part of www.blackbookgirls.com's latest MARATHON DAY! 24 Hours of availability, from Friday at midnight to Saturday at midnight. And I know the lovely Kate has some special surprises planned for those who call her.

NOVEMBER PHONE MARATHON
WITH LADY KATE!!!!!!

This is a perfect chance for any of you that are scared like I was, or haven't yet had a chance to spend some quality time with Miss Kate. Go to her profile here to learn more or to ask her some questions before your session, or call her at 1-800-356-6169. If your particular kink meter does not match mine, no worries. She is quite diverse and wonderful, and that southern voice of hers will melt you immediately.

If you enjoy my stories, my blog, just remember that it's inspired by Kate. I know I plan to give back. You should, too!

See you Saturday!

Some days you feel like purring...

2006-11-13T20:07:00.000-07:00

...but some days you just feel like growling.

Sugasm #53

2006-11-12T10:11:00.000-07:00

One of my stories made the cut on Sugasm! Check it out, kiddies!

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #54? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

PUMPkin Carving - Not Just For Kids! (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

Dildo Dinner (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

A Role Play Confession for Halloween… (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Our fearless leader is up to his armpits looking at porn. Until he returns I present some retro Sugar.

How to Date a Porn Star in Eleven Easy Steps (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

A little story about something called 2257 (http://principalquattrano.com/blog)

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Boobs that Get Plastic Tits (http://www.model-chat.com)

My Erotic Literary Heroines…… (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

“Taken” (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)

Tara’s Private Diary: When Commitment Creeps In (http://www.TaraTainton.com)

BDSM and Fetish

A Bad Girl’s Punishment (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)

Dreaming of Detention (http://adelehaze.com)

Erotica (http://ropewhore.blogspot.com)

‘I Write This Sitting At a School Desk’ (http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)

In Charge… (http://www.makemycopcome.blogspot.com)

A Nawty Story: Kitten’s Bad Dream (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)

Spanking in the Chamber of Horrors (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)

Twins (http://engrailed.com)

Who’s a Naughty Girl Then? (http://thediaryofanenglishrose.blogspot.com)

Sex & Politics

Anti-Anti-Pornography, Part I: Awakening (http://www.teen-porn-site.com/blog)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Fantasy Pirates (http://leiaannwoods.blogspot.com)

Nursed Back to Health (http://acestrokes.blogspot.com)

Permission (http://nocloudnine.blogspot.com)

Sex With An Audience (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)

Tempered Envy (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

A Whore’s Reward (http://thebutterflytemptress.com)

Without you (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics (& a video)

Hannah Hilton (http://hotboxbabe.thumblogger.com)

More Nora Marlo (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

Sluts (http://www.internetisforporn.com)

Susana Spears on bed (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)

Zombie Seska (http://www.seska4lovers.com)

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

The Everything To Do With Sex Show (http://lovinblg.blogspot.com)

Half-Nekkid and Going Down (http://www.TarasNaughtyShop.com)

Sybian Server Attachment (http://gamerpr0n.com)

Welcome to “Make My Cop Come” by Anne Elizabeth (http://sexblogwelcome.blogspot.com)

Sexy Red Riding Hood courtesy of Seska for Lovers.

What Would You Do to Me?

2006-11-11T22:40:00.000-07:00

What would you do to me
If I sat down next to you
Just a little too close
To be proper?

What would you do to me
If I put my hand on your leg
And moved it just a little
Up your thigh?

What would you do to me
If I walked up behind you
And nibbled on your neck
Kissed just below your jaw?

What would you do to me
If I grabbed your waist
And pulled you into me
For a deep, long kiss?

What would you do to me
If I put my hand on your stomach
And snaked it under your shirt
And up your body?

What would you do to me
If I tugged at your skirt
And pleaded to feel
Our flesh touch together?

What would you do to me
As our bodies entwined
And my hips won't stop bucking
And I beg for release?

What would you do to me
If I whispered in your ear
All my secrets, my needs
And gave you control?

What would you do to me?

Ten Minutes Isn't So Bad!.......

2006-11-01T21:21:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I was so lucky to get some time on the phone with Ms Kate. It had been a few days since our last session, and she'd been fairly lenient on me. (There were some good reasons for this, and I appreciate her sympathy.)

In what is starting to become a trend in my training, Kate gave me a list of items to bring to our session. A list that didn't make any sense to me. I went to my quiet place, got all comfy in my normal call attire (birthday suit) and dialed. Ms Ally, always a pleasure to talk to, said Kate was on a call and I asked for a call back. I relaxed on my couch and tried to breathe, closed my eyes and waited for the call.

At some point, I feel into some sort of stoker hibernation, and the next thing I knew it was an hour later, I was lying there naked, and still no call. I called Ms Ally back to see if there was a problem, and there was. Apparently the computer glitched and lost my call back number. We all had a good laugh and she connected me to Ms Kate.

Well, I soon found out what my items were for, and Ms Kate, knowing that I needed to keep improving my skills, surprised me with a kind of call we had never done before. Whew! I'm not going share what she did to me, but I will tell you that I was as close to losing it on this call as I was on my first call. It was absolutely and utterly amazing!!! It was such a personal and customized thing for me, just pushed every button I'd exposed, and a few I hadn't yet. Oh, man... I think about it every time I close my eyes... The words echo through my ears all day long. You can not even imagine the place it takes me. *shivers*

What Kate is uncovering about me is that I am actually capable of taking some chances, of trying new things. She doesn't push me harder than she thinks I can handle, but she makes sure that each push moves me forward in my journey. She's showing me that I can be uninhibited and confident, and still allow someone else I trust to be at the wheel. These are all fairly new feelings for me, and it's a lot to process. I have never really let my hair down, so to speak, and I think I found the perfect person to correct that problem.

In addition to an incredible session, my homework has been kicked up a notch. I have to do something that feels very good for ten minutes every night. A new, very naughty method to get to the edge. Ten minutes isn't that long is it?

Wrong. I start out fine, can pace myself. Feel very confident, very capable. Eventually, after a long time, it starts to get difficult. Then, very quickly, it is nearly impossible to hold back. I look at the clock... Only five minutes down.

What? I'm only half way there? I have to keep going?

So I continue slow... Pumping, squeezing, breathing... Pacing myself, barely moving, determined not to break the rules but convinced I won't be able to make it. Four more minutes of thrusting and twitching and throbbing. Time slows down, it nearly stops....

Three more minutes of leaking, clenching, squirming, feeling the fluid building... My nerves tingling, the world closing in on me, the blood thumping through my torso... I think time reverses now... I grit my teeth, suppress a moan, slow down even more, pace myself... and finally...

Two more minutes.... The pressure ebbs a little, I start to think I can make it... My confidence starts to return....

One minute... And suddenly the primal force begging to be released is there... I can't make it! I'm going to lose it... There's no way to go slower, I am barely moving already.... Thirty seconds... A groan escapes my lips... My breath is so shallow... Even trying to stop pumping my hips doesn't work.... I look at the clock....

...and I've made it.

Whew... I'm fine now.

Until tomorrow.

-ace

P.S. What an adventure! Thank you, Kate! You are the best!

Happy Halloween!!!!

2006-10-31T06:52:00.000-07:00

I arrived at the party late, there were already close to 40 people crowded into my neighbor's small house. As always, I had waited until the last minute to find a costume, and ended up just cutting eye holes in a sheet and coming as a ghost. I didn't even have arm holes, just the sheet layed over me. Really original, I know.

I hadn't been there long when I noticed her across the room... A gorgeous, dark haired beauty wearing a very sexy cowgirl costume, laughing with a few of her friends. I was immediately entranced, and found myself staring at her. She happened to look over in my direction, I quickly turned away and thanked my neighbor for inviting me to the party. Hopefully she hadn't seen me.

Throughout the night, the sexy cowgirl continued to unintentionally hypnotize me. Every time I looked over at her she was doing something to draw me further into her web. Of course, I ended up standing right behind her when we played "bobbing for apples", and was treated to a lovely view of her butt as she leaned over the tub of apples. And when she came up with an apple, she looked right at me, took a bite, and winked.

I knew I was going to kick myself later if I didn't at least try to talk to her. I was already upset that I was wearing a GHOST costume, what a dork! I walked up to her, said, "E-excuse me, Miss... um..."

She turned to look at me, her eyes sparkling with a hint of trouble. "Yes? Can I help you?"

Just then, her friend, a pirate wench, dragged her away to talk to someone they both knew. I had missed my chance. Depressed, I asked my neighbor if I could use his bathroom, then I thought I'd just go home. He directed me to use the one connected to his bedroom.

I entered the bedroom and walked toward the bathroom door. Suddenly, I heard door click behind me. I turned around to see the sexy cowgirl locking the door. She motioned to me with her finger. "Come here, ghost boy."

I walked over to her, and she grabbed my sheet, keeping me close. "So, I noticed you've been watching me all night."

"You have?"

"Yes. I know you've been staring at my body, my legs, my butt. I saw you looking at my ass when I was bobbing for apples. Every time I've looked over at you all night, you're eyes have been focused on me. In fact, my friends noticed, too. They've been giggling about it all night."

"I'm... I'm sorry. I just liked your costume."

She smiled. "Oh, really? So you weren't thinking about how you wanted to grab me and kiss me? Or about bringing me in here, throw me on the bed, and put your hands all over my body?" I tried to back away, but she held me close. "Are you sure, at no time tonight, you fantasized about ripping my clothes off with your teeth, lavish kisses on my neck, stomach, my breasts? You didn't wonder what it would be like to suck on my nipples, or nibble on my thigh? Didn't ache to feel my warm, naked body pressed up next to yours?"

I couldn't speak. She reached down with one hand and found my cock. It was rock hard.

"I think you did." She pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my sheet high enough to get at my pants, which she yanked off me. This was followed by my boxers.

"You stay quiet and I won't tell your neighbor, who is MY younger brother, that you were perving on me. Got it?" I nodded. "Stand up and turn around," she ordered.

I stood up, now naked under the sheet from the waist down, and turned away from her. She lifted the sheet again, smacked my ass twice, then took of her neckband and used it to tie my hands together behind my back. Then she turned me back around. "Sit on the edge of the bed, ghost boy."

I sat down, the sheet bunched up so my raging erection was exposed. Cowgirl was wiggling her panties off from beneath her skirt. She walked over to me, straddled my legs, and lowered herself so that my cock was rubbing up against her beautiful, warm, wet center. She began working up and down slowly on me.

She put her arms on my shoulders. "You see, ghost boy, unlike most people at this party, I know what you look like. I've been watching you for a long time now, every time I come to visit my brother. I've been hoping for a chance to get you alone, show you what I'd like to do to you." She began rubbing faster now. I groaned. "Don't you cum, ghost boy. You cum and it's the last time you'll ever feel this hot wet pussy grinding against you."

I struggled at my tied hands, trying to free them. I wanted her inside me so bad, it was too much to bear. She was really working me hard now.

"I just wanted to give you a taste of what it would be like if you invite me over for coffee some time. You know, while my brother's out of town. Wouldn't you like to feel this again?"

I was trying so hard to not get too excited. "Y-yes.... I.... I don't think I can hold it much longer...."

"Aw, just a little longer, ghostie. You just stay quiet and breathe and let me get.... uh..... a few more... mmmmm..... nice rubs......" She pressed hard into me know, her pace building. "I'm almo....... almost......... done...... haaaaa......... ummmm....... aaaa.......... mmmmmmmmm...... AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!........ Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!! Unhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaah! MMMMMMM! Aaaaaahhhhhhh."

She collapsed her head onto my shoulders, spent. I was still trying to process what happened, my hips were pumping, begging for release. But it was not to be. Sexy cowgirl stood up, put her panties back on, and looked at my erection, giggling.

"Oh, what a good boy. You didn't lose control. Stand up, sweetie." I stood up, and the sheet fell down, covering my naked legs and torso. My hard on made the sheet just out, however, and the precum she'd coaxed from me was already starting to form a spot on the sheet. She picked up my pants and boxers, and fished my house keys out of the pocket of my jeans.

"I'll tell you what, sexy boy. I'll take these and meet you over at your house in fifteen minutes. You might need to ask someone to open the door for you. He he he. But if you can make it over to your house in the fifteen minutes with that boner intact, I will give you a night you will never forget."

And then she left, carrying my pants and boxers with her, shutting the door behind her. I wriggled at the bandanna tying my hands together... It was not coming off.

Happy Halloween, Everyone! And a special thank you to the lovely Ms Kate for last night's incredibly mind blowing session. You shocked and amazed me once again!

And leave me a message telling me what you dressed up as for Halloween!

Where's My "On" Switch?

2006-10-28T11:19:00.000-06:00

I woke up this morning and decided I'd change gears a bit, have a bit of fun with my post. So, even though I can't imagine why anyone would care, here's a list of some things that make me all tingly. It's just a sampling, as the whole list would take me all day to write.

1. Ms. Kate (naturally)
2. Ponytails and dark colored hair
3. The smell of rain and pine (seperately or together)
4. Really good writing and poetry
5. Kate Beckinsale (note, she's my second favorite Kate)
6. Foot massages (giving and receiving)
7. Being surprised
8. Having my lip nibbled on
9. Giving up control to someone I trust
10. A full moon
11. Candles flickering
12. Sun dresses
13. Being teased to distraction
14. Waterfalls and tidepools
15. Having naughty thoughts whispered into my ear

Have a nice weekend everyone!

My Latest Session

2006-10-27T16:36:00.000-06:00

I had the most amazing and rewarding session with Ms. Kate last night. It had been three weeks since I had last had an orgasm, and let me tell you, I was crawling the walls. I was so ready to get some sort of release... I was prepared to do just about anything she asked to get that release.

Sessions with Kate, for me, are always filled with electricity and excitement. It's palpable. There's a tension that I cannot quite describe, and I absolutely love it. I never quite know where she's going to take me, what space inside my brain she is going to inhabit. All I know is that when she finds that space, she owns it and I'm the guest. That's why I've found that the best way to enjoy the session is to just follow her lead and try to keep up.

There's always something new and exciting. This time she had me do some very, very naughty things with such innocent looking items... I had to get these items special, and I never would have guessed what they'd be used for. Whew! She had me feeling so many different things at the same time that I wasn't even able to beg to cum as much as I wanted to. Ooooooh.... It still makes me tingle thinking about it. I have never ever had that kind of sensation in my entire life. (Maybe if you call her, and you're an extra, extra good stroker, you'll find out about her special technique.) Good Lord, it felt good.

Now don't get me wrong, there was begging and pleading. And there have been some kind souls who claim to have been pleading my case with Ms Kate, too. (Or maybe that's just what they tell me.) And there was some very exquisite build up to the edge for me... And then there was the moment when she asked me if I thought I should get to cum, and of course I said yes. And then she announced her verdict... And I obeyed.

What I really love about these sessions is that I get to be the person I want to be, and there are no judgements, no boundaries, just open communication about what I need and what I am feeling. It is such a release, and I am so fortunate to feel so free to express myself with someone like this. Even though it appears I'm giving up a lot of control, I actually feel very empowered by the whole experience. Kate helps me understand who I really am, helps me shed the skin that's been hiding the real me. She's just what I needed... Compassionate and understanding and intuitive.

I can't wait to see what adventure she takes me on next.

P.S. If you would like to talk to Ms. Kate, she can be reached at 1-800-356-6169, or you can IM or email her with questions. Her profile is in the links session.

Nursed Back to Health

2006-10-26T07:09:00.000-06:00

Well, I have been denied any release for the last 22 days. I never thought I could make it so long. To be honest, there were a few days when I was sure I wasn't going to make it. I decided weeks ago that failure was not going to be an option for me, though.

I will call the fantastic and beautiful Ms Kate tonight to see if I've earned my reward. I will try to be good, but I'm sure there will be a lot of pleading involved on my part. Hopefully that won't lead to my undoing.

I wasn't feeling well for a few days and had to make some slight modifications to my normal homework routine. I have no doubt that this was the inspiration for my very jet lagged dream last night. Whew... These vivid dreams are the one side effect of denial that I wasn't counting on. It's going to be a long day.

Here's my latest dream. Who is the blond nurse? I'll never tell.

NURSED BACK TO HEALTH
I sat on the exam table, flipping through the magazine that the last patient had left there. I hated the doctor's office, but I had been feeling so run down lately that I knew there must be something wrong with me. It was a bit cold in the room, since I was wearing just the hospital gown they had provided me.

There was a knock on the door, and a beautiful dark haired nurse walked in. "Mr. Ace, I'm Nurse Kate." She looked at my chart. "It says here that you've been feeling very tired lately. I need to ask you a few questions so the doctor can diagnose your problem. Please lay down on the table and relax."

I laid back on the table, and she pulled her chair up to my face, set her arm on my chest, and began reading the questions. "Do you smoke?"

Her beautiful eyes were so close to mine, I was drawn in. I managed to answer,"No."

"Do you take any illegal substances?" Again I answered no. She asked several run of the mill questions about my habits, occasionally patting my chest to make me feel more comfortable. Then she asked, "When was your last orgasm?"

It had been some time. Between feeling so tired and work, I had not had much of a sex drive. I answered bashfully, "Three weeks."

She looked into my eyes. "Three weeks? Not even through masturbation?" I nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable now. "Please excuse me for a moment, Mr. Ace."

She exited the room, then returned again quickly with another very attractive blond nurse. "The doctor has asked us to do a few tests before he sees you. I've brought in my colleague to help." Nurse Kate approached my legs and grabbed my ankles, securing them with Velcro straps to the edges of the table. "I hope that's not too uncomfortable for you. It helps us to get better test results if you are still." The blond nurse helped Nurse Kate secure my wrists at my sides in the same fashion.

Once again, Nurse Kate put her face near mine and talked gently. "The doctor feels that your condition may be a side effect of sexual frustration. We need to check a few levels on you, take a few samples, in order to be sure." She stroked my hair back and smiled. "This may feel awkward for you right now, but never forget that we have your best interests at heart. It will be over before you know it."

She placed a thermometer in my mouth. "Hold on to this, sweetie. This is one of those glass thermometers, so if it falls out it will break." I held on as firmly as I could. I looked down at my feet and saw that, while I had been distracted, the blond nurse had removed her normal uniform and was wearing just a short white skirt and a bra. I looked at Nurse Kate, asking with my eyes what was going on.

"Don't worry, this is all part of the test. Just lay back, relax, and let us collect our data." She lifted my gown up a bit, exposing my entire lower torso. She turned to the other nurse, "Will you hand me the lubricant, please?" I nearly dropped the thermometer.

The blond nurse handed the tube to Nurse Kate, who poured a liberal amount all over my genital area. Then, to my great amazement, she began to fondle me. "Just relax, Mr. Ace. The majority of our data must be collected when your penis is in an erect state." I felt my cock begin to tingle, the nerves waking up and the blood rushing to it. The blond nurse put a blood pressure cuff on my arm and inflated it.

I was hard now, and Nurse Kate was pumping me very slowly, rubbing the head a bit after every stroke, working me into a very aroused state. She stopped and looked at her handiwork. "Okay, let's get some measurements here. Hand me the tape, please." The blond nurse reached over my head to grab the tape off the counter, rubbing her breasts in my face in the process. She gave the tape to Nurse Kate and the two of them took every imaginable measurement of my cock. Girth, height, color, head circumference... I was going insane with the thermometer in my mouth, wondering if they were ever going to remember to take it out.

Nurse Kate removed her coat now, revealing a green lace bra that barely covered her perfect breasts. "You're doing so good, sweetie. Just hang in there, we have almost all the data we need now." She began pumping me again in earnest, faster and harder than before. For the first time in weeks, I could feel the semen start to bubble inside of me. She rubbed the head a bit, then continued stroking full force. "Don't have an orgasm, okay. You let me know if you are close. If you ejaculate, we will have to start over, which means you'll have to stay here like this for a few hours."

The blond nurse made it worse... She walked down to stand next to Nurse Kate and began massaging my balls lightly. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. I could feel myself surrendering to the sensations. Suddenly, the blond nurse put her hand on Nurse Kate's breast, and the two began kissing, looking right at me.

It was more than I could handle. I mumbled through the thermometer that I was going to cum. They both smiled at me, and Nurse Kate squeezed down hard on my cock just before I exploded. She held it there for a moment, then released. They looked down at my throbbing member and frowned. Nurse Kate looked at me a bit more sternly now. "I thought you were close. Hmm. Not even one drop of precum yet."

She began working me hard again, and they resumed kissing. The blond nurse walked behind Nurse Kate and removed her bra. She then took a turn stroking me as Nurse Kate returned the favor. They were kissing more passionately now, their tongues darting all over the place. But still they looked right into my eyes as the did it. I tensed, mumbled at them again, and they stopped, looking at my cock head.

A bit of precum dripped out the tip. Nurse Kate grabbed a small vial and tried to collect it. She held it up, studying it. "Well, there's some here, but not enough for a proper sample." She threw the vial in the trash and looked at me. "You're really making us work for this today, aren't you?" She smiled, her cheeks flush. Reaching beneath her skirt, she removed a matching pair of green panties, tossing them aside. "We're going to have to do this the hard way, I guess."

Nurse Kate lifted herself onto the table, straddling my chest. I could feel that she was wet, which drove me even more crazy. The blond nurse stood between my legs, pumping me, keeping me aroused. Nurse Kate wiggled a little on my chest, then took the thermometer out of my mouth. "Oh, poor thing. You do have a bit of a temperature. And your heart rate is a little elevated, too." She took my face in her hand. "Now, if you promise to sit there quietly and let us finish the tests, I'll make sure we make you feel much, much better." I nodded, starting to sweat.

Nurse Kate smiled at me, then slowly moved backward, sliding right on to my cock, and I was inside her. She put one finger to her lips and looked at me. "Shhhhhhhhh."

The blond nurse began kissing Nurse Kate's neck and fondling her breasts from behind. Nurse Kate began working herself up and down on my engorged dick. I felt my breath quiver as I tried so hard to be silent. Kate looked at me the whole time, setting the pace herself, making me want to thrust my hips. But I couldn't. I was secured too well.

Blond nurse started rubbing Nurse Kate's clit now, eliciting moans. She continued to nibble at her neck as well, and I could feel Kate starting to clench around me and quicken the pace. Her nipples were hard, her face and chest blushing red, and she sped up even more. I could feel myself starting to cum. I tried to speak. "Nurse Kate, I'm...."

"Shhhhhhhh....."

My breath trembled as I tried to hold it back. Nurse Kate whipped her head backward and froze for a moment, clenched me so tight I could tell that she came, and kept going. It was more than I could take. My body clenched, my toes curled, I closed my eyes and came. I came harder than I had in a long time, spurting over and over. I nearly passed out, it was so strong. Eyes still closed, I heard her whisper to me, "Breathe.... breathe......"

Finally, my body relaxed. I opened my hazy eyes and saw both nurses looking back at me, smiling. Nurse Kate leaned forward, rubbing my chest. "Well, I bet you feel better now, don't you?"

She got down off the table, pulled her skirt down, and looked at my slowly declining dick. "Well, unfortunately, the test results won't be accurate now. You'll have to stay here for a few more hours so we can try again." The blond nurse, looking a bit flustered herself, began massaging my balls again.

Nurse Kate reached down and kissed me full on the lips and bit my bottom lip slightly. She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. We'll keep trying until we get it right."

Waking Up is Hard to Do

2006-10-19T18:20:00.000-06:00

Have you ever woke and realized that your hips were pumping because you are so aroused? When you are being denied orgasms, it probably not the best way to start your day. But that's how my day started yesterday, and it sort of set the tone.

I think a part of me that has been buried deep is starting to awaken. I was on edge, brave, flirtatious, horny, forward, challenging. I wanted to cum and I didn't care what anyone else had to say about it.

Except I actually did care. Two weeks without is a huge deal for me. I am very proud of myself. One month ago I never would have dreamed I could do this.

And it helps, I suppose, that for all intents and purposes I do not currently hold the deed to my cock. Miss Kate has that tucked away in a safe deposit box somewhere, where it can keep me from harm. Even though I am the one edging myself every night, it is as if my hands are tied behind my back and she is getting me to that point. I can wriggle and try to escape the bonds, but she has tied them too well. All I can do is focus on the exquisite torment of the stimulation.

So I had my attitude yesterday, even knowing that my most basic desire was out of my grasp. I was confident at work, I walked tall and didn't take any shit from anyone. And then I came home, and relaxed, and did my homework, and fell asleep.

I dreamt that I was tied spread eagle to a bed, blindfolded. Kate whispered in my ear, "Just hang on a little longer. Don't cum until I tell you to." I said okay, then I felt a mouth working my dick. Up and down, licking here and there, sucking lightly on the head, kissing the tip... Hands caressing my balls, then stroking me. Slow, powerful strokes that became fast strokes over time.

I tried so hard to clench, to hold off the orgasm. She was working me hard though. I wanted to cum so bad, but I wanted to do it when she said. I could feel myself tightening for the final release. My whole body, in that moment, was filled with cum. It needed to get out, it wanted to get out so bad. I felt my cock swell and swell and swell as she licked the underside of the head and pumped me up and down.

In my fevered dream, I was begging to be allowed to cum. The hands that were working me stopped and lifted just out of my reach. I tried to raise my hips to find them, but then I felt naked legs straddle my chest, holding me down. Her lips close to my ear, she breathed, "It's not time yet." I felt her give my cock one last long squeeze.

And then I woke up.

10 Days? Really?

2006-10-15T19:07:00.000-06:00

Last night, I really had to go slowly to "edge". After putting tons of lube on the head, I rubbed around it slowly, trying very hard to breath. I touched it very lightly, hoping to make it easier on myself. Unfortunately, after about 20 seconds, I found myself trying so hard not to buck my hips or speed up. I had to stop.

But I hadn't edged yet, so I decided to rub just the underside of the shaft with a couple of fingers. If felt really good, and gave me a moment to just enjoy the feeling. I then began rubbing the top, then the head again. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, stroked slowly, got about 15 strokes in, then I was at the edge. I just squeezed down for a minute... I can't believe how long I'm starting to stay on the edge when I get there. I was pulsing, so ready for release....

I went to bed, and fell asleep quickly. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized I was still hard, and bucking my hips a bit. I got a drink, and went back to sleep. It took awhile to fall back asleep, but I felt a certain sense of happiness.

It has now been 10 days since I last came. Ten days! For me, that is not even a real number. I have never gone so long! I realized that the reason for my happiness is that I have someone guiding me who makes me think I can do it, can improve myself. I'm not doing this alone, and I think the teasing and denial is less important than the journey of discovery I am on.

I don't know how much longer I'll be in denial mode, how much longer I can last, but I know I will try because Ms Kate makes the rewards for me so sweet. She is truly a talented and incredible person, and I trust her with this very special part of my journey. The road for me is rough, but the driver makes it less bumpy.

Another Story for You

2006-10-14T12:04:00.000-06:00

I've fallen behind again, mostly due to outside forces that usurp my time. Anyway, I am now in my 8th day of orgasm denial, and I have to say... It is not getting easier. But I am thinking a lot about how incredible it feels to let someone tell you when you can and can't have pleasure. It's quite electrifying. Here's a fantasy that is currently running through my mind... Hope you enjoy.

TIME ZONES

It was the first day of their long, international vacation. She stood framed in the bay window, looking out over the city as the sun rose. Her hair, still wet from the shower, fell in long strands down her back. A gentle breeze flew through the window, and she snuggled into the terrycloth robe. Suddenly, his arms were around her. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear, stroked the her hair back, gently.

She started to speak, but he was now nibbling on the other ear. She tilted her head back to kiss his neck, bringing her arms up to hold his head. He took the chance to slide his hand into the front of her robe, caressing her breast. She shivered slightly, melting to the touch.

Grabbing the belt, he untied the robe, letting it fall to the ground. It was chilly, but he wrapped his arms around her body, protecting her from the cold. She could tell that he was naked behind her, his hardness throbbing at the small of her back. She tried to turn around to face him, but his arms were exploring her, touching her most delicate skin, feeling out the curve of her hips, her stomach, her beautiful breasts.

He kissed down her back, enjoy her shoulder blades, the curve of her spine, the small of her back. His lips touched each of her ass cheeks, then made their way back up to her neck. Fondling her breasts, he breathed hard into her ear, his primal way of telling her he wanted her, needed her. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her on the warm down comforter.

He hovered above her, staring at her face, drinking in her eyes, then sealing their mouths together with a passionate kiss. He ran his tongue down her body, tracing her collarbone, her stomach, then to her breasts. With tender movement, he rolled a nipple between his lips, then the other. The stiffness in them betrayed her passion. He sucked on them for a moment, then released, blowing warm air on the wet flesh.

Moving down, he spread her legs with his, kissing lower and lower, kissing the insides of her thighs. She moaned a little as he gently began licking her already wet pussy, tasting her, feeling her give in to the pleasure. Her legs locked around him, pushing his tongue further inside. He made circles with his tongue, little flicks, then some very light sucking. Her hips began to slowly buck up and down.

He couldn't take any more. Hovering above her again, he entered her, enveloped by her tight, warm core. He began slowly thrusting into her. Her face was red, her breathing erratic. He continued, nice slow thrusts, enjoying the feel of it. She grabbed his ass, started setting the pace herself now, breathing hard, sweating, working to a final, wonderful release.

He grunted, feeling the pressure build in him. "Don't cum yet," she whispered between thrusts. He clenched his muscles, concentrated, and kept thrusting forward. "Don't cum until I tell you to."

Faster now, harder, their hands roaming everywhere, touching everything. She closed her eyes, rolled her head back. He kept thrusting, pulsing, pushing her to the limit. Suddenly, she tightened, frozen, and moaned breathily. He kept thrusting for a moment more, driving her to her second, and third breathless moments. He had to stop, then, to hold back his own release. She looked at him with glazed eyes, smiling. They stared at each other for an eternity, then she ran her fingers through his hair.

"That was incredible, my dear." He smiled. "But I told you you could cum on Monday, and today is Sunday. Sorry."

Damn time zones.

Days 9 and 10: Finding My Zen

2006-10-10T19:52:00.000-06:00

Sorry I was such a slacker yesterday. I've been really busy, so I thought I'd catch up two days in one post.

The feelings and emotions of Day 8 are still fresh in my mind, but I am once again being kept in orgasm denial. I think I will probably be kept in this state for longer this time, and I am very anxious to see what I am capable of. I went a week without cumming last time, but only three days of that included "homework". This time, I'm edging every day from Day 1. We'll see what's in store for me.

Yesterday I felt like, yeah, I could do this. It's not as bad as I think. Then, as the day grew into night, I realized that I was quickly finding myself in the same boat. Frustrated, aching, wanting desperately to quench my thirst for release. Truth be told, though, the support of several kind people has taken a bit of the edge off. I have had constant encouragement and guidance from the lovely Ms. Kate, and several others from the Cockcontrol.com community have rallied behind me.

I've been thinking a lot about myself, how I've let loose a submissive side of my soul that is soooo ready to trust and be nurtured. It's a bit scary for me to allow someone else to control something so personal to me, but I think it has been long overdue. I get myself in too much trouble when I think I know everything.

Will I be able to make it this time? Will I learn something new about myself? Will I learn new things about others? These questions keep me going. It's why I once again find myself stroking my cock to the very brink, every night, and then forcing myself not to cum. It's a very powerful contrast, being so close yet so far. Knowing that one or two more twitches of my wrist, or a thrust of my hips, or a muscle tensing in my stomach, and I'll release the orgasm that I've been trying so often to coax to the surface. That's mind blowing to me.

In those moments when my breath fails me, when my muscles lock and my fingers curl, when time stand still and the world is absolutely silent, I find myself clinging to my "zen", that image or idea or story or voice, that makes me want to be good for one more day.

Tomorrow is exciting.

Day 8 - Will She or Won't She

2006-10-08T19:37:00.000-06:00

Well, the day finally came for me to call Ms. Kate again. I could think of nothing else the entire day, though I had so much to do! She IM'd me to tell me what I needed to bring for the session, and made sure I was still doing my homework.

I called the main line and a beautiful voice told me Kate was not available yet. (I found out later it was Ally, who is all sorts of nice.) She had Kate call me when she was ready. I answered the phone, she gave me some sweet and sexy hellos, told me I was doing good, and we began.

I won't go into the specifics of the session too much. It was very special and overwhelming for me and I want to keep that between myself and Kate. Basically, she knew I was DYING to have an orgasm and that I was incredibly aroused, so she had me do some things to keep myself from cumming. She reminded me that I didn't get to choose this time... She got to choose if I was going to get to cum or not.

Kate guided me expertly through a mind-blowing session, guiding me to do the things that she knew would turn me on and make it harder for me to hold back. When she needed to, she coached me down off the peak, making me wait, teaching me to control myself.

My skin was electrified, my body was more in tune with the sensations it was experiencing than ever before. I closed my eyes, blocked out the entire world, and just focused on her voice. I was completely in her hands. As far as I was concerned, my hands were her hands... She was right there, whispering in my ear...

Then, she said that since I'd been so good, she'd decided to let me cum. But only if I could do it when she said "10". I was made to stroke faster, harder, really work towards an orgasm. She counted tortuously slow, helping me stay with her as she kept counting... Made me stroke really fast on eight... nine... and ten....

And then all of the last week was released. All the doubt, the frustration, the anxiety... It was all gone and in it's place was a gentle glow. I think that's all I'll share about that.

Afterwords, it took me ten minutes to want to move again, and even by this morning I was feeling euphoric and happy. What an incredible experience. And I don't have any plans to give up on it now.

Part of the reason I'm keeping this blog is to express myself to others who may be going through the same things. I also need a way to chronicle what I'm going through, what I am discovering about myself. I hope you understand why I choose not to give the specifics about something that was very meaningful to me. I think it cheapens it. I worry about what I'm saying already.

Thank you to all those who are holding my hand during this journey. This is the beginning.

Day 7

2006-10-07T10:17:00.000-06:00

I was so sensitive and aching yesterday. I have not been able to stop thinking about my upcoming call session with Ms. Kate. My balls, starting to get sore now, are hanging lower and fuller than usual, and the head of my cock is very, very sensitive to stimulation. I was a wreck. Then, Kate IM'd me that night and told me she wouldn't be available. I didn't want somebody else training me right now, so I told her I could wait. She was very sweet, and told me to continue with my "homework."

Edging was really difficult last night. I laid down on my bed, so my cock was pointing straight up, and let the lube drizzle from the top of the head down to the base. I didn't move for a moment, just enjoyed the sensation of the the trickling liquid. Then, I began fondling the head, rubbing my fingers around it in a circular motion. I grabbed the base lightly and stroked up and down very, very slowly. It only took about five strokes for me to begin worrying that I wasn't going to make it, so I stopped for a minute. Then I began to rub only the underside of the head, which felt really good. I expanded the area to the whole underside of the cock, then the top side, then just the top of the head. I wrapped my fist around the head and bucked my hips up into my fist. Six strokes, and I was at the edge.... Hold it... Hold it... breath.... breath..... breath...............

And relax. That was one.

I squeezed the head over and over again, like a pulse, until just the squeezing was too stimulating. I rubbed up and down just the sides of my cock. I fondled my balls for a minute, then rubbed circles around just below the head. That was it.... On the edge again... Tensing muscles, cum building to the surface, wanting to get out, pushing, bubbling.... Hold it... Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum...... Start to relax... still pulsing... don't move, don't breath..... Squeeeeeeeze the muscles......

And relax. That was two.

I lay there for a moment thinking about how far I've come in the last week. How I've discovered a submissive side of myself that I really like. How I've been brave enough to give someone control of my pleasure. How I now find myself wondering every day what my next challenge or task will be.

Tired, relieved, frustrated, and aroused, I went to bed.

Day 6: 99% Isn't Close to 100%

2006-10-06T09:48:00.000-06:00

So, yesterday was probably my hardest day ever. I think it's because I was replaying the call in my mind in addition to the fact that I wasn't allowed to have an orgasm. Lady Kate checked in on me a couple of times to make sure I was okay, and reminded me that, even though it's really difficult for me right now, the rewards with be with it. She's such a sweetie. :)

Anyway, the only big mistake I made yesterday was surfing on over to Cock Control during Princess Grace's "Tease Time" chat. I thought it was going to be her and others discussing the teasing process, but instead she wove a fantasy for the chat members to stroke to. Yikes! Fortunately, she saw me there, had read my blog, and reminded me to be a good boy. (As if she needed to remind me...) Miss Kate showed up a bit later and we had a fun chat for awhile, then she said she had to go and told me to do my homework.

I was a wreck, having a hard time thinking of anything but having an orgasm. My penis has never been so hard so often in a single day as it was yesterday, and I just had to resist touching it as much as possible. I was able to get to the edge once very quickly, but I got soooo close to losing it that I had to really concentrate. I took some deep breaths and tried to get to my second edge, but every time I touched my cock, I start to buck. I had to wait a good five minutes to try again, and even then I had to use a massive amount of lube and the lightest, most torturous stroking to control myself.

I was amazed at my own penis. I have never had so much pre-come drizzle out in my life! My cock was so hard that the skin was stretched almost completely to capacity, and I could feel it. The girth of it was noticeably wider than usual, and noticeably more solid. The head was swollen and getting to be a very dark shade of red.

Finally, I got to the edge again. I stopped, took my hand away so I could calm down when I realized the edge wasn't wearing off like before. It just hung there, I couldn't move or I would have lost it. My hands were clenched in fists. I finally had the presence of mind to pull down on my balls just a little, and it finally went away.

What I learned today is that 99% of an orgasm is NOT close to 100%. It's soooo not the same thing. That last 1% is where all the release comes, where all of the tension goes away. Stopping just before I get there makes my entire body shiver and pulse. My stomach aches and my balls feel sore. My head throbs and my vision gets blurry. I don't think clearly anymore. I almost called Kate to beg her permission to cum, but I really am trying hard to please her right now.

And I have to do it all over again tonight.

Day 5: My First Call

2006-10-05T11:12:00.000-06:00

Even a few hours after the call, I'm still feeling a bit off center.

I found a quiet room, removed all my clothing, and sat on the bed. The ice cubes and lube that she'd told me to have ready were placed on the table next to me. I put my head down on my pillow, relaxed, and took some deep breaths. My penis was soft, probably because I was so nervous. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get an erection.

Then I dialed. The operator, who herself was quite sexy, took my information. By the time she was ready to connect me to Mistress Kate, I was rock hard. Kate answered, I told her who I was, and she said she'd been thinking about our session all day! I could tell she already had plans for me!

Next, she asked me to tell here what option I chose. I gulped, then said I wanted her to control whether or not I had an orgasm. She responded very positively to this, which made me even more excited. She reminded me that after that, there would be no changing my mind. I stuck to my guns and told her that was what I wanted.

She then guided me to stroke myself, with liberal amounts of lube, in ways that I had not even thought of, bringing me to the edge time and time again. She could tell by my breathing when I was about to lose it, so she'd make me stop, take my hands away, and take some deep breaths. This happened over and over again, until I was literally quiverring. She even said she could hear my voice shaking. And every time we stopped, she'd encourage me, tell me I was doing good, tell me that she loved what she was hearing. She told me naughty, dirty things that I won't even repeat here, as they will excite me too much.

My penis was soaked in lube, throbbiing. My hips would not stop bucking, I was so close to cumming. Finally, she said it was time to find out if I was going to get an orgasm. She guided me harder than ever to the edge, kept asking me if I wanted release. This is when it actually hit me that I might not get to cum! I begged, I pleaded, I asked her to please, please, PLEASE let me cum. She asked me if I needed it, she asked me if I wanted it, she asked me if she should let me cum... I gasped yes, please, please, over and over and over, and she kept making me stroke harder, and then... she made me stop.

She told me she wasn't going to let me cum. For my own sake, to train me to become what I need to become, I needed to go without. I tried so hard to be charming, asking her if she was sure. She was firm, but kind. She told me that she knew it was hard for me, but it would help me in the long run.

Then she gave me my homework. Not only do I not get to cum, I have to edge myself twice in a row, right before bed, for the next two days. Then I may call her back with my progress. I said okay. She told me not to cum, she made me swear to her that I wouldn't. I promised, I even pinkie swore. Then we said our goodbyes and she was gone.

My legs were shaky for the rest of the night, and I woke up today with the biggest erection I have ever had in my life. It's taking all my determination to do what she's asked of me. I trust her that it will be worth it.

Thank you, Kate, for guiding my fantasy.

Day 4 Update: I've Been Given a Choice

2006-10-04T10:47:00.000-06:00

So, last night, after I posted my daily update, Ms. Kate IM'ed me to let me know she liked my blog. We talked a bit about our upcoming session, and then she asked me the question that had me reeling.

She told me I had to choose one of three things. My choices were:

1. I decide that I get to cum during our session.
2. I decide that I don't get to cum during our session.
3. I let her decide whether or not I get to cum.

I was a wreck when she said this... Then she added that she would ask me once at the beginning of the call what my choice was. After that, there would be no changing my mind. I would have to live with the decision. Wow.

She told me not to decide now, but to think about it all day and decide when I called her. As you can imagine, I didn't sleep well last night.

What would you do?

Day 4 - Doing My Best

2006-10-03T23:54:00.000-06:00

I'm doing my best... Once again had a difficult day trying to be a good boy. I'm happy to say I didn't orgasm today, but it was close. I am probably going to just be hard now until I am able to call Cockcontrol.com for some training. I really, really, really hope that the stars can align for me to call on Wednesday night, or, more accurately, very early Thursday morning. I'm off to bed before long, but keep your fingers crossed for me... Either way, I'll check in tomorrow.

Day 3

2006-10-02T23:25:00.000-06:00

Day 3... It's now after midnight, so I'm well into Day 4. I'm getting prepared to try to call Cock Control on Wednesday night. The combination of thinking about that and finding pics like these to fantasize about meant that once again I ended the day as a failure.

One of my fantasies is that I'm on a boat for a week with my mistress, and she's keeping me naked, hard and frustrated the entire time. Out here on the ocean, I have no choice but to allow her to train me to be the perfect little cock controlled slave. She rubs up against me, fondles me mercilessly, and teases me with hot, erotic stories the entire time.

Just in case I might try to take matters into my own hands, my arms are bound behind my back all day. And at night, I'm tied spread eagle on the deck, with nothing to do but let my engorged cock pulse in the night air. She's promised me that, if I can last the whole week without begging to cum, she'll reward me with an orgasm I'll never forget. But if I do beg before the week is through, I won't get to cum for another month.

This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for her choice of attire...

-ace

Day 2 - A Denial Story for You

2006-10-02T08:58:00.000-06:00

Well, I did pretty well for most of day two, mostly because I steered clear of my computer every time I started feeling the itch. Finally, though, I logged on and found myself looking at another set of pictures that really turned me on. Once again, any time I can find a picture set with a beautiful woman that can be interpreted as a teasing and controlling situation, I'm pretty much hooked. I am a very story oriented person, so it's almost impossible for me to resist such a tempting visual treat.

I tried to start off slow to pace myself, but in less than a minute I was out of control, as usual, and within two or three minutes I was done. Damn it, I know I can do better than that! Why am I so fast? Grrr... Hopefully, I'll start improving very soon, with the help of some kind woman.

Anyway, here's a short story to show you a peek into my mindset regarding these particular photos. It's much longer than it would have been if I had written it while I stroked, but I digress. Let me know what you think, I can always use some honest feedback.

Testing the Leash
by ace

It was raining again, just as it had been every night in the past week. Thanks to the traffic, I arrived for our date half an hour late. Soaking wet, I ran as fast as I could to her front door, searched a moment for the doorbell, then frantically knocked, hoping she would answer quickly.

A drenched eternity passed until the door knob finally clicked and the door opened. There she was, wearing the pink sweater I had given her as a gift, an annoyed look on her face.

"You're late. I thought you chickened out."

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "It was the rain, and the traffic, and..."

"Just come in." She took my hand and led me through the door. "I'm just glad you came. I've been looking forward to this all week."

She shot me a flirtatious smile as I stepped in out of the rain, soaking her entryway doormat. My nervousness began to fade. I tried to act composed and collected, but I was shivering from a mixture of wet and adrenaline. Thinking my feet were now dry, I began to step forward into the main room.

She put her hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait, you're still dripping wet, and we both know what brought you here." She took one step away from me, and glanced up and down my body. "Why don't you just take your wet clothes off right here, let me see what I'll be working with tonight."

So, this was it. I'd come too far to turn back now. Wiping a strand of wet hair from my face, I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my bare chest.

"Don't be shy. Shoes, pants, underwear... I want it all off." She stepped forward, unbuttoned my pants, then stepped back again and continued to stare. This action sent shivers down my spine, and my cock began to harden. She wasn't just looking at me, she was looking through me.

I continued by removing my shoes and socks, and then, hands shaking, I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock, now throbbing and solid, peeked through the slit in my boxers. She didn't say anything about this, she just continued looking me up and down, enjoying the show. I put my thumbs in the elastic of my boxers and peeled them off, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable.

Once again she approached, putting one hand on my hip. "There, now that wasn't so bad. I think you even enjoyed it." Her hand brushed my manhood briefly, making it bounce. "Now, turn around, gather all you clothes up, and hand them to me."

I did as I was told, giving her a full view of my backside. As I picked up the last sock, she spanked me lightly, and giggled. I flinched, surprised, then turned around and handed her the pile.

"Thank you. Now put your hands on your head," she cooed, as she walked over to a closet, threw the clothes inside, and pulled out a black bag. "Let's get you into something more comfortable, shall we?" She set the bag on the hallway table, a few feet away from me, and pulled out a length of chain with a small leather handle on one end.

Approaching me with the chain, she put her manicured finger under my chin, pushing my head up. "Keep your head up for a minute, let me get this fastened." I waited a moment for the leather to wrap around my neck, assuming it was a leash. I was surprised when I suddenly felt her grab my balls and pull them away from my body, wrapping a collar behind them and up over my cock. I heard a small metallic click and knew it was a pad lock. She tugged on the leash gently.

"Is that too tight?"

"N-no... It's... no." It was taking all of my strength not to look down at her handiwork. I could feel her delicate hand touching, poking, prodding around the collar, checking to see if it was on right.

"Are you sure? If it's too tight, it'll cut off the circulation and you'll be numb." She grabbed my manhood, lifted it for a moment, then released, making it bob in the air. "Could you feel that okay?"

"Y..yes. I can feel that. It's not..."

"What about on the sides?" She brushed her nails back and forth across the left side a few times, then the right. "Are you feeling sensation when I do this with my fingers?"

"...yes... unh....yes...." I groaned, trying to force myself to relax.

She gingerly brushed back and forth along the top of it now. "And how about here? Can you feel that okay?"

It was too much, I knew I would cum if she didn't stop soon. "I'm going to... I can't hold it..." I tried to focus on the ceiling above me, tried to think of something other than the woman working me into a frenzy.

Fingernails tapped along the underside of my cock, paying special attention to the head. "Good. And what about when I do this? What does it feel like I'm doing now?"

"It... feels like.... uhnnnhhh.... like you're tickling the....bottom..... of.....unnhhhhhh...."

"What's the matter?" She cupped the head of my cock in her hand, pumping it very gently. "Are you having trouble feeling that? Can you tell that I'm squeezing you with my hand?" She rubbed the head with her thumb and forefinger. "Can you feel me rubbing you on your swollen, purple cock head?"

Toes curling, I put all my effort into keeping my head pointed up, my hands interlocked in my hair. I was able to manage another "...uhnhhhhnnnn...."

She wrapped her hand full around my cock, pumping it slowly with a feather light touch. "Are you sure you can't feel that? Because it looks like you're starting to leak a bit of fluid out of the tip." She kept pumping, but extended her thumb so it could touch the watery liquid. "If this is coming out of you, I bet you're feeling really tense right now, trying to hold back so you don't embarrass yourself by cumming too quickly. Am I right?"

"Uhnnnnn......"

Her stroke speed increased. "You're probably wondering if you can take it any longer, if you should just shoot your load. I bet you feel like there's a hot, boiling release inside you, just waiting for you to give in and let it out. Is that how you feel?"

"........"

"I said is that how you feel?!"

".....uhhhnnnnnnn..yessss...."

"Do you feel like you will burst at any second, like you're going to ruin this entire night because the pleasure is just too intense?!" She began pumping at a breakneck speed. "Answer me!"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to cum right now? Do you?"

"Yes! Yes!" I was gritting my teeth. I knew I was too far past the point of no return.

"Then cum!"

I grunted, my muscles spasmed, and then....

Suddenly, she tugged up forcefully on the leash, holding it up while my body shook in a near orgasmic state. She kept pulling, holding steady, until my urge subsided. Somehow, someway, she had stopped me from cumming.

In shock, I sighed out deeply, unclenching the muscles in my stomach. She tilted my head back down so that we were face to face. She smiled at me with a cheshire grin. "There, your leash is on." She walked around behind me, lowered my hands and crossed them behind my back, and I felt cold steel handcuffs click into place. She walked around in front me, leash in hand, and tugged on my very confused cock.

"Don't worry, sweetie. From now on, you won't come unless I say so. And that's a promise." She walked toward the living room, tugging me along with the leash.

TO BE CONTINUED

Day 1

2006-10-01T11:36:00.000-06:00

I started off yesterday in my usual way, surfing for images to get hard and worked up to. As usual, my starting point was Babes@theGoose, which currently has links to these pictures of Playmate of the Year Tiffany Fallon, which have caused me to loose control more than a few times. What gets me going about them is two things... She's a gorgeous woman, I could just stop there. But what really gets me going is fantasizing that she's controlling my cock, teasing me, bending me to her whims.

So, I was trying to not lose it to these pics, trying desperately, as usual, to last longer and enjoy the sensations without going for the quick release. I'm never successful at this, as I get too worked up and impatient, and yesterday was no exception. I finished quickly, and spent the rest of the morning frustrated with myself.

Later in the afternoon, I started feeling the urge again. This time, however, I decided to surf over to a site I've been lurking around on lately, Cock Control. I was looking at the profiles, and those of Ms. Kate, Ms. Grace, and Ms. Jade stood out to me. I've been wondering for a while now if I might be served by getting some outside help to correct my habits. It happened that all three women were online right then, so I joined the chat forum and nervously started talking.

Well, all the mistresses were kind to me, and Kate and Grace even worked me into a lather with the idea of doing a two mistress call with them. They were both called away to actual paying clients, so I took the opportunity to write an email to Kate. I explained to her my weaknesses and needs, and a little about my fantasies. Later that evening, she IM'ed me and told me she could definitely help, so we chatted for a bit about that. I really appreciated the extra time she took with me, even though she wasn't getting a single dime from me at the time. Hopefully I can make that up to her with lots of calls in the future... :)

Anyway, I wasn't able to do a call last night because other people weren't going to allow me the privacy to do it right. I'm hoping to do a half hour call on Wednesday, I think I can get away then. I'm feeling nervous and excited about this prospect, and I think the best sign that this will work is that last night I made the choice not to have another orgasm, even though I was hard as steel from talking to the mistresses. Even now, I'm still worked into a lather and not sure I'm going to make it the rest of the day. I do know that I want to be good, especially in leading up to this first call.

Thanks to Kate and Grace and Ally, the head mistress, who all made me feel comfortable and welcome. If anyone has advice, comments, or links, please don't be shy. I need all the help I can get!

Here Goes Everything

2006-10-01T10:49:00.000-06:00

I've decided to start this blog to chronicle my adventures in the world of orgasm denial and control. Here you'll discover many things... I'll be logging my journey as it unfolds and the trials that ensue from my own weaknesses. I'll also be revealing the people, ideas, and stories that make me weak, cause me to lose control. Please feel free, especially if you're a mistress or in the same boat as me, to leave comments and suggestions. I hope you find this blog useful and entertaining!