The Pleasures of Serving
It is funny how life changes as you move through it. Years ago, I orgasmed daily–sometimes multiple times. I had days where I orgasmed 8-10 times when with certain partners. And I had days when I did the same when no partner was available. lol The five finger version of a discount orgasm! I certainly don’t cum with that frequency anymore. And while I miss it in some ways, I don’t in others. I get real enjoyment serving my Queen. Giving her orgasms is really as good as getting them myself. The pleasure I feel is real. Angus will press hard against his cage, but I will be satisfied. If she has released him from the cage, he will stand tall and temporarily want release, but ultimately will be satisfied with the excitement of pleasing her.
Washing the dishes and cooking for her takes on new meaning when doing it to serve her and when she acknowledges that fact. Doing anything to please her causes me sexual excitement. As a caged man, the erections are curtailed, but the excitement drives me onwards. When allowed and told to massage her or to do things that involve touching her… my excitement is palpable.
One of the neat things about this is how each of us finds the excitement of the other feeds our own excitement. So in serving my Queen, I become aroused and excited and this helps her to also become aroused and excited. If only we didn’t have adult children around as much…lol