Now I Know Why Sally Doesn't Need More of Me In The Bedroom

My Fears For Men

Will there be a time when we as men will be less needed to warm the bed of our partners because they have found a way to do it much more and at a higher intensity than we could do?

What about the emotional bonding, the passionate touch, the over consuming desires and the way we allure their bodies?

Are these not enough to passionately prefer us than other externally acquired feelings.

These externalities which have no personality and void of humanity, feelings, passion and care?

As I tossed these ideas in my mind, I partially started to blame myself for not being able to stay on long enough recently.

I remember in our last 2 sessions, my wife Sally was not able to have her most cherished orgasm. But these two are exceptions, and must she have an orgasm in every sex session?

Was My Frequent Absence Also An Issue?

I had an organisation meeting out of town, leaving that morning everything was usual.

I was expecting Sally to be bored with me because she has her two days off and I was also travelling and be back in two days.

After helping me pack, she quickly dropped my bag in the car, but she looks a bit on the edge as if she wants me to go quickly.

She saw me off to the car, gave me a peck on the cheek and off she went.

Sally smiled at me as she closed and locked the door; her two days off alone had begun.

I drove off not thinking much about the little nuance in her action.

About 5 minutes into my journey I remembered I have left the digital ID card that will allow me access into my hotel room, I quickly made a U turn and raced back home.

I decided to call Sally through the bedroom window than reaching my keys to open the front door.

Upon looking through the window I then understood everything;

What I Failed to Noticed Over the Years

Sally's years of pleasuring herself have left an indelible deep mark in her pleasure trove.

Making love with me to her has limitations.

She may be wondering how long I could jam her insatiable little hole as against what she could do with her age old electronic automated system.

She strode into the bedroom and stripped quickly, tossing her clothes in the corner and opening her closet.

I decided to wait and see what she has up her sleeves;

My Discoveries

From the back corner she pulled out an unassuming cardboard box and set it on the bed.

Opening the box she looked over her collection of toys and restraints. Taking her pick of her favourites, she attached thick leather cuffs to three corners of the bed frame.

To the fourth was a simple pair of handcuffs on a longer chain.

Next out of the box were a ball gag, blindfold, and some ear plugs, all set on the pillow.

Last chosen, was a small butt plug and a remote-controlled vibrator. Satisfied with her choices she set the rest of the box on the floor and returned to the kitchen.

She came with a glass full of red wine, finishing her glass in one long drink, she opened the freezer and came with a small Tupperware of ice. A handcuff key sat in the bottom, frozen solid.

I realised this wasn't her first time and she knew she would have about an hour and a half before it would melt enough for accessing the key.

Back to the bedroom she set the container on the night-side table, making sure it was in reach of the chained handcuff.

First up was the vibrator. She slid it in easily as if the whole session has been carefully rehearsed.

Grabbing some lube, she slowly worked the butt plug in next, sighing as she pushed past the widest part and felt it settle in snugly.

How I Felt Defeated and Helpless

She climbed on the bed and set to binding her ankles.

Next came the ball gag, taking both hands to fasten it.

Pulling the blindfold on but not down, she put in the earplugs and the small noises of the world around her must have disappeared.

Pulling up an app on her phone, she started a series of her favourite vibration patterns.

Pulling down the blindfold, she found the open handcuff by feel. Sliding her right hand into it she checked one last time she could reach the ice, and then pushed the handcuff tight against the bed.

She could only imagine the clicks that sealed her fate as it locked tight.

The vibrator started low, and she gasped. Without sight and hearing, her world narrowed to the soft vibrations within her.

Minutes passed as she relaxed into her fantasy of being helpless at the mercy of someone else.

Pulling against the restraints, her body tightened as the vibrations spiked hard for a few seconds before dropping back down, a brief tease of what was to come.

I stood there in amazement, I had an idea about her using vibrators way back when we were dating but I have never witnessed this avalanche of sex tools and such grave wanton.

How long has this been going on, and where did she learn all this?

I realised time has lost meaning to her as the vibrator cycled, bringing her close to the edge before backing off again and again.

Her body thrashed against the tight bonds as she moaned into the gag before dropping back onto the bed fully.

Legs shaking she sighed softly as the vibrator went back to a soft low buzz. Her reprieve was short lived before the next cycle started, teasing her again mercilessly.

I didn't disturb her ecstasy, I rather went back to the car fetched my keys and open the front door. She had no idea that I have entered the house.

I Was Completely Devastated

Apart from the act being debilitating to our union, I also see it as self deprecating and very selfish.

Has all the zeal and passion I put into satisfying her gone for nothing?

How many women are going through similar act in their marriages?

Would this magnify the already difficult challenges men are going through in the bedroom and can these toys eventually alienate us from our partners sexually?

How long is it going to take before this insidious act strangle our sex life making us non attractive to each other?

Has This Got to Do With My Decline?

I have just turned 57 almost about 10 years older than Sally, my erections could not go the full length it used to do when I was 40.

I expect Sally to understand and together find a solution to that if she feels insatiable.

Sally cherishes her orgasm, but she hasn't for once informed or talked to me about her insatiability sexually.

I always thought I was doing my best but this incidence set me thinking, I'm I losing her to sexual toys or may be to a much younger man in the near future?

I have more questions than answers, and moving forward I just don't know how I can get Sally to back off from this act, and the big question is, can I satisfy her the way her little toys are doing for her now?

I took my card from the dining table in the kitchen and walked out of the house without her knowing.

I was disturbed all through my engagement at the program.

I engaged Sally when I came back, she was shocked I knew every detail but she shows no remorse. To her, so far as she is not having any engagement with any man she feels its safe and no one should be hurt.

What's My Way Forward?

I wish we could go back to the old times when she used to cherished my masculinity and every bit of her sexual desires were satisfied by me. 

As men we can't stand our women being satisfied by any other apart from ourselves, whether human, toys or robots.

I have an herculean task ahead of me, and taking over from those toys would be a very long and arduous journey.

For me, this journey would be paved with the strength of a horse, a heart that can keep pumping blood for incessant erection and a passion that is stronger than the steam from a locomotive engine.