A few years back, King and I celebrated Ostara with Yoni Eggs Ostara. He felt it time we revisit that idea as I hadn’t been using my eggs in some time.

For a full moon cycle before Ostara, he did not grace my pussy with his cock. Not even once. Instead, he required that I keep a Yoni Egg inside of me for a progressively longer period of time and with progressively smaller, therefore more challenging, eggs.

During this time, he certainly didn’t go without! Only my puss was left lonely, wet, and bereft of his company. Every morning I worshipped his magnificent cock with my mouth, drinking in his blessing, before lying flat on our bed. He then lifted my legs into the diaper position, gave my ass a good spanking, and inserted the egg of his choice. If, at any time before he gave permission, I allowed the egg to slip from my body, I was to inform him immediately. Every evening when he got home from work, he would then decide upon my consequence.

Last Monday, for instance, I allowed the egg to slip out four times. He was not pleased, and neither was I. I hadn’t been paying attention at all to my body. To be clear, King was in no way angry, simply disappointed.

“You haven’t let it slip out more than once in the last week, and today four times?” he stated as I stood before him, my hands behind my back. I said nothing because I had no excuse.

Sighing, he went into the bedroom and came back with a set of clover clips. I paled. I HATE those!!

“Four minutes. You will keep those one and not one sound will you make.”

He had me stand about two feet from a wall, legs spread, hands flat on the wall. The chain dangled between my clamped nipples and I was already starting to tear up.

I heard him remove his belt. I wasn’t afraid of his belt because he never strikes hard with it, but the thuddy nature of it would cause me to jut forward, thereby making the chain and my breasts swing. That movement would tighten the already tight clamps.

“No sound,” he reminded me.

I bit my lip, but was able to obey. He kept me in position, my ass pointed outward, bend over me and said, “Well done.”

He released both clamps and I screamed. He helped me to stand, kissed me, and again praised my acceptance of my consequence. I kept the egg in for the next two hours.

That night, as King had decreed, just like every other night during this moon cycle, I showered, shaved, and lubricated my anus. I climbed onto the bed while he undressed, and positioned myself on my knees, face on the mattress, ass in the air. He mounted me from behind, easily sliding into my well condition anus. In and out he thrust until we both found our release. Only after he had filled me did he then shower. He plugged my ass to ensure his gift stayed inside until morning when he would release the plug before inserting the egg.

Today, though, is Ostara. Today, he will use my pussy again. Today, I can demonstrate just how toned my muscles have become. Today, we will celebrate.