Soaked

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Sometimes She Wants To Play As A Submissive

Mistress K. had told me that on occasion, she wants to be the submissive.  She wants to be taken, spanked, fucked and generally be used like a sex slave girl.  By me! 

I've told her that all she has to do is give me an indication that she is in a sub mood, and I will take it from there, because I didn't want to be mistaken and then be perceived as being disobedient or disrespectful.  After all, she is the Dominant and I am the submissive.

Her response was, "No.  I expected you to be able to sense when that is, and act upon it.  You will be expected to just know, without being told.  If I choose the wrong time or misread her desires, I will be punished severely... for being disobedient and disrespectful.  Which has happened in the past.  Ouch!

Monday was the day.  When we woke up, she was all playful, cuddly, and sheepish.  Baby talk and behavior that screamed horny slave girl wanting to be put in her place.  The problem was that I had to get to the office for a big meeting, and I was already late.  

While I was in the kitchen making her coffee, she came out of the bedroom, naked, put her hands on the counter, stuck her gorgeous bottom out, and said, "Please spank me, I'm a naughty girl.  I spanked her kinda hard but not really.  She said, "Harder"!  So, I spanked her harder, and she moaned.  She knew I was late and let me go get ready for the office.  

While at the office, I was getting all horned up thinking about her acting like a wanton little slut, and decided that this was one of those moments where she wanted to be subjugated and treated like a little sex slave girl.  

While at work, I texted her and told her I would be home in an hour or so, and that I expected her to be naked, on her tummy, on the bed.  Next to her, she was to have picked out her favorite dildo and her wand vibrator.  

I nervously hit 'send' and waited.  Waited for a reply, not knowing what it might be.  I saw the little bubbles moving, so I knew she was replying, but that's all there was.  Just the bubbles.  No reply.  Shit ... now what? Did I pick the wrong moment?  Dammit.  Not knowing is worse than being told I am getting punished. 

About 45 minutes later, right before getting in the car to go home, I texted her again and asked if she had received my text. "Yes," was all she said.  Dammit again.  Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait to see what happens when I got home.

I walked into the house and went straight to the bedroom ... and there she was.  Dutifully lying naked, on her tummy, on the bed, flanked by her favorite rubber cock (the big one) and her vibrator.  I walked over to her, ran my hand up her leg, over her ass, back, and head, leaned down, whispered "Good girl".  She let out the tiniest little moan. 

I told her that I knew what she needed today, and I was pleased to see that she also knew.  I told her she was going to have several orgasms, but first, there was the matter of her reckless behavior in the kitchen that morning when she was naked with the blinds open, and how it needed to be addressed and corrected.  She replied, "Yes, Daddy".  (I don't even know if the blinds were open)

Holy shit ... this is going to be awesome.

I went and got the very paddle she uses on me, and after rubbing her bottom with it, began to paddle her ass.  She was very much wanting, needing even, this spanking.  She was moaning in delight and raising her ass off the bed.  I increased the rate and intensity of the swats, and she just seemed to want more.  She has always been a bit of a masochist and sometimes, like now, just loves the pain.  She begged for more and for harder.  I gave it to her.

When she had had enough, I told her I was going to shower. While I was gone, she was to stand in the corner with her hands on her head, without moving, and wait for me to return.  

When I returned about 20 minutes later, she was told to turn, kneel, and suck my cock.  She eagerly complied.  Once I was good and hard, she was ordered onto the bed, on her back, and to put on a show for me with her nice big rubber cock and vibrator.  She was instructed to orgasm within one minute.  She orgasmed hard in about 30 seconds.  I told her to keep going and that I wanted at least two more orgasms from her, with the cock inserted.  She had 3 more until she finally said that she couldn't anymore, right then.  She was hot, sweaty, and spent.  And Jesus Christ, just so hot and sexy!

I climbed onto the bed and between her legs and placed my rock-hard cock at her entrance.  She whimpered a tiny bit when I gave her instructions to ask, no, beg me to fuck her.  She did right away, I pushed myself inside of her and fucked slow at first and then good and hard.  She was so lost in her own temporary version of subspace and had another orgasm.  

As you can imagine, I hardly EVER am allowed to fuck her like this, and it was so incredibly sexy.  I just kept fucking until I was ready to cum, and without asking permission, and had the best orgasm I have had in years.  It was amazing.  We both collapsed and laid there for a while until we got up, ordered take-out delivery dinner, and relaxed for the rest of the night.

I thanked her for allowing me to do that with her, and she thanked me for knowing when and how press her buttons on this night.  She reminded me that her playtime was over and that she was back in charge.  Then we went to bed.

I always wake up before Mistress K., if for no other reason, to be ready to deliver her coffee bedside when she awakens.  I'm usually in my home office working or trolling the internet, waiting for her daily test that says "coffee."

She slept longer than she usually does the next morning.  I'm swelling with pride, convinced that it was because she had a night of strenuous activity and vigorous fucking.  When the "coffee" text finally came, I prepared her brew and walked into the bedroom to deliver it, naked as I am required to be at home, and I was greeted by a vision very similar to this;

It was a sight to be seen.  She was fully clothed and wearing the cock she fucks me with, sticking out through the zipper in her jeans.  I went to hand her the cup of coffee, and she pointed to the table and said, "Put it there."  She did the come here thing with her finger and pointed to the floor in front of her.  "Kneel", she said.  I knelt.  She was not smiling.  She moved closer so the cock was right in front of my face.  

"Open your mouth and take my cock. NOW!" My eyes got wide because she had never done that to me.  It's just not her thing.  I opened my mouth, and she slid it in and held it there.  "You are going to keep my cock in your mouth while I tell you why I am going to harshly punish you this morning.  With her cock in my mouth, she cupped my face in her hands, tilted it up so I could look at her and proceeded to tell me that although last night was awesome for her, in every way, I broke a sacred rule of our marriage.  "You had an orgasm WITHOUT PERMISSION ... and that I cannot tolerate.  You know the rule.  The very sacred rule that no matter the circumstances, you must ALWAYS ask for and receive permission to cum!  And you didn't.  You just came like you were allowed to, without permission ... like others do.  You're not allowed to!"

All I could do was nod.  She pulled her cock out of my mouth, and I said, "Yes, Mistress.  I understand, and I am so sorry.  I was so caught up in the moment."  I understand how it happened, but it just shouldn't have happened.  You made a vow, and you broke that vow."  She was NOT happy.  "You are going to be very harshly punished."  When she says that, it means that I will be required to orgasm immediately before being spanked harder than normal.  

"Stand up and go face the wall."  She slid her cock into my bottom, and after a few pumps, she pushed it all the way in and held it there.  "Masturbate to orgasm.  NOW!", she said.  "Yes Mistress."  This time I didn't make the same mistake.  I knew why I was told to masturbate to orgasm, and I knew better than to not ask for permission before I did.  "Hurry up.  This is not sexy play time.  This is punishment time."  When I was close, I asked for permission to cum.  She granted it right away.  One second after I shot my cum on the floor, she grabbed me by the arm, turned me around, and sent me to the edge of the bed, where she immediately started paddling me hard.  Being spanked right after an orgasm is THE WORST! It was the worst spanking I have received in years.  One of those spankings where you can actually break through the pain barrier and tolerate it until she gets all of her disappointment out.  My ass was stinging so bad I actually wondered if she had broken the skin.  She didn't.

It seemed like forever, but she was finally finished punishing me for my egregious misconduct.  She sent me to the very same corner she was in the night before.  She walked up behind me, paddled me a few more times, and said, "You will stand here until I decide you have had enough.  Then, you will clean up the mess you made on the floor.  Do you understand?"  "Yes, Mistress.  What seemed like an hour later (it wasn't), she came back into the room, had me turn and face her, and pointed to the ground for me to kneel.  I knelt.  She had already removed her cock, and it was lying in the general vicinity of the mess on the floor.  

"Look at me.", she said.  "When I want to play the submissive, there are certain liberties you have.  Cumming without permission is never one of those.  When we had our WLM ceremony, I told you that it was one rule that was absolutely sacred to me.  I own ALL of your orgasms.  ALL OF THEM, and if you are to have one, it is only because you have asked for, and received permission.  From me! Are we clear?"  "Yes, Mistress.  Crystal"

"Clean up that mess and you can begin your day."  "Thank you, Mistress, and thank you for my spanking, Mistress."  (I am required to thank her whenever she punishes me)

A Tender, Loving Moment

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She Was Selfish

 

Yesterday. It was late afternoon, and I was working on the computer in my office at home.  Mistress K. was in hers, and I heard her finishing up for the day.  She came into my office and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned to face her, and she said, "Stand up".  I did.  I was naked (I am required to be nude at all times in our house).  We embraced while she groped my naked body and cage.  I was kissing her neck when she told me she was going to get into the shower and then start dinner.  She likes to make dinner.  

After her shower, she did things in front of the mirror that ladies do when they get out of the shower.  Then ... she called for me.  I went to her, and she grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.  Without hesitation, she laid on her back and opened her legs, inviting me to her.  I got on and immediately positioned myself in between her legs and began kissing her face and neck while gently grinding my cage on her.  She immediately said no and pushed me down her body.  She wanted my mouth on her beautiful, smoothly shaved, delicious pussy.

I was in heaven, as I always am when I am allowed (or instructed) to pleasure my Wife with my mouth.  I was in subspace because there was no discussion or build-up, just her command.  It was wonderful. Then she told me to get her vibrator.  While I turned to open the nightstand drawer, she got on her knees, face down ass up and told me to worship her asshole.  My cage has hardly ever been so tested. After several minutes of worshipping her ass, she turned on the vibrator and quickly had several orgasms.  She ordered me off the bed and told me to stand there and take her in visually.  She pressed every button.  I'm hard as a rock (in my cage) just writing this.

I fucking love you, my Queen.

Please Be Selfish Mistress

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She Wore It Around The House

In previous posts, like this one and others, I've talked about how my sexual desires have evolved over the years.  In particular, the effect of being caged 24/7/365 (mostly) has had on what things I crave.  I will never not crave being uncaged and having a full erection, crawling in between my beautiful wives open legs, inserting my penis and being allowed to just fuck her until I cum, without needing to ask permission.  That's happened once in the last ten years and isn't very likely in the next 10, but I still crave it.  I'm not complaining.  In fact, my sex life with Mistress K. is more rewarding now than at any time since we met.  

But now, I also crave being fucked to orgasm by Mistress K.  The above picture is very apt in our house.

I had read about the suggestion that Dominant Wives who peg their husbands should wear their harness and dildo around the house, during normal activities, during 'normal business hours'. It was suggested that it will benefit the Dominant Wife by allowing her to become accustomed to how it feels physically during normal, non-pegging activities, thereby allowing her to wield it better, with more comfort and familiarity.  Another suggestion was that she could begin to experience the confidence building effect of moving, walking and have the cock, knowing what it's intended purpose is.  Penetration of her submissive.  

No question walking into her bedroom and seeing like this takes me right to subspace and makes my heart race like a girl who knows (and is excited about) that she is about to get fucked.  My evolution has brought me to a similar feeling.

The other night, unbeknownst to me, while I was preparing dinner (naked, of course) and after Mistress K. said she was going to put her "jammies" on, she emerged wearing her strap on harness boy shorts and the dildo she usually fucks me with.  She informed me that she was going to wear it until she went to bed (so about 4 hours) because she thought it seemed like a good idea.

I was beyond excited.  I just froze and looked at her, soaking it all in.  She seemed a little nervous about it at first, and after she asked me if I was all right, I said more than all right and walked over to where she was standing.  I knelt in front of her, her cock right in my face and all I could say was thank you.  She smiled big, and at that moment, any apprehension or nervousness faded immediately.  I asked her if I could kiss it, and she said, "Of course, baby". She put her hand on the back of my hand and gently pulled me toward her cock.  I placed numerous kisses on her cock until she said, "That's enough now.  Finish dinner."  I asked her if I could put it in mouth and said "No".  She has a thing against seeing me with a cock in my mouth and I knew that but took a chance anyway.  I really wanted to suck her cock.  I got up and returned to the stove to finish dinner.  "There will be no sexy time tonight.  This is about me getting used to having a cock.  Understand?"  "Yes Mistress."

She wore it for the rest of the night while we watched our show.  When was getting tired, she went to the bathroom to begin the ritual that women go through to get ready for sleep.  I walked in a few minutes later to see her going through that ritual, still wearing her cock.  It was so sexy.  So hot.  I was in subspace the entire night and into the following morning.  When I delivered her coffee in bed like I do every day, I knelt beside the bed and thanked her sincerely and profusely.  She smiled and said that she enjoyed it and that we will be doing it some more.

Ain't she the best?

Back to Being Naked

 

For the past few weeks, we've had many visitors, and reasons why we couldn't practice our regular routine of me being required to be naked in our home when we are alone.  

This past week, however, we've been alone in our home, and I have been naked, wearing only my cage, the entire time.  Well almost.  We've had the occasional visitor and occasional need to get the mail, take the dog out to pee, etc., but for the most part, I've been in my natural, required state when in the presence of Mistress K.

When I return from being out of the house, I am required to become naked immediately.  I walk to wherever Mistress K. is in the house and, without being told, immediately remove my clothes in her presence.  I stand there naked until I am dismissed. Most of the time, it is in her office, and sometimes, she is on the phone.  When that happens, I must wait until she is finished before being dismissed.

I didn't know how much we both have both missed being alone in the house together.

Sometimes, she will inspect me.  Sometimes, she will simply flick her hand to dismiss me.  Either way, there is just something special about the ritual of becoming naked for her, in her presence.  

Who knows, maybe someday, Mistress K. will decide to expand our horizons.  That would be great.  I would love to make her proud.