Saturday, December 1, 2018

"The Book"

Hello my friends ... Long time no see.  It has been 6 months since my last post and I can't even explain why it has been that long.  I won't apologize only because I think that would be presumptuous on my part that what I/We do here is so important that I may have let people down.  That said ... I apologize for ghosting everyone.  Like I said, I can't even explain why.  Shit just happens I guess.

By way of an update, Mistress K. and I are living and loving our life as much and more than ever.  No big events to describe or monumental landmarks in our FLM lifestyle ... just two people that love each other tremendously, with devotion and joy. 

We still practice most of the same rituals we have always had.  I'm still required to wear my butt plug all day every Tuesday (I love Tuesdays) and wear panties under my manly clothes whenever Mistress feels like it. 

One thing that is new ... "The Book".  This is what "The Book" looks like.  It's simple, discrete and apropos for what we are doing ... Always Growing.

Yup, we now keep a journal and have regular, weekly reviews of the events of that week, be they record of good things/behavior on my part, or bad things/behavior on my part.  Either of us may post things in the book with the difference being that Mistress K. may post anything she wishes, for anything she wants, for any reason or purpose .... and I am limited to posting only when I am instructed to do so, and many of those times are simply as her scribe, or for recording of events like the completion of punishments, etc.

Being a "normal" suburban couple raising kids, we don't always get to adhere to a strict schedule for many things in our FLM that we would like, but Mistress K. (and I) have recently made the commitment to make the times for certain things sacred enough that we have a good chance of accomplishing it when we want.  Chief among those things is our weekly review of  "The Book".  On Sunday evenings (usually), Mistress will get the book, go sit in her high back padded chair in our bedroom, summon me to come and kneel in front of here, and we review the previous weeks activities. 

Last Sunday evening, after reviewing the book, Mistress had decided that during the coming week, I was to receive 2 punishments.  Like I said before, the book contains notes on good behavior and unacceptable behavior, and after reviewing the combination of both, there was 2 incidents that required corrective attention.  One serious enough, and the other way more serious.  Not 30 minutes ago, those punishments were delivered by Mistress and received by me.  I got inspired to "get back on my blog".  I sit here, on my significantly reddened ass, typing these words, and it feels so good to be back.

What were my infractions you ask?  The serious one was I failed to transfer the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer before I left for work.  Specific, necessary clothes that were expected to be available for the kids after they got home from school .... and they weren't.  The other, way more serious infraction was that I left my butt plug on the counter, IN THE HALL BATHROOM!  Holy shit!  Luckily it was only Mistress K. that saw it ..... but holy fuck .... that's the bathroom that everyone uses ... and what would've happened if one of the kids or their friends saw it?  Holy fuck. 

My ass burns ....................

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Fear and sometimes loathing ...........

Fear comes in different forms, of course.  Recently and currently I've been subject to two different kinds of fear, and as is usually the case, one form of fear is directly to and comes from the other. 

In this context, the fear I experience was because I had previously printed out the vows that I wrote for Mistress K. when we had used the occasion of our 15th wedding anniversary to have our, well collaring ceremony", for the lack of a better description.   (I'll be happy to share those vows .. just ask email a note and provide an email address)  I had every intention of handing to Mistress K., the printed version of the vows that wrote for her for that beautiful day.  As is sometimes the case, I got distracted and left sitting on the desk, next to the computer monitor.  You know, so I wouldn't forget to give it to her. 

Well ..... I forgot to give it to here ... and there it sat.  For all the world to see.  Not just all-the-world-to-see, but specifically our children and theirs friends to see.  You see, the day following my printing of the vows, Mistress and I left town for the weekend, while the teenage children stayed at home.  Mistress discovered the printed version of the vows, laying there in all its glory, out in the open, for all to see.  Again, by all I specifically mean our children and their (lots of) their friends that paraded through the house while were gone.  FEAR .... Oh my fucking God!  Did our kids actually read our Collaring Ceremony Vows?  Holy shit.  Did they actually see that dad wrote words, promising mom that she could punish dad however she deemed appropriate.   FEAR .... 

We don't actually know if our kids (or their friends) saw the vows.  We don't think the did because frankly, and lets be honest, kids would not be able to act like they didn't see something like that, and fool their parents.  Yet the FEAR remains that they may have read them.   FEAR .... Oh my god -  FEAR.

The other kind of FEAR that I am currently wallowing in is the anticipation of what has promised to be a severe, painful spanking!  FEAR!!!  Mistress K. was not at all happy that my careless actions led to the potential of our private, intimate life was essentially on display for all to see.  NOT AT ALL HAPPY! 

I've written about how much I cherish the fact that I am married to the Mistress of my dreams.  That my Mistress Wife loves me enough to spank me.  To demand and expect for me to bare my bottom at her command, at her whim, whenever she believe it is warranted ... or even if it isn't warranted.  The depth of trust I have for this woman allows me to want to please her to no end, and to accept whatever correction measure she deems appropriate to make me a better slave husband.  That said, there are times when I know, I can tell that the punishment I will receive will be a very, very hurty-type of spanking.  This is one of those times I am afraid, especially since we recently had a discussion about the benefit of "spanking to tears", which is something we have never done.  I'm nervous to say the least, but I am also ready to receive what is coming to me.  Even though that fucking leather paddle hurts like fuck, there is such a deep emotional re-connection I have with my beloved Mistress that begins one second after the final swat stings my red ass. 

At the end of the day, I just hope she isn't angry enough to require me to wear my chastity cage!

Monday, May 7, 2018

Love is ........

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”  

-   Robert A. Heinlein

It's what love is .............

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Hi everyone! I love my life.

I sincerely hope everyone is doing well.  I do miss "seeing" and chatting with you, and hearing about your amazing lives and experiences.

Like if Phoenix, Arizona is good.  We are on the doorstep of it being Hot As Fuck for a few months, but that's ok because it means spending time the White Mountains of Arizona, fishing, golfing and doing summer.

Life with my beautiful Mistress Wife is wonderful as well.  We continue to grow while dealing with life, kids, work, etc., all of which puts significant pressure on the likelihood that me having an orgasm, ruined orgasm or even just a milking ejaculation.  It simply is necessary to be a high priority for Mistress K.  And that's OK, because for the current time being, it is how she desires things to be. 

We do have our less frequent moments of exiting in our normal D/s state.  Mistress will sometimes grab me on her way to the closet to get dressed, pull me into the bedroom for no other reason than to allow me 1-2 minutes of kneeling worship time of her naked body, before she covers it and begins her work day.  It's just so fucking awesome to be given that honor. 

On Wednesday night this past week, we were tired when we got into bed.  I was naked like I am supposed to be and when Mistress leaned over to kiss me goodnight, my semi hard cock touched her leg, causing her to grab it.  Of course when she grabbed, it grew, and it grew quickly.  I began to thrust into her hand, risking a punishment for attempting to have sexual pleasure without permission.  It was instinctive.  A few seconds later I stopped.  Mistress then said "keep fucking my hand".  I complied and in doing so, she was clearly getting aroused to the point where she said "get me my vibrator".  I jumped out of bed, retrieved the vibrator, got back into bed upright on my knees, handed her the vibrator and stayed in that position for my best view of her about to have an orgasm.  She placed the vibrator on her pussy with one hand, and extended her other hand in front of me.  After she found the spot on her pussy with the vibrator, she said "fuck my hand again".

It wasn't exactly like this picture because her hand was more closed, but you get the idea.  It was so fucking hot to be on my knees, next to and above my beautiful naked Mistress, writhing in the joy the vibrator was giving her, and essentially performing for her by thrusting into her hand.  I don't know why, but it was fucking hot!!!

In expected fashion, Mistress had a super deep, wonderful orgasm while used every ounce of strength to prevent having my own orgasm, which Mistress had already informed me wasn't going to be happening.  In her glorious after glow, and my breathing coming back to normal (I was successful in avoiding ejaculation), Mistress told me it was time to go sleep.  I put her vibrator away and settled in cuddle with Mistress.  Usually, being so fucking horny and denied will mean I will lay there for an hour or so with my mind racing about sexual release.  This night, I went right to sleep for some reason and off into dreamland.

When I woke up early the next morning ..... I was fucking horny!  Looking at some of my favorite tumblr sites I came across pictures that caught my attention, that for some reason never would've in the past. 

This ....

because of my then recently discovered desire to fuck Mistress's hand.  I'm thinking it is because it is a way for me to (at lest fantasize about) perform sexual for Mistress while she watches. 

This ....

because fuck, that's hot!!!!

This ....

Because, um, who knows?

This ....

Because being fucked at the same time as Mistress is just too incredible to think about.

and This ....

Because being emptied for Mistress K., by Mistress K. is the most incredible thing next to witnessing her orgasm.

OK, it's a SDunday morning and I need to go get ready for my day of chores

Sunday, April 8, 2018

How can this be exciting?

Ironically, I was explaining to Mistress K. about how happy and aroused with a recent (some might call ironic) episode we had together.  More like a non-episode really.  I was explaining to her how excited (and yes, even aroused) in recalling this past Thursday morning.  I was leaving town that morning right after Mistress left for work.  The night before in bed, she edged me 7-8 times ..... and it was so awesome, each time I was begging her to allow me to ejaculate, ruined-orgasm style.  (Notice I said ejaculate, and NOT orgasm?)I wanted it sooooo bad (still do).  When she was finally finished, she said, "we're done!  Go to sleep!"  Then a small giggle and said you've been a good boy.  Maybe you'll get to release your cum in the morning before you leave town.

Well, the following morning came.  Mistress woke up late.  She had a busy day ahead with client meetings scheduled for early and often.  That set off on the course of a shitty day.  Then, the outfit she planned on wearing was tight and making her feel uncomfortable and, her hair wasn't cooperating ... you get the idea.  Needless to say, there was ZERO interest in my desire, my "need" my craving to ejaculate.  It's as if the incredible desire for me to ejaculate was of zero interest or concern for her.  AS if whatever she was dealing with was way important than anything she may have felt I needed.

IN the past, Mistress K. may have otherwise felt a little bit of pressure to feel like the attention she thought I might need at that moment was something she needed to live up to.  Yes, she is my Dominant Mistress Wife, but she comes from a place of feeling obligated to give in to what she thinks I was hoping for ... you know, so as to not disappoint me.  

Not today.  She now instinctively did not even give it a second thought.  There was going to be NO attention paid to my perceived need for some sort of expected attention, let alone any release of my semen following the previous nights intense edging, and subsequent "promise" of release in the morning.  NONE!

Instead of me being disappointed at her lack of attention ... I was thrilled that she had zero intention if giving in to what she may have perceived I might need or want.  And, IT WAS AWESOME!  Weird, right?  No ... not weird.  Mistress has come into her own and has embraced to the instinctive understanding that it HER needs and wants at any given moment,  and NOT mine!

Friday, March 30, 2018

A phone call

My phone rang.  It was Mistress K.  She was on her way home from visiting a friend.  When I answered I heard ... "Two things.  Go put on panties and have a glass of wine poured for me when I walk in the door."  "Yes Mistress" was my simple reply.  She said "Thank you lover" and then hung up.

When she walked in the door 5 minutes later, of course her glass of wine was waiting for her and of course her slave husband was wearing panties.  The tiny lace thong panties did very little to contain the hardest and quickest erection I have in a long time.  I handed her the glass of wine and she told me to go wait for her next to her throne.  A few minutes later she arrived at her throne, fully clothed from her day at work.  She sat in her chair and scooted forward and simply said "worship me".  Worshipping her body is my absolute favorite task that she assigns to me.  Moments later she had me pull off her blouse but she remained in her bra.  She looked as beautiful and as sexy as any woman that ever existed, and I was told to get her vibrator.  She had me place the vibe between her cloth covered pussy and my extremely hard cock.  I was instructed to continue with my worshipping.

In that position, She purposely held herself at the edge of her orgasm for several minutes until I reached the point of cumming.  I was told I would not be ejaculating while she continued to edge herself.  Curiously, she never did allow herself to orgasm and a few minutes later she informed me that she was done with me and ordered to the kitchen to start dinner while she changed her clothes.

Wow, just wow!

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Who else knows?

I know that logic and reason tell me that keeping our relationship to ourselves (except for her one best friend that lives far away - read here) is the most prudent plan.  I just can't escape the desire for Mistress to have a friend that knows she is a Mistress Wife.  Someone that she can trust never to reveal our lifestyle to anyone ... ever.  Someone that she can confide in, to talk with about her fears, accomplishments, excitements ... or anything that comes into her head in our relationship ... you know, like best-girlfriends do in every other aspect of their lives.  

Hand to God .... I don't want this for Mistress K. because I think it will eventually lead to sex with her friend(s).  I truly want for her to have a way to be able to talk about the exciting things she does behind closed doors with her friends.  Mistress K. and I have talked about it often, if she were just able to speak frankly with some of her friends that have constant marriage issues, and reveal to them the natural course of a FLM .......... well you get the idea.  To be able to talk about and explain this ..............

To be able to explain the benefits of strict, disciplinary actions to enforce what is a natural source of enjoyment for the Mistress Wife and dutiful husband.  How arguments or fights rarely occur, and when they do, they are resolved super quick and to everyone's satisfaction.

Friends helping friends ..... When there is a natural way for friends to be able to help friends, well good things happen.