Saturday, November 28, 2015

14 hours of Bliss

We had the house to ourselves, without outside obligations and without the chance that kids would be barging into the house with their friends.  The title refers to Bliss .....

Why you ask?   Because for 14 hours, we were able to exist in what I believe should be our natural state.  Me freshly, naked and attentive to my Mistress. 

I played golf yesterday.  When I got home Mistress wanted to get Chinese take out.  She instructed me to be showered and naked upon her return.  Bliss.

We scarfed our Asian delights and laid around the house and just existed together.  I noticed the other day that Mistress really enjoyed having me sit on the floor, near her feet when she is relaxing on the couch.  Last night, she had me resume that position again, only this time, I was in my natural state of dress.  Naked    Bliss.

Later she had me join her on the couch so that I cold rub her feet while we watched a movie.   Bliss

Soon after that, we both fell asleep on the couch, limbs entangled with each other.  My limbs were uncovered.  Her limbs had warm pajamas covering them.   Bliss

There is a good chance for a repeat of our freedom again this evening.  Boy I hope so.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Just know when not to be stupid

We have a coffee maker that is one of those carafe-pot kind, that is basically thermos.  It keeps the coffee warm by retaining the heat, not by constantly adding heat.  Sometimes there is enough coffee left over to use the next morning.  When Mistress K. discovered I was using that coffee the next day, she flat told me that any coffee I served had better be freshly brewed, that morning because it tastes better. 

We've warmly debated the premise leading to her decision (never her decision) to require that I only serve her freshly brewed coffee, and last night was one of those times.  It was fun and just a few comments, but I had told her that I was going to have two cups prepared for her this morning, one from the day before, and one freshly brewed, to see if she could tell the difference.

Good Morning Mistress!!!

In the quiet darkness of the early morning, it occurred to me ... who am I to challenge the desire, the preference of my Mistress?  I mean really ... what good cold possibly come from me being able to prove that she couldn't tell the difference between fresh coffee and day-old coffee?  My Mistress should not have to explain herself or even engage in a debate about something as trivial as how she prefers her coffee.  Mine is not to question her motives or desires.  Ever! 

When I heard the alarm go off this morning, summoning Mistress from her slumber, I entered the room with a freshly brewed cup of coffee, prepared exactly how she likes it.  I leaned in to kiss her like I always and then I apologized for not just yielding to her desire for fresh coffee without raising some bullshit theory. 

To her, it was no big deal. No big deal at all ... and frankly to me it wasn't either.  It was just one of those little, harmless battles that married vanilla people engage in from time to time.  Only ..... we aren't vanilla married people and it is not my place to question her preference.  Even for something as simple as coffee.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Lock the door

Sunday night.  We had a wonderful family weekend, a delightful family Sunday night hanging with the kids, but by 9pm or so, everyone was tired and was heading for bed to rest up for what will be a busy week.

I decided to stay up to watch the end of Sunday Night NFL game, which ended about 9:30.  The local team won by the way.  After shutting down the house, I headed for the closed bedroom door.  I entered to find Mistress K. laying bed, all cozy and warm, watching TV but fighting to stay awake.  I removed my clothes, stood at the side of the bed and asked permission to enter her bed.  (I had promised Mistress I would always do that, even though she said it wasn't necessary.  Even still, Mistress has said that she appreciates me asking. I have been lax on doing that lately ... I need to better at that).  Instead of saying yes, she said "lock the door".  Those three little words always put a smile on my face.  I locked the door and returned to Mistress's bed. She removed the covers to reveal her beautiful naked body.  She instructed me to cover her body with soft kisses and to continue until I was to stop.  Sometimes that can be 10 minutes, sometimes an hour. 

Covering her body with soft kisses is one of my favorite things in the world to do.  Why wouldn't it be?  She was sleepy and wanted to be worshipped and pampered on her way to slumber.  I began my task with a deep, contented breath.  My cock was swelling at a rapid pace (you know, because this is one of my favorite things to do).   There is just something so wonderful about having my naked Mistress laying before me when all she wants is my mouth on her body.  I had been worshipping her for about 15 minutes. At one point I was just so overcome with lust that placed my rock hard cock against her ass and began a slow grind.  "No!", she said, "continue with the kisses".  I stopped trying to get some pleasure and proceeded to concentrate on the pleasure she was receiving. I am not always certain that Mistress will allow my lips, mouth or tongue to touch or get near her sex parts.  I never know until I try.  So I tried.  I ran my tongue up the crack of her gorgeous ass to see how she would respond.  She responded with a soft whimper and a slight pushback against my face.  So, I went a little deeper.  More of the same.  So I went a little deeper until my tongue rested on her tiny rear hole.  It was apparent that she wanted me to continue, so continue I did. 

I need to tell you that being allowed to worship Mistress K's ass in this way is something that, in and of itself, can cause me to want to orgasm.  This was no exception.  I plunge into a deep state of desire for her when I am allowed to place my mouth there and soon I was shuddering with excitement.  I took a small break and worked my way up her back with soft kisses when she said :get back down there!"  OMG ... I thanked her for allowing me to worship her this way and returned to her bottom hole for more worshipping, all the while being keenly aware that I needed to make sure that I didn't ejaculate from all the excitement.  After 15 minutes or so of this bliss, Mistress rolled onto her back, spread her legs and expected me to know what to do next.  She didn't have to wait long for me to continue my worshipping of her at her alter.

I was lost in desire while pleasuring her with my mouth and I could feel her orgasm building.  Every so often, Mistress would have to adjust my head because my eagerness sometimes causes me to push to my mouth too hard against her.  My beloved Mistress K. had the most wonderful orgasm and pushed my head away when she could take no more.  I rose to me knees, rock hard cock in front of me, eager for attention.  I just took in the beautiful sight of my glorious Wife laying before me in her post orgasm glow.  It was wonderful.  After a few minutes, when she regained her composure, she said "go unlock the door and come back here and snuggle me to sleep". 

When I returned to the bed, I moved in behind her and pulled her sexually satisfied body in close.  I thanked her for allowing me to worship her with my mouth, and for allowing me to witness her orgasm.  She just said, in a very sleepy voice, "you're welcome pet". 

I clumsily asked if I could be allowed a ruined orgasm and her response was "not tonight pet.  We're going to go to sleep now".  "Yes Mistress", was my reply and we both nodded off to sleep with her orgasm still fresh on my face and my rock hard, eager yet denied penis firmly pressed against the most beautiful ass in the world. 

This is a perfect example of how my sex life now is better than it has ever been in my entire life, and there was no chance I was going to be able to have an orgasm, ruined or otherwise.  I am just so in love and in awe of this Goddess, and am always just so grateful that she continues to have me in her life.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Time to get back to the life we live

First, may I say thank to each and every one of you that expressed your condolences for our recent loss.  Thank you so much!

The past several weeks have been surreal.  We all know that real life can get in the way of practicing some of the things we all choose to have in our lives.  It happens and we deal with it when it does.  Now there appears to be some time to refocus on some of the things that we each need in our life together.

Here's to things getting back to normal. 

P.S.   Before I could even hit "publish", Mistress walked back in the door to retrieve something one of the children forgot to take to school with them.  As is required in my house, I stripped naked without being told to proceeded to empty the dishwasher.  Before she left again, she walked over to me, kissed and told me to go bend over the kitchen table where she proceeded to warm my naked bottom with her hand.  She asked, "do you know why I am spanking you right now?"  Not having any punishment pending, I said confidently, "no."   "Because I can", she said.  She spanked me hard but not too hard, finished when she had enough and left for her office.    With the content of this post in mind, it's as if fate caused one of our children to forget their backpack. 


Thursday, November 12, 2015

Forgive me

Hi everyone.  Please forgive me for my inattentiveness over the past several days.  Everyone in Mistress K's household is well and good, but we did have someone we know and care about die on us earlier this week, which means we have some work to do over the next several days.  Please don't take offense if there has been a slow reply to your comments or emails. 

I'll be "off-the-air" for the most part, until Monday.  Have a great weekend everyone!

Monday, November 9, 2015

Milking Day

it's the second Monday of the month.  That means it's milking day in my house.  I have been instructed to wear my butt plug during the day.  I don't know if that is a precursor to my milking, or if Mistress K. is just teasing me into thinking it might.

Our lives in our house have been VERY busy recently and as such, Mistress K. and I have had very little time/ability to be together let alone be Mistress and submissive together.

Looking forward to some quality time with Mistress tonight!

Sunday, November 1, 2015

The Worst Kind of Spanking there is?

This morning, in my FetLife inbox, someone asked ... "For you, what is the worst kind of punishment?" 

This question was asked in the context of several back and forth questions from a young couple just starting out in their very own FLM. It's kind of fun and a bit of an honor to be considered as someone that could offer advice.  I replied with words describing the worst kind of spanking.  Then I came across pictures that describe it just as well.

First, this is what happens:

All the way to full-on, intense, deep orgasm.  Then, this is what happens:

All the way deep, searing pain in my bottom followed by genuine regret and remorse.

Believe me when I tell you ... When Mistress K. feels the needs to punish me this way, I have really fucked up!