- Mistress had to make her own coffee this morning, and
- I left my subhubphx blog up on our computer while the kids were around.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Bad Boy
I was a bad boy ......
Sunday, May 22, 2016
It's how it is in my house
I came across these two things while perusing the internet today, and each of them had a some very real truths about how things are in our happy home. Although I am long since past the point of no longer asking for release, and have even progressed to the point of eagerly asking NOT to orgasm or ejaculate, the love, desire, respect, devotion and constant state of desire for my beautiful Mistress only grows.
Since I'm showing you naughty pictures from the internet that have inspired me, I'll show you two more. This one oozes (seems to anyway) with genuine, primal lust.
And this one is merely something I want to do badly ..........
Have a great rest of the weekend my friends!
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Unexpected moment of joy
This morning, Mistress was running late while getting ready and needed to rush the kids to school before she was done. That meant she would be coming back home to finish getting ready.
Its times like this that provide an unexpected moment of joy. I showered and was naked while doing the morning dishes when she returned home. Just being able to be naked in our home, in her presence is a moment of joy for us.
Mistress was late so she didn't have a lot of time, but she rubbed my cock hard while ordering me to not stop doing the dishes. She slowly ran her finger up and down the crack of my bottom and in seconds I was hard for her. She was pleased.
Later, while applying her makeup, she summoned me to stand beside her and masturbate while she put her face on. It was glorious.
Unexpected moments of joy!
Its times like this that provide an unexpected moment of joy. I showered and was naked while doing the morning dishes when she returned home. Just being able to be naked in our home, in her presence is a moment of joy for us.
Mistress was late so she didn't have a lot of time, but she rubbed my cock hard while ordering me to not stop doing the dishes. She slowly ran her finger up and down the crack of my bottom and in seconds I was hard for her. She was pleased.
Later, while applying her makeup, she summoned me to stand beside her and masturbate while she put her face on. It was glorious.
Unexpected moments of joy!
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
I don't understand why
Why is it so important for so many people in the D/s, FLM, BDSM, Fetish worlds (and frankly all other areas of life) to ask others to define for them, the boundaries they should fit within. On Fetlife (you should come visit me there - listed as subhubphx), in nearly every "group" I am a part of, a never ending stream of questions comes through asking others to define how they or someone they are with should behave or act or feel. I get it, beginners have a never ending desire to "do it right".
It happens here too at times. I'll get the occasional comment or email from someone that will ask my why I am not doing this or that, like every other submissive husband does. For example, I occasionally her from an anonymous "Mistress" that contiguously complains to me that until Mistress K. requires me to consume every bit of ejaculate that comes from my body, I am not truly a submissive husband. She even goes on to suggest that if Mistress K. doesn't like that, or want me to do it, she isn't a "true" Mistress. Others have contacted Mistress K. or myself asking to be included in our kinks, as if it is a foregone conclusion that Mistress K. is some kind of leather-clad Mistress who is constantly on the prowl for misguided and unattached submissives out there (male and female). Others somehow believe that because her husband is her submissive, that her sexual needs aren't being met and that perhaps she may not even know it, and of course they are more than happy to satisfy those unmet sexual needs. I even got an email from someone that lives locally, a submissive man, informing me that he had just sent Mistress K. an email asking for her permission to "date" me. As if that was, again, some kind of foregone conclusion that such a thing was even possible.
I understand that people, when they are immersed in their kink thoughts, have certain hopes, dreams and expectations, and for the most part, most people are very courteous when making those assumptions about us. One of the misconceptions is .... Because I am a submissive husband to my beautiful, sexy redheaded Goddess Mistress Wife, that I am also a submissive in other areas of my life. Well, I'm not. In fact, I am an unabashed dominant in every aspect of my life except for one, and I think we all know what that is. I am dutifully at the ready to participate in pretty much any activity that Mistress K. might find enjoyable, within our already known limits. She and I have talked through our likes, dislikes, preferences, soft limits and hard limits and we pretty much stick to those things because, well, that's how Mistress K. wants it.
In my dedicated servitude to Mistress K., I realize that there is relatively very few things I wouldn't do for her if she were so inclined. If Mistress K. were to ever change her mind and say, require that I consume my ejaculate .... I wouldn't like doing it. Not at all. However, I would do it dutifully and happily because I would be required to do it, and only because it would be something that she would then find pleasurable. There are plenty of aspects of servitude in my role as a committed, collared, and dutiful submissive husband that I do that I would never (in a million years) do (or accept) on my own and outside the realm of our singular and monogamous relationship. I don't much like being responsible for all of the dirty dishes in the house. I wouldn't wear panties if I wasn't told to do so by Mistress K. I would never, ever allow someone o punish me by spanking my ass red until it hurts. I would never, ever kneel naked before someone and profess my adoration and love for them. All of those things (and may others) happen frequently, and for one reason and one reason only .... because the one person in the world that I have committed my gift of submission to, likes it.
Conversely, there are plenty of things in the FLM lifestyle that I would love to do, or do more often. In the past, Mistress would constantly hear about may of those because of my incessant asking or cajoling (topping from the bottom). Mistress K. put an end to that behavior early on by simply demanding that I understand that one of the core tenants of our mutual commitment to each other is that is is NOT at all about what I want, but simply and only about what she wants. When it is all said and done, I am either able to get my ultimate source of pleasure by seeing to it that Mistress K. gets her pleasure (in whatever way she sees fit), or I am not. If I am not, then the basic ingredient of our FLM would be a lie.
I recently read a story on Literotica that made the point very clear. I can't find it again, otherwise I would direct you to the story. I won't bore you with the details, but briefly, it was a story about a married couple that was living a FLM. The Mistress wife in the story eventually evolved into wanting to take additional lovers, essentially cuckolding her husband. Not something I would want at all, but for him, and his relationship with his Mistress wife, it was acceptable. During one of her trysts with her lovers, a man that dominated her sexually while in his presence, he assumed that simply because it was ok for him to fuck his wife, it would also be ok for her husband to suck his cock. In the story, the wife's lover instructed the husband to come to the bed and suck his cock clean after he was finished with his wife. The husband walked over, completely and utterly demonstrated to her wife's lover that he had no right, no capacity to suggest or demand any such thing from him. When the woman's lover continued to attempt to dominate the husband, the husband drug him to the ground, completely immobilized him with force and informed him that his participation with his wife in the future was over and for him to get his clothes and "get the fuck out of here". That he did not accept instructions from anyone other than his wife and that his servitude was only to her. In the absence of any instructions from his Mistress Wife to perform with him sexually, it simply wasn't gong to happen and that just because his wife had agreed to submit to the man sexually, it did NOT mean that he would as well. I almost literally cheered out loud for the man. For his Mistress Wife, it was a supreme demonstration of her submissive husband's willingness to make her happy and a such, loved him and respected him that much more.
Folks, we are all different and as such I believe that if each of us didn't depend so much on others interpretation or "definition" of how each of us should behave or what we might be required to "accept" in our respective lives, we'd have so much less unhappiness and so much more joy in what it is we do. Be that in the world of kink or life in general.
It happens here too at times. I'll get the occasional comment or email from someone that will ask my why I am not doing this or that, like every other submissive husband does. For example, I occasionally her from an anonymous "Mistress" that contiguously complains to me that until Mistress K. requires me to consume every bit of ejaculate that comes from my body, I am not truly a submissive husband. She even goes on to suggest that if Mistress K. doesn't like that, or want me to do it, she isn't a "true" Mistress. Others have contacted Mistress K. or myself asking to be included in our kinks, as if it is a foregone conclusion that Mistress K. is some kind of leather-clad Mistress who is constantly on the prowl for misguided and unattached submissives out there (male and female). Others somehow believe that because her husband is her submissive, that her sexual needs aren't being met and that perhaps she may not even know it, and of course they are more than happy to satisfy those unmet sexual needs. I even got an email from someone that lives locally, a submissive man, informing me that he had just sent Mistress K. an email asking for her permission to "date" me. As if that was, again, some kind of foregone conclusion that such a thing was even possible.
I understand that people, when they are immersed in their kink thoughts, have certain hopes, dreams and expectations, and for the most part, most people are very courteous when making those assumptions about us. One of the misconceptions is .... Because I am a submissive husband to my beautiful, sexy redheaded Goddess Mistress Wife, that I am also a submissive in other areas of my life. Well, I'm not. In fact, I am an unabashed dominant in every aspect of my life except for one, and I think we all know what that is. I am dutifully at the ready to participate in pretty much any activity that Mistress K. might find enjoyable, within our already known limits. She and I have talked through our likes, dislikes, preferences, soft limits and hard limits and we pretty much stick to those things because, well, that's how Mistress K. wants it.
In my dedicated servitude to Mistress K., I realize that there is relatively very few things I wouldn't do for her if she were so inclined. If Mistress K. were to ever change her mind and say, require that I consume my ejaculate .... I wouldn't like doing it. Not at all. However, I would do it dutifully and happily because I would be required to do it, and only because it would be something that she would then find pleasurable. There are plenty of aspects of servitude in my role as a committed, collared, and dutiful submissive husband that I do that I would never (in a million years) do (or accept) on my own and outside the realm of our singular and monogamous relationship. I don't much like being responsible for all of the dirty dishes in the house. I wouldn't wear panties if I wasn't told to do so by Mistress K. I would never, ever allow someone o punish me by spanking my ass red until it hurts. I would never, ever kneel naked before someone and profess my adoration and love for them. All of those things (and may others) happen frequently, and for one reason and one reason only .... because the one person in the world that I have committed my gift of submission to, likes it.
Conversely, there are plenty of things in the FLM lifestyle that I would love to do, or do more often. In the past, Mistress would constantly hear about may of those because of my incessant asking or cajoling (topping from the bottom). Mistress K. put an end to that behavior early on by simply demanding that I understand that one of the core tenants of our mutual commitment to each other is that is is NOT at all about what I want, but simply and only about what she wants. When it is all said and done, I am either able to get my ultimate source of pleasure by seeing to it that Mistress K. gets her pleasure (in whatever way she sees fit), or I am not. If I am not, then the basic ingredient of our FLM would be a lie.
I recently read a story on Literotica that made the point very clear. I can't find it again, otherwise I would direct you to the story. I won't bore you with the details, but briefly, it was a story about a married couple that was living a FLM. The Mistress wife in the story eventually evolved into wanting to take additional lovers, essentially cuckolding her husband. Not something I would want at all, but for him, and his relationship with his Mistress wife, it was acceptable. During one of her trysts with her lovers, a man that dominated her sexually while in his presence, he assumed that simply because it was ok for him to fuck his wife, it would also be ok for her husband to suck his cock. In the story, the wife's lover instructed the husband to come to the bed and suck his cock clean after he was finished with his wife. The husband walked over, completely and utterly demonstrated to her wife's lover that he had no right, no capacity to suggest or demand any such thing from him. When the woman's lover continued to attempt to dominate the husband, the husband drug him to the ground, completely immobilized him with force and informed him that his participation with his wife in the future was over and for him to get his clothes and "get the fuck out of here". That he did not accept instructions from anyone other than his wife and that his servitude was only to her. In the absence of any instructions from his Mistress Wife to perform with him sexually, it simply wasn't gong to happen and that just because his wife had agreed to submit to the man sexually, it did NOT mean that he would as well. I almost literally cheered out loud for the man. For his Mistress Wife, it was a supreme demonstration of her submissive husband's willingness to make her happy and a such, loved him and respected him that much more.
Folks, we are all different and as such I believe that if each of us didn't depend so much on others interpretation or "definition" of how each of us should behave or what we might be required to "accept" in our respective lives, we'd have so much less unhappiness and so much more joy in what it is we do. Be that in the world of kink or life in general.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Punished for what I did while being punished
Hi gang! It's been a while since I was last here to post about the goings on in my blissful live as submissive husband in suburban Phoenix. If it matters to you, I apologize for such a delay in posting. Life has been nuts. It's been really good, but it's been nuts and as such I haven't been able to get here much.
On Thursday morning this past week, Mistress decided to come home after taking the kids to school rather than go to the office like she does most every morning. When she arrived home, I was naked (of course) and had just finished doing the morning dishes. When she walked in the door, she came over to me, hugged me and thanked me for being dutifully naked for her arrival. Then she ordered me to the bedroom because I had a spanking punishment due and she felt that it was the perfect time for it. I was instructed to retrieve her paddle and join her on the bed.
She began to administer my punishment but it was not particularly hard. She wasn't necessarily in the mood for a harsh punishment. In fact, she alternated spanks with a tender, gentle rubbing of my upturned bottom while I was lying on the bed. She would give a series of spanks and then gentle rub my bottom and alternate running her nails lightly over my reddened ass. She would my exposed balls and anus with her finger and her nails. I just felt OMG sooooo good. While she was rubbing my balls and teasing my bottom hole, she suddenly began to stroke my cock. The wonderfulness was just so overwhelming and although I was trying to get away in order to avoid ejaculation, I couldn't help myself and cum starting to ooooze out of my cock involuntarily.
It's hard to explain but a enormous feeling of shame and regret immediately came over me. In our marriage, one of the most sacred rules we have is that may NEVER, EVER ejaculate without her consent. But .... this accident happened. I laid there gathering my thoughts and apologizing profusely. All she said to me was "Uh oh, you shouldn't have done that. You're in trouble now pet". I begged her for forgiveness and she said that forgiveness would come when I had received my punishment. Until then, she would remain disappointed.
Without a few minutes to spare, Mistress decided to have an orgasm and opted to delay the punishment until there would be sufficient time. She ordered me to get her vibrator so she could have a nice cum before going to work. I was instructed to kneel sitting up beside her and just watch. (It was spectacular!) That was Thursday.
Today, on the eve of me laving on a business trip to Miami, Mistress teased me to the edge on 3 separate occasions in the morning. Twice as I was kneeling before her while she sat in a chair, she would lube her hand and slowly stroke me to the edge, linger there a bit, then stop. The third time I was immediately following the harsh spanking she gave me for my previously described unauthorized ejaculation. I was standing and so was she. She walked into the bedroom with her vibrator in her hand and had me pour lube into her other hand. She faced me and was stroking my cock while she put one foot on a chair and placed the vibrator against her glorious, panty-covered pussy. In no time she was having a wonderful orgasm. I, of course, was instructed not to cum which for me, is hardest when Mistress is in the throes of her own glorious orgasm. In her post orgasm stupor, she instructed me to insert my plug and she left the room.
We have activities with the children all evening. I have to be at the airport for a midnight red-eye flight to Miami. Lord only knows what, if anything is in store for me before I go. Here I sit, glad to be able to reconnect with my friend while my ass is filled with it's very familiar glass friend.
It's not likely I'll be able to post again until I get back from Miami on Thursday. In the meantime, be well my friends and stay in touch.
Much love!
SHIP
On Thursday morning this past week, Mistress decided to come home after taking the kids to school rather than go to the office like she does most every morning. When she arrived home, I was naked (of course) and had just finished doing the morning dishes. When she walked in the door, she came over to me, hugged me and thanked me for being dutifully naked for her arrival. Then she ordered me to the bedroom because I had a spanking punishment due and she felt that it was the perfect time for it. I was instructed to retrieve her paddle and join her on the bed.
She began to administer my punishment but it was not particularly hard. She wasn't necessarily in the mood for a harsh punishment. In fact, she alternated spanks with a tender, gentle rubbing of my upturned bottom while I was lying on the bed. She would give a series of spanks and then gentle rub my bottom and alternate running her nails lightly over my reddened ass. She would my exposed balls and anus with her finger and her nails. I just felt OMG sooooo good. While she was rubbing my balls and teasing my bottom hole, she suddenly began to stroke my cock. The wonderfulness was just so overwhelming and although I was trying to get away in order to avoid ejaculation, I couldn't help myself and cum starting to ooooze out of my cock involuntarily.
It's hard to explain but a enormous feeling of shame and regret immediately came over me. In our marriage, one of the most sacred rules we have is that may NEVER, EVER ejaculate without her consent. But .... this accident happened. I laid there gathering my thoughts and apologizing profusely. All she said to me was "Uh oh, you shouldn't have done that. You're in trouble now pet". I begged her for forgiveness and she said that forgiveness would come when I had received my punishment. Until then, she would remain disappointed.
Without a few minutes to spare, Mistress decided to have an orgasm and opted to delay the punishment until there would be sufficient time. She ordered me to get her vibrator so she could have a nice cum before going to work. I was instructed to kneel sitting up beside her and just watch. (It was spectacular!) That was Thursday.
Today, on the eve of me laving on a business trip to Miami, Mistress teased me to the edge on 3 separate occasions in the morning. Twice as I was kneeling before her while she sat in a chair, she would lube her hand and slowly stroke me to the edge, linger there a bit, then stop. The third time I was immediately following the harsh spanking she gave me for my previously described unauthorized ejaculation. I was standing and so was she. She walked into the bedroom with her vibrator in her hand and had me pour lube into her other hand. She faced me and was stroking my cock while she put one foot on a chair and placed the vibrator against her glorious, panty-covered pussy. In no time she was having a wonderful orgasm. I, of course, was instructed not to cum which for me, is hardest when Mistress is in the throes of her own glorious orgasm. In her post orgasm stupor, she instructed me to insert my plug and she left the room.
We have activities with the children all evening. I have to be at the airport for a midnight red-eye flight to Miami. Lord only knows what, if anything is in store for me before I go. Here I sit, glad to be able to reconnect with my friend while my ass is filled with it's very familiar glass friend.
It's not likely I'll be able to post again until I get back from Miami on Thursday. In the meantime, be well my friends and stay in touch.
Much love!
SHIP
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