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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.








Friday, March 23, 2018

Regrets

I was recently asked by someone (via email) if I had any regrets about being in the kind of relationship that Mistress K. and I have.  My answer was instinctive and immediate .... "I have absolutely no regrets about offering my submission to my beloved wife."  Why would I?  I have the distinct honor and privilege of serving, being owned by and worshipping the woman that I love more than any other woman I have loved before.  Our lifestyle has given us the depth of love, respect and closeness we had never experienced before in our time together.

He replied with "Perhaps regret was the wrong word.  Clearly you love, honor, obey and cherish you wife in ways that most men could only hope for."  He went on to ask whether or not there were things in our existence together that I wish were different.  That got me thinking.  Again, my immediate and instinctive answer was no.  I truly do love be the primary source of pleasure in Mistress K.'s life, be it sexually or otherwise.  All of that is true.  But .... (there's always a but, isn't there?) it got me thinking further.  If I had a magic wand, what would I change that isn't already perfect?

Aside from the obviously known/assumed problems that vanilla life does to get in the way of open Dominant/submissive existence like kids, work, school, social obligations, etc.   There are a few things I would like to be able to "tweek" in order to make things better.

First, I'd like to be able to speed up the rate by which Mistress K. continues to evolve in her Dominance.  Over time, Mistress K. has had epiphanies that have allowed her to better be able to fully enjoy the power exchange dynamic we have.  As time goes on, she is more and able to find comfort in the knowledge that when she imposes something, or merely wants something, that she isn't being selfish, mean, cruel or in any way putting me in a position to actually regret being her owned slave husband.  She gets closer and closer each day to the realization that being in servitude to her, even if at that particular moment it isn't something I may not want to do, that I derive genuine pleasure in being subject to her.  If she says we are going a particular movie that I don't want to see, we are going to that movie, and I "will enjoy myself" because being with me "while I am enjoying myself" is something that pleases her.  I go to the movie and even though somewhere below the surface I may not really be liking it, I quickly begin to enjoy myself because I am doing something my Goddess Wife has imposed on me.  Things like that.  

Another example is .... Over the past year or so, one of those epiphanies was the necessity of being consistent with her corrective behavior whenever she is displeased with me for whatever reason.  For us that means spankings.  The spankings I have received over that time have been less frequent but have more severe in terms of redness and stingy sensations on my bare bottom.  In other words, they hurt!  She has come to genuinely know that when she administers a punishment spanking, EVERYTHING in our life together immediately gets better for each of us.  I don't like it when I am being spanked.  But I cherish and so thankful that she gives them to me.  There is just something so beautiful about the post spanking after care that I crave.  Being naked, kneeling before, ass-on-fire-sweating and thanking her with passion for the spanking I just received is an amazing way to assert each of our respective roles that we have committed to each other.  It is an incredible feeling, and even though the pain of a spanking is significant .... I want more.  I want longer.  I want harder and I want to be brought to a level of retribution that will actually bring me to tears.  I am confident that the previously mention evolution that Mistress K. is currently enjoying will ultimately bring us there and as such will become a natural and cherished part of our existence together.  I know, I know, this is one of those be careful what you ask for things to be sure.

Lastly, with my hypothetical magic wand, I would wave it and fix the built in problem that comes from orgasm control/denial and repeated tease and denial.  Tease and denial is an amazingly important part of our life.  It helps "stoke the fire" and allows me to achieve a (nearly) constant state of desire for her, which was the goal in the beginning for me when I first asked her to become my Mistress Wife.  With it though comes the problem of not being able to last very long without the uncontrollable urge to cum.  It is a conundrum, a catch 22.  There are times that Mistress K. wants to be to fucked long, slow, fast, hard.  Those times when she wants to surrender her body and be fucked good and long. Fucked like a wanton slut, even bordering on the edge of being my little sex slave,  To be ravaged and used as an objectified sex object.  To be ...... sorry, I digress.  You get the idea.

In reality, when it has been a few months since my previous orgasm, having this beautiful creature before in a wanton state is almost enough by itself to cause me to come, let alone fucking her like she is begging for.  You may remember in a post a long time ago that I have been actually able to orgasm from merely witnessing Mistress K. orgasm.  By fucking air while she is cumming.  So switching from someone that is truly honored to be merely be allowed to be inside of her, to someone that is expected to treat her like a submissive fuck doll is, well, challenging.  Currently our solution to that problem is the use of a relatively thick walled penis extension and liberal use of numbing spray.  That combination works marvelously, but there is a certain amount of preparation that is necessary which takes away from her ability to demand it in a moments notice.

Because I so very much love to watch Mistress K. orgasm, I have even offered to arrange for an erotic massage for her, with me present, and for her to enjoy as she saw fit .... at the time,  in the throes of whatever passion might exist at the time.  I know ..... it get it, it is a toe in the door of something that could lead to a cuckhold situation.  Although I know to never say never about anything ever, I don't believe the erotic massage will happen because Mistress K. appreciated the offer, but declined.

The email writer went on to ask about what fantasies I or Mistress K. might have, but I was hesitant to go there with him then, and there isn't enough "ink and paper" here to be able to do it justice.

Let me ask you dear friends, what things about your situation would you like to change for the better if you had a magic wand?  Do you have any regrets?  I'd love to know.

Till next time!  Thanks for stopping by.




Monday, March 19, 2018

Words Matter

"let's get this done while the kids are out of the house.  Come with me."  Those were the words I heard yesterday morning.  I didn't know for sure, but I had pretty good idea it was time to be spanked.  See, I had left the BBQ in-cleaned after it was used on Thursday night, and after Mistress told me to clean it on two separate occasions, Mistress sent me a picture of the uncovered, in-clean BBQ on Sunday morning with a single word under it.  "Punishment!"

When we got into the closet she pointed to the place on island where my hands usually go for my spanking.  Without being told, I removed my shorts and stood there dutifully waiting my fate.  "I am in a hurry so this will be quick and meaningful!"

In less than 2 minutes my poor white ass had a distinct redish/purpleish/whiteish streak across the middle where Mistress's leather paddle did the bulk of its damage.  It hurt like hell!  When she laid the paddle on the counter between my hands I knew she was finished.  I immediately stood, then knelt in front of her and thanked her for my spanking.  She kissed me on the head and left to run her errands.

I am so in love with this woman.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Femdom Boot Camp

Hello again everyone.  Two posts in one day?  What the hell?

My previous post mentioned a spanking I was waiting to get, and a subsequent comment mentioning that it was very light, very easy and with not much stingy.  That was the second spanking in a row that very light and easy.  Each of those spankings have left wanting to do something I had hoped Mistress and I could do ... Boot Camp!

There used to be lots of information on D/s Boot Camps which included information on how to conduct them.  The basic idea behind the boot camp is for both the Mistress and subhub (in our case) to experience intense activities in our respective roles.  If I remember correctly, over a designated period of time (usually a weekend), the Dominant would take the submissive through intense experience related to his/her role as a submissive.  The idea being to deeply drive home the necessary, required experiences that submissive must go through, intensely experienced.  Things like scheduled, repeated and harsh spanking sessions.  The kind that take the sub (and the Dominant for that) beyond where he/she normally goes during a session.  Other things that the couple uniquely experience together on a recurring/daily basis are intensely experienced, whatever those might be.

I'd like to ask for your help.  Are you aware of resources available to read about?  Perhaps you've even experienced a Boot Camp scenario and has some advice to give?

I believe that it would be VERY beneficial for Mistress K. and I to each experience a somewhat prolonged (weekend) period of time where we can each participate in our respective roles in an intense fashion.  Each of us being able to exist in Dommespace and subspace for more than just fleeting moments, would set a nice baseline for the loving, trusting, awesome relationship that we have.

Please let me know your thoughts.

Thank you in advance.

Waiting to get spanked

In the past several months, Mistress K. hasn't spanked me hardly at all.  She attribute that to my occasional forgetful, or arguably disrespectful attitude she feels I sometimes display.

I'm literally sitting here, waiting for her to finish getting ready for work (blow dryer running as we speak), for her to get dressed, and the to be summoned into the closet for what promises to be an enthusiastic spanking.  And I am nervous ........

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Matching panties

Yesterday was a first for Mistress K. and I.  We wore matching panties.  Mistress K. picked out panties for me to wear that matched exactly the panties that she was going to wear that day.

Not the best picture, but here are the ones I wore:


Black, thong, lacey.  Yummy!  I felt as sexy in them as she is!

Monday, March 12, 2018

You've got mail

Yesterday I received a private message from someone on Fetlife.  This nice person made a few comments and appreciated the pictures I had posted, but also said they noticed that I seemed to have  a "proclivity" for spanking pictures where the submissive is in a standing position, and bound.  I guess I do.  Probably because that is my favorite way to be spanked.  There is just something so inherently special about being naked, bound and standing for a spanking, where it is for the fun of Mistress K., or if it is for a punishment.  When against a wall, there is no moving forward to lessen the severity of the impact.  Oddly, there just aren't that many pictures depicting submissives bound to a wall for a spanking.

Here are a few that I've already got in my Fetlife pictures:

About to get Serious
Looks chilly in there
Don't you dare move
Rope and Pully
Hooked
Every house should have a hook in the ceiling
Think about what you did
Bend over the table NOW

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Saturday, March 10, 2018

I'm getting a Tattoo



If you and I were friends, you'd already know that I am (and always have been) completely against tattoos.  I would've told you that under any circumstance, getting a tattoo is a bad idea.  That is until Mistress K. agreed to let me get a tattoo that would symbolize my submission, my devotion, my servitude and my love for her.  I have subtly asked for one in the past, only to be thought of as not being serious about it by Mistress K.  After all, she has long known about how I feel about tattoos.

All that changed on Thursday of this week.   Previous vague suggestions for me being marked as her property were met with an unenthusiastic, but courteous "ha, ha".  On Thursday when I sent her the same version of a cursive K.

The reply I got was an emphatic "Let's do it!!!"

Holy shit .... now what? I immediately began to monitor what my true feelings were about it, now that it seemed like there was a real possibility that it would come true.  Is this one of this "watch what you ask for" things?   No, it wasn't one of those.  I immediately felt pride and arousal at the prospect of being permanently marked as Mistress K.'s submissive.  Her toy.  Her owned property.  Branded if you will.


On Thursday, after having a chance to think all day about the reality of this maybe actually happening, I called Mistress K. on the phone for the sole purpose of being able to tell her how honored I felt about being allowed to wear her brand.  Also at that moment, I had the hardest "love boner" I have ever had in my whole life.   (For those that may be new to the blog, a love boner is an erection that I get from solely and merely thinking about the love I feel for my wife, nothing else - no sexual thoughts).  

Last night (Friday night) at dinner, was the first time we've had to really talk about getting this tattoo.  Of course I needed to confirm that she was serious.  She was!  Then we started to talk about what the tattoo would look like, and where on my body it should go.  I told Mistress K. that before we had a chance to discuss it and for her to decide, I had always thought it would be something like "Property of Mistress, and the above K", right above my cock.  I don't know why, other than that seems to be a typical location for such a thing.

Mistress K. mentioned that her though was that it would go on my right ass cheek.  Why?  She didn't know either, but it was what first came to mind.  We have plenty of time to figure those things out because Mistress has said that will happen on our anniversary, which is in the fall.  

The design is TBD, but initially Mistress K. was thinking she'd like a K much like in the picture, with the stem of a single white rose snaking its way up the straight part of the letter.  Why a single white rose?  Because a single white rose is the symbol for a submissive male, Dominant Female relationship, or so we have been told.  Whether it truly is or not .... we really don't know.  But, we were told that once before and by God we are sticking with that!!!  

Your suggestions would be more than welcomed.  Please weigh-in if you have an opinion on what the design should look, where it should be on my body, or frankly .... anything else that may be on your mind.  You know how I love to hear from you.

Have a great Saturday everyone!!!!




Thursday, March 8, 2018

Spontaneous

We've been super busy lately.  Because of that, there has been less opportunity for us to indulge in our way of life.  Mistress K. realized that it has been some time since she had administered a spanking, and although there are no present punishments having been earned, She felt it was necessary for one.

"Before you get into the shower, get my paddle, take down your pants and go lay on the bed."  Out of nowhere that came.  Being a surprise, I immediately began to wonder what I may have done to earn this pending spanking.  "You've done nothing pet.  This will be maintenance", she said.

The spanking itself was very light.  There was really only one or two swings of the paddle that produced a small wince on my part.  What was incredible though ... I immediately fell into something that I haven't experienced in some time.  Supspace!  Throughout the day yesterday, and ever since< my mind wallows in the unmitigated joy of being naked, vulnerable and having to present my bottom to Mistress K, for, well, whatever she wanted it for.  I have since told her (perhaps too many times) how grateful that I am to have her, that she continues to want to own me, my mind and my body and that she would love me enough to administer a bare bottom spanking, even if (maybe especially if) was wasn't earned.

I am the luckiest man in the world.  She is truly a Goddess!

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Surprise in the closet

Last night, Mistress K and I returned for a dinner party we attended.  It was a delightful party, held at a large house on a large ranch in the hills/mountains of Cave Creek, AZ.  Beautiful.  Even though we knew only 2 people there, we had a wonderful time.

Mistress K. and I each tied-one on heavy the night before with friends at bar that had dueling pianos.  Actually, a more apt description is that we were shit faced!  The kind of shit faced that forced me to go right to bed, negotiating with God so That I would wouldn't be worshipping the porcelain throne all night.  My negotiating efforts paid off and I avoided .... well you get the idea.

We had both talked about how awesome the warm bed was going to be when we got home.  How much we'd each enjoy climbing in to bed without worrying about it spinning out of control.  When we got home, we each walked into our closet and I hung up my sports coat and turned and there she was.  Mistress K. standing close and now facing me.  Without speaking she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants and lowered them and my underwear (no panties sadly) to the floor.  She knelt and began to unbutton the bottom 3 buttons of my shirt, pushed my shirt open and immediately took my cock in her mouth.

Looking down, I was in awe.  I genuinely am filled with appreciation and pride when I am merely allowed between Mistress K.'s legs.  The sheer honor of being allowed there is emotional for me ... of course in a good way.  The sudden, unexpected honor of having my glorious Goddess Wife, kneeling before sucking my cock was amazing.  After several minutes, I knew I was hearing orgasm and ejaculation and advised Mistress.  She just pulled her mouth her mouth off of my cock, grasped my balls by their base, squeezed enough to matter and said ..... "no you are not because you will be in big trouble."  Squeezing my balls harder, she resumed sucking my cock.

OMFG it was awesome.  After several close calls near the edge, and after several delicious squeezes of my balls that left me aching afterward, Mistress K. stopped, wiped her mouth with hand, got to her feet and walked to her side of the closet, giving me the hand motion for me to leave, because "we are done here"

What a glorious, unexpected gift Mistress.  Thank you so much.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

A better cock sleeve



I first bought one of these ...


Then I got this.

GET ONE OF THESE!  


It's THICK, and it's easy to use, and it's comfortable.  When I first put in on, Mistress wondered whether or not she was going to be able to get it in.  "Of course you can Mistress", I said, "we'll just take it slow", sort of as if she was the eager but nervous submissive one in the room.  She looked at me for a moment, then just gave a small, wry smile, turn away demurely and rolled onto her side.  Her favorite position for fucking lately has been on her left side, left leg mostly extended, right leg bent and pulled up to her chest and her right hand on her right ass cheek, holding herself open.

Mistress enjoys momentary visits into the world of submissive slut-ness.  This was decidedly one of those times.  She was excited about getting fucked by this new, thick big cock.  I talked to her like she was a little cock whore, and she responded like one .... because in that moment, she was one.  She was the hottest, sexiest woman alive at that moment, and I she was begging me with her eyes to fuck hard, deep and for a long time.  It took a couple of minutes for the cock to ease it's way inside of her, and once it was fully in, she wanted to hold it there, motionless for a little bit to get better acquainted with her cock.  In this incredibly passionate yet clam, motionless moment, as a form of dirty talk I said, "your husband over there, sitting in the chair, tells me you might enjoy this big cock.  Do you always have your husband find big cock for you?"  "No, she said, this is the first time and depending on how you do, it may not be the last."  

We were both getting a little off on the fantasy talk but it was time to care of the business at hand, which was to fuck my wife silly, and wear her out with orgasms.  Once Mistress was able to comfortably accept the girth of the cock that was inside, she became insatiable.  She got fucked in every position imaginable and from every angle.  It was glorious.  25-30 minutes later, she couldn't take it any longer and started to rub her clit while being pounded and had probably the biggest, longest most wonderful orgasm ever.

OMG it was glorious ..... I don't know why I did, but I asked her if I could cum also.  Normally I prefer to ask if I can ruin an orgasm, which I usually prefer over a full orgasm.  Mistress K. immediately said yes and before I could ask her how she wanted me to cum, she told me to put my now-sleeveless cock inside her.  Once inside, she made it a point to immediately tell me how good my cock felt in her pussy, immediately after that other, bigger cock was fucking her silly.  She is the sweetest thing ever, isn't she?  

For already the second time in 2018, I had a full-on orgasm.  It's only February 20, and I have already been allowed (perhaps even required, I can't decide which) 1/3 of the total amount of full orgasms I was allowed last year.

As I have mentioned before, I have come to prefer ruined orgasms over full orgasms because there is little to no loss of sexual desire after a ruined orgasm.  With a full orgasm, it's usually begging Mistress to allow me to go to sleep.  I do have to say that after these last two full orgasms in 2018, there has been zero loss of desire following.  I woke up the next morning, got in front of my computer and was in a normal state of fantasy while searching the things I like.  Hmmmm, could it be the training I have received from years of orgasm control and denial are paying off?  

Signing off but before I do ... looking back at the naughty fantasy talk we had about "her husband sitting in a chair" and watching her enjoying a good fucking .... it seemed, well, like it turned up the heat quite a bit.  I wonder ..............

Friday, February 16, 2018

Chastity - Words Matter

Chastity.  What is it?  What do most people think it is?  What does it mean to you?

From the internet ... the definition of the word is:

Chas ti ty;

Noun  -  The state of practice of refraining from extramarital, or especially from ALL sexual intercourse.


For many people in the fetish/kink world, being in chastity exclusively means that the man or woman is wearing some sort of device that prevents them physically from having sex, or at least sexual stimulation of the genitals.  Per my last post, I was recently in my cock cage for 4 days as a punishment for my, well ........ let's just say she was disappointed and then not happy with me.  Here I am, safely locked up for what would turn out to be 4 days of continuous punishment.  Yup, it's actually me ......... All locked Up.



But, I digress from the intended message.  What was that again?  Oh yeah, chastity and what does it mean?

To Mistress K. and myself, it means the complete and utter control that she has over anything sexual having to do with me.  Anything and everything!  I am in completely and utter chastity, constant 24/7/365 with Mistress, unless Mistress decides at any given moment otherwise.  And even then, any sexual activity that I may be involved with requires her express permission and supervision.  All of that get accomplished without the use of a "chastity cage".  I am so very grateful that the type of chastity Mistress K. imposes on me is the volunteer kind.  I have become keenly aware that any violation to the trust she places in me on the subject of not masturbating, touching myself sexually, ejaculation without permission ..... etc., is akin to infidelity.  My sex, my cock, my ass, my orgasms, my ejaculations, are the property of Mistress K. and to not follow her specific rules on the use would be stealing from her.  

I am not looking down my nose at those that define chastity by a cock cage, or feel that the only way to prevent their man from touching himself/cheating/stealing is to put him under lock and key.  I am suggesting however, that when the term Chastity is used, it would be wise to use it in it's proper context rather than only speaking about some device.  

As I write this on Friday morning, I am still grateful for being unlocked and that the cage itself is securely placed at the bottom of my panty drawer.  I hope it's a long time before I piss off Mistress K. enough for her to feel I need to wear it again.



Thursday, February 15, 2018

Mercifully she had me remove my cage.

Every year since we became a couple, we have celebrated Valentine's Day on the 13th of February.  We did so I the beginning because it was impossible to get a reservation at any restaurant in Valley of the Sun on V-Day.  It worked out so well then and since, that it has become our tradition and it make celebrating V-Day SOOOO MUCH MORE enjoyable.  We have our pick of the best restaurants, the streets aren't crowded and it's just a overall super-relaxed way for us to celebrate.

In my last post, I described how Mistress K was punishing me by making me wear my chastity cage for an undetermined amount of time.  I hate that fucking cage!  Hate it.  I love being chaste and having my se and orgasms completely under control and supervision, but I hate that fucking cage!!!!  And she knows it.

I woke up on our Valentine's Day, grumpy, sleepy and feeling the painful effects of my cage successfully preventing any movement of my cock, including the involuntary, painful and fruitless attempts at nighttime erections. I was getting cranky at having to wear this cage, but Mistress K. was teaching me a lesson and I knew that any attempt at subtly getting her to allow me to remove would be met with scorn, disappointment and more time in the cage.  But now I was going on my 4th straight day in the cage and it physical effects on my body were starting to have an emotional effect as well.  Per haps Mistress K. knows how this works and wants to see if I am willing to fight through the "sentence" of wearing the cage.

During the day I went to the local adult store because I wanted to get a naughty card for V-Day.  Surprisingly they didn't have much, but I found one that would suffice.  While in there, I shopped around for stuff.  I know we were low on lube so I got some of that.  Check.  I knew I was needing some more penis desensitizing spray for those time when Mistress K. wants to be fucked deep, slow and hard, and for a long time.  Check. 

Then, I came across this guy:

It was inexpensive, stretchy, soft and has that nice little security harness that goes over your cock and balls to hold it in place.  While at our super sexy dinner and the super sexy restaurant, I was describing the cock extension to Mistress.  She had had a couple of stiff cocktails and before long she was having me ask for the check so we could get out of there and to our bed before the kids got home from practice.  Mistress told me to remove my cage and get into the shower and "wash all that cage nasty off of it".  I was speedy Gonzalez.  There is no better feeling that removing my cock cage after having suffered through for 4 days.  After my shower I rushed back to the bed to find her under the covers, naked and glorious.  There is always a moment of awe and appreciation when I see Mistress K. naked, and I always stop and the savor the moment for a few seconds.  Especially after having disappointing her a few days earlier, her eagerness for me to provide sexual pleasure to her had me soaring.  

It was meant to be.  She told me to get the new extension and put it.  We were both disappointed I that it didn't add any significant length or girth, but I knew it would aid in helping me avoid cumming (or wanting to cum) before Mistress K. and sufficiently received the fucking she was looking for.  It was awesome.  I fucked her hard, long, deep and made her feel like the needy, dirty little slut that she sometimes likes to be.  I made her hold herself open for me.  I made her tell me that she wanted to fucked "right now", that she wanted me to fuck her, that she was a needy little slut ...... and she did.

Of course, moments like this are merely temporary moments to abandonment for Mistress K..  Moments with which she and have been  able to reveal and recognize without having the speak about it beforehand.  Wearing a cock extension in moments like this ensure that she gets the fucking she wants, and I am so thankful to have one on hand.  Without it, my long denied, edge and denied cock that is constantly marinated in desire, teasing and edging, would simply want to cum too soon.  Not being allowed to cum (without permission) requires that I stop before a violation occurs.  Of course when that happens, yes, it keeps my ass from being beat red for cumming without permission, but it also and at the same time denies Mistress K. the deep, long, slow then fast fucking she is looking for.  You get the idea ....

On this night, Mistress K. got thoroughly ravished, fucked and used like a little-fuck you .... just exactly how she wanted it to be.  Afterward .... she laid there, basking in the afterglow of her deep orgasms.  A minute or so later, so informed me that I would be cumming on this evening.  She told me to straddle her body and masturbate until I cum.  It didn't take long and when I first started to feel the orgasm building in my balls.  As I will do, I asked, then begged Mistress to make it a ruined orgasm .... but she said no.  "You will fuck your hand to a full orgasm, and do it now".  Seconds later the glorious ejaculation and orgasm was right there, right at the edge.  I almost forgot to ask permission to cum (which is always required immediately preceding orgasm, even if permission was previously obtained.).  I stroked my cock long and slow, and then fast and had an orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity.  Right there on her belly and her chest.

Happy Valentine's Day lover .... was what she said as I got up off of her to get a towel to cleanher with.

Wow, just fucking wow!

Thank you Mistress.  I worship and adore you!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

We don't fight .... ever

Greeting my Dear Friends,

It has been quite a while since we were last together .... and I sincerely apologize for the delay.  (I always feel uneasy about apologizing for not writing because on some level it just sounds so arrogant, as if my words and this blog are just so beloved, so important, that I am somehow depriving people of sustenance or something, instead of being just some random bloke, trying to get by.)  We are very private people, but I will tell you that the bulk of my absence was/is due to a beloved family member in the hospital since roughly Thanksgiving.  This person is not completely out of the woods yet, but there is signs that recovery is likely.  2 and a half months later ............ time to reintroduce myself to my family, friends, co-workers, and my beloved blog-world friends.  I've missed seeing you and "talking" with you.

We don't fight .... ever .......

Yet there are times when the planets align .... and we argue.  It's very rare but it does happen, and when it happens ... I somehow forget my vow of submission.  I somehow feel like its ok to raise my voice, to become frustrated and lash out verbally. I somehow feel entitled to "get out of my lane" and actually argue with Mistress K..  and I don't know why.

What do I mean "when the planets line align"?  It doesn't take much misalignment of those planets to get them in the right order that will allow an argument ensue, but it sometimes happens.

How did it end?   The way it always ends ..... with Mistress K. finally having enough, puts her foot down, points to the floor and says "you'd better kneel there now, tell me you are sorry in a way that convinces me you are, and beg me for forgiveness.  Well, I embellished a little when I added the "beg for forgiveness" part, but once things reach the point where Mistress K. says those words, with that tone .... begging for forgiveness is exactly what happens the second I acquiesce and kneel before her.
Then what happens?  Well ... it's over.  Well, mostly over.  What's over is the disagreeing, the shouting, the outburst that demonstrate the lack of respect that a true Mistress Wife should not have to endure.  What's beginning?   The making up, the regret for my behavior, the comfort is knowing that Mistress K. and I have tested another boundary aspect of our beautiful but otherwise unnatural relationship.  I've always been alpha and in control, Mistress K. has always been the opposite.  Again .... planets aligning.  Also beginning  ...  the penalty phase.  The punishment(s).  How this plays out is not as clear as some of the other aspects of our love.

I know that Mistress K. was angry with me .... really angry.  I also know that when Mistress K. is angry, especially really angry, she will not even consider picking up the paddle.  She has never verbalized it, but she will not punish physically when she is angry.  Instead, Mistress K. let me in on how much trouble I may be in by saying  "you need to put on your cage".  I don't know what if anything Mistress K. will do in the form of punishment for my behavior.  I DO know that shit is serious ... because Mistress K. will only impose the "put on the cage" punishment when she is seriously unhappy with me.  I suspect that a rather blistering spanking is in my near future, especially since we were both just commenting yesterday how I haven't received a spanking in some time, and how risky it can be for too much time to pass between punishment or maintenance spankings.

For now, I will wear the chastity cage of shame. It will pinch and hurt.  It will ache when I get an erection.  It will mean it take forever to urinate because I have to sit down and then painstakingly clean up afterward.  And ... It means that I have really fucked up and it's almost certain that some other, significant form of punishment is in store for me.