A Husband's Bliss

 I came across this from one of my favorite people.  What She describes in this post is an excellent example of an unexpected blissful moment for a loving submissive husband:

https://mydailypanty.blogspot.com/

Thank you for posting it Mistress D!

Boy, if I was allowed to ....

 

A first for me ... I've never before thought that a Supreme Court Justice was gorgeous.

I do now.  I think this woman is gorgeous!

There is just something so sexy about an intelligent mature woman.

If I were allowed to masturbate, that would another first as well!  Oh boy.

Congratulations Supreme Court Justice Amy Coney Barrett.

Anniversary Weekend

This is the weekend we celebrate two different Wedding Anniversaries.  Yes, that's right, two.

One of them was our original wedding day, back when we were a vanilla couple, deeply in love and eager to start a family and live happily ever after.  Save for only minor bumps along the way that every couple has, that's exactly what we had and still have today.  I love my Wife and She loves me.  

The other anniversary was 6 years ago.  Since the beginning we would renew our vows every 5 years.  Each was a ceremony with Mistress K (back then it was just K), myself and an Ordained Officiant (in whatever church) in a private, subdued, just-us-three ceremony.  We'd get a ridiculously expensive resort suite, have our ceremony, then spend the rest of the weekend lounging and luxuriating and having amazing sexy naked time together.  One was on the boardwalk in Del Mar and another was Creekside in Sedona.  We'd walk up to a random spot that was picturesque, the Officiant would begin the ceremony, we'd exchange our renewed vows, and the whole thing was over in 10 minutes.  We'd draw the attention of passers by and would get lovely comments about how cute we were and how lovely we were for doing this, and so on.  There was more than one wife that would slug her husband in the arm and say something to the effect of   'why haven't we done this?'.  It was super fun and really made us re-engage our love for each as if it were new.

6 years ago, on our 15th anniversary, we used the occasion to have a wedding of sorts.  A decidedly Wife Led Marriage Wedding.  We were well into our WLM then and wanted to "make it official" by exchanging vows that acknowledged our lifestyle status.  You can read about it here and here.  As you can imagine, that ceremony was a benchmark in our relationship going forward and really set the foundation for growth in our beautiful, loving WLM, and the growth has never stopped.  In fact, we've grown into what has become an absolutely beautiful existence for each of us.  Mistress K. has told me more and more (especially so lately) how wonderful her life is because of servitude and worship of her.  She feels like she lives a pampered life of a Queen and in turn, serving and worshipping by beautiful redheaded Goddess provides me constant, unmitigated joy.

At this point in our lives and in our marriage, we feel that our foundation is such that we can experience the joy of exploration and discovering new things that us (her) joy.  Where that exploration takes us remains to be seen but our love for each other has never been deeper and more fulfilling.

Happy Anniversary Mistress K. and thank you from the bottom of my heart for picking in the beginning and taking ownership of me officially 6 years ago.  You are my Wife, my Mistress, my Queen, my Owner, my lover, the keeper of every part of me, and I couldn't be happier.

Misbehavior

 Misbehavior ... it happens.  When it happens in my house, I get punished.  But what exactly constitutes misbehavior?  Yes, there are clear examples of what misbehavior is, but there are often subtle, less obvious.

On Thursday night, Mistress K. and I got into a bit of a snit.  She had made plans to meet a dear old friend of her mother (passed away) that was traveling through Phoenix and wanted to get together for breakfast on Saturday morning.  She also made plans to meet a couple of girlfriends (not that kind) from high school that also happened to be in town on Saturday in the afternoon for catch-up talk, wine and all the fun stuff that comes from those kinds of reunions.  She had told about the visit with friends a week previous, but I had forgotten she had told me.

When I asked how long she would be with her friends on Saturday, she said "I'm meeting them at 2pm and I don't know when I'll be home."  I got whiney and pouty and I spoke in a disrespectful manner to her in expressing my displeasure with that answer.  Why?  Well, not in the way of an excuse, but Mistress has been swamped at work for months.  The kind of swamped that meant she was going to the office when it was dark, and coming home when it was dark ... even in the summertime when the days are loooong.  

I said something insensitive and selfish like 'so, on 2 of the 7 days I actually get to spend some time with you, you "decided" (yeah, I did they quotey thing with my fingers) that you are going to allow unknown circumstances decide whether or not we'll be together on Saturday?"  There were other things, but you get the idea of what a needy, whiney little bitch I was being.  

We (she) sorted things out relatively quickly and I apologized.  The rest of the night was a tiny bit tense but we were lovey dovey for the rest of the evening .  The next morning, instead of receiving the Cock Therapy (here) I was expecting when she told me to remove my pants and pointed to the ground, I got a real hard spanking.  She said "I will not be talked to like that", and proceeded to administer the correction I rightfully deserved.  When it was over, like always, all was good.  I helped her into her panties from my knees and prepared her travel coffee and her car for her departure to the office.

Then, around lunchtime I realized something about what happened the night before.  Not only did I speak in an insolent manner to Mistress K., which was atoned for, but I had also done something even more egregious that neither of us seemed to recognize.  She had made a decision about what she will be doing on Saturday, who she will be doing it with, where she will doing it and for how long she was going to do it.  And I completely disregarded her decision.  I felt awful all afternoon and couldn't wait for her to get home so I could tell her I recognized what I had done, and to apologize for it.  She came home.  I apologized, she very, very much appreciated it and hugged me hard for about a minute.  It was eye-opening for both of us.

One of the tenets of our relationship is that when she makes a decision, it is final and does not (should not) require any scrutiny.  It is at the very core of the amount and type of trust I have in her.  I wouldn't have it any other way!

Sex with another for her ... and not me?

Ethical non-monogamy.  It's a thing.  

In fact, it's a thing that has been on my mind for the last few months mostly because my favorite blogs that I like to frequent (here and here, to name a couple)  have included many, many discussions about it, in it various forms.   One of those sites talks waaaaay more about it than the other, and the hosts of each blog have divergent takes on the subject, as it relates to them in their respective relationships.  I highly respect each of the wonderful women that host those blogs and thoroughly enjoy reading them.  

Like with most things in life, broad and overly vague application of labels tends to cause confusion and misunderstanding, especially in electronic forms of communication .... like blogs for instance.  I don't want there to be any confusion about how Mistress K. feels about the subject, or how I feel about the subject so I'll try to be careful on how I use labels here.

OK, enough about all that.  I'll start by telling you that Mistress K. has not had sex with another man (or woman) and currently has no desire to do so.  After tons of soul searching, wondering, even fantasizing about my beautiful Mistress Wife was having sex with another man, I've come to the conclusion that there would be only one way my head (and heart) could handle such a thing.  That would be .... having the man be there for one reason, and one reason only, and then leave ... rendering him nothing more than a human sex toy for my wife to enjoy.  

There are plenty of couples that enjoy the experience of the wife having a recurring boyfriend.  Someone she can spend the night with or perhaps even go away for a romantic weekends with, etc.  There is nothing at wrong with that if it is something that truly "works for them".  Such a thing could never work for me because I admit that my heart is vulnerable and although I know I would fully enjoy seeing my wife have amazing sex with another person, I also know I could not handle the worry (jealousy) of a relationship with a lover that included all of the romantic and loving things a husband and wife do together.  

I know I may be slicing the baloney really thin here.  I fully understand that many women that have married for a long time (21 years) never really have the opportunity to experience the newness and the butterflies that come at the beginning of a new romantic and sexual relationship.  No matter how much she loves her husband, and no matter how much he successfully continues to court her and demonstrate his devotion to her, she will (likely) never be able to experience the wonder of where a new romantic and sexual relationship.  

Therein lies the problem, at least for me.  In a burgeoning new non-monogamous, potentially recurring romantic and sexual relationship with another man, what exactly would be the hope?  It logically would be that they would hit it off, find a spark and begin the journey of seeing where it goes, romantically and sexually, then leading to a deeper, more love inspired connection, which for someone like me (and Mistress K.) is playing fire.  If things went well ... it would only be a matter of time when that fire actually burns one or all of the people involved.  I realize there are plenty of exceptions to this but each of those are likely coming from either an already agreed upon polyamorous relationship, or a relationship wherein the husband truly does want for his wife to fall in love with someone else, and not just him.  We are neither of those.

Those of you that have read some of this blog likely know that one of my greatest sexual pleasure is witnessing Mistress K. wallowing in sexual pleasure, and of course the subsequent orgasms they produce.  Of course seeing here receive sexual bliss from another person would be included in that.  It hasn't happened because Mistress K. has said she doesn't want it to happen and if she continues to never want it to happen, then of course it will not happen.  If that were to change and she wanted to (in whatever form she decided), I know that I would support her in that endeavor.  My level of trust in her is immense and I know that I could feel confident that any decision like that she might make, however unlikely, would not do anything to hurt me or our marriage.  

Like I said, I've been wallowing in these feelings for the past few months.  Everything from great excitement and arousal, to great fear of destroying the greatest thing I have in my life, and everything in between.  The self loathing.  Asking myself ... what the fuck are you thinking?  Also asking myself, why would deny your beloved Mistress Wife any sexual pleasure she may decide that she would want?  Guh .... 

In the end, if there was to be such a major change in our lifestyle to include Mistress K. having sex with another (or woman), that it would require tons of communication, caretaking of each other's hearts and desires, and the establishment of boundaries.  If such a thing were to happen, my boundaries would have to include that her lover would have leave immediately after the sex concluded.  No hanging around for dinner or sleeping over cuz it's so late ... none of that.  It would also to include no subsequent contact (texting, emails, phones, etc.) that didn't include both of us.  

This post has been sitting in my "draft" folder for some time.  I wasn't even sure that I wanted to go here, but here I am.  The only thing that matters in the end is what Mistress K. wants.  But ... if she were to ask me want what I "wanted", I'd tell her that I want to see her have amazing sex with another man (or woman) and then he (or she) would leave right after.  I'd like that.  Hell, before wallowing in these new boundary feelings I would always let Mistress K. know that when she went to her massage appointments, that she should encourage her practitioner to venture into "erotic massage" territory.  To my knowledge, she never has.  

Oddly enough, I was able cement my feelings on this by viewing a random naughty picture on the BDSMLR blog site about cuckolding.  The picture was a man and a woman, post sex, in bed in the morning and in an obvious tender, loving moment.  She was cuddled up close facing/kissing him and he was gently stroking her back.  The caption from the cucked husband was (paraphrasing) "OMG, what now?  I feel asleep in the other room last and he was supposed to leave last night right after they were though"  There were also a number of broken heart emoji's.

Thanks for listening.  

Massage

Who doesn't love getting a massage.  I've only had a handful of them in my life and when I've had them they were awesome.  They weren't happy ending king, they were the pay-way-too-much at a resort type, but they were awesome.

Mistress K. loves massages and gets them quite often at Massage Envy and other chain type stores.  She really enjoys there therapeutic aspect of a massage.  She tells me that when she is getting a massage she does not perceive them as a potential sexual experience, even though every time she would go, I would encourage her to give off a vibe that might invite a finger being inserted.  We jokingly call it a pinky in the butt massage, although I really would love it if she were pleasured that way when getting a generic massage, she doesn't go there looking for it, so she doesn't give off the vibe that she wants.  Seriously, how hard is it give a soft, guttural moan and raise your bottom a little every time the masseuses' hand gets close?  *smile  But I digress.

AS much as Mistress K. loves massages, I thought I hated given them.  I'd whine like wimp that my hands would get tired or hurt, and so on .....  Plus, I hated trying to give a massage on the floor or bed because it meant having to sit on the floor or bed to do so.  Then I saw a super hot massage video that lasted about 10 minutes.  It was a guy giving an erotic massage to a woman and even though he was naked while giving it, it was only ever about HER erotic pleasure, and not at all reciprocal.  She didn't suck his cock and he didn't fuck her.  It was all about his hands and fingers.  Fingers penetrating her holes, rubbing her clit to several orgasms.  It was actually beautiful to watch. She didn't even pay attention to him even though there were times when his big, flaccid cock would touch her or even rest on her head at times.  In fact, he didn't even get hard.  It was ALL ABOUT HER sexual pleasure.

I sent a link to Mistress K. and told her that I wish that on one of her massage outings, this is what I hoped she would experience.  She replied back with two answers.  1.  OK, I'd like that; and 2. I'd also like that from you.  All of a sudden I was beginning to enjoy the idea of getting a massage table.  I had one ordered and on it's way in seconds.

The following day, it arrived.  So did the sheets, several different massage oils and the little round thing that lifts her (and hopefully my) ass up off the table just so.  That night I became a masseuse.  Naked, horny masseuse, and gave Mistress K. a very oily and sexy slick massage that she just absolutely loved.  She received her very first "happy ending" massage.  She loved every second of it.  After she received many amazing orgasms, she was so appreciative that she invited me to join her on the table and enter and fuck her until I reached the edge, then was told to stop.  No orgasm for me.  Clearly, a great time was had by all.

By noon the next day, the sheets were washed, folded and ready to be put into use whenever Mistress K. summons me for another massage.