"Don't make your wife choose. Let her have all the cock she wants."

While looking through Twitter, I came across a GIF that showed a woman on her knees with a cock in each hand and the caption "Don't make your wife choose.  Let her have all the cock she wants."  The second I read that; I had an epiphany.  It occurred to me that even though Mistress K. and I don't practice cuckolding, hotwifing, or any other variation of the term that denotes her fucking other men, I can honestly say I would let her have as many cocks as she wanted.  In fact, she has four cocks now.  Mine and her three 'boyfriends' that we keep in our sex closet, that go into the strapon harness that we share.  

Mistress K. is a confident, highly sexual, beautiful, demure redheaded, and freckled woman who is dripping with grace and class.  Her standing in life and in her community is important to her.  Her wedding vows are very sacred to her and ever since we first got together, she has steadfastly declared that she wants nothing to do anything that might or could risk the magical relationship we were building and enjoy to this day.  

Is the above picture a realistic, viable scenario?  Absolutely.  Does she fantasize and even talk about other men that she would fuck, or like to fuck?  Absolutely.  Does she want to?  No. Well, she does have a hall pass of about 5-10 men (actors) that if given the chance, she would fuck in a heartbeat.  But that doesn't count.  Even then, if I were a betting man, believe she'd pass on fucking any of them if such an opportunity would arise.

The only thing preventing her from being that woman in the picture is a lack of desire to fuck other men.  If that were to change, she'd have that, because it's always been, and will always be about what SHE wants. 

As her loyal, devoted, and worshipping submissive husband, I have declared to her (in our collaring ceremony vows) that my purpose in her life is to make her life as joyful and blissful as possible.  We've talked about it.  If someday her desires turned in the direction of fucking other men, I would support her decision.  After all, it is not a hard limit.  A soft limit, yes, but not a hard limit. We'd discuss in a very deep and meaningful way in order to establish boundaries so as to not risk destroying our beautiful life together.  We are both keenly aware of how risky it is to play with wire while existing on the razor's edge of disaster. We both know that feelings can and often do develop when fucking is involved and even if people promise that those emotional feelings won't develop, they do.  And when that happens, it is the beginning of the end no matter how much either of them denies that a serious problem has developed.  

The situation is only made more confusing and complicated by the porn-fueled version of what cuckolding and hotwifing are about.  99% of the cuckold porn that exists makes the absolute assumption that it originates solely from the husband, that the wife is a reluctant participant at first, but once she's tasted other cock, she wants more and more, and that in becoming a cuckoldress/hotwife, her life is much more enriched because of it.  Of course, there are real-life examples of that exact scenario and to those people, I say good on you both.  Anytime a couple can truly find something that gives them both extreme joy and pleasure in their together, a beautiful existence is the result.

What we don't ever hear about (or know) is what happens when one or both of them discovers that they have gotten fatally burned by the fire they were playing with or that the razor's edge of danger they were playing on has sliced them in two.  When that happens, they just fade away into the ether, never to be heard from again because their marriage is over and their life seems ruined.  Not that this happens to everyone in the cuck/hotwife world.  Only to those that were unaware of what it means to communicate and negotiate their feelings and instead think they know because they are horny, eager, or just blissfully ignorant of the reasons they were on that path in the first place.  Our relationship is far too important to Mistress K. and I to even risk being on that razor's edge and playing with fire.  

The above picture is what it looks like when previously discussed boundaries feelings change.  What a heartbreaking thing it would be to discover one day that your whole existence has changed like this.  Life-shattering heartbreak.  Not what W/we signed up for or agreed to.  

OK subhub, enough of the blah, blah, yudda, yudda.  You say that if Mistress K. wanted to fuck other men, you'd "let her" and support in that.  Under what circumstances would that be acceptable?    

I hesitate to put down "rules" because I am not the one that makes the rules in my marriage, but these are the things that for me, would have to be our sacred boundaries;

• Absolutely zero humiliation or degradation.  Not from him.  Not from her.  Zero.  Zilch. Nada!  None of this "fucked by a real man" or "his cock is so much bigger than yours that yours doesn't satisfy me anymore", or "he says that I am his now and not yours", or "I am only allowed to have sex with you or allow you to see me naked if he says it's ok", etc., etc., etc. bullshit!!  Not having it.
• Considering him, or calling him "my boyfriend".  He is not your boyfriend, he is your human sex toy and other than he has the ability to get up and leave the minute you are done fucking, he is no different that beautiful rubber cock in the nightstand drawer.
• No dates, no vacations, no alone time away from the other things in your life.  
• No hanging around after he's done fucking you.  No sleeping over, no breakfast and other than the 10-15 minutes after sex that humans that have just fucked need together, no cuddle time.  
• I would need to be present.

I once saw a meme where the wife gets pissed at and throws the bull out because he made the mistake of thinking she thought her husband was a small-dicked, weak man, and made a comment.  She stood up for husband, reminded the bull that it's the weak men that women like her use as a sex toy, and to "get the fuck out of here you piece of shit."  It made me smile.  So yeah, I'd want that too.

Yes Mistress!  If that is what you want, that is what I will do. You can have the cocks you want Mistress.  

Isn't that a beautiful sentiment and picture?  

We tried something new (kinda) last night

Everybody wants it, even though it might be rare.

In a previous post, I detailed how Mistress K. used her authority and skill to immediately resolve a situation.  You can read it here.  In doing so, she created an atmosphere of subspace-inspired compliance and service that has made the last few days a joy to be a part of.  Mistress was being served and tended to supremely, and there was harmony and balance in the house.

Other than to take the garbage cans to the street, and to answer the door to accept our take-out delivery, I have been kept naked (wearing only my steel cage) 24/7, for 2 days in the house after my correction spanking Saturday night.  Last night we were watching one of our shows ('The Diplomat' with Kerri Russell).  As the third episode in a row was coming to a conclusion, and after both Mistress K. and I each commented on how sexy Kerri Russel is in this role (rawr), and as the 3rd glass of Rose I had poured for Mistress K. sufficiently began to loosen her inhibitions, Mistress K. got because she had to pee.  

When she walked past me on the other couch, she stuck her perfect ass out and said, "Spank it".  I did.  She then said, "Really, is that all you've got?".  So, I spanked her harder this time.  Still wasn't enough. By the fifth or sixth swat, each progressively harder than the last, it was obvious that she was horny, in a rare submissive mood, and was eager to ramp things up a bit.  

Mistress has told me in the past that she expects me to be able to pick up her sometimes not-so-subtle clues that she wants to be dominated, without having to verbalize it.  When that happens, she expects me to take her, and dominate her in a way that leaves her satisfied, whatever may happen to mean at the time.  I took the risk and determined this was one of those times she wanted me to be the Dominant one.  To take her and "make" her submit to me.  Having spoken about the rules of engagement in the past, I dove right in.  Head first.

I stood up, clasped her hands behind her back, and pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles.  I sat back down on the couch and told her to step out of them and get over my knee.  She defiantly stood there without doing as she was told, seemingly testing my resolve. I stood back up and spanked her several times hard  (She wanted it HARD) while she was standing.  I sat back down and said it again.  She complied this time.  I proceeded to hand-spank her beautiful, lily-white, perfect ass until it was a gorgeous shade of red.  

Knowing that she still needed to pee, I told her to get up, to go pee, and then go to the bedroom where I was going to fuck her.  When she got to her feet, I told her to stop and ceremoniously lowered her thong panties to the floor, pointed toward the bathroom, and said "Go."  

I watched in awe and with tremendous pride as this stunning, beautiful, sexy, dominant woman slowly made her way to the bathroom, naked from the waist down and with her perfect ass already glowing a deep red.  She was beautifully demure and clearly in a subspace of her own.  While in the bathroom, I retrieved the strap-on harness and the biggest of her 3 boyfriends (dildos).  When she emerged from the bathroom, she stopped and looked at me to again test my resolve.  I instructed her to get in the bedroom and that the first thing I see when I walked in the room had better be her wanting to be fucked.  None of this shy, under the covers, warm me up and make love to me vibes, but rather 'I am here to get fucked however you see fit Daddy because I am your slut and need to be fucked' vibes.  

Before turning the corner in the hallway, she stopped to look back.  "Go!  Now!", and off she went.  

I quickly put the harness with her dildo boyfriend attached on over my cage.  Our known rules of engagement.  I was still her slave husband, with rules, acting out a role.  I am never allowed to remove my cage unless instructed to do so by her.  She didn't instruct me to, and I wasn't going to ask.  

I walked into the room, and she was on her back with her hands holding her legs wide apart.  I used copious amounts of lube and smeared it all over her pussy and ass (on her nus so she'd wonder what I had in mind), and positioned her biggest boyfriend between her legs telling her that she was not allowed to make eye contact with me while she was being fucked.  

She was fucked for 30 minutes in every position imaginable.  It not being my own cock, there was no concern about having to stop because I was close to cumming.  She had 3 orgasms (2 of them vaginal, 1 with her vibrator on her clit while doggy style), all of them incredibly intense.  I made a couple of references about her husband sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching.  

She was thoroughly exhausted when we were through.  After her last orgasm, I simply pulled out, pushed her over on her side, and left the room.  Returning a few seconds later with no harness, still caged of course, as her loving and submissive husband.  She thanked me profusely and wanted only to crawl under the covers and sleep.  I cleaned up the mess while she did just that.  

When I fell asleep an hour or so later, my cock was as hard as it could possibly be while inside my cage.  I didn't cum, but I could've, even though there was zero stimulation to my cock.  Just seeing my Mistress in the throes of sexual ecstasy is often enough for me to achieve a version of a ruined orgasm.

I woke up the next and thanked her on my knees from her side of the bed for 'our' orgasm last night.  She smiled so sweetly and just ... "coffee."

Life is good right now and none of it would've been possible if it wasn't for her fixing our problem the other night in the manner she did.  

God, I love this woman!

 

I'm ending this ... NOW

 

I had just returned from a weeklong trip last night, where I was caring for an elderly family member that had fallen and was injured badly enough to be in the hospital for several days.  For the most part, the trip was a success, but it was a trip full of long days.  I was tired.  I was road weary, and I missed Mistress K. something fierce.  

We are currently remodeling our house again and the entire house is in a constant upheaval of dust, noise and inconvenience.  I hate it!  My trip coincided nicely without a good amount of the most frustrating parts of the remodel process.  When I arrived back home last night, my beautiful Mistress was at the airport to pick me up.  I was so happy to see her and be with her.  

While I was gone Mistress K had worked very hard to make our home as comfortable as possible to be in while there was still construction dust in the air.  I am so very grateful to her for that. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised at how she had transformed a construction site into a place that resembles a nearly completed construction site.  

Having a long difficult trip, and a long plane ride home, I was tired and a little grumpy.  My happiness soon turned to grumpiness when I was inconvenienced by what was still left to be done in the house.  A small disagreement developed between us over what we are spending.  Her frustration at my frustration was growing.  As time wore on, I was more and more pissy.  Yes, I was tired.  Yes, I was road weary. No, none of that is a reason why she would have to put up with my behavior.

"THAT'S IT!  I'VE HAD ENOUGH. Take off all of your clothes and kneel where you stand.  Gulp!  Socks too, your watch, everything.  Now!  In seconds I was naked and kneeling.  She walked and pulled out her chair at her vanity table.  The she grabbed my jeans that were bunched up on the floor and pulled my belt from them.  

She pointed to the chair.  In a not very happy tone she said, "get over that chair.  I'm ending this now."  Boy did she ever.  She didn't sit in the chair because doing so would've restricted her arm movement with the belt enough that her correction might not be felt in the manner in which she intended.  She whipped my ass good.  "Stand.  Now kneel.  This is no over, do you understand me?"  "Yes Mistress.  I am so sorry for expressing my frustration in a way that caused you frustration.  It won't happen again.  Thank you, my spanking Mistress, and thank you for correcting my behavior."

I was hard as rock during what was a very hard spanking.  I wasn't erect because it was a sexy situation.  it wasn't.  I was rock hard because I had what call a "love boner". I get a love boner when I ama relishing in our love for each other and how our marriage is so beautiful ... and also when I am plunged into subspace.  I was so much in subspace, and so much in love and proud of my Mistress Wife taking control of the situation and immediately fixing it.  

My God I love this woman!!  My ass burned - a lot! ... but my God do I adore this woman.  Immediately after my lesson, I showered, shaved, put my cage on, went and found her in the house, kneeled before her and thanked her again for resolving the matter, for loving me and for having me as her slave husband.  The rest of our evening was genuinely beautiful and loving.  It was the epitome of why a Wife Led Marriage works.

The Truth About Submission and Masculinity

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Masculinity in a FLR Lets talk about Masculinity in a FLR. First of all, I think it doesn't need pointing out, that we do have a major masculinity problem in our world today. We do not have men that understand what it means to be men. Men have forgotten the art of chivalry. They've forgotten that sex is special, intimate, and sacred. We live in a time of instant gratification, where porn can replace any of their sexual needs, just through triggering fantasy alone. Replacing real connection and real relationships, with fictional characters on a screen. There are many men that lack the ability to develop the courage to find a woman in real life to date. This is a problem, because it is creating men that lack inner strength, they lack self esteem, they lack confidence, they lack life experience. This has nothing to do with being submissive. You can be a submissive man, and still be confident and full of self esteem. Lots of submissive men are, they run their own business and have leadership positions at work. It is possible. There are naturally submissive men, but that does not mean that they must get rid of their masculinity as well. This puts many women in a very interesting position. This gives women the ability to lead her partner to become a man of integrity. A woman in a FLR has the ability to empower him, to motivate him, and help him set goals and achieve them. All of his dreams can come true with her guidance, because frankly, he can't do it without her. This is why a FLR is so powerful. Because women can help men understand who they are, while at the same time, helping him understand her needs, and making sure all of her needs are met by him. A submissive man can have the best of both worlds. So many men have so much potential, that their Domme could be coaxing out of them. Use the idea of power exchange to power both of your lives. A FLR is not about abuse, and degradation, that was never what a FLR was about. Yet the porn world will portray a Dominatrix leather clad and whip wielding. A true FLR will use the power exchange to benefit both partners, while still making it sexy and fun. Men can learn to become masculine properly, with respect for women, and with respect for their own bodies. Getting themselves in shape, and showing the world that abs are cool again. We are living in a time where the world needs stronger men, especially emotionally stronger men. Men that aren't led by their sex drive, men that have learned to tame their sex drive, and use it for productive means. That's what chastity does. That's what her holding the key does. It brings the sacredness back to sex. Not only that, but it also brings deeper love to the relationship, because every intimate encounter is cherished, and exciteful. It's all about love. A FLR is really just bringing back and maintaining the principles of a relationship that never lost it's initial attraction. It's not about women being superior, or men being inferior. It never was. It was always about loving each other as you are, accepting each other as you are, being as you are, and using that to compliment each other into an empowered life together. To be great parents, and be role models of what it means to live a life of integrity. To show your children what a real, happy couple looks like, compared to all the dysfunctional relationship that exist today. Real love, and real relationships do exist, but to make them work, you have to work with the energy, with the power exchange that you both naturally have. Men, being submissive, doesn't mean being a pushover doormat. Women, being dominant, doesn't mean being cruel and abusive. Respect each others roles, and realize both are valuable. Together, the synergy can work so well, that you'll both be living on cloud 9, living the lives of your dreams, together. And it's only possible, because you have each other. Masculinity is neither submissive nor dominant. That's just stereotypes culture uses to make one feel superior or inferior. Lies. Don't fall for it. Masculinity is all about having integrity, and courage and confidence, and an attitude of I will do it. I will achieve my goals, I will follow my heart, I will have strength. It's time for masculinity to be reborn. Away from toxicity, and away from the idea that a masculine man is a brute without a brain. Masculine men who are in touch with themselves, are far more useful to the feminine, and will connect with her on levels that those who aren't in touch, only dream of achieving, while they watch porn as their life passes them by. Create the #FLR of your dreams with my Practical FLR book series!

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There are some absolute truths in this world.

 

And this is one of them:

When a wife fully understands this and then has the courage to act upon it, she has done what is necessary for both of them to live a blissful marriage.

It's The Worst - Don't let it happen - You aren't allowed

 

Living in Phoenix, you cherish the opportunities to leave in the summer and go somewhere cool.  The southern California coast is perfect.  It's close and above all ... it's cool and beautiful.

For the past 5 days, that's exactly what we did.  We took our (grown) kids and went to visit some old, dear family friends that live on the beach in So Cal.  Our kids are friends with their grown kids, so after we arrived, they all had things to do.  We stayed in a ridiculously expensive hotel right on the ocean.  After being with our (vanilla) friends all day, we'd retire back to our hotel.  It was awesome.  The room was literally right on the shore, so we could sleep with the window open and hear the waves crashing all night.  It was perfect.  

Since it was a vanilla weekend, we had to limit our sexy time to only when we were in our room.  Also, the stainless steel cage was left at home.  Mistress K. would tease, edge, deny repeat each of the nights, finally culminating in me being allowed to soak inside (here).  She knows I just love soaking.

We were soaking for quite a spell, and it was amazing.  There was so much love, so much lust, that all of a sudden it just came over me and I knew I was going to cum and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  My choices were ... just go with it, pump away and cum inside of her, and hope she would be benevolent and understand, or pull out and ruin my impending orgasm on her tummy ... and still hope she would be benevolent and understand.  

Knowing that she isn't often fond of having a gooey mess inside of her that would ooze out all night, I pulled out and let my mess pump out onto her tummy without thrusting (to maintain the ruined orgasm).  I was so deep in subspace, in awe of her and so much in love.  It was amazing.

I apologized profusely for my unauthorized ejaculation.  Ejaculating without permission in our marriage is a BIG, BIG NO-NO.  She was amazingly sweet, loving, and understanding.  She held my face and told me how much she loves how I love her, while she tenderly kissed me   It was beautiful.  We laid there for a few minutes and then I was told to get a towel to clean the mess. (The night before I told her that sometimes I wish that I was required to always have to consume my mess as part of a standing rule in our marriage.  She said "gross."  A post for another time I suppose).

After cleaning the mess, I started to walk back toward the bathroom, when she said, "STOP RIGHT THERE!"  A lump formed in my throat.  She said "at first, I was going to delay your obvious punishment for this severe infraction because we shared such a beautiful moment, but then I realized that it would lessen the impact of your disobedience.  She placed pillows on the bed, had me lay over it and proceeded to harshly spank me with her sandal.  It hurt like hell because getting punished after cumming, even a ruined orgasm, is the absolute worst!  (here)  The absolute worst!

When it was all over, I was grateful.  Not only that it was over but that my beautiful Wife had the courage and resolve to maintain the proper order of our marriage.  I wasn't spanked to tears but it was close.  I squirmed and rubbed it for a long time before I was able to finally go to sleep.  

There are some infractions that are just more severe than others.  I vowed at our Collaring Ceremony that I would never spill my seed without permission and supervision, and I violated that vow.  

I love you Mistress K.