She's Never Gone There Before, Even In Jest

 

I did tell her exactly that.  In fact I begged her ... and so now, I'm always locked, and the even rarer chances I get to cum are exclusively in my cage.  

I've talked before about how my focus of sexual desire has transferred from my cock to my ass-pussy since being permanently caged.  It took about 2 or 3 months from the beginning for this to occur, and that was 6 months ago.  As a result, I've evolved into a bit of a wanton slut.  I beg for her cock, her fingers, and yes, even her tongue.

Since then, except for a glorious, ruined orgasm I was allowed after a glorious soaking session (here), any orgasm I am or will be allowed, will be while caged, which, in effect, renders them all ruined orgasms.  

This, according to the new rule Mistress K. made shortly after she discovered that I could cum in my cage.  When implementing the cum-only-hen-caged rule, Mistress did say that if I can cum from being fucked in the ass, I could.  I still need to ask for permission, but the answer will be yes, she said.

She'll be the first to admit, Mistress K. enjoys it when I beg for sexy things from her.  I'm not kidding when I tell her that I am "trying to earn her cock" every time she praises me for being a good boy.  

It's been a minute since I was properly fucked by my Wife, so I've been begging a bit lately.  

Well ... yes!  That's what a cock-hungry slave husband does, right?

Anyway ... "She's Never Gone There."  What do I mean?  I mean she has never gone in the direction of ANYTHING resembling having another man involved in our sex.  In any fashion!  In fact, she's gone so far as to tell me that she does not even want to discuss things that many other WLM couples routinely do.  Like cum eating or even cuckolding.  She has been steadfast against any of it.

That is why what she told me this morning shocked me.  I was speechless.  She was in her car on her way to the office and we were talking on the phone.  After we almost concluded our conversation about vanilla stuff, she asked me what I was doing.  

Jokingly, I told her I was about to strap her cock to a chair and sit on it.  Without hesitation, she said, "If you do that, I will force-feed you real cock and make you swallow his cum!" Then said, "Have a nice day." and hung up the phone.  Very matter of fact.  Should I read into this? She's never gone there.  Even in jest.

Mistresses Can Feel Guilty About Being Selfish

Every Wife Led Marriage evolves.  It doesn't matter if it started at his request or hers, they all have a starting point, and if the journey is successful, both the husband but especially the Wife, live a life of bliss and joy together.  

At the beginning of our beautiful WLM journey, Mistress K. was still finding her stride when it came to being a Dominant Wife.  She very easily understood the intellectual concept behind adopting and living in a WLM, and all of the obvious benefits that could (and did) come from it, but it went against her instincts to be "selfish" when it came to me.  

We went from her allowing me to orgasm nearly every time I begged for it, light, barely there spankings for actual punishment, and me being caged very rarely (1 or 2 times a year and only for a few hours or overnight), and then it was only for "serious" punishment.  All of those were like for a variety of reasons, most of them stemming from her concern about my state of mind and fear that I was feeling deprived.

Now?  Now mostly am never allowed to orgasm if I beg, when she spanks me for punishment, it fucking hurts, and I am permanently caged and has zero hesitation demanding from me the things she once thought were selfish.  On the rare occasion where I am allowed an orgasm, it is always while I remain caged, rendering each of them a ruined orgasm.  As a result, our love for each other has never been deeper, our sex life has never been more satisfying and most importantly she genuinely lives a beautiful, blissful, contented life, partly because of her slave husband.  All I ever want for her is a blissful existence, and she lives one. 

Recently I came across a comment on a thread post that is a response to an inquiry and explains the phenomenon of an initially hesitant Dominant Wife.  It comes from my friend @AllAboutHer in a thread he started some time ago called  "My journey has been accelerating", on one of my favorite sites, Evolving Your Man, owned and operated by another friend, the beautiful and talented Miss Emma.  With permission from the author, I'd like to share that passage with you now:

Posted by: @lovemypet  

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In the meantime, do you have suggestions for how the woman in an FLR can get past the deep seeded (cultural I believe) duty of always looking to pleasure/satisfy the man without much regard to ourselves?

Reply by:  @allAboutHer

If you believe your woman intellectually accepts the idea of your relationship being woman centered rather than male centered, but still has to contend with deep-seated conditioning and inhibitions, my opinion is that the key is consistency in word, and especially action, on your part.  I took it as my job to normalize this new way of being for her.  My wife has said to me several times that it was really smart for me to set the conditions where she could comfortably asset her dominance rather than expect her to change at the snap of a finger.  This allowed her to come to it gradually, in her own time, by developing new habits and letting go of old ones.  It was much more of an evolution than a revolution.

When it is appropriate, I will remind her that we BOTH like her being in control and we are both pursuing a mutual goal.

I think it was also helpful that I avoided confusion by explaining that I wasn’t proposing a mere shift in balance away from my sexual pleasure to hers.  I proposed an entirely different paradigm where the SOLE purpose of sex in our relationship is her pleasure and this extends to the point that she literally owns my orgasms.  

Slowly, we have progressed to the point where I think we are finally confronting the final vestiges of her wanting to show some deference to my pleasure.  We actually had a great conversation about this the other morning when we were being intimate.  She started the topic of conversation by expressly acknowledging that she loves and appreciates the fact that owns my orgasms, but feels that once she has decided to permit me one, I must have a preference for how she allows it. “What do you like most?  Coming inside me?  When I use my hand?” She asked me.  

“I promise I am not trying to be difficult, but my preference truly is what brings you joy in the moment.  If I know you want to feel me coming inside you, or if you want to watch my cum while you use your hand or instruct me to jerk off for you, or you want to feel the ‘wicked pleasure’ of denying me, then that is what makes it ‘best’ for me.”  

She still seemed a little incredulous.  Then it occurred to me that I had objective evidence to offer. “Don’t you agree that my orgasms, when you permit them, are much more powerful than they used to be before we agreed that sex is for your pleasure?” I asked.

”Oh, absolutely. But isn’t that just from build up because they are less frequent?” she replied.

”Not really,” I said.  “It is because my orgasms are now so much more between my ears than in my penis.  And I know you get that.  How else would you explain the fact that you had an orgasm the other day without being touched simply from teasing and denying me.  That was really hot, by the way,” I added.

She asked me to open my sex tracker app so she could look at the data I have been collecting.  We compared the data from the first few months, when our FLR was new, with the data from the last few months.  The emergence of her preferences was abundantly clear.  In the early records, my orgasms were much more frequent and they substantially outnumbered denials.  Back then it was common for me to cum inside her during PIV.  She also occasionally instructed me to “take her” in a dominant fashion.  

As things are now, she prefers to allow me cum inside her about once a month, at most, and it has been more than a year and a half since she wanted me to “take her.”  My number of orgasms has easily been reduced by 50% and they are substantially exceeded by the number of denials.  The ratio of our orgasms had gone from 3 to 1 in my favor, to 3 to 1 in her favor, to the “new normal” of five orgasms for her for each one I have.

So, in a nutshell: patience, consistency, and communication.

I Really Want Your Cock

 

After a nice holiday dinner out with friends, where the wine and cocktails were flowing, Mistress K. and I arrived home around 10:30.  On the drive home, Mistress said "You'll be fine. When we get home, you will remove your clothes, you will insert your butt plug and you will put on your strapon, and you're going to fuck me.  This was just seconds after I had told her that I was having a 'grumbly tummy' from the wine and the rich food.  I knew right then that the "you'll be fine" meant I had better find a way to answer the bell.  My immediate response, of course, was "Of course Mistress".  

Once in the house I got busy getting everything ready.  Mistress was wanting to be fucked and fucked good.  A little splash of cold water on my face and I was ready to meet the challenge.  I was still dressed in the bedroom, gathering the equipment I was ordered to use, when she walked into the room.  "Hmmm, I see you are not properly prepared", she said.  "Put everything in your hands on the dresser and get undressed, right now!"

She turned me toward the bed, walked me over, and bent over the bed.  She proceeded to paddle my bottom with the most ferocious paddle she had.  It's a plastic pickleball paddle and it hurts like fuck!

When Mistress K. has had a few drinks, not only does she get really horny, but she can get a tiny bit sadistic.  She has deep desire to inflict and sometimes, feel pain.  She had a few drinks.  She paddled my ass with purpose ... and it hurt like fuck!

She bent over to whisper in my ear, and while rubbing my freshly paddled bottom, she said "I changed my mind about your butt plug.  You won't need it.  I've decided instead that one of my 'boyfriends' is going to fuck you tonight.  Her boyfriends are the various dildos she can choose from for me to wear in the strappy harness.  "Go over and pick out the one you want to fuck you."  There are five of them.  I picked the smallest one pictured above and handed it to her.  She spun back around to the bed, bent me over the edge, used her feet to kick my ankles apart, and said "don't move".  With one of her boyfriends in hand, she disappeared into the bathroom.  When she returned, she smeared cold lube all over my man pussy, pressed the tip of her boyfriend's cock at my opening, and eased it inside.  

She was fucking me with her boyfriend-cock held firmly in her hand. I was able to accommodate her cock and in no time, I was feeling like a cock-hungry slut getting railed by a nice cock.  Falling deeper and deeper into subspace, wondering if she was going to fuck me until I was able to cum in my cage.  I didn't.  After a good 15-20 minutes, she stopped, took my hand, and placed it on the cock in my ass, balls deep (this model of her boyfriend had balls too), and said "Do not let that fall out."  

She was ready to be the one getting fucked.  She handed to me and helped me into a pair of red thong panties to help keep the cock in my ass from falling out.  She helped me get the strapon on and affixed it securely over my cage and went to the bed and got on all fours.  "Come here and fucked your Mistress."

I fucked her hard and long until she was worn out.  All the while she kept asking me how it felt to have a cock in my ass, balls deep, while she was having orgasm after orgasm.  When she finally had enough, and she was lying there recovering, she called me over and asked me again.  "How did you like having a cock in your ass while you were fucking me?  It was almost like I was fucking you while you were fucking me. I'm really glad I have my different boyfriends.", she said.  I could only respond by telling how amazing she looked being an insatiable slut.  It was amazing.  "I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Now clean all of this up and come to bed."  "Yes Mistress", I said, and "thank you for having me as your slave husband."

Did I cum?  No, but perhaps another time.

By the time I finished cleaning up, she was fast asleep looking like the Goddess Queen she is.

Bits & Pieces / A Few Random and Wonderful Occurrences

 

Meet me for dinner:

This is what a cock looks like when it tries to get hard in a cage.  More on that in a second.  

On Tuesday night, Mistress was out running errands and as dinner approached, she decided we'd be eating at a local Italian joint that we like by the house.  She just pulled, got a table for two and called me to tell summon me to the table.  She didn't ask.  She didn't wonder if it was what I wanted to do for dinner.  She just ordered me to be there.  (I love that!).  She had decided what I was going to be eating, ordered it and it was waiting for me when I arrived.  

She said she wanted to catch up and review our WLM components of our wonderful love affair.  Not knowing what she had on her mind, I settled in and listened.  She proceeded to tell me how pleased and joyful she was with her life, her marriage, and our lifestyle and that she has noticed my efforts to make her life as blissful as possible.  She went on to tell me that has found a great amount of comfort in not feeling guilty or feeling bad about not worrying about what pleasures I might have on my mind while being able to fully indulge in what makes her happy.  She wanted me to know that she loves her blissful life and now better understands that my bliss and joy come from being her slave and by in service to her ... no matter how important or mundane it might be.  

I immediately got hard (well tried, like in the picture.  It's even the same cage I have).  My attempt at an erection in the cage had nothing to do with any sexual thoughts of her or any sexual act she would have me perform.  No.  It was solely from the pride I felt in being able to accomplish, at least for now, what we set out to achieve when we started the Domme/subslave part of our marriage nearly 12 years ago.  It was a "love boner".  I get love boners from merely wallowing the feelings of my love for her.  To hear her tell me how pleased she is in her life, and with me, gave me a love boner.  

Mistress, can you help me with this:

I have a cut on the back of my arm that requires a bandage.  Nothing big and it's healing nicely, but still needs a bandage.  It's in a place that I can't get to myself, so Mistress has been my nurse on this one.  The bandage needed to be replaced.  She had been out with a girlfriend at happy hour, had been home for about 30 minutes, and was in a playful mood.  Wine was involved.  

She came up behind to help but instead, started to molest me with her hands and started grinding on my bottom like she was fucking me.  She pulled my shorts to the floor and continued mock fucking me for a few minutes.  then, off comes my shirt and I am only wearing my cage.  She spins me around and takes a firm grasp of her cock and balls that are, of course, securely caged.  She reminds me how happy it makes her to "own this cock" and that it is always under lock and key.  

She pulls herself close to me, starts deep kissing me, and goes to my ass with her hands.  Lightly running her fingers up and down the crack of my ass then spreading my cheeks apart to fully expose my bottom.  She said something about how this is how she would present me to others and about how she knows that my sex cravings have switched focus from my now permanently locked cock, to having my 'mangina' filled with cock.  Which is true.  I beg her for her cock.

She kept filling my ears with naughty talk and calling me her slut.  In no time, there I was, naked, exposed, and trying desperately to entice her to give me her cock, or for that matter, the cock of anyone else that she invited into the room.  I was deep in subspace being teased, subjugated, and used in this way for her enjoyment.  A few minutes later her phone rang, and she abruptly stopped.  "All done here" is all she said as she made her way over to the phone, knowing it was one of our kids calling.

Come See Me:

I get up early in the morning, like 5ish.  Mistress likes to sleep until 9ish.  When she is awake, I am usually in my office at the house working.  She will call me when she wants her coffee delivered.  This morning, Mistress called me at 5:30am, which she never does.  "Come see me" was the groggy voice I heard on the other end.  "Yes Mistress, right away. Is everything OK?"  Click ... rather than answer she hung up.  

Not knowing what she needed and worried something was wrong, I hustled in there.  She moved the covers off her body to reveal her beautiful ass and simply said  "Spank me! Not too hard but not too soft either.  Figure it out."  I proceeded to spank her beautiful lily-white bottom for about 6 or 7 minutes straight.  Not too hard, but definitely not soft and it turned her ass into a beautiful shade of deep red.  "That's enough." she said, pulled the covers back over her body, and sent me off to fetch her coffee.  

Where did that come from?  Every so often Mistress likes to play the sub role, but this was immediately upon waking and her need for it was a little intense.  I can't wait until she wakes up so I can ask her what prompted that.

These were just a few random occurrences that were just so fucking awesome.  Thanksgiving is over, and we don't have house guests.  After hearing about the deep state of bliss that Mistress feels in her life currently, I'm hoping for similar never-ending random occurrences

Soaking Ruined

Soaking Ruined Orgasm

Soaking, which is something I learned about soaking from my friend Emma's of Evolving Your Man fame.  You can find her blog post here.  It's also something I've blogged about before here. Soaking is intensely wonderful and beautiful.  Just a week ago, it was the morning of my departure for a planned golf getaway trip with my buddies.  The night before, Mistress K. informed me that we would be having "just about to leave sex" in the morning before my buddy came by to pick me up.  I was required to be cageless when I woke in the morning, which meant I was required to remove the cage immediately before falling asleep.  No sooner. Thems the rules!  A few hours later I asked for permission to enter her bed (not required to ask, I just sometimes do), uncaged and unfamiliar with the feeling of being uncaged.

When she awoke in the morning, I delivered her steaming hot cup of coffee bedside, as I am required to do every morning. Standing there naked (another requirement when there are no guests in the house) and fully erect, she took the coffee, played with my hard cock and balls, and abruptly told me to leave her with her coffee and to wait to be summoned.  

An excruciatingly long 45 minutes later I was summoned.  "You're treat before you leave will be soaking.  But first, you're going to watch me masturbate.  Get the vibrator."  I handed it to her, was instructed to lie beside her (so she could smell me) while she masturbated to 5, count them, 5 incredible orgasms, the last one sending her into a 10-minute, post-orgasm "coma".  Then she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.  "Soak" was the only word that came out of her mouth.  Then she asked if I wanted to soak with her doggy-style or missionary.  I will always choose missionary because I LOVE the intimacy of looking into her eyes and being able to smell her neck.

The soaking rules (ours anyway) require a few things.  No thrusting whatsoever (not even a little) and if my erection is lost, the soaking is over.  Soaking takes me to deep subspace so losing my erection has never been the reason soaking has ended.  Not thrusting?  Well, that's a challenge for reasons I think would be obvious.  I moved while inside her, and she promptly reminded me with her paddle that she has at her side when she allows me to soak, for this very reason.  With time running out before I was to be picked up for my trip. she said ... "I will allow you to ruin on my tummy using my pussy."  This is my favorite way to experience a ruined orgasm, but also the trickiest way to execute because there is a very narrow window at the edge of orgasm that will allow time to pull out and then ejaculate but not orgasm, because once it's out, it's not allowed back in. Of course, if I wait too long, I risk cumming inside her, which is a far worse fate because of the severe spanking punishment that would immediately follow.

I was moderately successful at my task of giving myself a ruined orgasm using her pussy, and I ended with a kind of ruined orgasm by pulling out a tiny bit early.  She said "I'm sorry that wasn't as good as it could've been before your trip, my love.  Now clean up this mess and you'd better get ready."

What an awesome send-off for my trip.  Fuck, do I love my Wife.

 

She Said It Would Be Permanent, but ....

 

Recently, when we (well, Mistress) decided that I was to be permanently caged 24/7 (story here), Mistress said that until she was ready to completely go without access to my (her) cock, there would be times when she'd have me go without it.  Because she knew she'd want to play with it, edge it, tease it, and deny it without it being caged.  This is one of those times.

The above picture is a very accurate depiction of how it is in our house ... usually.  

Her sources of happiness and fulfillment evolve from time to time and she didn't want to have to feel constrained when she wants what she wants from me.  

She wants to know that any pleasure she desires is available to her.  ANY pleasure she desires!

She knows what is good for us, and she lives her life accordingly.  While 99% of the time that means my cock is caged and my orgasms are nearly non-existent, she does get in moods.  Like the other night, after the wedding we attended, (here) When completely out of the blue she wanted me to experience something very rare ... penetration and non-stop thrusting up to and completely through a full-on orgasm, even though I happily live my life in service to her without any expectation that I will ever be allowed to orgasm.  I'm not allowed to ask.  Be it thought out in advance or spontaneous, it only happens if and because that is what she wants.  It's rare, but it happens.  It is one of the cornerstones of our beautiful life together.

Mistress decided that she wants me uncaged for an undetermined amount of time.  She said "a few days" but we'll see.  I have been uncaged since the events that followed the wedding.  This is one of those times she wants unfettered access to my cock.  She didn't say why, but I had a feeling.

She wants to edge me.  A lot.  

At times she will just randomly summon me to the room she is in, require me to remove all my clothes, and then masturbate myself to the edge of orgasm while begging her to deny me that very orgasm.  When she is amused enough, she shooes me away with her hand and says, "Leave me now."

Other times she insists on doing it herself.  When this happens, I'm always a little on edge because when gets playful, she will sometimes purposefully not stop stroking me while simultaneously warning me that I had better not cum.  Even though she doesn't need a reason or an excuse to paddle me, she likes the incredible opposing forces of having to beg her to deny me while warning me not to nut, while fully intending on making me nut.  Thankfully, that hasn't happened ... yet.

Sometimes the edging is elaborate.

Sometimes it is a random wham-bam-thank you-ma'am moment.  Either way, I am just so grateful to be owned by this woman.  Honored and grateful.

She could have anything (and anyone) she wanted, and she chooses me. (I wish she would choose a cute girl too though) Did I mention I was grateful?  

For at least the next day or so, I'll be uncaged and subject to much edging and denial ... then back in the cage - "permanently".  I think Mistress feels like she needs to send me back in the cage horny and wanting to cum ... really bad ...because of the full orgasm she gifted me the other night.