Are we there already?

Are we at that inevitable point in our relationship, where Mistress's pleasure naturally would/should include another man's cock?  Maybe one that isn't prone to erupt in seconds because it has been constantly teased and denied, for weeks on end, like mine can be?  Is it that time in our relationship already?  Is it inevitable?  Am I prepared?

Each of us has our own little worlds that we live in.  We want those worlds to be safe, warm and full of love.  My love for Mistress K. is undeniable and as deep as anything I know and feel.  I want to bring her pleasure in life.  I want for her to have access to and the ability to enjoy, as much pleasure in life as possible.  Not just sexual pleasures, but every pleasure that is available to her.  I trust Mistress K. to be a very good arbiter of common sense when it comes to determining which pleasures she can safely indulge in, and which ones she can't.  For example, there is pleasure in cake and pie.  Mistress K., I suppose, could decide that because eating cake and pie is indeed a pleasure, and because she is in charge of determining what pleasures she can indulge in, she can eat cake and pie as much as she wants without ramifications.  Right?  Of course not, and she, like any rational person, knows that. 

What about sex?  Ah, now that's a different story, right?  I mean after all, Mistress K. is among a select group of people in this world.  Like relatively few others, she is someone that lovingly owns the heart, mind and body of someone else, which of course means that she could have any kind of sex, anytime she wants, any way she wants, simply because she wants to.  She decides the if, the when, the how of sex.  She also is the one that decides the who.  How great is that? 

Like any other group of people, those of us the FLR/FLM world are sometimes subject to what is claimed to be "normal".  Newbies starting out are worried about whether or not they are "doing it right".  Experienced couples ask and are asked questions all the time, about "is it normal for us to do this, or normal to do that ....?"  Personally, I've never been a fan of worrying about where any of us actually do or should "fit in".  I get a bit weary at the natural inclination of people (me included) to constantly try to define everything into narrow definitions.  There are even those that will give unsolicited opinions of how you/we are doing it right or doing it wrong.  I have a commenter who is an anonymous "Mistress".  She will occasionally comment or email me to let me know that until Mistress K. requires me to consume my own cum, we really don't have a legitimate FLM because, well, you know, it's what everyone does in an FLM.  Although she's adamant about, she's pleasant enough and even humorous about it that I really can't take offence to it.  Besides, even if I did, unless a commenter is blatantly, obviously and needlessly offensive, I'll always leave their comments in place.  Thankfully, Mistress K. and I don't feel the need to allow anyone outside of our deep love for each other, to define the parameters that love.

Even though some things are never "always required" to define the kind of relationship Mistress K. and I have, there are undeniable commonalities to a D/s relationship.  Especially a Female Led D/s relationship.  Of course, one of those "not uncommon" things is for the Dominant Female to take on a male lover .....  be it a full-on cuckold relationship, with humiliation, forced bi and other things that serve to degrade and humiliate the submissive male;    or Her taking a random, nameless, faceless male, human sex toy, it's obviously not an uncommon thing in a FLM/FLR. 

That being said, there are many, many monogamous FLM's, and my marriage is one of them.  Neither Mistress K. nor I have previously expressed a desire in the past for a separate male lover to sexually service Mistress K.  We are both very, very protective of the core elements of our love, and would never do anything to risk that.  It's a key reason why we never actually did engage I a threesome with other women when we had the chances in the past.  Safeguarding our love. 

One of the effects on me that has evolved from our FLM is that is I get an ENORMOUS amount of joy and pleasure from seeing Mistress K. having intense sexual pleasure and orgasm.  It is a genuine thrill for me.  It really is.  I've even been able to have a ruined orgasm by simply watching my beloved wife having a orgasm.  I am also so grateful that Mistress allows me to see her have her orgasms.  I know that isn't always the case for many submissive husbands.  Witnessing her having an orgasm will usually put me into immediate and deep subspace.  Our evolution has brought me to now get as much sexual pleasure from her orgasms, as I could get from having one on my own.  It is just that much of a joy to be a part of and to witness my beloved Wife having such pleasure. 

One of the realities of a FLM, is daily teasing/edging, followed by orgasm denial. For many couples, it's a key component in their recipe for happiness.  I know it is in mine.  As such, the male is in a nearl constant state of arousal, which means that he often a hair trigger penis, and can usually come in a matter of seconds when his penis is pressed into service (pun intended).  I'm sure there are some men out there than can do it, ..... that can go from a teased/denied, constant state of edge-of-orgasm arousal, to a porn-star like man that can fuck as long as she wants, and cum on command.  For the rest of us mortal humans, that kind of thing is usually not possible. 

There are times when suddenly Mistress feels the desire to be fucked, good, hard and for as long as she wants. When the times comes, and because of my constant state of arousal, it usually requires some numbing cream, a cock sleeve and waiting time for the cream to numb the cock. Should she have to be concerned about her sub cumming without permission, or worse, having to stop altogether to avoid ejaculation? This doesn't seem fair for any Mistress not to have a hard cock available to fuck her like she wants.

Last night I was having many random, crazy dreams.  In one of them, Mistress K. was getting fucked by another man, she was loving every second of it.  Not only that, I was there, naked, sitting behind her, holding her legs apart.  Not only that, I helped this strange man him fuck my wife by grabbing and holding his cock, and guiding it into her pussy, then watched as he brought intense pleasure from being fucked long and hard.  (In my dream, he didn't have a big, giant cock like that depicted in the picture below, but there are only so many pictures of husbands holding their wife's legs apart so she can fucked, and except for the giant cock, it's pretty much how I remember the scene in my slumbering head. * smile)

Not only that, when recalling that portion of the dream, I got a huge erection, and then I got another huge erection telling Mistress K. about it.  Wait, what?  Did I just say that?  This is something new.

How could this be?  The last time I had a sex dream that included any other man, it caused me to wake up in a panic.  It was one of those .... "oh good, it was only a dream, but I still need some reassurance from you right now" kind of dreams.  And in this particular dream, all she did was barely handle a guy's cock that happened to be lying next to us in bed, for some reason. 

With these things in mind and being a bit jealous by nature, how could I go from near panic about a dream where Mistress K. briefly touches another man's cock, to waking up as hard as a rock and very  aroused because another man fucked her?  How could this be?  I'd say the biggest difference between the two "mind-fuck" dreams, was that the man in my latest dream was merely a faceless, nameless human sex toy.  There was no intimacy between him and my Mistress.  No kissing, no typical cuckold fodder about how I was a useless man when it came to sex.  There was none of that.  He wasn't there to steal her, or replace me in her life in any way.  Mistress seemed very intent on making sure I knew that, during the dream.  In fact, there was a great deal of gratitude and intimacy that was directed solely at me while she was being well fucked by this other man. 

Are we there already?  Are we at that milepost on our journey?  Are we growing up?  Are we growing into our journey?  Oh boy ..........  What's next?

Lock the door

Sunday night.  We had a wonderful family weekend, a delightful family Sunday night hanging with the kids, but by 9pm or so, everyone was tired and was heading for bed to rest up for what will be a busy week.

I decided to stay up to watch the end of Sunday Night NFL game, which ended about 9:30.  The local team won by the way.  After shutting down the house, I headed for the closed bedroom door.  I entered to find Mistress K. laying bed, all cozy and warm, watching TV but fighting to stay awake.  I removed my clothes, stood at the side of the bed and asked permission to enter her bed.  (I had promised Mistress I would always do that, even though she said it wasn't necessary.  Even still, Mistress has said that she appreciates me asking. I have been lax on doing that lately ... I need to better at that).  Instead of saying yes, she said "lock the door".  Those three little words always put a smile on my face.  I locked the door and returned to Mistress's bed. She removed the covers to reveal her beautiful naked body.  She instructed me to cover her body with soft kisses and to continue until I was to stop.  Sometimes that can be 10 minutes, sometimes an hour. 

Covering her body with soft kisses is one of my favorite things in the world to do.  Why wouldn't it be?  She was sleepy and wanted to be worshipped and pampered on her way to slumber.  I began my task with a deep, contented breath.  My cock was swelling at a rapid pace (you know, because this is one of my favorite things to do).   There is just something so wonderful about having my naked Mistress laying before me when all she wants is my mouth on her body.  I had been worshipping her for about 15 minutes. At one point I was just so overcome with lust that placed my rock hard cock against her ass and began a slow grind.  "No!", she said, "continue with the kisses".  I stopped trying to get some pleasure and proceeded to concentrate on the pleasure she was receiving. I am not always certain that Mistress will allow my lips, mouth or tongue to touch or get near her sex parts.  I never know until I try.  So I tried.  I ran my tongue up the crack of her gorgeous ass to see how she would respond.  She responded with a soft whimper and a slight pushback against my face.  So, I went a little deeper.  More of the same.  So I went a little deeper until my tongue rested on her tiny rear hole.  It was apparent that she wanted me to continue, so continue I did. 

I need to tell you that being allowed to worship Mistress K's ass in this way is something that, in and of itself, can cause me to want to orgasm.  This was no exception.  I plunge into a deep state of desire for her when I am allowed to place my mouth there and soon I was shuddering with excitement.  I took a small break and worked my way up her back with soft kisses when she said :get back down there!"  OMG ... I thanked her for allowing me to worship her this way and returned to her bottom hole for more worshipping, all the while being keenly aware that I needed to make sure that I didn't ejaculate from all the excitement.  After 15 minutes or so of this bliss, Mistress rolled onto her back, spread her legs and expected me to know what to do next.  She didn't have to wait long for me to continue my worshipping of her at her alter.

I was lost in desire while pleasuring her with my mouth and I could feel her orgasm building.  Every so often, Mistress would have to adjust my head because my eagerness sometimes causes me to push to my mouth too hard against her.  My beloved Mistress K. had the most wonderful orgasm and pushed my head away when she could take no more.  I rose to me knees, rock hard cock in front of me, eager for attention.  I just took in the beautiful sight of my glorious Wife laying before me in her post orgasm glow.  It was wonderful.  After a few minutes, when she regained her composure, she said "go unlock the door and come back here and snuggle me to sleep". 

When I returned to the bed, I moved in behind her and pulled her sexually satisfied body in close.  I thanked her for allowing me to worship her with my mouth, and for allowing me to witness her orgasm.  She just said, in a very sleepy voice, "you're welcome pet". 

I clumsily asked if I could be allowed a ruined orgasm and her response was "not tonight pet.  We're going to go to sleep now".  "Yes Mistress", was my reply and we both nodded off to sleep with her orgasm still fresh on my face and my rock hard, eager yet denied penis firmly pressed against the most beautiful ass in the world. 

This is a perfect example of how my sex life now is better than it has ever been in my entire life, and there was no chance I was going to be able to have an orgasm, ruined or otherwise.  I am just so in love and in awe of this Goddess, and am always just so grateful that she continues to have me in her life.

Very simple instructions

Mistress came over to me, naked and having just completed the finishing touches to her make-up before starting her day.  She handed me her empty cup of coffee and said "freshie please".  I refreshed her coffee, handing it back to her and asked if I could kiss her naked torso.  "Only if you are kneeling", she said.  That took less than a second.  She allowed to kiss her tummy and the area just above her pussy for about 30 seconds, then she shooed me away so she could finish getting ready for work.

A few moments later, in the bathroom, I walked up behind, moved her gorgeous red hair away from her neck, began kissing her there and thanking her for allowing me the short period of worship time.  With that, she turned around, grabbed my hard cock in my shorts and led me back to her comfy chair in our bedroom.  She ordered me naked and to get some lube in my hand while she went for her cordless hitachi-like vibrator.  When I returned to the room, she was already in the chair, legs spread and her electric lover was humming away.  I was ordered to kneel and stroke my cock without stopping while she had "sex with herself".    I was at least 5 feet away while she laid back in her chair ad brought herself to orgasm, right before my eyes.

I imagine that if you could've seen my face I probably looked like a cartoon character with hearts for eyes, and hearts circling my head. There is NOTHING sexier than the very vision that was before at this very moment.  I literally could've cum by just witnessing this if Mistress had told me to.  She had her hard, hard orgasm, turned off the vibrator, rested for a moment and told me to clean myself and to leave her be while she got dressed for work.  Of course there would be no orgasm for.  Almost goes without saying .... even so, if it is Mistress' intention, Mistress will always let me know that she will be cumming and will not.

My very simple instructions?  Masturbate for me while I cum.  What a great way to start a Friday and a weekend.

Fantasies

We all have them.  Some deny having them.  Some relish in them, but we all have them.  During the course of my submission in my FLM, my fantasies have evolved.  The majority of them anyway.  I still have fantasies that involve Mistress taking a female sub of her own, fantasies of watching Mistress make love to another woman and just get lost in reckless sexual abandon.  Fantasies about being among like-minded people in a setting where we could openly be demonstrative in our respective roles.  That sort of thing.

I'll tell you this though, one thing that has happened to me (and I couldn't be happier about it) is that every single fantasy that have, in some significant way, includes Mistress K.  Whether it is her instructing me to perform a sexual act of her choosing, for her viewing pleasure or the pleasure of a guest of hers, being taken anally in the presence and full view of others, or being given a punishment spanking, my fantasies ALWAYS include her.  It was something I recognized a few months ago and when it occurred to me, a giant smile came over my face.  I happened naturally. I didn't coerce myself into it because I felt I had to.  It was something that just happened because, I suppose, of the happiness I fell in my love life with my wife.  What a great place to be!

My favorite current fantasy is really quite simple .... to be summoned into the bedroom by Mistress K.  Then to be allowed the honor of being able to worship her entire body with those soft, tender kisses that she loves so much.  When Mistress is satisfied with the adoration that she has received, Mistress would then inform me that I may do whatever I wish sexually with her, with zero restrictions on what it is I choose and no restriction on my ejaculation or orgasm.  I would choose to lay her on her back, spread her legs, look into her eyes and hold them there while I slid myself inside of her.  I would thrust slowly at first, never once removing my eyes from hers.  Then, gently, firmly and with all the love in my heart I would continue to make love to her without stopping, our eyes never leaving each others, right up to and past the point of orgasm, emptying me seed inside of her.  Boring ... I know ... but OMG so hot!

What fantasies are in your head right now?  I'd like to know.  It could be a fantasy that might likely happen, could maybe happen, will never happen but is still a fantasy, or ???  Please friends, let me know.

Off to the cool rainy mountains again this weekend.  Some but limited access to this blog there but at worst, I'll "see" you all again on Monday.  Have a great weekend everyone.

She was reading my blog .......

The past two mornings, before starting her routine for getting for the day, Mistress K. sat in her Queen chair in our bedroom, cup of freshly poured coffee next (that I had just brought her), opened up her iPad and did a little reading on this blog.  I don't mind telling you what a thrill I get when Mistress will take the time to read my blog. 

A few moments later, Mistress called me into the room.  I didn't know why ... I assumed she needed her coffee warmed up.  I walked over to her and she sent me back to the bedroom door to close and lock it.  There were kids in the house still sleeping.  "Get some lube in your hand", were her instructions and with that I removed my shorts and my rapidly hardened cock sprang forward.  I went into the closet and placed lube in my hand and returned, standing in front of her.  She pointed to the floor and said "kneel there".  I kneeled .......  "Masturbate for me" were her next words.  So while she continued to peruse my blog and read the comments from my dear friends and readers, I slowly, methodically stroked myself with my right hand while my left hand went behind my back. 

She gets a little caught up with my thoughts here (although there is months worth of posts that she still hasn't had the time to read) and gets to see the comments left by my fiends and readers.  For example, she asked me "Who is K in New England"?  I asked her if she remembered me telling her about a small group of submissive wives that I had become close blog friends with, and how they had essentially accepted me as one of their submissive "sisters".  She said she did and then mention that K was one of those sisters.  She giggled and thought that was adorable.  She then went "Ewwww" when reading a comment from Mistress A. who suggested in a comment on my post "Eve of Milking Day", that I be required to consume my cum on my monthly milking day.  She went on to suggest that she knew that even though I have said it is not something that is appealing to either Mistress K. or me, that it was something that I wanted to be required to do anyway.  Mistress K. asked me "you don't want to do that do you"?  I said, those are her words Mistress, not mine.

I was in heaven.  Dutifully kneeling there while she sipped her coffee and read by blog.  (Did I mention that I so much love it when she reads my blog?)  I sat there in awe of her as she sat so confidently in her chair, reading my blog.  I wondered what she was reading and what she was thinking of what she was reading, never once ceasing to stroke my cock for her.  I went through at least a dozen trips to the very edge of orgasm while she continued her reading, letting out moans of delicious agony as I struggled to continue to stroke myself while simultaneously struggled to avoid having an ejaculation. 

Suddenly she said "go get my leather paddle".  I thought this was it.  I thought the dreaded, anticipated, significant punishment was about to happen.  Instead, Mistress had me stand in front of her and while continuing to stroke myself, she played with my ass and her paddle.  I instinctively knew that this wasn't the punishment I have anticipating with some dread and fear, and she confirmed that to be the case.  "No, I just wanted to have a little fun is all".  During this "play" spanking, Mistress discovered a way to be able to add a little extra sting with her paddle with a particular angle.  It's just an added bonus when Mistress can unexpectedly discover something new with our dynamic that she can use in the future.  After about 30 swats or so, she handed me the paddle, had me put it away and then told me to wash my hand, put my shorts back on and return to her.  When those things where completed, I returned to her, kneeled in front of her as she sat in her throne and she extended an arm to me, pulling me into her so I could relish in her tenderness.  I so very much love those moments after a paddling, even play paddling's like I had just received.  The words "thank you for my spanking Mistress" involuntarily came from my mouth and upon those words, she pulled in closer.

Shortly after, she excused me so she could continue her reading uninterrupted.  I am so in love with this woman!

FLR coming into their own

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A stolen moment

It was Saturday (yesterday).  One of our kids had a friend over and the house was filled with the joy of children at play.  We had a kid's sports related event to go to at 5pm, followed by a gathering of the team at one of the parents house.  At around 3:30, the kids ended up going over to the friend's house before going to the event.  Mistress put them in the car and ran them over.

Then, at 3:50, this text string began ... MK: "Lover, get naked.  I will be home in a few minutes.  I want a glass of ice water waiting",  SHIP:  yes Mistress   MK:  Are you empty?  SHIP:  Not really   MK:  Can you be in the next 5 minutes?   SHIP:  Yes   MK:  Do it.

Mistress arrived.  I was naked and empty.  I just love being told to be naked in order to greet her when she comes home.  She came into the house, put her purse down and started kissing me passionately, rubbing her hands all over my exposed body.  She confirmed that I was "empty" and then pointed to the bedroom and said "in there ... go".  Once inside, she removed her pants and matter-of-factly instructed me to get the thigh harness and whatever I wanted to put into that would end up in my bottom.  

She told me to hurry because we didn't have much time.  While is was in the closet getting the harness and the dildo that would fuck me, Mistress retrieved her wand vibrator.

When I returned, she was sitting in Queen chair, vibrator in hand and instructed me to kneel between her legs and install the harness on her left thigh.  She promptly scooted toward the edge of the chair.  I put a condom on the rubber cock and slid it into place in the harness, and then secured the Velcro harness to her thigh.  She spread her legs wide, turned on the vibrator and placed it on her panty covered clit.  She pointed to the cock sticking up from her leg and said "come on, get over it and lower yourself on to it".  I straddled the rubber cock, smeared lube all over my bottom hole and it, positioned it at it's intended target and lowered myself on it.  Mistress was rapidly approaching the first of two orgasms she would have as I slowly lowered myself onto her cock.  After just a few seconds to allow myself to comfortable accept the intruder, she ordered me to fuck myself on her cock.  I moved my and down while watching her have an incredible orgasm.  The sight before me and the realization that this actually happening to me had brought me to the very edge of orgasm.  It was so hot.  I felt so very objectified and as you know, just witnessing Mistress having an orgasm can almost produce an orgasm for me and with my ass filled, facing her and witnessing an especially fast and strong orgasm, I was right there.

After her orgasm subsided, Mistress ordered me to place some lube in her hand.  I was almost whimpering at the prospect of her slippery hand on my cock while all this was going.  I was certain that her hand would take past the point of no return in seconds.  Seconds later, while she was stroking me, telling me to fuck her cock and warning me not to come .... I begged her to let go because I was a second away from not being able to control it.  She did let go and just then, clear pre-bum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her thigh.  Her eyes got huge, thinking I had disobeyed her allowed an ejaculation without permission.  I took every ounce of strength I had to prevent that from actually happening, but in the end it was only clear pre-cum. 

My thighs were killing me but I was still bobbing up and down on her thigh, fucking myself when she put the vibrator back on her panty covered pussy.  I asked her if I could turn, facing away from her while fucking myself on her leg and she said yes.  I came off of the rubber cock, turn facing away from, held the cock at my bottom and lowered myself back on it.  In this position, Mistress got a front row view of the cock going in and out of my ass and in seconds was having a second massive orgasm.  After recovering from her orgasm, she told me to stop, get off of her cock and clean everything up and put everything away.   Ughhhh!   I was just getting started but the clock is also an un-yielding Mistress.   I cleaned everything, put everything away and hastily left to the kids sports event.  I was wanting so much more so very badly, but also wallowing in the appreciation of the treat Mistress just gave me.  Later, after the sports event, I returned to the house to pick Mistress up for the after event.  She was naked and had just completed showering and putting on her makeup and was about to get dressed, but before doing so, came right up to me and said ... "you may worship me for a few seconds before we go" while pushing me to my knees.  She had just put a fresh shave on her pussy and it was as smooth and as beautiful as I have ever seen, felt or tasted.  After about 30 seconds, she pulled away and told me to get ready for the party. 

Thank you Mistress!

Every Morning

 

In a recent post, I wrote about some of the new routines and rituals that Mistress has set for us as a couple going forward.  One of those is ... at precisely 5:55am every workday, I am have her freshly prepare cup of coffee available and sitting on the night stand next to the bed.  Then I am to tenderly, lovingly and effectively waken her using only soft kisses on her belly and torso region.  Before going to bed last, I asked Mistress if I could take a picture of the beauty at which I am to worship each morning and she said yes.  This is typical of what my new morning ritual looks like every morning.  This is Mistress K. in all her glory.  Please forgive the grainy, dark picture.  It was still kind of dark in there but I couldn't help but share the beauty of glorious Mistress Wife (with her permission of course).

 

 

Since starting this wonderful ritual, at precisely 5:56am every work day, my cock is as hard as it ever is and can be.

Deep, loving, heavenly sub space

On Sunday morning, Mistress walked over to me on her way out the door to shuttle kids around to their various activities, and she laid the clasp that normally hangs from the drawer that houses her beautiful panties.  It looks just like this:

This clasp normally hangs from the handle of her panty drawer and is used as a non-verbal indicator of the current state of Mistress K.'s domination.  Sort of an on/off switch.  As long as it hangs there, the level of domination is FULL and COMPLETE.  On occasion in the past (pre FLM days), Mistress enjoyed all of the trappings of being the submissive in role play, so she was familiar.  Mistress agreed with me when I suggested it, that just because she was now clearly in charge and the dominant one in our marriage, it doesn't necessarily mean that she should never allow herself to temporarily dabble in the joys of  sexual submission.  If Mistress were to remove the clasp from the handle of her panty drawer, and hang it on the handle of my panty drawer, it is another non-verbal way for Mistress to let me know that she is in desire of temporarily assuming a submissive role sexually.  The idea behind our doing this has mostly to do with wanting to avoid the need for verbal discussion about what she  wants or expects from me in my temporary dominant role.  The only rules to our now temporarily-switched roles are that I am to figure out one my own how to satisfy her temporary submissive desire, without asking, and that she may very well top-from-the-bottom in order to get what she wants.    That's a little background.

It hangs there 99.9999% of the time.  In the past 18 months or so, Mistress has only hung the clasp on my drawer handle once.  Since it is something that never happened before, I just failed to notice on that particular night.  Later she admonished me for not paying enough attention to her desires to not notice.  A short time after that, she began to tease me about how I missed my chance. 

On this past Sunday morning, I was sitting in a chair watching the Masters (golf) on TV when she laid the clasp on my lap.  I asked her way she was handing it to me and not handing it on the handle of my panty drawer, and did it mean .............. you know .... that she was going to be my sub that evening?  She answered with "because last time you were a dork and didn't even notice ... and yes, THAT is what it means, even though it was laying in my lap and not hanging from my panty drawer handle.

By the time the house was quiet, the kids were in bed and the time grew near for her to become my little sex toy (*smile), Mistress had a change of heart, which of course is always her prerogative.  I couldn't hide my disappointment.  I thought she had decided to cancel the festivities for the evening but instead she announced a change of plans.  She no longer wanted to feel the joys of sexual submission.  Instead she wanted to feel the joys of my mouth worshipping her body with soft licks, tender kisses and gentle bites.  It's her favorite thing.  Frankly, it's up there among my very favorite things too.  In the spirit of what was to be, Mistress did tell me that I had no restrictions to access any part of her body, as long she felt that what I was doing felt good to her.  Usually I must ask permission to put my mouth on her pussy or bottom hole.

Yes I was still a little disappointed.  I had all kinds of things I had planned for "my sub" that evening.  Mostly that entailed two things .... Me watching her masturbate to the edge of orgasm then stopping (edging), you know, for my viewing pleasure, and;     Having her kneel in a classic sub position, knees apart, palms up, while I held onto her beautiful little head and fucked her mouth.  I also thought I'd see how far I could take a spanking with her, without crossing the line.  None of those lovely things were meant to be. 

After a short period of worship time, Mistress wanted to orgasm.  She allowed me to get her close with my tongue and as she often does, told me to fuck her so she could have her orgasm with my cock inside of her.  In preparation for what was originally planned this night, I had her favorite large dildo already condom covered and ready for action and it was resting, out of sight, right next to her favorite Hitachi-type vibrator.  When she ordered her pussy to be filled for orgasm, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, handed her the vibrator, pulled my own cock for her beautiful pussy and slowly began to insert her (larger than me) dildo.  She began the process of having one of those, long, slow deep orgasms.  Being allowed to see her have an orgasm is at the pinnacle of joy for me, and this one was especially satisfying for Mistress, and for me.  OMG ...........

After giving Mistress a moment to recover physically, I took a chance that it would be ok climb back on the bed, get between her legs and slip my rock hard cock into her freshly fucked pussy.  With the tip of my ready-to-explode cock at the entrance of her pussy, I locked my eyes on hers and slowly slid inside of her.  It was magic!  All I wanted to do was look into her eyes and at her beautiful face while I slowly entered and moved inside of her.  She whispered to me ...... "do you want to cum tonight?"  and I replied .... "Yes, more than anything in the world other than one".  When she asked what that one things was, I said "the only thing i want more than being able to cum inside of you at this very tender and beautiful moment, is for you to deny me the permission to do so".  She told then that's how it shall it be and that she hoped that didn't change my mind because the decision has been made.  I wasn't cumming that night.

Over the next 20 or so minutes, I very slowly and methodically moved my in and out and around inside of her, while simply enjoying where I was, what I was allowed to doing and the stunning beauty of this beautiful mistress Goddess before me.  I fell comfortably and deep into a sub space that was nothing short of bliss.  I could've stayed there forever, but eventually, Mistress had to pee. 

As an aside, as we lay together in the glorious afterglow, I mentioned to Mistress that I really, really hoped that she would finally end the agony of me having to receive the punishment I am still due for ejaculating without permission.  She immediately said (again) that it shouldn't at all be something that I should be looking forward to, and then left it at that.  My only response to that was what I felt was true in my heart .... "I understand Mistress and I look forward to enduring and receiving whatever punishment of correction that you deem necessary".  With that she smiled, sighed in delight and drifted off to sleep.  And there I was, orgasm denied, punishment still pending, returning from a trip deep into sub space, holding the most beautiful woman in the world as she drifts off to sleep. 

I'm a lucky man.

Do I get enough sex?

After reading a couple of recent blog entries that seemed to focus on the endurance of a few submissive husband that have gone days, even a week without an orgasm, I got me thinking.  Over the course of my FLM with Mistress K., any thought of if, when and how I might orgasm went from the front of my mind to the back of mind.  I frankly don't have any expectation of if, when or how I may be able to orgasm the next time.  It was kind of like watching water come to a boil.  It takes longer when you focus on nothing but it.  I no longer focus on it and I couldn't be happier and devoted and in love to my darling Mistress wife.  I truly do feel honored to have Mistress K. be in full control of if, how and when I orgasm.  That fact alone gives me comfort, warmth and deepens my love for here every day.

It's March 8th, and thus far I have had one full-on orgasm and only a few (3 or 4) ruined orgasms this year.  Don't get me wrong, I am not at all complaining.  Not in the least.  For me there was a transitional point to where I was absolutely able to find please and comfort in giving control of my orgasms to my Mistress Wife, both consciously and sub-consciously.  She has masterfully guided me to be the kind of submissive husband that truly doesn't dwell on my sexual pleasure.  As such, I am getting so much more genuine sexual pleasure in my life than I ever thought possible.  I am able to fully enjoy whatever amount of sexual pleasure Mistress allows me to have, whether it is walking and patting my bottom, or spending hours seeing to it that she is sexually pleasured in all ways, or even having me lay on top of her, look into her and eyes while inside and have a full orgasm. 

Just last night, after a busy day of running the kids around and being a mom and dad, she was in the closet and was changing from clothes of the day and into her jammies.  She heard me in the adjacent bedroom and even though the kids were in the house and not far away, she called me into the closet, ordered me to kneel before her and to worship her nearly naked body with kisses and hugs.  She placed her hand gently at the back of my head and gently but firmly held that way while I worshipped her.  I love that!!  It was less than a minute before she told me she was done with and continue to dress for the evening and eventually.  I stood, and left the closet.  It was so brief yet was something that I consider to be a significant sexual gift that Mistress allowed me to have.  Kneeling before was a very tender moment, and when she allows me to worship her that way, I have this incredible feeling of honor that she allows me to do it. 

Don't get me wrong, of course I still LOVE having an orgasm.  When Mistress instructs me to have a full orgasm, she knows that for me it is almost like a religious experience.  She will usually have me do it the most intimate, loving way, which for me is in the missionary position so I can look into her eyes while building up to and finally having my orgasm.  The tenderness of that moment and the moments that follows are just so ......... well, like I said, a religious experience for me.

I get more "sex" than I could ever hope for.  Thank you Mistress !

Back to the glory of real life

I everyone, I missed you all while I was gone.  I was able to go somewhere that I love and to do something that I love to do (fishing).  The place is so remote that viewing the blog was next to impossible, so please forgive me if I am a little out of sorts while I catch up.

I left on Thursday at around noon.  Thursday morning was intended to allow me enough time to prepare everything I needed for my trip and then a couple of buddies that were going with me would be dropped off, then we would go to our destination.  There was plenty of time for preparation and so when Mistress returned from taking the kids to school, I was prepared and waiting for her.  I was freshly showered, freshly shaved, naked and properly waiting for her to walk in the door.  Before she left to take the kids to school, she asked so she knew how much time there would be before I really needed to begin to prepare for my trip in earnest.  

She returned from school, walked over to me, hugged me, kissed , kissed my neck and cooed with me for a few minutes before going into the bathroom and starting a bath.  I always excited when Mistress starts a bath and we are a lone in the house.  It usually means happiness for each of us.  I know that when Mistress is freshly bathed, she loves to have her body worshipped and for me to place kisses all over her body.  She could lay there for hours while that was happening to her.  Frankly, I could do it for hours because it is an honor and a special treat to be allowed to worship her that.  It is not at all a chore.  In fact, I am erect right now just recalling it enough to type these words here.

AS Mistress always does, she became so aroused after quite some time with me worshipping her naked body and she felt it was time to get busy.  She ordered me over to the chair (the "throne") that she usually watches TV in, sits in when she spanks me, and sits in as I kneel before her to ritualistically pleasure her with my mouth.  It is decidedly her chair.  I was instructed to sit and she walked over in great haste, ordered me to close my legs while she straddled me as she impaled herself on the rock hard object of her affection.  Then, she abruptly climbed off of it and moved up my body to straddle my face, pulling me into her by my hair.  She alternated between my cock and my mouth many times before ordering me back to the bed.  Again, she alternated between using my tongue and my cock for her pleasure until she reached an amazing orgasm.  She took only a few seconds to "recover" she looked at me, pulled her legs apart and ordered me to enter here and make love to her.  She left nothing to the imagination when she ordered to me to fuck her hard and to not stop until after I had emptied my balls into her.  She made/allowed me to orgasm inside while fully thrusting and in way trying to diminish or ruin the pleasurable effects of my orgasm.  When I came, it was as loud as I have ever been when having an orgasm.  The unbelievable joy of being allowed, no being required to be between my Mistress' legs and being inside of her body and being allowed the pleasure of cumming inside her was ..... emotional.  Wonderfully emotional.  Being able to look deep into the eyes of the woman that I love the most while cumming like that, is just such a joyous thing.  I so very cherish the loving gift of an orgasm when Mistress allows me to experience one. 

This next comment is one that happens frequently on the rare occasions when Mistress allows me a full orgasm ......... "that was the best, most powerful, almost spiritual orgasms I have ever had".  I'm sure it (or something like it) will be an apt the next time I am allowed to fully orgasm, whenever that may be.

I love you so much Mistress K.  Thank you for owning me.

Objectification. It's the little things

I was in the shower this morning getting ready to go to work.  Mistress returned from taking the kids to school and stood in the entry to the shower to tell me a story she had just heard on the radio about a cat that was thought to be dead, was buried, then clawed it's way out of the grave and is alive.  It was an interesting story.

While I was washing myself and rinsing my hair under the warm water, she was looking at me in a way that made me feel she really enjoyed what she was seeing.  When we were through talking about the cat story, she reached for a small wash cloth and placed it on the floor of the shower.  She told me put some soap in my hand and then told me to kneel on the small cloth.  I was instructed to masturbate for her.  I was not erect when I was given these instructions but started to masturbate anyway.  She likes to have me masturbate for her, I think partly because she just likes to watch and partly because she likes to allow me to because I no longer am able to masturbate like i did before we entered this glorious life that we lead. 

She said "I don't want to watch you stroke a limp cock.  Get it hard for me."  Even though i was limp, I was at the edge of orgasm.  She didn't care, and repeated her instruction to get it hard.  It was very much like what is expected in a "Devotional Sex" relationship where the man (knight) is expected to reveal his penis and then become erect when the woman (Princess) utters the word "present".  My erection was on it's way, albeit slower than either of us wanted.  The moment she raised an eyebrow as if to project that failure to become erect immediately would result in disappointment, I became hard as a rock!  This pleased Mistress to no end and as such, she lifted the pajama top she was wearing to reveal her breasts and torso and moved toward where I was kneeling, and offered them to me to worship.  I so much love to worship Mistress' breasts and tummy, and especially that part between her belly button and her, um, promised land.  After only a few minutes, she told me to stop, finish my shower and then get ready for work.  She told me (for the 3rd day in a row) to just dress normal under my clothes today.  Since starting our FLM, there has never been a 3rd day in a row that Mistress has instructed me not to wear something.  It's rarely ever 2 days in a row for that matter. 

Did I feel objectified by Mistress during this impromptu little scene?  Yes I did.  Did I enjoy being objectified by Mistress?  YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID!  There is hardly anything I enjoy more than performing sexually for Mistress' viewing pleasure.  I just love it when she tells me to do it, whether it is masturbating while she watches or showing her how I fuck my self with the dildo she has for me.  When it is not something planned like this morning, it is especially rewarding.

Thank you Mistress!

It was an incredible 90 minutes

It was an incredible 90 minutes of worshipping and orgasms.  3 for Mistress, 1 (ruined) for me.  I'll just leave it at that. It was wonderful. 

One thing of note, after Mistress had her 3rd orgasm, she asked me, legitimately asked me if I wanted to have an orgasm.  She left it entirely up to me.  I was allowed the rare freedom to decide my immediate orgasm fate.  I was conflicted.  Of course I wanted a full orgasm ... who doesn't want a full orgasm. 

But wait, I so love it when Mistress denies me an orgasm, especially when I am so very horny, you know, like now.  But wait, that's not what is happening here is it?  No, Mistress is not denying me an orgasm, in fact, she's allowing one.  I'd be denying myself an orgasm.  Hmmm, not the same thing.

I was kneeling in between Mistress' legs when she told me I would be deciding my own orgasm fate. I had decided that a nice, ho-hum ruined orgasm was needed now as I was looking down at my cock resting on her tummy.  How lovely it seemed if a nice pool of ejaculate was deposited there, I thought.  I had just  pulled my cock from her altar (that's what we'll be calling her pussy from now on in real life, we'll have to see if it translates well here) having just staved off an ejaculation that would've unauthorized.  I asked Mistress if she would assist me in having a ruined orgasm and she said "of I would pet".  With that, she simply placed her warm, cupped hand under my tights balls and just held it there.  She asked me "can you cum like this?  With me just holding your balls like this?"  I was just so deep in lust at that moment that I didn't answer verbally, my body just started make it happen.  At the mere suggestion of her question, my body began produce all the feeling that precede a man's ability to ejaculate.  It was as if my cock was pumping furiously in and out of any one of her beautiful body opening.  The feeling was cumming fast and as it became apparent that I was indeed about to cum without any direct stimulation to my penis, Mistress started to root for it to happen and said "this is so impressive" as semen began to leave my body onto her gorgeous belly. 

I fancy myself as someone who is becoming more and more qualified to judge a good ruined orgasm when I see one ..... this was the best ruined orgasm I've ever had.  So intensely satisfying like a full orgasm, yet all of the benefits of continued sexual desire of a ruined one. 

Afterward, I laid there, on my back, watching the ceiling fan spin, the very first things that entered my mind was "is that going to be the last orgasm for me for the year?"  I never thought I'd be this guy but I'm pretty certain that during 2014, I've only had 4 full orgasms.  The rest (I'm going to guess 6 or 8) were ruined orgasms. 

Merry Christmas everyone!

Times like these

Lately, I have been a much more obedient pet and therefore able to deliver a more familiar level of service and pleasure to Mistress K.  I think she would agree.  I feel that way because this morning, while Mistress K. was taking the little ones to school, I was in the kitchen, naked, finishing the dishes and anything I needed to have done before going to get dressed for work.  Once I was done, I called her to tell her that I was ready to get dressed. I do this every morning of course as her preferred way of allowing Mistress K. to decide what I will on or in my body for that particular day.  She happened to be pulling into the driveway and simply said "I'll be inside in a minute.  Wait there". 

When she came in she put her purse down, grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bed in our bedroom.  I was certain Mistress has decided that it would be a good time for a spanking.  I was wrong.  She told me to get on the bed and lay on my back.  When I did, she all but jumped on top of me and started kissing my body all over in a very loving, compassionate almost worshipping kind of way.  Kind of like I do when she tells me to worship her.  She made her way down my tummy and took my cock into her mouth for a second then proceeded to kiss her way back up my tummy and chest to my mouth and kissed passionately.  Then she rolled me over onto my tummy and started kissing and giving me light bites on my bottom.  She would run her fingers and kiss me very lightly over my crack in the most delicious teasing fashion, then continued to caress with her hands and lips.

I wondered what I had done to be such a lucky recipient of such attention from the most beautiful woman that ever lived.  I was in obvious heaven.  While still on my tummy, she positioned her legs between my and very forcefully spread them as wide as they would go.  She then began to grind her pussy against my anus area in a way that mimicked her fucking me.  I was in a different, better heaven.  She whispered in my ear "you want me to do this to you, don't you pet?"  My god yes Mistress, was my reply.  She mimicked taking me that for a minute or so more then rolled me over and pulled her PJ top down to reveal her gorgeous breasts.  She allowed me to worship, suck and kiss them for a few minutes and then abruptly said .... "that's enough.  get dressed now".

On my way to the office, I was so overcome with appreciation that when I got to my office, I texted her this. 

Mistress, I want to tell you how incredibly grateful I am to have you in my life, as my beloved wife and as the one person I so proudly call my owner. I truly relish being your husband and being the one you chose to wear your collar. Thank you Mistress for the loving attention this morning. In times like those there is truly no other things that exist in my mind other than the honor I feel being the recipient of your attention. I want nothing more than to be kneeling while being "warm and naked by your side". 

Love, your devoted husband

 
I am such a lucky man.

Pictures of Mistress

One I've shared this particular one with you before .......... from this past summer:

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And this one, which was from the night we had our vows renewal and collaring ceremony.  In this picture, Mistress was giving me one of my gifts right before I was allowed the honor of worshipping her. 

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Isn't she gorgeous???

Perfect Morning

What with Mistress' friend just leaving town and a very busy weekend schedule wise, we are finally getting back to a normal schedule.  This morning Mistress suggested that I go in to the office late in order for us to spend some "quality time" together.  That always makes me smile.

Mistress took the kids to school and while she was gone, I showered and got a fresh shave (only my cock, balls and ass - I'm doing the No Shave November thing) and awaited her return.  She returned and immediately walked past me and into the bedroom as I was working (naked of course) on the computer, which is right next to the entrance.  She left the door opened and in a minute or so, I heard "we can start by cuddling.  Come here"  I smiled and immediately rose and dutifully walked into the bedroom to find her laying on the bed, under the covers, I pull the covers back to and climbed in behind her to spoon her.  She was wearing her t-shirt and light sweater still but i was thrilled to see that she was only wearing panties below the waist.  I climbed in and snuggled with her and we just laid there for several minutes.  Then she pushed the covers down and told me "you will rub my legs now.  They are sore".  For 20 minutes or so, i tenderly rubbed her sore legs while she moaned in delight.  I kept trying to remove her panties but she was having none of that!  Then she started to get a little horny so she pulled her shirt up and told me to start kissing her "favorite part" which I know to be her side from her breasts to her bottom.  It was heaven.  I was feeling that familiar urge to maybe even have a hands free orgasm by the sight of her while i worshipped her.  Then she abruptly removed her panties and ordered me to enter her.  It was all i could to keep from coming while she pulled me inside of her.  She sternly said "don't you dare even think of cumming". 

She had me rub on, bite on, kiss on her back and bottom for another 10 minutes when i made an error in judgment.  I slapped her ass.  Harder than I intended.  I will do that sometimes and she will love it.  This was not one of those times.  I must've just done it too hard and she immediately turned, ordered me across her lap and proceed to punish my left butt cheek solely with her hand.  It hurt and I was begging her to stop and telling that I was only trying to make her feel good.  She responded by saying "what, do you mean like this?" and proceeded to punish my ass some more. 

When she was done with the impromptu punishment, she then told me to get the vibrator and return to her in the very same position I was in then, which was me laying on my side, perpendicular to her with my cock buried inside her.  We looked like a large X from above I am sure.  She was particularly happy with position because she could pull me into rather easily while she was working herself to orgasm (rather quickly I might add).  i loved the position because i could view her building toward her orgasm from the side, an angle I don't get very often.  It was magic.  It is always magic to be allowed inside of Mistress to begin with but to be allowed to stay inside of her while she is having an orgasm is almost to much to bear without cumming myself.  Just beautiful.  I was starry eyed in love at that moment.

When she was done, she told me to get out of bed, put in my butt plug and get dressed to go to work.  Mistress will usually ask me what I have in store that day and if it includes meeting or gatherings that include several women, she like to know that I there with a plug in my ass.  So glass butt plug it is.

In closing, Mistress was telling me last night that she and her friend had some pretty intimate conversations about our lifestyle, and her friend's lifestyle changes that she is hoping to incorporate into her own marriage.  The weren't many details of their conversation revealed to me but suffice it to say, I can't wait to hear more.

The Day I was Collared - final

After our officiant left, Mistress K. and I were alone for the first after the collaring.  I have never been more in love and more in awe of my beautiful wife than I was at that very moment.  She was the epitome of beauty and strength.  She stood there in her incredibly perfect outfit.  Her hair and makeup was impeccable and her scent filled the room.  I was standing, staring at this Goddess, reveling in th eknowledge that she had just, officially accepted ownership me as hers.  For me it was a very beautiful, emotional moment to be in that moment with the knowledge of what had just taken place.  I was owned.  I was a slave to the one person I loved the most in this.  To the one person whose pleaure and happiness was what I lived for ... and there she was, standing before me with the obvious intention of using me for sex.  Mmmmmmmm

She was standing in the doorway of the bedroom in our suite.  Again she was the vision of female perfection.  The vision opf lust, strength, power, vulnerability, beauty, grace and love.  She called me over to her.  I walked to her, bare footed wearing my cock cage, the pretty black lace panties that Mistress insisted i wear for the ceremony and the black silk boxers that covered it all.  Also, of course i was wearing the very symbol of my submission and devotion to this Goddess .... my collar.  When i arrived at the doorway, she moved toward me to accept me into her arms.  She could I was wallowing in the joy of the moment and held my head against her breast and hel me tight for a few moments.  It was beautiful.  She was wearing these incredibly sexy, incredibly tall balck heels that made her taller than I was in my bare feet.  She broke our embrace, held my face while looking down on me and whispered instruction in my ear to remove my clothes.  I did and was standing there, looking up to her eyes, wearing only the symbols of my ownership.  My cock cage and my collar.  I moved toward her and she pushed me to my knees and I knelt before her.  She put her hand on the back of my hand and led my face to the parts of her body that she wanted me to tenderly worship with the gentle kisses that she loves so much.  The depth of devotion and love for this Goddess was undescribable.  I get goose bumps right now even just recalling that moment.  It was the afterglow of the ceremony that I had waited so long to have. 

There was so much tender love making that followed that if i were to describe it all here, it could very well be the longest post in the history of posts.  There were of course some moments that I will vividly remember for the rest of my life.  While kneeling before her, she had me remove her garter that held her stockings while I was worshipping her legs and ass with my kisses.  She told me to remove the incredibly sexy and beautiful panties that she was wearing.  After having ceremoniously and slowly lowered them to the ground and as I was gazing at the alter of joy (her beautiful pussy), she pulled me to my feet by my collar and led me to the bed had me stand there while she entered our marital bed.  She subtley indicate that she wanted me to join her on the bed and when i did she grabbed me by the collar and forced my head between her legs.  I had often told Mistress K. that i thought she would enjoy reciving cunnilingus by sitting on my face.  I was never her favortie position in the past, but we had done it a few times recently and she enjoyed it very much.  On this particular night, she was going to enjoy it a whole lot more!!!  It has become one of my favorite things to give her.

After several orgasms Mistress was wanting a small rest so she laid back on the pillows of our incredibly luxurious resort bed and just rested.  She was looking at me with those beautiful eyes and I could tell she was conjuring up something.  Exactly what, i didnt know.  I was returning from the bathroom with a glass of water for her and I and she pulled a pillow into the middle of the bed and motioned me to join her on the bed with the "come here" motion of her finger.  At that moment I was certain that Mistress was going to give me what I had hoped i would receive the most on this most special night.  I was certain that the pillow she had placed in the middle of the bed was for me to on in order to put me in the perfect postion for her to consummate our marriage by penetrating me ass.  My cock grew to rock hard status as best it could being confined in its caged.  I was telling myself that this night couldn't get any better.  My beautiful Mistress was about to symbolically claimed what was hers.  My ass.

It wasn't to be.  Mistress, at that moment had felt that a sound spanking was in order.  I'm guessing that a nice red, sore, stinging bottom would be the third leg of the submissive stool (to go along with the collar and cage I was wearing).  Perhaps Mistress just felt that she wanted to created a certain visual memory in her mind that she could recall upon in the future.  Whatever the reason, it of course did not matter.  I did not display a single ounce of disappointment when I realized it was going to be an ass whipping I was about to receive, and not the tender ass fucking I was hoping for.  It's my place to question her motives.  Especially on this night.  Mistress proceeded to give me a very, very sound spanking.  Probably the stingiest spanking I had had in weeks, and she was enjoying every minute of it.  She seemed to relish in pushing the her own limits when it came to putting the ting in my ass.  It hurt!  When she was done spanking me, she had me walk around the room show she could take in the visual of my red bottom, my cage, and my beautiful new collar.

We made beautiful, tender love for another 45 minutes or so, wherein Mistress had a few more orgasms, mostly while I fucked her with the nice, big dildo she enjoys so much.  When she was spent, she then said to me, get up, get out of the bed and remove your cage. I eagerly got up, went into the bathroom and while was watching, I ceremoniously snipped the numbered plastic locking tab on the cage and slowly removed the tube from my rapidly growing cock.  It was at that moment that I began to wonder what was going to be my fate that night.  Would I be dompletely denied?  Would I be teased unmerciful and then be denied.  Would I be allowed a ruined orgasm.  OMG, shit .... was I about to be required to have a full on orgasm?  That was it.  That's what she wanted from.  I began to panic a little, because full on orgasms are such a rare thing for me, that i frankly much prefer a ruined orgasms if I am lucky enough to be allowed to ejaculate for Mistress.  On this night, Mistress wanted me to come to her in her marital bed, on the night of ceremony, with my new collar on and my freshly reddened ass, make love to her as her husband.  She wanted me to penetrate her and lower mysef onto her and to fuck slowly at first then faster, all the while keeping my eyes on hers.  She knows that doing this is my absolute favorite thing to do.  I love looking directly ito her eyes while I am penetrating her.  She was tender, she was beautiful, she was almost submissive in the way that she commanded me to fuck her until I orgasmed.  I begged her to deny me a full orgasm and if she was going to require an orgasm from, could it be a ruined orgasm?  She just did the shooosh motion with her mouth and reiterated what she wanted from me.  I could feel the pending explosion and at that point, I asked Mistress K. for permission to orgasms, even though she had just told me to.  She smiled with what seemed like pride at my asking for permission when she said "yes you may my pet".  I had never had a longer, better, more intense orgasm in my life than the one I had at that moment.  It was glorious, spiritual even. 

It as every bit of the glorious evening i could've hoped for.  I was emotional for the ceremony because I was so happy and pridefule to be there, in that position, with this glorious woman who was willing to accept ownership of me.  Frankly, I wish all of you could've been there to witness it.  I will be honest, there were a few things that i was hoping would take place that night that didn't.  I had hoped Mistress would've required I wear my but plug during the ceremony.  Actually, I had even hoped that Mistress K. would insert (or require me to insert) my plug during the ceremony as a submissive gesture.  I had hoped that Mistress K. would've required that I be naked during the ceremony, wearing only my cage.  I think she was considerig that, but as I have said before, Mistress K. is very much about keeping our most intimate moments discrete.  Lastly, I was really hoping that Mistress K. would've donned her strap on and then penetrated my ass in what is a very tender, loving and obviously symbolic fashion.  Don't get me wrong, I mention these things only because they were things I had previously hoped for in MY mind.  As we all know though, it is not at all about me, but it is ALL about Mistress K.   That being said, there is not a single thing about that night I would change.  It was among the single most proud and loving moments of my life.  I am married to the woman I love and I am her proud submissive husband in a beautiful, loving marriage.  Life couln't be any better.

The day I was Collared - part 2

..........  Once we arrived back at our beautiful suite, all three of us could feel the excitement building.  I might even be able to call it nervousness.  I know I was getting a bit nervous, but not at all in a bad way.  I had been looking forward to this day ever since we decided we were going to do it 9 months ago.  Our officiant seemed a little nervous as well.  Although she was fully aware of the nature of our ceremony and what it all meant, and although she had been very excited in anticipation as well, this was going to be the first time she had ever presided over a vows renewal ceremony that was meant to memorialize the official union of a Dominant and a submissive. 

We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar.  She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony.  Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony.  She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private.  At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing.  Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers.  Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock.  I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free.  I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony.  In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me.  A boy can dream right?  Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress.  That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that  -  private. 

I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather".  I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do.  Hence the conversation about the "weather".  About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened.  I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement.  She was stunning.

She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps.  She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles.  She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy.  She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly.   Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most.  Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant.  Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment. 

She came to and we began the ceremony.  The officiant read from her script, which beautifully written and very apropos to our devotion and our lifestyle.  It was beautiful.  The we came to the part where we exchanged our own vows and revealed them to each other for the first time.  A beautiful thing the officiant did in her script was to ask Mistress two questions before i would give her my vows.  First, did she want to allow me, as a submissive, to participate in a ceremony that would culminate in the ownership of me by her.  She said yes.  Then she asked Mistress K. if she would be willing to listen to and consideration vows and declaration of my love and devotion to her, before I was allowed to begin. 

 

Sidebar .... when it came time for Mistress to give me her vows, no such consideration of my acceptance was considered.  I loved that.

 

Once Mistress had agreed to allow me to make my vows, I kneeled before her and handed her one white rose.  Mistress K. had previously requested that I do that because she had read somewhere that it was a universal symbol of the act of giving one's submission.  On my knees and looking up at the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, I proceeded to her my vows of devotion, love, servitude and ownership.  Tears of joy were welling in Mistress' eyes as i spoke my words, which in turned caused me to choke up a little.  I stayed strong and finished my vows without any emotional interruption.  Then Mistress K. gave me her vows and it was a similarly emotional moment for each of us.  (as I've mentioned before, Mistress K. is a very private person and as such, I will not reveal the words that we exchanged in our most intimate time.  I'm sure you can imagine though).

 

When we were finished with our vows, and the officiant was finished with her Benediction, she said "I now re-declare you as Wife and husband and declare you as Mistress and submissive.   Amen"

 

With that, Mistress K. walk over to me as I knelt before her, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her abdomen, which is the symbolic position that we have for punishment aftercare.  We held together for about 60 seconds and as she began to release, I couldn't help but plant soft kisses on her belly between her navel and the top of her low cut panties.  It is my most favorite part of a woman's body, in particular Mistress's body.

 

With that we called for a car to come pick up our dear sweet officiant and while we waited, we all hugged and told each other how beautiful everything was.  our officiant thank Mistress K. profusely for allowing her to preside over our ceremony.  (She knows who's boss, right?)

 

To be continued ....................

Perfect Morning

I am the one that gets up early.  I just do.  I can't sleep past say 6am hardly anymore and this morning was no exception.  I made the coffee and sat down to be get caught up on the news of the world, see what my favorite blogger friends were up to, you know, generally getting caught up!

I heard Mistress' alarm go off and I instinctively got up from the computer and went make her coffee.  I walked into the bedroom and there she was, laying in bed, awake and waiting for her husband to serve her coffee.  She pushed the covers down to allow me to see her body.  She was wearing nothing but a pink lace thong.  She was laying on her back and kind of on her side and it was one of those moments where I truly gasped, she was that beautiful to me.

Without asking, I removed my clothes and immediately got in to bed with her.  She rolled on her side so that I could spoon her.  With my rapidly hardening cock nestled up against her beautiful naked ass, I began to worship her body with those light kisses she loves so much.  I did that for 10 minutes.  It was heaven.  I so love worshipping her.  It was one of those time I was certain that I could've had an orgasm by just being allowed to put my lips on her body. 

I was especially pleased that she allowed me today.  This week we will be having our vows renewal ceremony.  Mistress said something yesterday about how there will be no sex for me until our "wedding night".  She even made mention that she might not even allow me to see her naked until then too.  Well, already that turned out not to be true (whew!).  I don't know exactly what "no sex" means.  I pleaded with not to just ignore me until our wedding vows. 

I can't wait for our ceremony.  The idea of pledging myself to her openly in this way, with demonstrations of our roles in each others lives, and the anticipated emotional experience of the act that will consummate our "marriage", whatever that may be, has me thinking of nothing else.

Our Ceremony is in one week

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Hello friends ........... I'm going to be asking for your help today if you don't mind.  Mistress K. and I will be renewing our original wedding vows and we will be doing so in distinct fashion by incorporating and therefore memorializing our FLM. 

What i would like to ask from you for you to let us know of your opinions/suggestion for things that might be used for all things surrounding the ceremony.  We will have a private ceremony and we will be accompanied only by an officiant that has become fully aware of our lifestyle and knows what the ceremony will include.  She is pretty awesome, is not judgemental and is looking forward to helping us consummate our "marriage" by officiating over the proceedings.  She will NOT be involved in any intimate activities whatsoever.  That was never the desire or intention.

We'd like your opinions/suggestions for things like:

• What should Mistress wear during the ceremony?
• What should subhub wear, if anything during the ceremony
• Should subhub be allowed to accompany Mistress K. by being allowed to stand during the ceremony
• What types of symbolic gestures should be included in order to properly demonstrate each others intentions and commitments towards each other.
• Once the ceremony is complete, what ways should we consummate our revised union?
• Are there any other suggestions that might be considered that we have considered.

Each of you has been wonderfully supportive of this blog and i try my best not to expect any of our reader to feel like they have homework to do, but if it occurs to you, perhaps you'd be interested in throwing out some suggestions or opinions.

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