Chastity - Caged or uncaged, it's a powerful force

In my last blog entry I spoke about a blog that I came across that I really enjoy.  The basics theme of the blog has to do with the real benefits that a couple gets when they live a life wherein the woman is the dominant and the man is submissive, and when the man gives control over his penis, sexual activity and orgasms to the woman in his life.  The benefits for real, long lasting and allow for the man and woman to life a deeply loving and long existence together.

In the beginning of our relationship, Mistress K. had me wear a chastity cage whereas now, I am in complete chastity without the use of a cage.  I'm on the honor system and so far (knock on wood) it has worked.  My ability to refrain from engaging in any unauthorized sexual activity without the use of a cage is something I am very proud of, and something that Mistress K. very proud of me.  We still have the cage, but now Mistress K. will only make me wear as punishment if she is especially disappointed in my behavior.  

Mistress K. and I believe in it so much that we used it as the basis for subtle decorating ideas in our bedroom.  This is a picture of what it looks like directly above the headboard of our bed.  

Clearly the one on the far left need to be straightened.  I'll get right on that.  Every night when I go to bed, I find myself taking a glance at these lock and keys knowing what they represent in my marriage.  I guess its a more subtle way of having the tradition that Notre Dame Football players have when they leave the locker for the field of play.

Maybe it's time to be less subtle and start tapping the pictures before I go sleep every night. 

Nonetheless, enforced chastity of the husband, in whatever form works for you, is an amazing thing.  Something which those that aren't familiar have a hard time understanding why ... until they have the opportunity to either learn more about how it works and why, experience it first, or both. I encourage every man and woman to consider it and to arm yourself with thoughtful, meaningful information about it.  Such as in this blog   https://evolvingyourman.com/

Early Christmas Present

I did some Christmas shopping yesterday.  While I was out I came across this .....

It was in a store that had upscale kitchen items and was in among many other wood utensils.  I bought it for Mistress, and not because she has a shortage of wooden utensils in the kitchen.  It was if it jumped out at me and said "hey buddy, you and I are going to get to know each other very well."  When I went to the counter to pay for it, the middle aged sales lady suggested that I buy the wood oil that is used to preserve it.  She said that after a lot of use in the kitchen, the wood can dry and crack from being used for cooking and washed so often.  I said  "no thanks ... it wasn't going to be used for cooking."  There was obvious innuendo (at least to me) and she smiled just a bit, looked at me for a second, smiled again and continued to ring up my purchase.  I think she had an idea but was simply too gracious to imply anything to a complete stranger.  I thought about telling her what it was going to be used for, but I too am gracious and wouldn't dream of imposing such information on an unsuspecting person.

I gave it Mistress K. immediately upon returning home.  It was a Christmas gift but I didn't want to have to explain to the kids why dad made such a big deal about giving mom a wooden spoon on Christmas morning.

Here is another view:

You'll notice it's curved.  Mistress gave it a "tender, light test run this morning" and was thrilled to discover that the curve of the spoon matched the curve of my behind nicely.  As such, this little gift of love that I gave to my Mistress can deliver two very distinct and different types of ouchy!  I already know from a different wooden spoon that we have that the back side of the curved delivers a concentrate amount of stingy ouchy at the point of impact. 

With the business of the season and other vanilla things taking so much of our waking hours recently, Mistress K. and I have had little time to be together in our natural state.  We both expressed how much we "missed each other" lately and can't wait for the hustle of the season to be over.

Merry Christmas and Happiest of Holidays to all of my dear friends I have made over the past few years.  I can't even begin to tell you how important each one of you is to me, even though we have never met. 

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.

Looking Back so I can look forward

Occasionally it's fun and exciting to go back over some of the material that I waded through in the beginning during my "research" in the beginning.  Re-reading some of the things that helped Mistress K. and I. get to where we are.  Deeper in love than either of us thought possible.

Below is a link for one such site.  It's called "Caring Domination" and for me, it was a instrumental to my decision to ask Mistress K. to accept my submission. 

http://cair4.com/

There's a quick tour as well, which I also remember being helpful:

http://cair4.com/toursub1.htm

But, it was the following words that spoke to me in the most meaningful way and was the basis for which I asked my wife to accept my submission and her role and the dominant in our life together.

"The ultimate control over a man is not hypnosis, blackmail, tying him up, or any of the male submissive fantasies. The ultimate control is love."

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!

Milking Day

Hi everyone ... I hope you are all having a great week so far.  It's Wednesday morning and I have just come from the bathroom where Mistress was getting ready to go to work.  She was fully dressed and applying the finishing touches of make-up to those gorgeous eyes of hers. 

I was summoned into the bathroom with her.  "Masturbate for me", were the words that fell from her lips.  There she was, beautiful, dressed and ready to leave the house and rule the day.  I removed my shorts and started to masturbate behind her and off of her right shoulder.  She kept me masturbating for longer than normal.  When she could hear from my moans that I was getting close, she said "beg me not to let you cum".  I proceed to beg her because I was really close, but it wasn't convincing enough for her.  "Beg me like you mean it", she said, making me wonder if she was gong make me cum.  Then she told me to stop.  Standing, rock hard, my cock glistening from the lube, I waited motionless while she continued to apply her make-up.  "Continue", she said and continue I did.  I was held at the torturous edge of orgasm on at least 10 different occasions until she finally said "you are done.  Go wash up".  I was summarily dismissed.

All that on the heels of an exciting milking day Monday evening.  For those of you that don't know, Mistress has installed a ritual in our life that calls for me to milked on the second Monday of every month.  This past Monday was the second Monday of July.  The ritual requires that I remind her of my pending milking the day prior and the morning the milking.  Failure to remind her results in a sever punishment spanking.  Calendar management is very important here.  *smile

I reminded her Sunday and then again Monday morning.  She was pleased that I did as I was instructed.  On Monday evening, after putting me to work on several items around the house, Mistress told me to remove the glass butt plug that she had me insert hours earlier, and for me to get in the shower.  I was instructed to let her know when I was done preparing myself.  After my shower, I combed my hair, brushed my teeth and put a dab of her favorite cologne just below my belly button. 

I came out to the family room to report I was prepared.  She accompanied to our bedroom and told me to strip and to wait in her Queen chair, then disappeared into the bathroom.  She emerged wearing nothing and walks right past me and into our closet.  The vision of her naked body at that moment was almost too much to bear.  She emerged from the closet with the strap on harness that goes on her thigh and ordered me out of her chair.  She took a seat and unceremoniously put the condom covered dildo into the harness and secured it on her thigh.  I was instructed to go lube myself and retrieve her wand vibrator.  When I returned I was treated to one of them most beautiful, sexy vision I have ever seen.  She was naked, harness installed on her thigh and she had slid to past the edge of the seat in order to allow me to straddle her cock covered leg.  I handed her the vibrator.  Before turning it on she said "put yourself on my cock".  Facing her and with her looking into my eyes, I lowered myself onto her cock to the soft humming of the vibrator against her beautiful, smoothly shaved pussy.  It slipped right in without any hesitation or discomfort.  Like it belonged there. 

It was heaven.  Riding her cock while being able to watch her give herself an orgasm.  She was encouraging me by saying "come on babe, let's get you drained".  A few minutes later, while she was on her 3rd (?) orgasm and I was methodically riding up and down on her rubber cock,

she grabbed my cock, pumped it twice and expertly knew that my cum was about to cum out.  Slowly, it began to ooze from my cock and onto her leg and belly.  She used that energy to have yet another orgasm.  Then she asked ... " are you empty".  I said, "I don't know for sure bet I believe there is more in there".  I reached behind, held my own ass as I resumed riding up and down on her thigh.  I was soaking it all in.  It was just so awesome to be before, fucking her strap on like a slut while she eagerly awaited another round of cum from my desperate cock.  A short time later, more came out and covered her thigh and belly. 

It was kind of like a ruined orgasm but not really.  There was pleasure for sure, but it was non-orgasmic pleasure.  It was more of the kind of pleasure that naturally comes for me by presenting myself to Mistress, and in this case performing for her by riding her cock like the ass whore I want to be for her.  She was magnificent in her dominant demeanor.  She was tender and loving but at the same time, very business like.  After all, we weren't there for tender love making.  We were there to drain the semen from my body.  That being said ........ OMG, it was wonderful.  The best part?  Being able to watch Mistress bring herself to several orgasms.  Oh yeah, the being fucked by her cock-wearing leg was nice too.  *smile

What did you wear?

Sitting at the computer this morning, reading the news, answering some email, Mistress walks over and leans into my ear and asks "what did you wear yesterday?"  I replied "nothing Mistress because you didn't tell me to wear anything".  "48 hours"!  She went to say "that's not how it works my love.  You are required to inform me each day that you are about to get dressed so that I can decide what you will wear.  Remember?"  Yes Mistress, I replied.

On this day, I am wearing panties and the glass butt plug that I wear every Tuesday.  I just Mistress a text that said the following:

"I apologize for not letting you know that I was about to get dressed yesterday. Even though I am not looking forward to the ramifications of that, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you hold me to my responsibility. Thank you for that."

It's these small moments of appreciation for all the hard work that Mistress is willing to do to keep our rituals and lifestyle relevant.  Without moments like these, the basic responsibilities can become taken for granted.  Thank you Mistress for preventing that from happening.

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It's time to be spanked again

I was out of town on a business trip last week for 3 days.  Unlike earlier in our marriage, being apart from Mistress K. is a rare appearance these days.  I just don't travel for business much anymore, which is a good thing.

I was in Miami and one day I went deep sea fishing.  On this particular day things were hectic and I just simply failed to communicate with Mistress K.    I texted her in the morning and let her know that I was about to go fishing and she responded by telling me that she thought it was awesome that I had a chance to go.  Long story short, several hours later she received a picture of fishing activities and then for the next 6 hours, she received nothing.  We had a banquet to attend at the conference I was at and on the way back to the hotel, traffic and other issues caused for us to return late.  I had to rush to shower, shave and put my suit and then hurry down to the banquet and schmooze with the other attendees.  Standing in the shower, I was thinking to myself .... I am beat and wish I didn't have to go to this dinner.  My phone battery was dead, so I left it on the charger and heading down to the ballroom.  Knowing I didn't go to Miami to sleep, I "pressed flesh and kiss babies" like I was running for Mayor or something.  When it was over (I actually left earlier than most and avoided the inevitable "let's go to the bar and get hammered" group that was forming.  I got back to my room, flopped onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes.  I was beat!

I was awakened by the beeping of the phone which turn out to be a number of texts from Mistress K.  At this point she was not happy that I had not checked in to tell her that I hadn't fallen into the ocean or some other miserable fate.  Shortly after I woke, the phone rang and Mistress K. read me the riot act for allowing her to worry like that.  She said that my not checking in with her after my return to the shore, and before going to the banquet was not acceptable, that she was not happy and in the stupor of deep slumber I heard her say emphatically .....  "48 hours from the moment you get home". Then she hung up the phone after telling me that she was glad I wasn't dead.  Of course that means that I am to receive a punishment spanking within those 48 hours and that it is my responsibility to allow time and a space for that to happen within those 48 hours no matter what!  Failure to do so will elevate the punishment to whole different level .... the kind of level that neither of us wants to have happen!  This 48 hour period expires tonight (Sunday night) at 11pm, so I am certain that I will be sent to bed with a sore and red bottom.

That's not all.  The day after I returned from my trip, I asked Mistress a question about her job that was snarky and wise-assey.  Immediately before leaving for my trip, Mistress had scolded me about my being snarky sometimes when I communicate with her, or in the way I ask her questions.  "Another 48 hours" was her reply to my snarky question.  That 48 hour period expires at 10pm on Monday evening.  It looks like Monday evening will be busy because recently Mistress introduced a new ritual that will be a part of our life into the future, until future notice.  From now on, the second Monday of every month will be "milking day".  On milking day, I am required to remind Mistress on that morning that it is milking day.  I am to remind her again in the afternoon and that I am to see to it that it happens on that, which means clearing any obstacles (family or otherwise) that may conflict with our new ritual.  It's going to be a busy Monday for sure.

Forgive me for being "off the grid" the past several days.  I have so much reading and catching up to with all my blogging friends and others.  It's good to be home!

Masturbate for me!

This morning I was working away on the computer.  It was early and only Mistress and I were awake in the house, and she was in the shower.  I heard the shower turn and just then I was summoned.  "Lover ... ? come here please!"  I marched into the bathroom and she was just emerging from the shower.  She was naked (yay) and wet and while she was beginning to dry herself, she said "take off your pants and masturbate for me".  I removed my shorts, reached for the bottle of lube and started to walk toward her. 

She pointed to the big Jacuzzi tub we have and said "there.  Sit there on the edge of the tub and masturbate for me while I dry myself.  I want to watch you".  I began my task but since I was only 20 seconds or so into it, my cock was getting hard, but wasn't fully hard.  She said "I want to see it hard!"  "Yes Mistress".  Those words were all it took and I was hard as a diamond in another 15 seconds.  It didn't take long for me to arrive at the edge, and it coincided with her finishing drying her hair.  She merely said .... "you may go now" and pointed to the bathroom door.  It's the little things!

It's the little things.  Last evening I was standing at my sink in my bathroom after just changing out of my fancy work clothes'.  I was wearing loose shorts and a t shirt when she walked up behind me, and while pointing at the counter in from of me, said "hands".  She pulled my shorts down just past my ass and began spanking me with her hand.  There were no words and although this wasn't a punishment spanking, it was still firmer than before Mistress decided to amp up the paddling.  She spanked my bare bottom with her hand about 12-13 times and promptly pulled my shorts back up and walked over to her sink on her side of the bathroom, which is about 20 feet away.  On my way out of the bathroom, I walked over to her and stood for a second while she exposed her neck, indicating that is where i should kiss her.  I did just that and then said "Thank you for my spanking Mistress", then left the room.

It's the little things.

Milked .......

It was Monday, just like Mistress said it would be.  As I said in my previous post, I had no idea of anything other than Mistress intended to drain me of my semen.  The 9pm hour was approaching and the kids were finally in bed.  Mistress had mentioned earlier in the week that she wanted to trim my body hair.  She sent me to the bathroom and told me to prepare the clippers and myself for some grooming.  Standing naked in the shower, Mistress arrived and began the chore of grooming me.  She trimmed my body hair very, very close ... like using electric clippers without any guard close.  Afterward, I looked at myself I the mirror and I have to admit, I like what I saw.  I've never been one to want to be feminized but with that being said, it did make me feel a bit like a slut, which you may already know, I do enjoy.  Especially now ... on the cusp of being milked by my Mistress ....

(side bar  -  In the middle of writing this post, I received a call from Mistress with instructions to go to her throne in our bedroom, sit there, masturbate for one minute (and DO NOT COME of course), video it and send it to her.   Mission accomplished.

Back tour story.  Mistress instructed me to shower to remove any loose hair.  In the shower I put a fresh shave on the area of my body that is owned by her.  I mean after all, if she was going to be paying close attention to that part of my body, it should at least e freshly groomed as well. When I emerged from the bathroom, Mistress instructed me to get a towel.  She laid it our on the floor at the foot of our bed, then disappeared into our closet telling me lie face up on the towel.  The Aneros milking tool was lying nearby. 

When she returned, she placed a blindfold on me and thus began the process of my milking.

It became clear early on that Mistress intended for this to be a romantic event and proceeded to subject my naked body to all sorts of sensation.  There was tickling, biting, scratching, tender kisses, soft tongue gentle hands and over my body.  Mistress even honored me by taking my cock into her Goddess mouth and pleasure me for several minutes that way.  I always consider it an incredible honor when Mistress will place her mouth anywhere on my body, and especially so when she takes my cock in her mouth.  Yummy. 

Mistress then straightened my left leg fully and secured my left ankle to the bed.  Then, she bound my wrists together and stretched them fully and secured them as well, leaving me fully stretched.  My right leg was left unsecured.  I was to discover shortly that she left it unsecured on purpose in order to be able to raise that leg and paddle my bottom from time to time, which she did several times.  On one occasion, she raised my leg and was paddling me and struck my balls.  It hurt!  She didn't seem to mind and continued with her procedure.  She also produced our flogger and proceeded to flog my exposed, vulnerable body all over, included my now aching balls.  Mistress hadn't shown much interest in the past for CBT but on this occasion seemed to enjoy the moans of pain that were coming from my mouth (which was gagged by this time with out ball gag).  After 30 minutes or so of delicious torture over my body, Mistress liberally applied lube to my ass and gently slide a finger inside.  It was time to get to the task at hand ... the draining of my balls of it's contents.

After a minute or so of her finger, I could feel the hardness of the Aneros at my rear hole.  Mistress slide it quickly but gently and soon my prostate was feeling the full effect of the intruder.  Mistress "primed the pump" by stroking my cock and in no time I was so very close to the edge I felt certain I wasn't going to be able to prevent an ejaculation.  I knew that if I had ejaculated now, without her permission to do so, I'd be subject to a very harsh spanking punishment like the one I received a week or so ago for the very same offense.  It took every ounce of strength I had to prevent an ejaculation.  There was an emission but it only precum.  I was so deep in subspace and lost in the sensations that were happening to me.  Mistress was working the Aneros on my prostate and in no time, the semen just ran from body and was pooling all over my tummy.  There was no controlling it.  It was a completely involuntary expulsion of semen, and there was a ton of it.  There was no orgasm.  None. There wasn't even the kind of slight pleasure that comes from a ruined orgasm.  it was merely the sensation of the fluid leaving my body.  Mistress removed the device from my wanton ass leaving me wanting more.  I just laid there, covered in my own cum while Mistress removed the restraints.  When my limbs were free, Mistress laid with not saying a word.  We just laid there holding each other.  A few minutes later, Mistress instructed me to clean everything up so we could go to bed.

Isn't she the greatest Mistress ever?  Mission accomplished!

The following morning, I was instructed to wear my glass again that day.  I felt the soreness inside my hole all day but it was the kind of soreness that felt wonderful. 

On this morning I asked Mistress permission to ask her to consider something (that's a new rule for us).  She said yes, so I asked her that since she was on her monthly visitor, and since it was the only time of the month that she even consider using her strapon on me, I asked her if she would consider donning her thigh harness that holds her rubber cock, and allow me to ride it while she sat in her throne.

She said she would consider it.  I'm so excite that she is considering it.  I love performing for her this way ..... I hope she says yes!

I'll ask again, isn't she the greatest Mistress Wife ever?

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.

Sunday, yummy Sunday (continued)

I mentioned in my previous about other yummy things that happened last Sunday, so here goes:

After receiving the surprisingly hard spanking earlier in the day, and the beautiful aftercare that followed, I found myself with a kind of "walking on air" feeling for the rest of the day.  It was getting close to bedtime.  We had finished a lovely dinner as a family and Mistress was putting the kids to bed.  She had informed me that we were going to sit outside and enjoy the beautiful Arizona evening before we went to bed.  You know, we time.  There were no sexual overtones.  It was just supposed to be the two of us sitting outside, enjoying quiet paradise.  It's something we do from time to time and is very relaxing.   I was still grimy from the activities of the day (working on the car and around the yard) so I went to take a shower so I could be clean, smelling good and better to cuddle with when were went outside.  

In the shower I put a fresh shave on my down-there regions because Mistress had recently told me that there were be more frequent inspections of that area in order to confirm compliance of the rule that I always be freshly shaved around my cock, balls and ass.  Spanking punishment would be the result of non-compliance and with Mistress' recent, renewed enthusiasm for harshly punishing me, and mostly because I don't want to disappoint Mistress, I have started to shave there every other day, sometimes on consecutive days.  For those of us that shave down there, you probably know that sometimes you just can't seem to get s nice, close shave, and other times you can get a beautiful smooth-all-over shave.  When that happens, at least for me, it makes me feel especially sexy.  This night was one of those awesome shaving experiences and I was as smooth and buttery I can ever remember.  Getting out of the shower and applying the Tend Skin, I was feeling especially proud and decided that I would accompany Mistress outside wearing only a t-shirt.  The one I wore went down about an inch or so past my but and in that moment, it felt like I was a naked girl, wearing no panties under a short dress.  It was hot.

I went outside dressed like, expecting to see Mistress but she was still putting the kids to bed.  After about 10 minutes, she emerged and came to join me on the outside bench couch to enjoy the quiet of the night.  Since it was dark, she didn't know that I was naked under my short "dress".  After a few minutes, we were cuddling and she went to put her hand on my cock and was surprised to find me naked down there.  She very much approved and began to inspect my down-there region of signs of hair.  She was very pleased with me that I was buttery smooth.  As she does often, she purposely avoids direct contact with my penis during inspection, as a way to tease me and to keep the act of inspection all business.  Jokingly, I mentioned that she didn't need to ignore my shaft during her inspection because there are the occasional hairs that grow there that she should be certain were removed.  She giggled and said no and removed her hand and we resumed our cuddling.  I was left with a growing cock and no expectation of anything further. 

She pulled away from me slightly, sat up and lifting my little shirt that was barely covering my parts and without warning, leaned down and took me into her mouth and starting to give me a beautiful, tender, lovingly sincere blow job.  I was in heaven.  I won't go on to explain the obvious joy of receiving a blowjob but I will tell you that for me, I consider it such an incredible honor anytime Mistress allows my penis to enter any part of her body.  Her body is my temple and to look down and see my beautiful queen making love to my cock with her mouth is almost an indescribable joy.  I immediately feel like I am the luckiest man in the world.  It's hard to explain, but it's more of an emotional euphoria than physical.  On this beautiful night, in this beautiful setting, my Queen, my Mistress was pleasuring my cock with her mouth.  It was absolute heaven. 

Event though I hadn't cum in forever, I was surprised at how long I could go without informing Mistress that I was near orgasm.  It was like 10 minutes of pure bliss.  When I was approaching orgasm, Mistress would stop for a moment and lay her head on my chest leaving my rock hard cock bobbing and wanting more attention.  About 2 minutes later, without saying a word, Mistress resumed her oral gift and it went on for another 7-8- minutes before she stopped to prevent me from cumming.  She then decided it was time for us to go to bed and ordered me to my feet.  She stood in front and pulled up my shirt as if her little slut was standing there, naked under her dress, waiting to be revealed.  That feeling of objectification that moment was magical.  "let's go to bed" she said and turned to walk inside. 

Once in bed, I asked Mistress (like I do every night before we go to sleep) if she would like an orgasm this night.  She said she would and she instructed me to stand at the side of the bed bed.  She then instructed me to knell on the floor beside the bed.  Once I was properly kneeling, she scooted to the edge, opened her legs and without saying a word, silently commanded me to service her orally.  Being allowed to put my mouth on her pussy or anus gives me the same feeling of true honor of being allowed to worship at her temple like this.  She had me stop when she said "put your cock inside me".  My cock was never harder.  Being allowed to worship at her temple always gets me that way.  I stood immediately and slowly entered her while she was marinating in sexual pleasures.  Looking down at her as I slowly slide my cock inside was yet another glorious moment of honor for me.  I slowly filled and began to slowly push in and out of her when the feeling of a pending orgasm came rushing toward me.  I stopped and at that point she could sense why and without skipping a beat, she said "get back down there".  This was something new an different because normally Mistress doesn't like the idea of me putting my mouth where my cock had just been.  It's probably for the same (or similar) reason that she doesn't like the idea of me having to consume my cum like so many other submissive men are required to do.

I alternated between cock and tongue for what seemed like forever when she instructed me to hand her the vibrator. When I did, she rolled onto her tummy then pushed her ass up in the air and ordered me to resume fucking her, but this time with my penis extension (pinky) on.  It was obvious she didn't want her orgasm being pre-empted by me finding myself on the edge of orgasm.  With the vibrator doing it job nicely on her clit while my cock was buried inside her, she had two intense orgasms, one after the other until finally collapsing on the bed.  I stepped back and stood dutifully at the side of the bed while she recovered.   That vision was yet another experience that I was honored to be allowed to have.  Seeing lead up to an orgasm, have 2 of them and then watch her lay there in post-orgasmic joy.  I stood there a very proud and thankful submissive husband, relishing in the gifts that my benevolent Mistress Wife had bestowed upon me. 

As she was getting her "legs" back following her orgasm, she asked me when was the last time I had an orgasm.  "Early February Mistress" was my reply.  Of course I was hopeful that her question was an indicator that I may be having one this evening until she next said, "put everything where it belongs and come cuddle me in bed.  You'll be going to sleep with a hard cock tonight".  After cleaning everything and putting things where they belong, I climbed into bed, nuzzled up next to my naked Mistress Wife that was still feeling the physical effects of her incredible orgasms, and held her close while she fell asleep.  Before she dozed off, I was able to whisper into her ear how grateful I was for the entire day and for her ownership of me.  She let out a moan that sounded like a contented smile and quickly fell asleep. 

What a lucky man I am.  My God, what a lucky man I am.

Sunday, yummy Sunday

Yesterday (Sunday) we, as a family, had a day with nothing on the schedule for any of us.  A rare thing indeed lately.  I was thrilled because it meant that I was going to be able to work on the car in the garage, which is very much akin to therapy for me.  It wasn't that any therapy was needed, but there is just something so satisfying about getting your hands dirty, and building or fixing something. 

While in the garage, I was summoned into the house by Mistress who promptly declared that she would prefer that I be wearing pretty panties while I was engaged in my manly garage activities.  "Yes Mistress", and off I went in to the closet and put on some pretty panties.  I was then excused into the garage to resume my Macgyver-like activies ... with a contented smile on my face. 

Soon, Mistress appeared in the garage to let me know that she was taking all the kids somewhere and would return shortly.  My head firmly buried in my work, I responded with a loving "yes Dear" and off she went.  She returned a short time later and approached me in the garage and tapped me on the shoulder.  "Perhaps we should take care of your punishment now that we have the house all to ourselves?"  You see, Mistress had witnessed my bathroom sink being in an unsightly condition on two separate occasions in the last couple of days and had declared that a punishment would be coming for that.  At that particular moment, I was greasy, grimy, sweaty from the work that I was doing and had asked Mistress if we could delay it because I was at a particular point in my work where it was helpful to keep going.  She looked at me, brows furrowed a bit, paused for a few seconds and just said   "Okay, I guess".  It was clear that that she didn't want to delay but for some reason allowed it.  Maybe it was the sight of her grimy submissive that allowed to her acquiesce.

After just a few moments of thinking of it, I wondered to myself what the hell was I thinking?  I very quickly cleaned all of the grin and stuff off me and went into the house, apologized to her for even suggesting that she consider a delay and asked her if we could proceed with the execution of my punishment.  She was not mad, but she wasn't entirely happy either.  She replied with a "sure" and continued doing what she was doing.  I knew to immediately remove all of my clothes because it is our rule that I be naked when we are alone, unless instructed otherwise.  When I was naked down to my panties, I asked Mistress if I should leave them on and she said "yes, of course".  Once naked (almost) and standing at attention before her, she turned and moved toward the bedroom and said "come with me".  She locked the bedroom door, went and retrieved a small stool that have, put it in the middle of the room and laid 2 large pillows on it.  She pointed and told me to get in position and went to the closet to retrieve her paddle. 

When she returned, she was standing over me and said something to the effect of  ... this punishment isn't for something as serious as your previous punishment (unauthorized ejaculation).  It was however, part of a renewed effort to be consistent with our mutual communication as we discussed earlier in the week at our revealing dinner.  After her comment, I was relaxed, thinking that this spanking could even be a little fun because she was in a good mood, feeling playful and just told me it was for a far less serious infraction than what I was spanked for (ouchy!!!) on Wednesday.  Mistress reached down and gently lowered my panties to just below my ass, and the spanking began.  The first few swats were light, tender and frankly enjoyable.  After that ....... OUCH!  This was my new reality.  My spankings would be meaningful (ouchy), no matter how minor the infraction from now on. 

Mistress let me have it.  She has become especially proficient at knowing how to get that extra sting out of the very tip of her pink leather paddle.  Despite my best efforts to receive my spanking without complaint, I was writhing and yelping in no time as she continued with her very deliberate, painful punishment.  When she finally finished, I was covered in sweat and panting heavily.  She pulled up my panties, had me kneel before her and she administered her usual aftercare.  After I thanked her for my spanking, she said "you're welcome pet" and moved to put the paddle away in her special drawer.  Here is the aftermath.  It doesn't look as bad as it was in the picture and what can't be seen in the picture very definite outline of the end of the paddle on the side of my right cheek. 

This is my new reality.  I am conflicted because the more consistent and more severe spankings is something we both know is needed, and for that I couldn't be more grateful.  On the other hand, it hurts like hell!  I can tell you this .... my sink will be in pristine condition from now on. 

On another note, we had a beautiful night after the kids went to bed from which I was given a few yummy treats.  Details to follow in a forthcoming post.

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.

Stop occasionally and appreciate the things that you have

This morning, I was the first one awake (which is usually the case) in the house.  It was 5am, I had a nice hot cup of coffee and I was cruising the news on the internet.  For some reason, all of a sudden, a feeling of deep appreciation came over me for the things in my life that make me happy.  Here I was, sitting in a beautiful home, with a beautiful family, blissfully living our lives.  The kids are happy and healthy (to the extent teenagers can be), the weather is beautiful because I live in paradise, the cat is even rubbing on my leg showing me devotion and affection. 

Oddly, the cat's devoted demonstration of love got me to thinking.  When I initially started on my journey of interest in and contemplation of a FLM, one of the first tumblr sites I came across was Continuous State of desire.  Here is the link:

http://continuousstateofdesire.tumblr.com/

I knew then that the name itself is what drew me to that site.  What I didn't know then is that a constant state of desire would turn out to be the catalyst for pursuing my own Female Led Marriage.  There was nothing especially different about that the content of that particular Femdom/submale tumblr site. It had all the requisite pictures, some of which where incredibly hot and others that were, well meh.  Yet there was something about the title of the site that caused me to repeatedly return. 

I have said in the past that my primary goal in initially pursuing the lifestyle that we live now, was to be able always demonstrate my desire for the woman that I already knew I loved so much.  I was focused on not allowing the distractions and stresses that naturally come from normal suburban/professional/family/societal life to distract me from being able to naturally always feels in love and in lust with my beautiful wife.

Then one day, during my journey to and research I felt I needed in order to probably propose to my wife that she accept my submission, my then wife (not yet my Mistress) asked an off-handed question about whether we will still want to be with each other after the kids have left the nest.  I knew at that very moment that FLM and my asking her to be my Mistress, accepting my submission and to control all aspects of my sex was the right thing to do in order to avoid even the slightest risk of us growing apart as we raised our family.  So far (knock on wood), the continuous state of desire that I am lucky enough to live in is accomplishing that very thing.  Every aspect our lives together, our family in general, my work, her work is continuously getting better and better with each day.  Never in a million years could I have understood how I could be sitting here in the middle of April, having had only 1 full orgasm in the last (almost) 5 months, feeling so content with my sex life.  So happy and content in my marriage and so much in love and in lust with my beautiful Mistress Wife. 

With all of this in mind, in the supreme quiet of the pre-dawn, I leaned back in my chair, sipped don my delicious coffee and just smiled. 

I love You Mistress!

Tell them ...........

Mistress walked up to me this morning, made me stand and then she took my cock through my shorts into her hand.   "I want you to get on your blog and tell your friends that I am going to fuck you soon".

Unless being given a specific instruction to do so, I wouldn't normally write such a thing here after being told that for fear of "jinxing" the possibility.  The last time I did that, circumstances prevented it from happening.  I assumed it was my fault for assuming.

I am nothing if I am not dutiful, so hence here is the declaration that Mistress told me to make.  I will remain hopeful that this comment coincides with it being Tuesday, which for me is butt plug day.

Have a great Tuesday everyone.

Ejaculating without permission

It happened.  It has never happened before but it happened.  About a week ago, Mistress wanted me inside her while she was using her vibrator to have an orgasm.  On this occasion, she had specifically told me that I would not be having an orgasm, ruined or otherwise.  It is my job of course to pull out if I get too close to the edge but on this occasion, I pulled out too late.  I didn't have an orgasm (not even a ruined one for that matter) but my body just took over and a small ejaculation happened.  All over her tummy.  My initial hope was that it was just a build up of pre cum, bit alas, it was the real thing.

This marks the first time that I have ejaculated without permission.  Not only did I not have permission, but was specifically told NOT TO!

My friend little girl talked about the nervous anticipation that goes along with knowing that a punishment spanking is pending, and not knowing when or to what extend.  You can read her words here: 

http://submissivelittlegirl.blogspot.com/2015/04/crawling-back-to-you.html?showComment=1427987278030#c5562281381450916194

Nervously, I attempt to "prepare myself mentally" for what is coming, but it only seems to manifest itself in shame and regret for having displeased Mistress the way I did.

I'll keep you posted.

Spanking Boot Camp

Could this fellow be in boot camp in this picture?


I have read at a number of sites/blogs about spanking boot camp.  It seems that everything I see and read only talks about in the past tense, or in such a way as to assume the reader is familiar with the basic idea of what it all entails.  Maybe I'm just as dork, but I'd sure love to know if there is a definition of what Spanking Boot Camp is, what it entails, how it's done. 

Can any of you, my dear friends and readers, help a guy out?  If you know, and wouldn't mind educating an eager yet naïve submissive husband, I would surely appreciate it.

Have a great week everyone!