Blue Balls

 

It may sound crazy, but I have the epitome of aching blue balls and I love how it feels!  The dull ache that rests inside my pants is a constant reminder of the object of my emotional, spiritual and lustful desires.

 

On Friday I posted about how Mistress K. instructed me to masturbate to the edge every hour, on the hour, for the entire day.  Right up until bedtime.  I had no idea what, if anything would come of it in the sex play department but I found out as soon as we got into bed.  NOTHING!  Mistress wanted nothing more than for me to cuddle and nuzzle her while she fell quietly to sleep i our marital bed.  I asked if I could have relief then and she quietly said no.  "This is not the time .... now go to sleep "

 

Saturday was a day filled with busy family and parenting stuff, all day and night.  Apart from me walking over to her at various times during the day, to nuzzle in her neck and to tell her that I loved her, there was no physical interaction romantically or sexually.

 

Sunday?  Sunday?  Sunday was quite a bit different.  Mistress awoke about 7:45 in the morning.  When I heard her rise, I scurried to retrieve her coffee as I do every morning.  I handed it her and she was still very bleary eyed and sleepy.  Her long straight red hair was a disheveled tangled mess that half covered her face.  She was wearing her short little nightie that although isn't designed to be sexy but rather comfortable, I think it is sexy as hell.  I held her tight, kisses her face and neck and took in the body aroma that is uniquely her and declared my daily devotion to her.  She then hurried off to the restroom.

 

When she returned, she had shaken off the sleepiness and walked over to me sitting in the chair at the computer and began to kiss my neck.  She reached down and started to rub me through my shorts and gave me my instructions for the day.  She said "beginning at 8 this morning, you are to edge yourself every half hour for the entire day".  She grabbed my face, looked me in the eye and asked me if I understood my instructions.  I said "Yes maam".  "Good boy" and with that she kissed me softly then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the kids.  She got 5 feet away then returned and said "oh, and you'll be wearing frilly panties all day".  She kissed me again and then left. 

 

EVERY HALF HOUR!!!!!  We went to bed at 10:30 that night.  Some quick math will tell that during the day on Sunday, I brought myself to the edge 29 times.  Yes .... 29 times.  She didn't come right out and say it, but she eluded to the fact that at the end of the day that I would be separated from the fluid that was gathering in my balls.  When we finally got into bed (she had to wake me up from the couch), she turned to me and started kissing me softly and saying what a good boy I was.  She started rubbing my soft cock and in no time i was all revved up in anticipation of, well, I didn't;t actually know, but i was certain it would be something.  Would she just drain me to ease the ache?  Would she stroke me until I couldn't hold it any longer and feign being disappointed that I came without permission?  I was pretty certain that she wasn't going to allow me to enter her because she knew that with all of that edging, I'd go off before I was able to get the whole head in. 

 

She stroked me to the edge 3 or 4 more times to the point i was begging her to allow me to ejaculate.  I wasn't asking to orgasm, I was begging to be drained.  She kissed me softly, held my face and quietly said no.  Now is not the time, and then rolled over and instructed me to cuddle her.  For the next 10 minutes I begged, whimpered, begged some more in desperate hope that she would acquiesce

and allow me to drain my balls.  She would have none of it and finally had to sternly tell me that if she had to say no one more time, I would be punished right then! 

 

Which brings us to today.  This morning, i was noticeably pouty about the fact that I was so frustrated about being denied the previous night.  She made a very subtle warning that this sort of behavior was not going to be tolerated ... at all!  I got the message real quick and apologized for being pouty.  A short time later, after bringing her a fresh cup of coffee and while she was facing the mirror putting on her makeup, I knelt behind her, slowly lifted her nightie and placed tender soft kisses on her gorgeous bottom and thanked her for her strength and for allowing me to be owned by her.  She informed that today I was to edge myself every 90 minutes throughout the day and then she handed me the panties that she wanted me to wear for the day.  I took the panties, said "Yes Mistress" and then thank her before leaving her to finish what she was doing.

 

Being in this state of unbelievably constant state of desire has allowed me to remember that it is not at all about my desire, or whether or not i think i should be allowed to cum, ruined or otherwise.  it is all about her and if having do this makes her happy, then it most certainly makes me happy. 

Funny How Things work out and evolve

See this .....

This is a piece of small wood trim that is an excess piece of a small project Mistress K. had me do.  It's roughly 3 feet long, it is light, whippy and very much cane-like.  I know that a cane is round which it what makes a cane especially insidious as a spanking implement.  I have long been thankful that Mistress K. has never wanted to utilize a cane as part of her punishment repertoire.  This "cane", as Mistress now calls it, is resting on an island that we have in our closet.  The thing the stick is sitting on is an island in the middle of our closet that contains drawers,  The top (pictured) is about waist high.  This island is roughly 7 feet long and roughly 20" wide. 

When I finished the project, and had the excess wood trim, in a joking fashion, I presented it to Mistress K. as I sometimes do with her leather paddle, in what I thought was a cute way to tell her I was finished.  She was excited I was finished with the project, took the piece of wood from me, slapped it in her hand a couple of times and immediately ordered me into the closet.  She pointed toward the closet and said "let's take care of your long-pending punishment right now".  I hesitated and was now fearful because it was clear she intended to test-drive her new "cane" on me right then. 

The kids were not to far from the now locked bedroom door and so Mistress took me into the closet and closed it's door as well.  She ordered me to strip naked and to lay face-down on the island described above.  Mistress immediately discovered what a perfect punishment table this island was going to be, especially in trying out her new "cane".  When it was all said and done, with the kids oblivious to what we were doing, but still, just outside the bedroom door ...  and with Mistress having never used something that was so .... um, cane-like,  my spanking was less intense than it could otherwise have been.  Mistress K.'s soft, gentle soul will usually allow her to default on the side of caution in a situation like (discovering something new).  That being said, Mistress and I both knew that a new implement had been discovered as well as a new venue.  Mistress really, really enjoyed having me laid-out there at just the right height for a spanking. 

After it was over,  I was sweating, breathing hard and lost in the subspace that I encounter when I am allowed to hold Mistress and thank her for my spanking after I get one.  As I held her it occurred to me, I wanted for Mistress to take me to the very edge of boundaries when it came to receiving a spanking.  Neither of us know where that is exactly, but something at that moment told me that I needed to tell her that I was hopeful she would be willing to take us on a journey to both discover where my limits actually were.  After my aftercare, Mistress was straightening up and the thought kept nagging me in my head.  Ask her for this now, or you may never have the courage to ask her again. 

With that I went over her and asked her if I could ask her for something.  That's our protocol, if I desire something, I need to ask permission to ask for it, as opposed to just asking for it.  I asked her if I could ask for something ............ then exhaled!  She said yes and I mumbled and stuttered but got the words out.  "Mistress, will you please consider taking me to the edge of my limits so we can both know where that actually is?"  *Gulp ........  "Of course I will y love", she replied.

What's that old saying?  Be careful what you ask for?

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!

You will be milked tonight

Last night when we got into bed, we were both just so tired.  Even so, before Mistress's head could hit the pillow, I asked Mistress .. "would you like an orgasm this evening?", as I do almost every night.  She said "thank you pet, but not tonight.  I am just so tired."  I replied, "yes Mistress" and pressed my naked body against hers so we could fall asleep. 

A minute or so later, Mistress said "tomorrow night, after the kids are in bed, you are going to be milked!".  I replied with a simple but eager "Yes Mistress", and pulled her into me tighter and pressed my hardening cock into her.  Moments later she was asleep and then so was I.  Before I feel asleep, I wondered what exactly that meant.  Would she want to merely, as a matter of clinical-like maintenance, drain my balls of the months worth of cum that has built up in there. 

 

After all, I have denied orgasms for a longer period of time than ever before.  Was it going to be her intention to milk me through prostate massage?  Was she going to turn me into her little ass slut and fuck my ass with her strapon until I emptied all my cum?  Not knowing was killing me, but whatever it was to be, I am so excited for it.

This morning 5:52 am, I prepared her coffee in anticipation of my morning ritual of worshipping her tummy to wake her.  This particular morning, at 5:55 am precisely, I removed all my clothes and climbed onto the bed to wake her with my worship.  It has become my most favorite part of every work day.  I just love those few moments every morning where I can wallow in subspace and worship at the altar of the most beautiful woman in the world.  But I digress ............

There was no mention of the milking this morning and for fear of seeming to eager and pestering her, I didn't bring it up.  Mistress was on the way to her office when she called to inform me that in advance of tonight's milking "you will masturbate to the edge 4 separate times in the shower.  Then you will wear your plug today so you will be ready for your milking tonight".  Then there will be further instructions for you to follow this evening after work".  Oh boy ...............

Truth be told, whatever method intends to accomplish the emptying of my balls, I will not be distracted from her intended goal, which is of course.  Given a preference, I am hopeful that Mistress intends to accomplish this without allowing me to have a full orgasm.  It has been almost 3 months since my last full orgasm and I am actually more and more proud of each day that passes without needing or wanting one, while I am still in a constant state of desire for my beautiful Mistress.

Wish me luck!

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.

Last Night

Two things happened last night.  Two very important and profound things as they relate to my relationship to my Mistress Wife.

First, Mistress and I were on a dinner meeting that we occasionally do in order to review things FLM, including things that either of us may have on our minds, good, bad or indifferent.  It's quiet time away from the kids so we can speak about the things we normally can't talk about at our regular dinner table.  At this meeting, the conversation quickly went to me complaining some about not feeling her control, her dominance, her hands enough.  I whined some about how I was feeling neglected and that I was feeling that we have slowly moved to such a routine in our relationship that I feared that I was being taken for granted. 

(sidebar   -   This seems to be a common theme among some of my very good submissive husband blog friends.  One in particular is I'm Hers who has been posting and commenting on similar feelings he has been having on his blog.  If you aren't familiar with his blog, I encourage you to check it out because it is excellent!!  Here is a link:   http://im-hers.blogspot.com/ ). 

Over the course of my talking about my feelings, and trying to be clear that I wasn't unhappy or anything like that, I was coming like a whiney pussy of a submissive man and not the strong, confident submissive that I am expected to be.  It just started coming out.  Unintentionally, I started blaming Mistress K. for how I was feeling as if our whole FLM dynamic was centered on how I should feel from time to time.

In true, epic form, Mistress K. calmly made me realize two things.  Her love and desire for me was not an ounce less than it ever was and that it continues to grow each day.  She was appreciative of me expressing how I was feeling and very expertly made me understand that although how I was feeling was important to her, it wasn't about me.  It was about her.  She didn't just "shove that part up my ass" and tell me to like it or lump.  No, instead she was able to demonstrate how I am able (and frankly required) to better communicate with her about things that are on my mind, again good, bad or indifferent.    She's not a mind reader after all and if in the course of her very busy life she's not able to recognize my tender feelings fro time to time, it's my obligation to make them more apparent to her.  She was right and in no time, I felt waaaay better.

Out of this discussion came two things that she implemented as part of our routine, daily existence.  Beginning today and until further notice, each morning at precisely 5:55 am, I am to have her steaming hot coffee on her night stand and then I am to wake her gently by using only my kisses on her tummy.  The other thing she established is during those times when I need to talk about a situation that is on my mind, I am to formerly address her as Mistress, ask her permission to speak with her about whatever is on my mind before bring up an issue.  I had a recent post about rituals and how much I appreciate them.  Along those lines, I am so grateful and excited about these two new rituals. 

The other profound and important thing that happened last night was I finally received punishment for ejaculating without permission while at play in bed with Mistress.  I didn't know what to expect leading up to this punishment, especially because Mistress had made it clear before that it would be something that I needed to "mentally prepare" for.  I knew it would significant but didn't know exactly what it would be.  Frankly, my biggest concern was that Mistress K. was going to have me masturbate to a full orgasm immediately preceding her giving me a punishment spanking.  Those are the worst!  In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than the longest, hardest and most painful spanking I have ever received from her.  Good old fashioned blistering on my ass with her trusty pink leather paddle.  I thrashed and wriggled because it was painful but as my spanking went on, I could feel my shame and disappointment leave my body, and my love and devotion to her growing. With each swat, I felt that much more devoted to her, despite the pain. When it was over there were no tears (although they weren't that far off if she had continued) but it hurt and I sweating profusely.  I knew when it was about to begin, that it was going to hurt because Mistress had me get a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor and bury my face in it so the kids could not "hear my screams".  When it was finally over, the aftercare was incredible.  It was nothing more than what we always do .... her holding me and telling me that I am forgiven and that she loves me, but on this occasion, because of the nature of the infraction, I needed to be forgiven.

Afterward she got up and instructed me to get into bed because it was time to sleep.  When she joined me, I asked her if she would like an orgasm this night (like I seem to do every night now) and after thinking about for a second, she said yes.  She ordered me to retrieve her Hitachi-like vibrator and then to kiss and lick her nipples while she used it to bring herself to orgasm.  She had realized that giving me the spanking she gave had made her want to orgasm and for me to have to watch, knowing that it was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure that I would not be enjoying that evening.  It was magical and when she was done, she rolled over and before she could fall asleep, I thanked her for allowing me to witness her orgasm (like I always do), for her being the Dominant Mistress I needed her to be at dinner during our conversation, and for my incredible spanking.

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.

We never really fight

But last night we had a tiff.  Mistress was explaining what had just happened with one of our kids and I was rolling my hand as if to encourage her to get to the point.  That's when the trouble started. It was an incredibly rude thing to do and she let me know she wasn't at all happy with me by immediately sopping the conversation, leering at me and then going silent.  For about 15 minutes following, I brooded thinking she shouldn't be so upset over something so small. 

We went about our business getting dinner ready which required some interaction.  It was clear that she remained unhappy with me.  I thought about the many wise words from my dear friend I'm Hers (  http://im-hers.blogspot.com/  ) and quickly realized that my actions were both unnecessary and disrespectful.  I sincerely apologized to Mistress K and she quickly accepted my apology.  I immediately felt that I may have avoided one of those "severe punishment spankings".  The kind where Mistress K. forces me to masturbate to orgasm proceeding a hard spanking.  Quickly things got back to "normal" and we were having a nice, wonderful evening enjoying each other's company.

I went to bed before Mistress K. and fell asleep quickly.  I had showered before going to bed and thought I'd surprise her by having her sub laying naked in bed, wearing a hint of her favorite cologne that she loves so much.  When she came to bed she nuzzled beside me and started rubbing my butt, running her fingers lightly over and barely between my ass cheeks.  She knows how much I love that.  She whispered to me that I had angered her earlier and that this was now that second offense for which I had a spanking pending, while she continued to rub my bottom.  She abruptly removed the sheets, exposing my bare ass and gently placed a kiss on my ass.  I was both horny and worried about what was to come next.  She stopped rubbing me and then rolled over and settled in for the night.  She said goodnight, placed a hand on my ass and drifted off to sleep.  I tried to entice some more of her tender attention to my bottom but she was not interested.  We both fell asleep.

This morning was like any other morning.  Mistress retrieved the coffee I had made for and set about getting ready for her day.  After her shower, while she was about to blow dry her hair, she called me into the bathroom, had me lock the door, told me to get some lube and instructed me to sit on the floor and masturbate while she dried her hair.  She was naked expect for the Uggs boots she likes to wear in the morning.  I began to masturbate while watching her dry her hair.  She was a vision of gorgeousness occasionally leaning over to offer me a view of hat ass I love to worship so much.  She stopped and said "you will not be cumming"!  When I told her I was going to cum if I didn't stop stroking, she said "you'd better figure it out".  OMG it was torture.  I was successful in continuing without cumming but it was the most intense edging I have had in some time.  When she was done drying her hair, she said "you may stop now.  Get cleaned up and return to what you were doing."  I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure that was a form of punishment because Mistress wouldn't let me stop, and she wouldn't let me cum, and she wouldn't let me touch her.

As I write this, my blue balls ache while my mind considers my pending punishment(s).  I am so sorry Mistress.

I think you'll be milked tonight

This morning, we were standing together in the kitchen, about to make breakfast for the kids.  There was a familiar aching in my balls ad I let Mistress know that they ached.  I didn't for any other reason than to let her know the status of her sub's condition.  Without hesitation she said, "Hmm, I think we'll milk you tonight".  I asked if she meant anally or if she intended to ruin an orgasm.  She said "I don't know yet".  We then went about making breakfast.  She then reminded me that I didn't notice that she was awake and as such had to get her own coffee.  I am now due to be punished.  It's been a  while since I have been spanked and now I will spend the entire day with nervous anticipation.

Her words did nothing to help my current condition.  Hopefully her words will come true and will help my future condition.

Daily Routine

Like most of you, Mistress K. and I are always having to find ways to express our love and devotion for each other, in our respective roles in our marriage.  It's one of the reasons that our ritual was born that each day before i get dressed, I am required to advise Mistress K. that I am ready to get dressed.  The primary purpose for the that is it gives mistress the opportunity to contemplate what, if anything, she wants me to wear under my clothes that will remind me all day of my submission to her, and also to symbolize our FLM.  I have never asked Mistress if I could wear this or not, or not have to wear this or that, I merely await for her to decide what she feels at that moments is appropriate for me to wear, if anything.  It is a tradition that developed on it's own and for each of us is an integral part of our life as a FLM couple.

On this day, Mistress instructed me to wear my butt plug.  those of you that have read posts here before probably already know that my glass butt plug is my favorite thing to be told to wear for the day.  Mistress K. knows this as well.  That fact alone may be one of the reasons why Mistress K. has me wear less often than the plethora of other items she has me wear.

When I am wearing my plug, the fullness inside me is a gentle, warm, comfortable reminder that my body and my sex belongs to my Mistress.  It also makes me horny.  Anal horny.  Each time I wear it, I privately hope it is because Mistress is preparing my bottom for her strap on for later.  In the past, I had even let Mistress know that it was my hope each time I wore my plug.  Her reply was to let me know that she was disappointed about how I was projecting, or topping from the bottom and because of that, at least for that occasion, and because of that, my hope that it was a precursor to her taking my bottom later was the very thing that wasn't going to happen.  Hence the reason I keep that hope alive, but keep it completely to myself.

This is a good day.  The weather here in Phoenix is right at the perfect temperature for human habitation, the love of my life is my Mistress Wife and she has chosen this day to have me wear a plug. 

I am ready to get dressed for work Mistress

Yesterday morning, I was done with my usual morning routine.  I had showered, shaved my face balls, ass and cock after my long weekend away.  I was in the kitchen, naked, having just finishing the morning dishes when Mistress K. walked in the door from taking the kids to school.  I walked over to her and we canoodled for a few minutes.  Those moments of embrace are just so very special.  Just holding each other, my face buried in her neck, taking in her aroma in deep breaths. 

Like I do every morning, I told Mistress that I was ready to get dressed.  As many of you know, I have conditioned myself not let Mistress know I am waiting for her instructions on what to wear under my clothes by asking if I can wear this, or that, or ......?  Instead, I only advise her that I am ready to get dresses, offering her the opportunity to determine what, if anything I am to wear under my clothes.  Anything from panties, to cock rick, balls separator to butt plug.

On this particular morning, Mistress took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  I first thought she was going to take me into the closet where that collection of items is so we could look over them together, like she sometimes likes to do.  Instead, she took me to the edge of the bed and had bend at the waist, face in the bed.  her instructions were to not move.  I heard rustling in the closet for a minute or two then heard her walking toward me.  I didn't know what to expect.  Was she going to punish me?  Did she have me in this position because she was going to fuck my ass?  I didn't have any idea and not knowing was so very erotic.  Suddenly she slipped a blindfold over my eyes, stood me up straight, grabbed my hand and led me blindly behind her.  I knew we were headed in the direction of the bedroom entrance or the bathroom.  After banging my shoulder on the wall I couldn't see, Mistress stopped. I heard the double doors to our bedroom close.  Mistress pushed me against the door, facing it with instructions to put my feet together and keep my wrists together with my arms stretched fully and placed on the door above my head.  Mistress began to use bondage tape to tape my ankles together.  Then she had me turn around and present my wrists to her for the same reason.  Once my wrists and ankles were bound together, I was again turned to face the door and pressed against, while Mistress put a ball gag in mouth and securely fastened it to my head. 

I began to get a little nervous about what might be my fate.  Was this the time that Mistress felt that a good hard maintenance spanking was in order?  Was it going to hurt so much that Mistress felt like she need the ball gag, even though we were alone in the house?  I was pretty certain  that with the way I restrained and the way I was positioned, facing and pressed against the closed door,  that I was about to receive a severe punishment.  For what?  I didn't know, but there doesn't really need to be reason, now does there?

I was left in that position while Mistress attended to something else.  I couldn't tell what she was doing but being bound in that position.  I was certain that I was merely waiting to be punished severely.  That Mistress was in a particularly sadistic mood and wanted to see me suffer from infliction of a little bit of pain.  (Mistress a little sadistic streak in her.  Nothing serious, but she can genuinely get off by watching me accept a little pain from her).  Still facing the door, my cock still hard as rock for the delicious mixture of anticipation and fear, I felt one hand on my as and one wrap around my cock.  She fondled me for a minute or so then turned me around so my back was against the door.  I felt lube being applied to my cock and then something being pressed onto it.  At first I was certain that Mistress was placing my cock sleeve on me so that she could get a good fucking.  I soon realizes that it was Mistress herself.  She had removed her pj's and panties and was sliding her pussy up and down on my hardness.  It didn't take long at all before I was on the edge and told her so.  She immediately removed herself, quickly turned me around, pressed the front of body to the closed door and proceeded to paddle my ass with her bare hand for not being able to control my cock better.  Then she turned me around and climbed right back on.  Again, same result, quickly brought to the edge, a quick warning that I was about to cum and another turn at facing the door and receiving 5 -10 rapid, firm spanks.  Mistress turned me again, mounted me again and this time, before I could get near the edge, she stopped and simply said ........... "that's what your wearing under clothes today.  Now get dressed."  She removed the bondage tape from my wrists and ankles and pointed to the closet ordering me to get dressed.  Then she turned on her heels and walked to the bedroom door, smiling at me and kissing me on the cheek on the way.

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.

I think I'll make you orgasm

Last night, I was laying naked in bed, waiting for Mistress to join me.  In the winter (even though it's sunny warm Phoenix) Mistress wear sock, pajama pants and a t-shirt to bed.  Guh. For obvious reason, I so much prefer when Mistress sleeps naked.   Anyway ... as she was going through her routine of getting all 3 of her pillows adjust in just perfect position, and making sure the blanket was the perfect length to be able to fully cover her as she settles in to her comfy bed (this process can take as much 3 or minutes, even longer if she forgets something 3/4 of the way through, has to get out of bed and return to start the process all over), Mistress asked me ... "when was the last time you had an orgasm?"  I replied, "do you mean a ruined orgasm, or a real one?".  "A real one", she said.

"October 15, 2014 Mistress", was my reply.  The was a bit of pride in my reply..  After all, that was 3 1/2 months since my last full on orgasm and since then, I have had some of the most incredible sex of my entire life, have never been more genuinely in love with my beautiful Wife and have never desired her sexually.  She was rolling into her final resting spot for the evening on and in her mountain of pillows when she said "Hmmm, I think I'll make you have an orgasm".  There was reason given, no time table, no indication that it was going to be that night ..... just the lingering threat of a forced orgasm. 

Interestingly (at least to me), I began to think about the forced orgasm coming my way in much the same way I feel when Mistress has declared that I will be receiving a punishment spanking.  That regret and fear of something that you know will happen.  Something that is an enigma in that the idea of having to endure a harsh, punishment spanking (or something else that Mistress may require) is arousing, but the actual act while it is happening .... isn't.  Why in the world would equate the idea of my beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, loving, nurturing Mistress making me have an orgasm, to the searing sting, pain and shame that comes with a punishment spanking.  Not one of those sexy, foreplay kind of spankings .... I mean one of those "you really fucked boy and your ass is going to pay for it" kind of spankings.

Mine is not to question when, why and how Mistress will declare a punishment spanking is necessary, or anything else for that matter.  If Mistress wants me to have an orgasm, that's what will happen, even if I don't want to have one.  Do you think it's possible for someone outside the lifestyle, someone vanilla, to even be able to understand how it could be possible that I am happier than I ever have been in my marriage, and in my sex life, with the knowledge that my last full orgasm was over 3 1/2 months ago, and only because the was the last time my wife allow me to have one?  I love my life.  I love my wife!

Switching roles today

Mistress K. most certainly has placed the "clip on the drawer", which is our private way to communicate that Mistress wishes to temporarily taste the submissive side of things. The amount of time we will be in reversed roles will be determined solely but Mistress K. and at her complete and absolute discretion.  Those are the rules. 

Before we were a FLM, Mistress K. and used to switch roles when we played D/s games.  Plus, Mistress K. keeps hearing me prattle on and on about how awesome subspace is ............ when in the presence of someone that you love more than anything.  I don't think it will be possible for that deep subspace feeling to happen in such a short period of time, but it will be my goal for her. Whether I have 10 minutes or 10 days in a temporary dominant role, that will be my goal.

Not surprisingly, the things that I want to do with/to her are many of the same things she enjoys having me do in my normal sub role.  I feel like having her allow me to worship her pussy and her ass.  Maybe worship her whole body with those all-over baby kisses that she loves (I love them too) so much? 

As an aside, Mistress lost a bet we made the day.  The wager was 5 spanks, meaning I would give her 5 spanks if she lost the bet.  She lost the bet!  I think I'll be incorporating that into my temporary Dom-ness. 

There will a point where she hands over the dominant reigns but before doing so we will have discussed what amounts to limits.  Both limits of where she is willing to go, and limits of where I am ALLOWED to go.  For example, regardless of our temporary status, I will not have the right to unilaterally decide that I am allowed.  Specifically, I will not be.  Also, I will be operating with the understanding that if I were to cross any previously discussed limits line during our role-reversal play, Mistress K. would likely think long and hard about ever wanting to do this with me again.  In short, I'll be required to figure out on my own, where the sweet spot (so to speak) is between my natural sub husband role and my temporary Dom role.  After it is over, it must end up being a thrilling, exciting, sexy adventure for Mistress to want to ever do it again with me, but I will have to be able to figure how get her there on her own.  I can't ask her to tell me what she wants.  She wants to be brought there.

Lastly, I came across this stunningly beautiful picture. 

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It is not Mistress K., but if I already didn't know that it wasn't her, I would be wondering when it was taken of her.  The resemblance is uncanny.  MMMMMMMM

Wear your plug today

Mistress' bestie arrived last night and they spent plenty of time cathcing up, giggling and just having plain old fun.  They just left to go to an overnight activity that will keep us apart until tomorrow night.  Booo!  Mistress' friend that arrived in town is the other other person that knows all about our FLM.  There was no conversation about it that included me and frankly I am not aware that they even talked about it last night.  This morning there was a couple of casual remarks in direct reference to my being controlled by Mistress K. with her friend and they seemed competely natural and without any embarrasement...on anyone's part.  I don't know if there will be any conversation (or ?) or not once they return and before her friend leaves to go back home or not.  I will of course leave that entirely up to Mistress K.  I am prepared to demonstrate of role in our marriage in any way (subtle or otherwise) that Mistress K. might deem appropriate (or not).

This morning, after i got out of the shower and before they left, Mistress came into the closet where I was waiting for her, naked and in anticipation of her instructions on what to wear under my clothes today.  She seemed unsure about what she wanted me to wear and asked me directly what is most comfortable to wear under my jeans.  I'll give you two guesses as to what I told her, but you'll only need one.  My glass plug.  She agreed and ordered me to wear the plug.  yay! 

With that she stood up and reached for the lube and grabbed my flaccid cock and ordered it to get hard ... IMMEDIATELY.  I don't need to be told twice and in a matter of seconds it was hard.  She put lube in her hand and started stroking me.  She then looked me in the eye and apologized for not having edged me in quite some time.  Once i got close to orgasm and told her so, she held her hand firm and ordered me to fuck her hand.  She likes to watch he stand there and thrust into her slippery hand.  It was amazing as she continued to hold me at the edge for quite a while before she decided it was time to stop.  I have to admit that it was rather exciting to know that she was doing that to me with her friend in the guest room sleeping.  Once she was done, she told me to put my plug in and gave me an added bonus by standing there to watch while i put one foot up on a stool, bent over and worked the plug into my ass.  She smiled and said, "you enjoy putting things in your ass while I watch, don't you"?  All I could do was whimper a "yes I do Mistress".  My goal is to wear my plug the entire 30 hours or so before i see her again.  We'll see how that goes.

I can't wait till she gets home.

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 1

It feels awesome.  There is a significant depth of joy and contentment knowing that Mistress K. felt enough about me and our lifestyle to want to officially collar me.  For many years I've read stories abut subs being collared by their Master/Mistress, and I always thought I could understand the truly wonderful feeling of accepting the collar from someone that truly loved you enough to place it on one's neck, and everything it symbolizes.  During those times, I never considered that i would be lucky enough to actually experience the joy of receiving a collar from the person I love most in the world.

OK, here are some details of our day.  On the day that we were to exchange our vows for our (what turned out to be) collaring ceremony, Mistress K. ordered me to be shaved smooth and in my cage right away.  I thought that it probably had something to do with the collaring ceremony later that evening but i wasn't sure because the only times Mistress would put me in the cage is when i was being punished.  I did as i was told and soon was in my cage.  Before putting it on, i worked really, really hard to be sure that I had the closest, smoothest shave I ever had.  I stayed home from work that day and since we wouldn't check into our room until 3pm, we went about our business as if it were a normal day.  That is until Mistress was reminded that I had 2 unpaid punishments coming my.  She stopped what I was doing, came over to me and informed me that I was going to receive at least one of my 2 punishments right then.  I was required to strip naked, go to our bedroom, retrieve the paddle and wait for her.

She walked into the bedroom, laid a large body pillow across a stool and told me to lie down over it.  I had sent her a GIF of a punishment that I thought she would enjoy and it turns out she enjoyed it very much ... because she was about to recreate it!  here it is:

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Instead of a belt, she used her paddle.  IT HURT!!!!  There were no tears but there was absolute and genuine begging for Mistress to stop.  Eventually she did.  While receiving this spanking, I was certain that Mistress felt it was necessary for there to be bruises on my bottom for our ceremony.  Come to think of it, what a beautiful sentiment.  Sadly (gladly), there were no bruises on my bottom later that night, but it did hurt to touch my bottom for a while after being punished.

While packing for our trip to the resort, I asked Mistress what tools, toys and others implements did she want for me to pack.  "Everything", she said.  So, one suitcase was devoted almost exclusively to items we would need for our evening.

Once we arrived we discovered that the hotel upgraded us to one of their finest suites because it was available and because it was our anniversary.  That was such a nice thing to do because it gave us multiple rooms which would come in handy when it was time for the officiant to join us in our room later.

We checked in and then invited our officiant to join us for happy hour prior to the festivities.  Before we left for the nice bar, Mistress handed me a lovely pair of black lace panties to wear over my cage and under my shorts for our trip to the bar.  She informed me then that i would be wearing them during the ceremony, which confirmed in my mind that i would also be wearing my cage during the ceremony.  I'll be honest, i was not-so-secretly hoping that Mistress would have me wear my glass butt plug as well.  After putting on the panties and allowing Mistress to see me before I got dressed, she walked over to me and rubbed my caged cock through the lace material.  It strained to become erect but alas, it was going to happen.  She then whispered ..... "you want to wear your plug during the ceremony, don't you pet?"  I responded quickly and eagerly with a "YES".  She said "we'll see.  now get dressed" 

We met our officiant in the bar and she was a tiny bit nervous because this was the first "one of these" she had ever done and even though we had talked through the ceremony several, she still wasn't quite sure what to expect.  We'd have a cocktail or too, have some lovely food, chat awhile, get to know each other way, way, way better, and to ask and answer any questions any of us may have had.  She joined us and we had a lovely time.  She is such a nice lady and for someone that was almost literally a complete stranger, she made us feel completely at home and soon we were chatting openly about the most intimate aspects of our relationship.  She even asked for some advice on how to get her husband to be more attentive.  I offered 4 words ..... "Orgasm Control and Punishments".  We all giggled but we also acknowledged that it was advice and not a joke.

Soon we retired to our suite to prepare for and have our ceremony .................  (to be continued)

Pending Punishment

Last night, I threw a bit of a hissy fit for something really stupid having to do with the dishes.  it was dumb.  Even worse, it pissed Mistress off  to the point that she was genuinely angry and was yelling at me in a way that is not at all characteristic of her.  It's understandable.  She was reacting to me in the very same way I was behaving.  The difference is ... she is allowed to.  I am not!

It didn't take long for me to recognize the error of my ways and soon I was keeling before her while was sitting in a chair (with a scowl on her face), explaining how sorry I was and begging for forgiveness.  it also didn't take long for Mistress to wag her finger in my face and tell me that my behavior was not at all acceptable and that she never wanted to see it again.  I agreed!

We "made up" quickly and soon I rose to my feet to let her resume watching her favorite TV show.  While standing, I asked Mistress if this now meant that had 3 separate punishment spankings coming my way instead of the 2 that have been pending for several days (real life has prevented Mistress from attending to those).  Without hesitation, Mistress said "No.  The other 2 punishments you have coming will be far worse than they would've been otherwise.  Now leave me be".  

It was a chilling comment.  One that has me nervous (more than usual) about my still pending punishments.  Really nervous.  Mistress has never really threatened harshness in her punishments before so i don't have a reference point to know exactly what that means.  We still have our vows renewal ceremony coming up in the next few days and I'm not sure if Mistress intends on incorporating these punishments into the 2 days we will be spending alone at a local resort, if she intends to get it out of the way before the ceremony. or if she intends on letting me stew in my nervousness until after our ceremony. 

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.