Mistress came over to me, naked and having just completed the finishing touches to her make-up before starting her day. She handed me her empty cup of coffee and said "freshie please". I refreshed her coffee, handing it back to her and asked if I could kiss her naked torso. "Only if you are kneeling", she said. That took less than a second. She allowed to kiss her tummy and the area just above her pussy for about 30 seconds, then she shooed me away so she could finish getting ready for work.
A few moments later, in the bathroom, I walked up behind, moved her gorgeous red hair away from her neck, began kissing her there and thanking her for allowing me the short period of worship time. With that, she turned around, grabbed my hard cock in my shorts and led me back to her comfy chair in our bedroom. She ordered me naked and to get some lube in my hand while she went for her cordless hitachi-like vibrator. When I returned to the room, she was already in the chair, legs spread and her electric lover was humming away. I was ordered to kneel and stroke my cock without stopping while she had "sex with herself". I was at least 5 feet away while she laid back in her chair ad brought herself to orgasm, right before my eyes.
I imagine that if you could've seen my face I probably looked like a cartoon character with hearts for eyes, and hearts circling my head. There is NOTHING sexier than the very vision that was before at this very moment. I literally could've cum by just witnessing this if Mistress had told me to. She had her hard, hard orgasm, turned off the vibrator, rested for a moment and told me to clean myself and to leave her be while she got dressed for work. Of course there would be no orgasm for. Almost goes without saying .... even so, if it is Mistress' intention, Mistress will always let me know that she will be cumming and will not.
My very simple instructions? Masturbate for me while I cum. What a great way to start a Friday and a weekend.
Showing posts with label love boner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love boner. Show all posts
Friday, August 7, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Here it comes I'm afraid
Yesterday, I blew up at Mistress. Not because of anything she had done, or done wrong even. It's just that I was at a peak of frustrations that had nothing to do with Mistress or our lifestyle. Shit from work (people are sometimes just weasel-ass fuckers, aren't they?) and I was frustrated at a stupid faucet on a bathroom vanity that Mistress wanted me to install.
In the several wonderful years that we lived in our FLR, I have so very rarely allowed my frustrations in things that don't include mistress, to come out in frustration for Mistress. yesterday was one of those days. I am so very proud of my Mistress Wife. She knew the benefit of letting me blow off steam before she approached me to calmly ask me to settle down. When I didn't settle down ... she had very little interest in accepting my behavior and very sternly let me know! It took me a total of five minutes for me to come to senses and realize that not only did I blow up about essentially nothing, and certainly nothing to do with Mistress, but that my being pissy like I was is not something that should affect Mistress .... in any way .... ever.
We are all good. In fact, we are even better than we were because each of us continues to grow in our respective roles. There was nothing sexual at all about my outburst, nor in her commanding that it end. Nothing at all. Recalling this non-sexual event however has me hard as a rock because the only thing I can focus on was how Mistress did not waiver, did not back down, did not engage in an argument with her lunatic submissive husband. Instead ... she ended it! I love you Mistress.
Have a great weekend everyone. Mistress and I are planning to head back to the mountains this week for an 3 day weekend.
SHIP
P.S. Mistress did mention after the episode was over that the punishment I am still waiting to receive from a previous infraction (because she said it requires enough space and time to be able to execute in the manner she had in mind), will now be "significantly more escalated as a result of our little episode". After saying that to me, she kissed me on the head, patted me on the ass and left the room.
In the several wonderful years that we lived in our FLR, I have so very rarely allowed my frustrations in things that don't include mistress, to come out in frustration for Mistress. yesterday was one of those days. I am so very proud of my Mistress Wife. She knew the benefit of letting me blow off steam before she approached me to calmly ask me to settle down. When I didn't settle down ... she had very little interest in accepting my behavior and very sternly let me know! It took me a total of five minutes for me to come to senses and realize that not only did I blow up about essentially nothing, and certainly nothing to do with Mistress, but that my being pissy like I was is not something that should affect Mistress .... in any way .... ever.
We are all good. In fact, we are even better than we were because each of us continues to grow in our respective roles. There was nothing sexual at all about my outburst, nor in her commanding that it end. Nothing at all. Recalling this non-sexual event however has me hard as a rock because the only thing I can focus on was how Mistress did not waiver, did not back down, did not engage in an argument with her lunatic submissive husband. Instead ... she ended it! I love you Mistress.
Have a great weekend everyone. Mistress and I are planning to head back to the mountains this week for an 3 day weekend.
SHIP
P.S. Mistress did mention after the episode was over that the punishment I am still waiting to receive from a previous infraction (because she said it requires enough space and time to be able to execute in the manner she had in mind), will now be "significantly more escalated as a result of our little episode". After saying that to me, she kissed me on the head, patted me on the ass and left the room.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Orgasms ... and the lack thereof
I will start this post off by saying two things .... 1. I haven't had a full orgasm since October of last year, with only 3 ruined orgasms since; and 2. I am not at all complaining about that fact.
In fact, after our latest incredibly sexy session
while I was telling Mistress K. thank you and that we had been to a couple places together that we hadn't been to before, I made the comment that although my orgasms are now few and far between during the past 18 months or so, the sex I have been lucky enough to be allowed to have has been beyond incredible. I've been thinking about this ever since we discussed it. Thinking about how unlikely it is that I would ever be able to explain to someone outside the realm of understanding the basic dynamics of a FLM, what an incredible and sexually satisfying ride it has been. They'd never believe it .... because they wouldn't be able to. My beautiful, skilled Mistress Wife seems to know exactly when her devoted, submissive husband should be allowed (or required) to orgasm, be it ruined or full. In fact, Mistress K. was so in tuned to having conditioned me to restricted orgasm that when we were in the hottest part of our recent incredible sex, Mistress warned me that she was going to ruin me that day. there was no asking, no negotiating, just a statement of fact from my Mistress of how my sex was going to conclude.
I guess to illustrate my feelings about this, here I am writing a post about how my orgasms are so few and far between .... and .... I'm hard as a rock. Makes me really want to ................
Or ........
It's a little more incredible and less satisfying of a ruined orgasm when Mistress takes me there with ZERO direct stimulation to my penis. I wonder what it's like to entirely own the sex of someone that you love and lust for so deeply. I'm hoping it's as incredible as having someone that you love and lust for deeply, owning it completely.
I love you Mistress.
In fact, after our latest incredibly sexy session
(link to it here: http://subhubphx.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-was-good-boy.html)
while I was telling Mistress K. thank you and that we had been to a couple places together that we hadn't been to before, I made the comment that although my orgasms are now few and far between during the past 18 months or so, the sex I have been lucky enough to be allowed to have has been beyond incredible. I've been thinking about this ever since we discussed it. Thinking about how unlikely it is that I would ever be able to explain to someone outside the realm of understanding the basic dynamics of a FLM, what an incredible and sexually satisfying ride it has been. They'd never believe it .... because they wouldn't be able to. My beautiful, skilled Mistress Wife seems to know exactly when her devoted, submissive husband should be allowed (or required) to orgasm, be it ruined or full. In fact, Mistress K. was so in tuned to having conditioned me to restricted orgasm that when we were in the hottest part of our recent incredible sex, Mistress warned me that she was going to ruin me that day. there was no asking, no negotiating, just a statement of fact from my Mistress of how my sex was going to conclude.
Have I mentioned before that I love ruined orgasms? yeah, I'm pretty sure I have.
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
I guess to illustrate my feelings about this, here I am writing a post about how my orgasms are so few and far between .... and .... I'm hard as a rock. Makes me really want to ................
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
Or ........
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
It's a little more incredible and less satisfying of a ruined orgasm when Mistress takes me there with ZERO direct stimulation to my penis. I wonder what it's like to entirely own the sex of someone that you love and lust for so deeply. I'm hoping it's as incredible as having someone that you love and lust for deeply, owning it completely.
I love you Mistress.
Friday, January 9, 2015
How did your punishment go this morning (by request)
Details of the punishment spanking I received this morning (see blog post title "will be kneeling and waiting" from yesterday as to why), as requested by my friend, Florida Dom:
Yesterday, after Mistress informed me that was to be punished within 48 hours, I texted her and asked if I should be naked, kneeling and prepared to receive my spanking this morning. She texted right back with a simple "yes".
This morning, as Mistress left the house to take the children to school, I immediately got in the shower. i wanted to be sure this body, that Mistress owns and was about to be presented to her, was freshly cleaned and freshly shaved. Quickly but thoroughly is scrubbed my body clean and put a fresh shave on my cock, balls and ass. After my shower I went over and quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up the clothes I was wearing before I got in the shower and straightened up a little. I went into the closet to retrieve her pink, leather paddle. I had every intention of being kneeled, naked and holding her paddle in the palms of my hand when she entered the house. As I was making my toward the door to kneel and wait, she walked in the door. i wasn't kneeling but i was naked and I did have her paddle in my hand. She was very pleased.
At that moment I informed Mistress that I was in a bit of a rush because i was hosting a conference call and needed to get to the office to do that. Depending on the length and severity of the punishment she had in mind, I wanted to offer her the option of having enough time to get what she wanted accomplished, whatever she wanted that to be. There was still 24 hours left the 48 hour window. We had like 6-7 minutes. She looked at me a moment and simply said ... "go to the bedroom".
I walked in the bedroom, faced the door and stood there with my hands behind my back. In 30 seconds or so, she walked through the door toward me and pointed to the ground and said "get on all fours". I did so right away. She retrieved a throw pillow from her chair (the "Throne") that she uses in our bedroom, placed it on the floor and told me to bury my face in the pillow with my ass in the air. I began to worry because for me, this is the most painful position to receive a spanking in because it stretches the skin on my bottom tight. She stood before me then straddled my body facing away from me. In no time WHAP. The first swat came and it was no warm-up kind of slap. She repeated those until i received (guessing) 20-25 hard swats of the leather paddle. It was quick. It was purposeful and it hurt!!! When she was done, she rubbed my hot bottom with her warm hands for about a minute, then said "up", which means I am to kneel before her so I can thank her or my spanking and so she can apply after care. I wrapped my arms around her and pull my face into the favorite part of her body right after I get punished. Her belly. She rubbed my head and told me it was over and that she loved me. Then, she pulled her night shirt up so my face could rest on her bare tummy. Up to that moment, my cock was not hard. It was not a sexually arousing spanking. The she symbolically offered me her bare belly to recover in, my cock got rock hard (love boner) as I wallowed there in my sub space. After another minute she told me to get dressed and go to work. On this day, under my clothes ... my instructions were to wear nothing, including underwear.
When I got to the office and shut off the car, I texted her to tell that my bottom was still feeling it ... and then I said "Thank you".
Yesterday, after Mistress informed me that was to be punished within 48 hours, I texted her and asked if I should be naked, kneeling and prepared to receive my spanking this morning. She texted right back with a simple "yes".
This morning, as Mistress left the house to take the children to school, I immediately got in the shower. i wanted to be sure this body, that Mistress owns and was about to be presented to her, was freshly cleaned and freshly shaved. Quickly but thoroughly is scrubbed my body clean and put a fresh shave on my cock, balls and ass. After my shower I went over and quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up the clothes I was wearing before I got in the shower and straightened up a little. I went into the closet to retrieve her pink, leather paddle. I had every intention of being kneeled, naked and holding her paddle in the palms of my hand when she entered the house. As I was making my toward the door to kneel and wait, she walked in the door. i wasn't kneeling but i was naked and I did have her paddle in my hand. She was very pleased.
At that moment I informed Mistress that I was in a bit of a rush because i was hosting a conference call and needed to get to the office to do that. Depending on the length and severity of the punishment she had in mind, I wanted to offer her the option of having enough time to get what she wanted accomplished, whatever she wanted that to be. There was still 24 hours left the 48 hour window. We had like 6-7 minutes. She looked at me a moment and simply said ... "go to the bedroom".
I walked in the bedroom, faced the door and stood there with my hands behind my back. In 30 seconds or so, she walked through the door toward me and pointed to the ground and said "get on all fours". I did so right away. She retrieved a throw pillow from her chair (the "Throne") that she uses in our bedroom, placed it on the floor and told me to bury my face in the pillow with my ass in the air. I began to worry because for me, this is the most painful position to receive a spanking in because it stretches the skin on my bottom tight. She stood before me then straddled my body facing away from me. In no time WHAP. The first swat came and it was no warm-up kind of slap. She repeated those until i received (guessing) 20-25 hard swats of the leather paddle. It was quick. It was purposeful and it hurt!!! When she was done, she rubbed my hot bottom with her warm hands for about a minute, then said "up", which means I am to kneel before her so I can thank her or my spanking and so she can apply after care. I wrapped my arms around her and pull my face into the favorite part of her body right after I get punished. Her belly. She rubbed my head and told me it was over and that she loved me. Then, she pulled her night shirt up so my face could rest on her bare tummy. Up to that moment, my cock was not hard. It was not a sexually arousing spanking. The she symbolically offered me her bare belly to recover in, my cock got rock hard (love boner) as I wallowed there in my sub space. After another minute she told me to get dressed and go to work. On this day, under my clothes ... my instructions were to wear nothing, including underwear.
When I got to the office and shut off the car, I texted her to tell that my bottom was still feeling it ... and then I said "Thank you".
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Yep, it's that time again
Being Thankful ......................
there are so many obvious things in each of our lives to be thankful for. Our families, our friends and everyone that we love and that loves us.
That being said, I think it is important to say who and what we are thankful for.
I am so looking forward to the future as Mistress K. and I continue to discover the depths of our love and dedication to each other. I am excited to continue to learn and to continue to have my/our limits tested and expanded.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you, my beloved friends, followers and lurkers!
Post Script edit .... I've reached a milestone of sorts. this is my 200th post. yay!
there are so many obvious things in each of our lives to be thankful for. Our families, our friends and everyone that we love and that loves us.
That being said, I think it is important to say who and what we are thankful for.
- I am thankful for my beautiful family. I have the most amazing kids, the most amazing wife and live a life that I only dreamed of when I was a young man, and was wondering how my life would be when i was the age that I am.
- I am thankful for being a completely loved husband in a loving Female dominated marriage with Mistress K., and all of the joy that comes with it.
- I am thankful for having been officially collared by my wife, the beautiful Mistress K. just one short month ago.
- I am thankful that Mistress K. owns my orgasms and owns all my sexual activities.
- I am thankful that Mistress K. is not the kind of Mistress that restricts visual and physical access to her beautiful body.
- I am thankful that Mistress K. loves me enough to correct me with punishments each time she believes it is necessary to do so.
- I am thankful for being kept in constant, voluntary chastity.
- I thankful for the ability to be able to express myself in this blog, and for the it's ability to be able to create new friends along the way. Even though as a group, we are (kind of) "weird", we are a very loyal, lovable and intelligent group and I adore my time spent with each one of you
- I am thankful that each day Mistress decides what I will wear or in my body that will be a constant reminder of my dedication of servitude to her that day.
- I am thankful that today Mistress K. has instructed me to wear both my glass butt plug and my favorite pair of red, lacy thong panties.
I am so looking forward to the future as Mistress K. and I continue to discover the depths of our love and dedication to each other. I am excited to continue to learn and to continue to have my/our limits tested and expanded.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you, my beloved friends, followers and lurkers!
Post Script edit .... I've reached a milestone of sorts. this is my 200th post. yay!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Edging
I awoke this morning at 4:48 am because the dog was restless. Frustrated, I decided I would rise for the day and when I did, I woke Mistress from her slumber. She asked me if I was up for the day or if i intended to go to the couch and try to fall back to sleep. When I told her I was up for the day, wihtout hesitating and mere seconds after behind awakened, she told to go put on some pink lace panties and that beginning at 5am, I was to go into the bathroom every 15 minutes, lower those panties and edge myself, until 16 am. It is 5:53 as I write this and I can tell you that my cock is so eager to cum that it almosr goes of when the light shines it.
I love how my Mistress uses me.
I love how my Mistress uses me.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
The day I was Collared - part 2
.......... Once we arrived back at our beautiful suite, all three of us could feel the excitement building. I might even be able to call it nervousness. I know I was getting a bit nervous, but not at all in a bad way. I had been looking forward to this day ever since we decided we were going to do it 9 months ago. Our officiant seemed a little nervous as well. Although she was fully aware of the nature of our ceremony and what it all meant, and although she had been very excited in anticipation as well, this was going to be the first time she had ever presided over a vows renewal ceremony that was meant to memorialize the official union of a Dominant and a submissive.
We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar. She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony. Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony. She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private. At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing. Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers. Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock. I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free. I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony. In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me. A boy can dream right? Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress. That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that - private.
I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather". I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do. Hence the conversation about the "weather". About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened. I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement. She was stunning.
She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps. She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy. She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly. Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most. Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant. Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment.
We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar. She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony. Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony. She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private. At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing. Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers. Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock. I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free. I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony. In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me. A boy can dream right? Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress. That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that - private.
I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather". I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do. Hence the conversation about the "weather". About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened. I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement. She was stunning.
She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps. She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy. She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly. Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most. Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant. Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment.
She came to and we began the ceremony. The officiant read from her script, which beautifully written and very apropos to our devotion and our lifestyle. It was beautiful. The we came to the part where we exchanged our own vows and revealed them to each other for the first time. A beautiful thing the officiant did in her script was to ask Mistress two questions before i would give her my vows. First, did she want to allow me, as a submissive, to participate in a ceremony that would culminate in the ownership of me by her. She said yes. Then she asked Mistress K. if she would be willing to listen to and consideration vows and declaration of my love and devotion to her, before I was allowed to begin.
Sidebar .... when it came time for Mistress to give me her vows, no such consideration of my acceptance was considered. I loved that.
Once Mistress had agreed to allow me to make my vows, I kneeled before her and handed her one white rose. Mistress K. had previously requested that I do that because she had read somewhere that it was a universal symbol of the act of giving one's submission. On my knees and looking up at the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, I proceeded to her my vows of devotion, love, servitude and ownership. Tears of joy were welling in Mistress' eyes as i spoke my words, which in turned caused me to choke up a little. I stayed strong and finished my vows without any emotional interruption. Then Mistress K. gave me her vows and it was a similarly emotional moment for each of us. (as I've mentioned before, Mistress K. is a very private person and as such, I will not reveal the words that we exchanged in our most intimate time. I'm sure you can imagine though).
When we were finished with our vows, and the officiant was finished with her Benediction, she said "I now re-declare you as Wife and husband and declare you as Mistress and submissive. Amen"
With that, Mistress K. walk over to me as I knelt before her, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her abdomen, which is the symbolic position that we have for punishment aftercare. We held together for about 60 seconds and as she began to release, I couldn't help but plant soft kisses on her belly between her navel and the top of her low cut panties. It is my most favorite part of a woman's body, in particular Mistress's body.
With that we called for a car to come pick up our dear sweet officiant and while we waited, we all hugged and told each other how beautiful everything was. our officiant thank Mistress K. profusely for allowing her to preside over our ceremony. (She knows who's boss, right?)
To be continued ....................
Monday, October 27, 2014
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:
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)
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:
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
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)
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Oh what a night!
When I came home from work last night, I intended to pour myself a cocktail and settle in for a nice, relaxing Friday night. Mistress K. had other ideas about how my night was going to go.
She said, "Here's what you will be doing tonight" ..................... She went on to explain how I was going to be her driver and deliver her to a friends house because there was going to be several women there for "happy hour", and she had decided she was going. Then she said that after I delivered her to her party, I would then be gathering and shuttling kids to place across town for them to have an evening for themselves. The kids would be at this place until 10pm, at which point they would be picked up and returned by the parents of one of the other kids. After delivering the kids, I was return home and prepare myself for the return of Mistress from the party at around 8pm. After properly preparing myself, I was to drive to the party, naked under my loose clothes, and pick her up. She would have been drinking and would be in no condition to drive. By prepare myself, she meant be ready (and more importantly able) to give her multiple orgasms that evening. I also knew it meant that I must be clean, clean-smelling, clean-shaved (face, cock, balls and ass) and to be prepared for whatever sexual adventure Mistress K. was in the mood for when I came to pick her up from the party.
By this time, was fully immersed in subspace. The very idea that I was to do these tasks, then to prepare myself like a slut-in-waiting for Mistress to return from drinking with her friends, and to be prepared for sexually pleasuring her in a yet-to-be-determined fashion, was the reason why I was in subspace.
I'm not going to go into the intimate details of our play last evening because I don't want to cheapen how emotionally important it was to us. I will tell you that I have never been as deep in subspace, as deep in love and as much in awe of the Goddess that owns me as I was last night.
However, the second we walked into the empty house and the second I was in my required naked condition, and present before Mistress K., she did feel the overwhelming desire to do this to me .............
The stated reason she did this to me was "because I want to. Because at this moment, it brings me pleasure to she you be inflicted with a little pain"
She used someone she has never used on me before for a spanking. This wooden spoon ........
She's used a wooden spoon on me before. But not this particular wooden spoon. And it hurt like FUCK!!! I don't if it was the spoon itself, or more the fact that Mistress K. was a little drunk and therefore a tiny bit sadistic, but it hurt like FUCK! The more I whimpered, the more pleasure she was getting from what she was doing. The picture doesn't show it, but the marks she was leaving were the kind that red all around and white in the middle. You know, the kind that really, really hurt?
What an incredible night. The amount of orgasms obtained were plenty. The actual amount unknown for Mistress. For me, it was zero. I thoroughly enjoyed being the one that was expected to be sex ready when Mistress came home from drinking with friends. I enjoyed how it made me feel like her slut-in-waiting. After it was all over and it was time for bed, I asked Mistress if I could keep wearing my butt plug overnight while I slept. She said yes. I was hopeful that it would inspire vivid sex dreams ... I wasn't at all disappointed. I'll try and post about some of those later.
She said, "Here's what you will be doing tonight" ..................... She went on to explain how I was going to be her driver and deliver her to a friends house because there was going to be several women there for "happy hour", and she had decided she was going. Then she said that after I delivered her to her party, I would then be gathering and shuttling kids to place across town for them to have an evening for themselves. The kids would be at this place until 10pm, at which point they would be picked up and returned by the parents of one of the other kids. After delivering the kids, I was return home and prepare myself for the return of Mistress from the party at around 8pm. After properly preparing myself, I was to drive to the party, naked under my loose clothes, and pick her up. She would have been drinking and would be in no condition to drive. By prepare myself, she meant be ready (and more importantly able) to give her multiple orgasms that evening. I also knew it meant that I must be clean, clean-smelling, clean-shaved (face, cock, balls and ass) and to be prepared for whatever sexual adventure Mistress K. was in the mood for when I came to pick her up from the party.
By this time, was fully immersed in subspace. The very idea that I was to do these tasks, then to prepare myself like a slut-in-waiting for Mistress to return from drinking with her friends, and to be prepared for sexually pleasuring her in a yet-to-be-determined fashion, was the reason why I was in subspace.
I'm not going to go into the intimate details of our play last evening because I don't want to cheapen how emotionally important it was to us. I will tell you that I have never been as deep in subspace, as deep in love and as much in awe of the Goddess that owns me as I was last night.
However, the second we walked into the empty house and the second I was in my required naked condition, and present before Mistress K., she did feel the overwhelming desire to do this to me .............
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
The stated reason she did this to me was "because I want to. Because at this moment, it brings me pleasure to she you be inflicted with a little pain"
She used someone she has never used on me before for a spanking. This wooden spoon ........
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
She's used a wooden spoon on me before. But not this particular wooden spoon. And it hurt like FUCK!!! I don't if it was the spoon itself, or more the fact that Mistress K. was a little drunk and therefore a tiny bit sadistic, but it hurt like FUCK! The more I whimpered, the more pleasure she was getting from what she was doing. The picture doesn't show it, but the marks she was leaving were the kind that red all around and white in the middle. You know, the kind that really, really hurt?
What an incredible night. The amount of orgasms obtained were plenty. The actual amount unknown for Mistress. For me, it was zero. I thoroughly enjoyed being the one that was expected to be sex ready when Mistress came home from drinking with friends. I enjoyed how it made me feel like her slut-in-waiting. After it was all over and it was time for bed, I asked Mistress if I could keep wearing my butt plug overnight while I slept. She said yes. I was hopeful that it would inspire vivid sex dreams ... I wasn't at all disappointed. I'll try and post about some of those later.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
It's always good to know.
Not that I ever wonder about my desire, dedication and love for my Mistress Wife, but sometimes there are small little things that happen that confirm my feelings are both conscious and subconscious. Just 5 minutes ago I cleaned the dirty dishes in the sink and emptied the dishwasher. When I was done I was rock hard. I stopped for a moment ant thought about why and it was a subconscious affirmation that I do receive genuine pleasure in giving pleasure to Mistress K., even though in this case the pleasure that she received was subtle.
Before we entered our acknowledged FLM, I used to get what I called "love boners". These were erections that I would get from time to time simply by thinking about the level to which I loved this incredible woman. I wasn't thinking about any sex act with her, but merely the love in my heart for her.
It all makes total sense to be now. Doing the dishes gave me a love boner.
Before we entered our acknowledged FLM, I used to get what I called "love boners". These were erections that I would get from time to time simply by thinking about the level to which I loved this incredible woman. I wasn't thinking about any sex act with her, but merely the love in my heart for her.
It all makes total sense to be now. Doing the dishes gave me a love boner.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)