First and foremost, Happy Father's Day to all of you father's out there!
Last night, Mistress and I were at a party. Well, it was a party for one our kids' sports team and so is was an obvious strictly vanilla setting. The other parents there are all pretty close friends of ours so we had a great, casual time. Even though it was a "team" party, there was adult beverages and the typical conversation and fun by the parents in such a casual setting.
At the end of the night, after most of the guests had left, we were saying our goodbye's to our friends and the hosts, hanging around in the kitchen. It was 10pm and there was a frying pan on the stove and it was obvious that it had been used to cook eggs. I asked at what time did she cook eggs during the party and she said that it was a frying pan that her husband used to eggs ..... that morning. She went on to say that he will do that and leave the pan out, presumably for her to clean up. She will often just leave it there for however long it takes for him to notice that it is his mess to clean up, even if they had been preparing for a party all day, and even when guests for that party begin to arrive. Then she said she will often just clean it herself out of frustration.
Without hesitation, Mistress K. said "Hmmm, yeah, I don't do dishes in my house." Her comment immediately drew the interest and praise of the 3 other wives in the room. The hostess asked, kind of jokingly it seemed, "was it always that way or did you have to train him?". Mistress K. said, "oh no, I had to train him." There were giggles all around at what appeared to be double entendre and everyone laughed it off, but there was a definite air of hmmmmm, what does this mean. Then the hostess asked if the training was by using a rewards system, to which I immediately replied, "rewards and demerits", which seemed to raise a palpable aura of intrigue. She actually asked, kind of nervously, kind of eager to know .... "what kinds of rewards and demerits?". Seeing as how maybe we might be getting a little close to a slippery slope, smiled wryly and said "you probably don't really want to know, so ........... " Everyone laughed it off and there was no further references to it.
When we got and the kids were in bed, I mentioned to Mistress that we edge closer to the subject of a FLM in public than we had ever been before. Mistress said "yeah, I know. And I liked it". Again this morning, after Mistress arouse and was presented with her cup of coffee from me, and while I was nuzzling her neck and wishing her good morning, one of the first things out of her mouth was a slightly nervous, slightly excited comment about how she enjoys revealing our lifestyle. My equal nervous and excited reply was to giggle and say "yeah, me too".
Now, neither of us would really allow our lifestyle to be revealed in a setting like we were in last night because they were all people that are very close friends and people we socialize with n a routine basis. It won't happen with them. But .... Mistress and I both felt the excitement of being closer than we ever have been to being revealed in a public setting. Do this mean that a hope and dream of mind to be openly submissive to her in a non-private setting, in full view of and under the scrutiny of others, is more likely now someday than before? I hope so!
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
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.
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.
Friday, November 7, 2014
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.
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.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Who in your life knows about your blog?
I came across this blog entry that deals with how the identity of private, intimate blogs can get revealed: faerie learns to fly: It Slipped Out. In it the blogger talks about actual people in your real life knowing about the identity of you blog, and therefore having a glimpse into the most private parts of your life.
Way back, in a previous post (too lazy to try and find), I wrote about how Mistress called me in an urgent hurry one day because her BFF was having some issues with her husband in her marriage, and Mistress K. thought she/they would be a good candidate for FLM. Because of our mutual desire for discretion, Mistress K. wanted my permission to reveal our lifestyle to her friend. It took me about 2.3 seconds to give her all of the approval I could muster. I don't actually know why I did it other than I guess the whole idea of someone else in our lives, someone we could trust with discretion, would know about my submissiveness to my Wife, and know about our lifestyle. It appealed to the exhibitionist nature that I have so I did not hesitate giving my Mistress my approval. I even offered to allow this friend to be able to call and talk to me about her things if she wanted a perspective from the submissive husband's point of view.
Well, that conversation eventually did happen and we talked about all kinds of things. Why did I want this in the first place? What was in it for Mistress K? Is it really possible for me, an otherwise overly dominant person in the vanilla world, to be truly happy being a submissive husband ......... that actually gets punished by being spanked on my naked ass? We talked all through those things. An hour and a half later, when it was time to say goodbye, I revealed to my wife's friend that I had a blog that had very intimate details about my life and my marriage to her dear, dear fried. I didn't tell her the name of the blog because I didn't want to force something on her that she didn't want to know in the first place. I told her that the blog exists, and if she wanted to read it, I'd gladly reveal it to her. She was intrigued, thought about for a moment and said "you know, let me think about that for a couple of days". She eventually declined to know the identity of the blog because she felt, at least for now, the intimate details of my marriage to her best friend did not need to be revealed for her to contemplate her own FLM journey with her husband.
As they say, the shit is out of the horse and she knows enough about our relationship to qualify her as being in the know. If she felt she needed, or even just wanted to know the identity of the blog, I'd be good with that.
Way back, in a previous post (too lazy to try and find), I wrote about how Mistress called me in an urgent hurry one day because her BFF was having some issues with her husband in her marriage, and Mistress K. thought she/they would be a good candidate for FLM. Because of our mutual desire for discretion, Mistress K. wanted my permission to reveal our lifestyle to her friend. It took me about 2.3 seconds to give her all of the approval I could muster. I don't actually know why I did it other than I guess the whole idea of someone else in our lives, someone we could trust with discretion, would know about my submissiveness to my Wife, and know about our lifestyle. It appealed to the exhibitionist nature that I have so I did not hesitate giving my Mistress my approval. I even offered to allow this friend to be able to call and talk to me about her things if she wanted a perspective from the submissive husband's point of view.
Well, that conversation eventually did happen and we talked about all kinds of things. Why did I want this in the first place? What was in it for Mistress K? Is it really possible for me, an otherwise overly dominant person in the vanilla world, to be truly happy being a submissive husband ......... that actually gets punished by being spanked on my naked ass? We talked all through those things. An hour and a half later, when it was time to say goodbye, I revealed to my wife's friend that I had a blog that had very intimate details about my life and my marriage to her dear, dear fried. I didn't tell her the name of the blog because I didn't want to force something on her that she didn't want to know in the first place. I told her that the blog exists, and if she wanted to read it, I'd gladly reveal it to her. She was intrigued, thought about for a moment and said "you know, let me think about that for a couple of days". She eventually declined to know the identity of the blog because she felt, at least for now, the intimate details of my marriage to her best friend did not need to be revealed for her to contemplate her own FLM journey with her husband.
As they say, the shit is out of the horse and she knows enough about our relationship to qualify her as being in the know. If she felt she needed, or even just wanted to know the identity of the blog, I'd be good with that.
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