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.

Annual Physical

Today, I go and get my full annual physical with a new doctor that posted about before here:

http://subhubphx.blogspot.com/2014/09/went-to-visit-new-doctor.html

At my request, Mistress K. will be present for my physical.  Now I know what you are thinking, and that is not why I asked Mistress to be there.  I want Mistress to be there so she can hear first hand the things that the female doctor will be saying to me about my health.  Mistress cares very much about being in the know when it comes the physical health of her beloved submissive husband and frankly, like most guys, I fail to communicate the information shared between my doctor and myself. 

Since it is a full physical, I am sure there will be a moment where my nudity will be necessary and yes, being a man of a certain age, i fully expect to have my prostate checked.  What remains to be seen is whether or not the doctor will feel comfortable enough to allow my wife to stay in the examination room for that.  AS much as I have no intention of turning this into anything sexual, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't fantasize about that. 

Wish me well.  Let's hope the doctor give me (and Mistresses collared and owned husband) a clean bill of health.

Please, will you?

It's been two weeks since our ceremony.  There has been very little anything for us since that wonderful.  Real life has a way doing that and over the last two, that's exactly what happend.  I have been silently longing for Mistress to edge torture me and last night I got my wish.  Mistress had a couple of glasses of wine last night and was feeling a little frisky.  She had been watching TV on her throne in our bedroom when I came and asked her if she wouldn't mind switching places with me.  She could watch TV in the family room, and I could go to bed.  When she said yes, I lowered my pants and showed her that I was still wearing the leather cock-ring with the balls splitter and strap that was held in place by a stout piece of leather that wrapped around my shaft and held in place by snaps.  Anyway, I had worn it all day and presented myself to Mistress and asked permission to remove it before bed.  She said yes and so I slowly removed, almost strip-tease style.  She liked how the whole thing looked and soon she was tucking me into bed. 

Before any of this and before I got into bed, I had asked Mistress this question "if I were to ask you if I could wear my butt plug to bed and sleep with it tonight, what would you say?"  (see what I did there?)  She reminded me that just a few minutes previous that was a wise-ass and such the amswered would be an emphatic NO!

Long story short, even though Mistress was slightly annoyed with my previous wise-ass remark, she  had a couple of super great orgasms with the help of her Hitachi.  I had been beggin her all night to allow me to ejaculate with a ruined orgasm.  She continullay would stroke me while she said that it wouldn't this night all the while warning that if I had an accident that my ass would regret it. 

Mistress is having her monthly blossom moment.  During this time she doesn't want me to get anywhere near her pussy.  It's also the time during which I may (or may not) get fucked by Mistress' strap on.  So ........ I asked her to fuck me.   It's been 3 months since I have taken her strap on and I was feeling so desperately horny and vulnerable.  She said no, that she just wasn't feeling it.  She also said that sometimes (like that moment) that she just gets oo much pleasure from seeing me beg, then denying me the thing that I am begging for.  She told me this while stroking and edging me andthen asked me what I thought about that.  I told her honestly that the mere fact that she would get pleasure from specifically denying for no other reason than she wanted to see me beg, was better than any selfich pleasure i would get otherwise. 

I also reminded her that she gets pleasure from hurting me sometimes.  That she always talks about wanting to draw blood, either from her bites or from heavy spanking.  With that, she agreed and immediatley proceeded to tqake my nipples between her teeth and bite.  Hard!  She knows I hate to have my nipples bitten, even softly, but she didn't care, she was in one of those moments where inflicting actual pain on me was pleasing to her.  So she continued to require me to offer my nipples to her so she could bite them.  She even confessed that once, in a fit of intense passin, she even considered biting the tip off but thankfully thought better of it. 

After edging and denying me a couple more times, she was finally ready for sleep.  I was laying on her, looking into her eyes and dry humping her leg when she abruptly said, "i am done with you, get off and go to sleep".  I continue to hump a couple more times but knew that if i pressed my luck it would be a bad thing.  I got off her, completely and utterly sexually frustrated.  Deep, deep, deep in subspace when she whispered ... "tomorrow, you will wash your body, you will clear out the inside of your body and you wear your plug all day".   Here I am this morning, about to begin that very process.  I love days like this.

Last thing, tomorrow, the one person on this planet that knows of our discrete lifestyle, Mistress K.'s best friend, will be coming to stay with us for a couple of nights.  She has been aware of our lifestlye for nearly a year now, but lives in a different city far away and since being made aware of our lifstyle, hasn't seen or been with Mistress.  You may recall that I posted about how Mistress had a friend that was having marital troubles with her husband and Mistress K. thought FLM would be something her friend could use.  On that day she called me a what seemed like a panic to ask me if it would be ok for her to reveal our lifestyle to her friend in an attempt to help save their marriage.  I said "yes, I trust you" and so she told her bestie everything.  I even had a few conversation with her bestie because she wanted the sub husband's perspective on what a FLM was all about.  In any event, that fried is coming to stay with us.  Oddly, Mistress and I have had zero discussions about her coming and the fact that she is the only person on the planet that is aware of the intimate details of my submission, her dominance and our lifestyle.  It is a situation ripe with many things to consider.  I don't have any expectation that there will be any sex play involving Mistress's bestie while she is here, but I do have an expectation that there will be plenty of conversation.  She is a bold, outgoing type of personality and not the kind to linger and wait for someone else to start a conversation.  Our FLM will be the 800 lb. gorilla in the room.  I fully intend to ask Mistress K. how she would prefer I behave.  Other than the obvious answer of "be nice", I will specifically ask her if I am to avoid all references to our FLM and if a conversation begins, I may participate?  Or, can i originate the conversation because the suspence will be killing me?  We shall see.  At the very, very least, I intend on not embarrrasing Mistress while she is with her friend.

Cock Therapy will return

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I was just informed that the cock therapy sessions that we started (and unfortunately stopped), will begin once again.

If you are unfamiliar with what Mistress's cock therapy program is all about, you can read about it here:

http://subhubphx.blogspot.com/2014/09/summond-to-bedroom.html

and in the two subsequent posts.

I want so badly to be trained to be able to fuck Mistress in the manner she deserves.  Looking forward to my training.

She made me wear my favorite thing under my clothes

On Friday morning, I was about to get dressed and head out the door.  I went to her, naked, to ask what I was to wear under my clothes that day.  She was laying in bed, watching TV.  She summoned me up onto the bed and had me lie next to her and we held each other for a few minutes.  We both love to do this.  She was clothed in her jammies and robe, I was naked.  it was heaven.  Then she abruptly pushed me away, untied her robe and took down pajama bottoms and panties.  Oh boy, I thought, she was going to push my head down there and let me worship at her altar. 

No, she had something else in mind.  I was instructed to get her vibrator and put some lube on the end of my cock.  I did so, and handed her the vibrator.  She turned in on and ordered my cock inside of her.  My instructions were to fuck, but I would not be cumming.  If I felt the urge to cum, I could stop thrusting but i could not remove my cock from inside her.  At all costs, I was not allowed to cum!

It didn't take long before I knew if I kept thrusting I'd be cumming soon so I stopped.  Mistress held the vibrator against her clit and had a massive, beautiful orgasm right there before my eyes.  It was wonderful.  When she was done she told me to clean up the toys and to get dressed.  I cleaned up the toys and before getting dressed I went to Mistress and reminded her that she hadn't told me what to wear under my clothes that day.  She whispered very softly that she wanted me to wear the juices that were ow drying on  my cock from her orgasm.

Thankfully I know better than to wash my cock without permission.

I should've been spanked

On Halloween, we hosted a party for most of the people on our block.  It was blast.  The kids had fun, the grown-ups had fun and everyone got their drink on.  Mistress K. worked her ass off all day to prepare the house for our guests and did a great job.  She enjoys entertaining so even though it is a lot of work, it's something she enjoys doing.  All of the other wives would bring food and things and even though everyone "helps", it's the hostess that carries the bulk of the burden.   Of course I help, and I help by doing what I am told (it's all very vanilla looking whan this happens) but as I said earlier, Mistress enjoys it.

On this particular night, I had too much to drink and fell aslepp on the couch.  That, in and of itself wasn't the problem.  Mistress will often allow me the luxury of falling asleep on the couch.  After the guests left, she went to work putting everything away, cleaning everything up and when I woke the next morning, the house looked like there hadn't been a party the night before.  When she woke up, she pridfully asked if I noticed how clean the house was and of course i said yes.  I had an appoint away from the house on Saturday morning so Mistress told m she was going to sleep in.  Made perfect sense. 

About an hour later I received a call from Mistress.  All that was said was "I stay up late and clean the house and all I leave for you to do is clean 2 pans, and they are still here when I wake up.  You are in big trouble".  With that i started in on my spiral of shame and began to fret what was to come of this.  yes, I knew a punishment was in my future but that is always secondary to the regret that I have when I hear that kind of disappointemnt in the voice of my Mistress.

Before she even woke up, i sent her this picture

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She didn't see it until after she called me about the dirty pans.  When she did see, she texted me to tell me how this made her love me even ore and that now I was off the hook for my pending punishment.  I thought about it and on one hand, great, I am able to avoid having my bottomed burn for something I did.  But ... on the other hand, there would be no absolving of the disappointment Mistress had in me and no punishment for my blatant demonstration of apathy.  Ten minutes later I texted her back to tell her that I felt I still deserved to be punished for what happened.  She did not reply.  Later, when I came home and saw her, I asked her if she got that text and she said "oh, yeah, I got that", but did not make any other reference to it, and as of this writing still hasn't.

Um ........................... I admit, this has me a bit off center.

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.