It's The Worst - Don't let it happen - You aren't allowed

 

Living in Phoenix, you cherish the opportunities to leave in the summer and go somewhere cool.  The southern California coast is perfect.  It's close and above all ... it's cool and beautiful.

For the past 5 days, that's exactly what we did.  We took our (grown) kids and went to visit some old, dear family friends that live on the beach in So Cal.  Our kids are friends with their grown kids, so after we arrived, they all had things to do.  We stayed in a ridiculously expensive hotel right on the ocean.  After being with our (vanilla) friends all day, we'd retire back to our hotel.  It was awesome.  The room was literally right on the shore, so we could sleep with the window open and hear the waves crashing all night.  It was perfect.  

Since it was a vanilla weekend, we had to limit our sexy time to only when we were in our room.  Also, the stainless steel cage was left at home.  Mistress K. would tease, edge, deny repeat each of the nights, finally culminating in me being allowed to soak inside (here).  She knows I just love soaking.

We were soaking for quite a spell, and it was amazing.  There was so much love, so much lust, that all of a sudden it just came over me and I knew I was going to cum and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  My choices were ... just go with it, pump away and cum inside of her, and hope she would be benevolent and understand, or pull out and ruin my impending orgasm on her tummy ... and still hope she would be benevolent and understand.  

Knowing that she isn't often fond of having a gooey mess inside of her that would ooze out all night, I pulled out and let my mess pump out onto her tummy without thrusting (to maintain the ruined orgasm).  I was so deep in subspace, in awe of her and so much in love.  It was amazing.

I apologized profusely for my unauthorized ejaculation.  Ejaculating without permission in our marriage is a BIG, BIG NO-NO.  She was amazingly sweet, loving, and understanding.  She held my face and told me how much she loves how I love her, while she tenderly kissed me   It was beautiful.  We laid there for a few minutes and then I was told to get a towel to clean the mess. (The night before I told her that sometimes I wish that I was required to always have to consume my mess as part of a standing rule in our marriage.  She said "gross."  A post for another time I suppose).

After cleaning the mess, I started to walk back toward the bathroom, when she said, "STOP RIGHT THERE!"  A lump formed in my throat.  She said "at first, I was going to delay your obvious punishment for this severe infraction because we shared such a beautiful moment, but then I realized that it would lessen the impact of your disobedience.  She placed pillows on the bed, had me lay over it and proceeded to harshly spank me with her sandal.  It hurt like hell because getting punished after cumming, even a ruined orgasm, is the absolute worst!  (here)  The absolute worst!

When it was all over, I was grateful.  Not only that it was over but that my beautiful Wife had the courage and resolve to maintain the proper order of our marriage.  I wasn't spanked to tears but it was close.  I squirmed and rubbed it for a long time before I was able to finally go to sleep.  

There are some infractions that are just more severe than others.  I vowed at our Collaring Ceremony that I would never spill my seed without permission and supervision, and I violated that vow.  

I love you Mistress K.  

Another unexpected treat

 

Mistress K. and I are traveling in Southern California, with our grown kids.  We're having an absolute ball getting out of the 119 degrees at home.

Since we aren't alone, sexy time isn't guaranteed or even likely.  We're staying a suite so she and I have our own bedroom. The walls are rzor thin so still, no sexy time.  However ... if I promised to not make any sound ... she would allow me to soak.  

Soaking is a symphony of pleasures and frustrations.  That said, I am grateful.  Thank you Mistress.

It's The Little Things That Make All The Difference

Hello old friends.  It's been a while since I've posted, and I've received a few messages from old friends who may have worried about Us/me.  I get it.  I tend to worry about my kinkster friends that I haven't 'seen' in a while too.  Anyway, if you are interested, all is well in our Kingdon, or Queendom, ruled by the beautiful Wife, Mistress K.  She is as gorgeous, sweet, and living her best life as ever.  Her loving husband is as in love and as devoted to his Queen as ever.

Truth be told, we've just been super busy with real-life stuff like 2 college kids, 3 elderly parents, and regular everyday life.  Also, I'll admit that I have been distracted by Twitter (come see me there). To those of you that have reached out to express concern or to say hi, thanks for caring enough to check in.  We couldn't be doing any better.

OK, enough of that.  Back to "The Little Things That Matter."  

Mistress K. and I were apart this past weekend.  I was in the Arizona Mountains fishing, golfing, and having beers with the fellas while Mistress K. stayed in the Valley of the Sun to take care of some much-needed errands she wanted to accomplish.  When I arrived home Monday evening, She let me know that She was particularly pleased with the manner in which I communicated with her while we were apart, which made me smile and feel great pride.  Then Tuesday afternoon, while Mistress was tending to a few needs of our grown children, She texted me to say that she was also especially pleased with my behavior since arriving home, then sending this text:

"Good boy! Now this evening when we are home you will have 5 minutes with me."

I didn't know exactly what that meant, but I do know that those words sent me pridefully and directly into subspace.  I wanted so badly to reply to her text and ask her what she meant, but I knew better than to ruin it by badgering her with questions.  Instead, I simply replied, 'Thank you Mistress.  I'm very excited."

I didn't really know what it meant but I felt confident that it was something good.  Did I earn a pegging?  A ruined orgasm? A full-on real orgasm?  A maintenance spanking?  A punishment spanking? (I was hoping not).  I was excited AND a little nervous.  

It turned out to be something little. Hence the title.  

The anticipation of the unknown had my head spinning.  We had worked pretty hard during the day (helping the kids), which got us home around 8pm.  We ate dinner.  She was on her throne in our bedroom watching her show, and me on the couch watching baseball.  A text arrived.  "Come to my room."  Standing before her on her throne with anticipation, she said, "clear my dishes, repour a glass of wine." Wondering and hoping she didn't forget my "5 minutes", I handed her a refilled glass of wine.  "Thank you, lover.  Now leave me."  When I got to the door, she said, "Stop.  Come here."  I returned to her throne, standing before her.  "Bring me my body lotion."  When I returned with her lotion, she said, "Lower your panties" 

(*see below for further detail as to why I was in only panties.)  

I thought she was going to have me lotion and rub her feet.  Instead, she set a five-minute timer on her phone, showed me, then squirted lotion in her hand.  She closed her lotioned hand into a circle and motioned for me to push my now rock-hard cock into her hand.  "You will make love to my hand.  Not fuck it, but you will make love to it as if you were inside of me, looking into my eyes.  You will not stop for five minutes, and you will most definitely not cum or ejaculate, so I'd pace yourself if I were you."  'Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress.'

My panties were lowered to just below ass.  Standing there, I asked permission to remove them before she started her timer.  She denied that saying "It looks sexy to see you, panties lowered just so, fucking my hand like a good boy."  

While looking deep into her eyes and asking permission be able to nuzzle and kiss while I performed this task (permission granted), I centered my rock hard cock to the opening of her hand and slowly pushed it in and began to make love to it (her) as if it was our wedding night. (here and here).  

It was simple.  Standing there, panties at mid-thigh, ordered to edge myself by fucking her stationary hand for five minutes, without cumming, while she sat in her chair.  This was my reward for being a "good boy."   And it was FUCKING amazing!  Staring into her eyes while performing my task/treat, I was deep in subspace and lust.  DEEP!  

The timer expires, and her phone beeps.  She removes her hand and says, "That's enough for tonight.  "Leave your panties where they are and bring me a towel for my hand."  After handing her the towel, she told me to turn around so my ass was facing her.  She said, off "Open your legs and show me your slut hole."  She proceeded to wipe off the excess lotion on my hole and cheeks.  That lasted only a few seconds, but fuck, it was super-hot for a husband that was just edged for 5 minutes while deep in subspace.  I pushed my eager ass in her direction, hoping she'd teased my hole with a finger, but she said "Not now you hungry little slut. You've already received your treat tonight."  She handed me the towel, told me to pull my panties up, and said "Now leave me to watch my show.", shooing me away with her hand.  A little thing yes, but holy fuck ... I'm still in heaven and subspace.  I am so in love with this woman!

*Why was I in panties:

Mistress imposed a new rule in our house.  When we are alone I will only ever be in my chastity cage or in a pair of my thong panties.  Only either one of those options for me exists.  Of course, she can always decide which of those will be, but if there is not a current standing order from her, I am allowed to choose.   So far I've chosen probably 75-80% cage and 20-25% panties.

I Missed an Important Text

13 years ago, when Mistress K. and I entered into the beautiful wife-led love affair that we have now, then again 8 years ago during our collaring ceremony, I pledged to dedicate my life and my efforts to being attentive to her needs, and just as importantly, her desires.  It was then and is now the cornerstone of our beautiful marriage together.  

This morning my phone beeped with a text notification.  I looked and to my disappointment I noticed that Mistress K. pinged a text she sent at 1 in the morning, long after i had gone to sleep.  It read simply:

"Wake me at 9am.  Hot cup of coffee in only red panties kneeling bedside - Don't disappoint.

To my horror, it was 9:25am and it was the ping that brought my attention to her middle of the night text.  I immediately went in to apologize for being inattentive.  She was sitting up in bed and none too happy.  "I'm so sorry Mistress, I didn't notice the text until now", I said.  She was not having any of it.  Sitting up, arms crossed and stunningly naked, she said "make it happen!  Now!

I immediately got her coffee ready, stripped naked, put on my red thong panties, went to her bedside, kneeled and presented her coffee to her.  

Still not happy she said "Get your paddle!".  I returned with the paddle, and she proceeded to make the necessary correction to my forgetfulness and behavior.

It hurt!  Mostly because it has been a while since I was last paddled, and before that it had also been a while.  It hurt!

I thanked Mistress K. for my spanking, and thanked her for loving me.  She allowed me to nuzzle and kiss in her neck for a bit and then return the paddle to it's place in her drawer.

Really, some of the best, closest, most loving moments we have is immediately following a punishment paddling.  Thank you Mistress K.  I love you!

Ruined Orgasms - Femdom Think Tank

One of my favorite bloggers, Mz Kaylee, just posted a wonderful blog about ruined orgasms.  You can find it here.

I have been a huge proponent and lover of ruined orgasms for years, and I believe this blog entry is excellent.  I hope you'll take a look. 

"You Will Be My Sex Slave Today"

She whispered that me this morning when I was summoned bedside when awoke earlier than usual.  "Remove your pants and make it hard for me." "Stroke it for me." "You are going to be my sex slave today.  I don't know what means yet, but that's how it is going to be.  Put some panties on."

She massaged by hard cock through the lacy material of the panties with beautiful, warm hand.  "Leave me now.  Be ready when I call for you."  Yes Mistress, I said ... and left the room.

90 minutes or so later, after she woke up again, I was again summoned again.  "Pull your panties down just enough to expose your cock and ass.  Get hard ... now.  Hand me my vibrator."  She told me to lay on my side and had me enter her in the T-position.  Read about that here.  She gave herself 3 orgasms, then summarily dismissed me from the room to fetch her phone, her reading glasses and the remote for the TV.  She was settling in to watch episodes of Sex in the City.  I returned with the items I was sent for, thanked Mistress K. and left her to watch her show in peace.

In the meantime, I will continue to stand by at the ready.

Christmas Morning

Since we had a houseful of company last night, Mistress K. did not want me bumping into anyone accidentally with my cage, so I was told to remove it.  I was allowed to go to sleep without putting it back on.

I went in the bedroom this morning, like I do every morning, to see if Mistress K. was ready for her cup of fresh, hot coffee.  She was groggy and all snuggly warm under covers, sleepy eyes, adorable as fuck.

She pointed at my shorts and then to the floor as if to say that is where my clothes should be.  

Naked, she commanded me to get hard.  

Took but a second.  

She removed the covers, scooched to the edge of the bed, opened her legs and pulled me inside of her.

"Let's soak for a bit."  For those that don't know, soaking is where I am allowed inside of her but there are NO thrusting movements, or any movements for that matter, allowed.  Just peaceful, beautiful loving canoodling, kissing and expressions of love.  It was heaven!

After a few minutes she slid back to the middle of the bed and commanded me back inside her for more soaking.  After 10 minutes or so of blissful soaking, I asked if I could cum.  The answer was no.  

Another 5 minutes of soaking then she said, "Go get my coffee."  I thanked her for the unexpected Christmas morning surprise and treat and off I went.  

What a beautiful morning!