Yup, We're Still Alive and Still Loving Life

 

Inspired by this woman and her husband, Tom Allen.

Greetings friends.  It has been a while since we all got together here, and man ... I've missed y'all.  There are multiple reasons for my being away since March 2024, but when it's all said and done, I don't have any better excuse other than life has been especially busy.  Those things keeping us busy were both big and small but plentiful.  I don’t know about you, but when things are crazy, it takes some of the energy necessary to write here, and I just didn’t have it.

All that said, things couldn’t be better for us on the life, love, and WLM fronts.  I’m not going to take the time to wade back through all of the previous posts to try and determine where we were/are in our journey, but suffice it to say, it’s better than ever.  I really just want to get back to blogging here about our day-to-day lives and how wonderful our chosen lifestyle has been in our marriage.  I’ll hit some of those as they come to mind.

NO … Mistress K. still does not cuckold me, and she has no desire to do so … yet.  I say ‘yet’ because I always say yet.  I always say ‘yet’ because I know, and more importantly, so does Mistress K., that doing so will always be her prerogative should she someday wake up and want to.  If that were to happen, we would have very lengthy, deeply profound conversations about whether or not we’d go that route. 

She still requires that I am caged 24/7/365.  We each love how being caged full-time has enhanced our WLM, and she has no interest in changing that.  At the beginning of the full-time caging, I would be let to cum.  Since Mistress K. has limited my orgasms to 3-4 per year (usually a ruined orgasm), it wasn’t too much trouble to occasionally remove the cage for the purpose of allowing me to orgasm.  Then, one time, as a reward for good behavior, she let me out of the cage and allowed me to penetrate her, make love to her to the point of full orgasm, unrestricted without having to stop to ask for permission.  It was an amazing treat and something I’ll never forget.  Well, it seems that she felt my behavior after that was subpar, and she was convinced that the reason was because I was let out of my cage for the purpose of cumming.  She decided then that until further notice, my orgasms would only be allowed while I was securely caged.  In other words, exclusively (well, almost) ruined orgasms.  By the way, “further notice” has yet to arrive. 

With that in mind, the default way we have penetrative sex has evolved beautifully.  As a default, we will have penetrative sex one of two ways, and both of them involve one of us putting on the strap-on harness and fucking the other.  The only real reason I believe Mistress K. would even consider fucking another man would be because she wasn’t able to get fucked long and hard like she likes it.  In fact, when Mistress K. made the decision that I would be caged 24/7/365 (mostly), and that my orgasms were limited to only while being caged, the very first question that came out of my mouth was …” Does this mean you are going to fuck other guys?”.  She said absolutely not.  But it did mean that when she wanted to be fucked, I would be wearing the harness and then she would decide which one of her “boyfriends” (dildos) would be fucking her. 

The other way we have penetrative sex is when she pegs me.  As you imagine, being caged at all times and having my orgasms limited to only while being caged, I began to crave prostate orgasms.  As a result, when I get horny, I tend to behave like a wanton slut, begging to be fucked.  Mind you, just because I behave like a horny slut, begging to be fucked, it doesn’t mean I get what I want.  Sometimes, I do, but more often than not, she denies me and makes me wait.  We both always enjoyed teasing and denial, and this style of it has become more normal.  I still have to “earn her cock”, like any good slut does.  On the rare occasions, I am let out of my cage (other than metal detectors, during family events, etc.), it’s usually because she wants to watch me masturbate (without cumming) while she is masturbating or because I am required to masturbate to completion immediately before receiving a really harsh and painful spanking.  Those are the worst!

Speaking of spanking.  YES, I am still soundly spanked for anything I do that displeases Mistress K. in any way.  She doesn’t need a reason to spank me, of course, but I am usually soundly spanked as punishment for being lazy, inattentive, grumpy, or forgetting a ritual or chore.  Example, the other day, I came home from work.  When I walked in the door she was standing there, arms crossed, not happy.  “Take off all of your clothes.  Right there where you stand.”  Once naked, she walked toward our big closet and said, “Follow me.”  Once in the closet she had me place my hands on the island in the middle and put my head down on the cold marble.  She immediately started paddling me with a pickleball paddle that she likes to use for this purpose.  “I am not happy.  Do you know why you are being punished slave?”  No Mistress, I said.  “How many times have I told you that when dry cleaning gets delivered, we DO NOT hang our clothes on wire hangers?  I’ve even told you that the dry cleaning remains hanging here until I can transfer the clothes to the hangers I want to be used, so that you didn’t even have to worry about it.  Yet there they are, put away and hanging on wire hangers.”  She resumed paddling me hard and it hurt.  When she punishment spanks me, she will continue until I tell her that I understand what my infraction was, tell her that it will not happen again, and then apologize to her.  The spanking intensifies and continues if she feels like any of those are insincere.  When she was done I was ordered to stand and face her.  I knew to kneel in front of her, wrap my arms her waist, lay my head in her tummy, apologize again and then thank her for my spanking.  She squatted down so her eyes met mine.  She said that if it happens again, I will be masturbating in front of her till I cum and then get the kind of spanking that only begins when the tears start and then be put to bed early.   ‘Yes Mistress, I understand.’  Trust me, it will never happen again.

That might make Mistress K. seem like a crazy person.  I assure you; she is not.  She had a moment of intense frustration, not necessarily related to the clothes on the wrong hangers, and as is her right, was able to vent on me.

We still have our other beloved rituals.  I’m kept naked in the house when we are alone.  I must deliver coffee to her bedside every morning.  I must ask permission to remove my cage in the shower to clean it and things down there, even though it is necessary.  If she has me plugged, I must ask permission to remove it before bedtime (she doesn’t always say yes).

Anyway, this is getting awfully fucking long, so I’ll end this post here.  I’d love to hear your comments. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody!

Did You Miss Me While I Was Gone?

Mistress has been gone for one week, attending to some family members' needs out of state.  While we were apart, we sent lovey-dovey messages back and forth about how much we missed each other, and stuff like that.  She came home last night.

I was, of course, kept caged while she was gone, which always is a good, constant reminder of her when we are apart.  While waiting for the plane at the airport, she let me know that she was looking forward to giving me some treats when she arrived.  Her plane was late, and she arrived home rather late.  It was a grueling day of travel and all she wanted to do when she got home was to sleep in her bed.

She slept late into this morning.  At around 10:30, I was summoned to deliver her coffee to her in bed, like I do every morning. After delivering worshipping kisses on her face and upper body, she told me to go put on my sexy lace, thong panties.  I returned to her bedside and was told to model them for her.  I love these panties because they perfectly cover my caged cock and feel delicious on my bummy hole.  She dismissed me so she could be alone with her coffee and watch her shows.  

An hour later she summoned me to her bedroom.  She was standing just inside the closed door and when I walked, she immediately turned me around to face the door.  She had hung the cuffs from the top of the door and immediately put me in them.  Then she put a mask over my eyes and walked off.  She returned with a flogger and a paddle.  She kicked my feet apart and started to redden my bottom with both implements.  

She stopped, kissed my neck and ears, told me how much she missed me, and asked me if I enjoyed the treat she had promised upon her return.  "Yes Mistress.  Very much.  Thank you Mistress.  "Your treat is to be reminded of your place in our marriage.  Do you understand slave?"  "Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress."

She uncuffed me from the door and said "Off you go."

Welcome Home Mistress!

How Did We Get Here?

 

Yes Mistress K.  Please.  I do want you to fuck me in the ass so that I can cum in my cage.  You have made me your bitch forever.  Ever since we decided that I would be permanently caged.  

Well, sort of Mistress.  At least when it comes to the rarer and rarer occasions when I am allowed any sort of orgasm.  But it's secondary and not ALL it takes to keep me happy Mistress.

My very favorite thing that keeps me happy Mistress, is being present when you orgasm, especially when you are being properly fucked, for as long and in whatever position you want.  There is nothing sexier than being allowed to share in the orgasms you have for both of us.  

I've spoken about it here before.  Ever since being caged permanently, the focus of desire for my own sexual pleasure is no longer stimulation to my now locked cock.  It has transformed into what now seems like a natural desire for her cock.  

I beg her for her cock like a proper slut.  A slutty girl that just wants to get fucked.  

I have no desire to be uncaged in general anymore, but especially when Mistress K. is fucking me.  Being permanently caged has caused me to often forget that I even have a cock, which is useful when I'm being fucked like her little slut.

This is a relatively new chapter in our evolution as a couple.  So many new opportunities are opened up for us now.  I have to be careful not to sour things by being too eager or begging too much for the sexual things I want her to do to me, but we are definitely moving in a direction neither of us intended before.

I absolutely loved it!  I've only ever cum twice from fucked by Mistress K.  Both times I was in our permanently caged part of our life.  Both times she loved it that I could, and she was amazed when it happened.  She even wondered out loud whether I should be allowed to cum any other way than being fucked.  

Ever since those words, that's all I can think about, and holy shit yes, I would love to be restricted to only being allowed to cum from anal penetration.  I know that it is something I can routinely do because each time Mistress requires me to wear a butt plug, I'm able to feel an analgasm building, but since I am usually at the office or in other vanilla situations, I've had to suppress that desire.

I won't take long Mistress.  I'm almost there already.  

OK, OK, back to reality.  I guess my point here is that our decision to be permanently locked has set into motion a certain number of things that have brought us here naturally.  Obviously, there are times when I am not caged.  When I am not caged, it's only for one of two reasons.  Either we are in an environment where being caged is not suitable for me to wear a cage (sports, doctor visits, metal detectors, etc.), or Mistress K. simply wants me uncaged to tease me, edge me, have me masturbate for her, or yes, even to fuck her.  And, when she is especially pleased with my behavior and wants to give me a special sexy treat, she will allow me to do my very favorite thing in the whole world.  Soaking inside of her. 

Despite all of these words talking about what I want, I have not, and will not, ever lose sight of what matters most in our relationship, her pleasure sexually and in life!  I will always cherish her existence and worship her in a way that makes her feel like she is a true Queen.  Going forward knowing that I am (mostly) permanently caged, and an increasingly higher chance that my only source of an orgasm will come from being penetrated doesn't concern or scare me in the least bit.  Instead, it excites me a great deal.  

Mistress K. has grown and evolved into a woman who has an enormous amount of comfort and joy in her life and continues to down the road of the adventurous road we are on together.  I can't wait to see where she takes us.

Words Matter Even If You Are Just Joking

 

I've always known that words when they are said, leave an indelible mark on the one those words are directed to.  Even when those words are said in jest, or "just joking", which is why I could never get behind SPH or the humiliation of a cuck husband if it was the Wife's desire to fuck other men.  

In our household, I am the one who makes all the money, and we do pretty well.  Some might say very well.  Not bragging or swelling my chest, it's just a fact.  In fact, it's one of the things that makes me happiest in terms of being able to achieve my goal of giving my Wife a blissful existence.

Recently, Mistress K. and I were just bumping around the house, doin stuff, laughing, and having fun, when I made a kidding, joking comment about how she should be nice to me because I make the money.  Boom, her demeanor changed in a nano-second.

Even though I was joking, and even though there was absolutely no doubt that I was joking, she immediately stopped what she was doing, stopped smiling, walked right up to me, and with a finger in my face, very sternly said "You will never say anything like that to me again! Ever! Everything in this house ... everything that exists in any account we have anywhere, is mine!  Everything of value belongs to me!  Do you understand that?"  I gulped and simply said, "Yes Mistress, of course."

She said, "Become completely naked this second."  Then turned to walk to the bathroom, which is where we keep the key to my Jail Bird cage.  When she returned, I was naked and she handed me the key and said "get that thing off."  

"Masturbate to completion! Right now.  Don't stop, don't ask for permission to cum, just masturbate to completion."  Yes Mistress, I said.  There was nothing sexy or horny about it.  Based on her mood and demeanor, it didn't me long to figure out that I was in store for the worst kind of punishment spanking.  The post-orgasm spanking.  Jesus.

Immediately after I ejaculated, she pointed and said "get my paddle."  "Oh please Mistress, not that.", I said.  Mistress K. only uses post-orgasm spankings when she is REALLY unhappy with me.  Why?  Because being required to cum immediately before getting a spanking takes away any sexy or erotic feelings about it.  In other words, there is only one thing to focus on ... the pain of the paddle.  

"You will never entertain those thoughts about our marriage ever again, even if you ARE kidding.  Do you understand?"

She proceeded to give a very hard, long paddling.  It hurt.  I have never been so close to tears while being punished as I was then.

She stopped, left the room and returned with my red thong panties.  "Put these on and return to face the wall."  The paddling continued.  Mercifully it ended shortly thereafter.

She put me in the corner and lectured me about how words matter, and that there are just some things that never get said, even if you think you are kidding.  "There is always some truth to what is said, even if you are kidding.  Now, you will not move a muscle until I come and release you.  You will think about what just happened here."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for my punishment, Mistress."  On her way out of the room, she said "We have guests coming for dinner tonight.  You WILL be on your very best behavior!".  "Yes, Mistress."

After what seemed like forever (it turned out it was actually 20 minutes) she returned.  "Step back and bend at the waist with your legs straight."  I thought more paddling was going to happen but instead, she pushed my glass butt plug in my mouth and said, "Get this wet."  I did.

She pulled it out of my mouth, got behind me, pulled my panties to the side, and told me to spread my cheeks.  She spit on my bottom hole, and gently but firmly pushed the plug inside me.

"Stand up and face me.", she said.  I did.  She was smiling and told me that this was all over, that she felt like she had made her point, and that I was to put my cage back on, get in the shower, and help her prepare for our guests to arrive.

"Yes Mistress. Thank you for my correction, Mistress.  I am very much aware that everything we have in our life is owned by you Mistress. It will never happen again, Mistress."

Goddam, I love this woman!

This Is Never a Problem

 This is never a problem in a loving, functional Female Led Relationship.  Why?  Because it's simply not allowed.  

Part of what makes a functional FLR work is the knowledge that his orgasms just don't matter, and that sex and sexual pleasure (orgasms) is exclusively for her.  If she takes pleasure in spanking him for fun or punishment (or both), fucking him with a strap-on, requiring he give her oral on demand, denying his orgasms for however long she wants (including forever), being told to remove his cage then having him masturbate for her to edge of orgasm, being told to stop and being right back into the cage, etc, so forth and so on ... then those things will happen.

Yes Mistress, very clear!

It's incredibly easy to legitimately enjoy being told this and knowing that it fits you to a T.

The second she finds comfort in feeling this way, she can actually begin to experience the joy of living a life of bliss and comfort.

Well-behaved husbands are rewarded for their service, devotion, adoration and service.

"Good boys get treats."  

Sometimes, very loving and wonderful treats.

Not-so-good-boys get corrected.  It's just what a loving Mistress Wife must do consistently to maintain order in her home.

Do your job boys.  Her ass and body is not going to worship itself.

And most importantly, never forget the basic ingredients to a wonderful existence.