Blue Balls

 

It may sound crazy, but I have the epitome of aching blue balls and I love how it feels!  The dull ache that rests inside my pants is a constant reminder of the object of my emotional, spiritual and lustful desires.

 

On Friday I posted about how Mistress K. instructed me to masturbate to the edge every hour, on the hour, for the entire day.  Right up until bedtime.  I had no idea what, if anything would come of it in the sex play department but I found out as soon as we got into bed.  NOTHING!  Mistress wanted nothing more than for me to cuddle and nuzzle her while she fell quietly to sleep i our marital bed.  I asked if I could have relief then and she quietly said no.  "This is not the time .... now go to sleep "

 

Saturday was a day filled with busy family and parenting stuff, all day and night.  Apart from me walking over to her at various times during the day, to nuzzle in her neck and to tell her that I loved her, there was no physical interaction romantically or sexually.

 

Sunday?  Sunday?  Sunday was quite a bit different.  Mistress awoke about 7:45 in the morning.  When I heard her rise, I scurried to retrieve her coffee as I do every morning.  I handed it her and she was still very bleary eyed and sleepy.  Her long straight red hair was a disheveled tangled mess that half covered her face.  She was wearing her short little nightie that although isn't designed to be sexy but rather comfortable, I think it is sexy as hell.  I held her tight, kisses her face and neck and took in the body aroma that is uniquely her and declared my daily devotion to her.  She then hurried off to the restroom.

 

When she returned, she had shaken off the sleepiness and walked over to me sitting in the chair at the computer and began to kiss my neck.  She reached down and started to rub me through my shorts and gave me my instructions for the day.  She said "beginning at 8 this morning, you are to edge yourself every half hour for the entire day".  She grabbed my face, looked me in the eye and asked me if I understood my instructions.  I said "Yes maam".  "Good boy" and with that she kissed me softly then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the kids.  She got 5 feet away then returned and said "oh, and you'll be wearing frilly panties all day".  She kissed me again and then left. 

 

EVERY HALF HOUR!!!!!  We went to bed at 10:30 that night.  Some quick math will tell that during the day on Sunday, I brought myself to the edge 29 times.  Yes .... 29 times.  She didn't come right out and say it, but she eluded to the fact that at the end of the day that I would be separated from the fluid that was gathering in my balls.  When we finally got into bed (she had to wake me up from the couch), she turned to me and started kissing me softly and saying what a good boy I was.  She started rubbing my soft cock and in no time i was all revved up in anticipation of, well, I didn't;t actually know, but i was certain it would be something.  Would she just drain me to ease the ache?  Would she stroke me until I couldn't hold it any longer and feign being disappointed that I came without permission?  I was pretty certain that she wasn't going to allow me to enter her because she knew that with all of that edging, I'd go off before I was able to get the whole head in. 

 

She stroked me to the edge 3 or 4 more times to the point i was begging her to allow me to ejaculate.  I wasn't asking to orgasm, I was begging to be drained.  She kissed me softly, held my face and quietly said no.  Now is not the time, and then rolled over and instructed me to cuddle her.  For the next 10 minutes I begged, whimpered, begged some more in desperate hope that she would acquiesce

and allow me to drain my balls.  She would have none of it and finally had to sternly tell me that if she had to say no one more time, I would be punished right then! 

 

Which brings us to today.  This morning, i was noticeably pouty about the fact that I was so frustrated about being denied the previous night.  She made a very subtle warning that this sort of behavior was not going to be tolerated ... at all!  I got the message real quick and apologized for being pouty.  A short time later, after bringing her a fresh cup of coffee and while she was facing the mirror putting on her makeup, I knelt behind her, slowly lifted her nightie and placed tender soft kisses on her gorgeous bottom and thanked her for her strength and for allowing me to be owned by her.  She informed that today I was to edge myself every 90 minutes throughout the day and then she handed me the panties that she wanted me to wear for the day.  I took the panties, said "Yes Mistress" and then thank her before leaving her to finish what she was doing.

 

Being in this state of unbelievably constant state of desire has allowed me to remember that it is not at all about my desire, or whether or not i think i should be allowed to cum, ruined or otherwise.  it is all about her and if having do this makes her happy, then it most certainly makes me happy. 

Funny How Things work out and evolve

See this .....

This is a piece of small wood trim that is an excess piece of a small project Mistress K. had me do.  It's roughly 3 feet long, it is light, whippy and very much cane-like.  I know that a cane is round which it what makes a cane especially insidious as a spanking implement.  I have long been thankful that Mistress K. has never wanted to utilize a cane as part of her punishment repertoire.  This "cane", as Mistress now calls it, is resting on an island that we have in our closet.  The thing the stick is sitting on is an island in the middle of our closet that contains drawers,  The top (pictured) is about waist high.  This island is roughly 7 feet long and roughly 20" wide. 

When I finished the project, and had the excess wood trim, in a joking fashion, I presented it to Mistress K. as I sometimes do with her leather paddle, in what I thought was a cute way to tell her I was finished.  She was excited I was finished with the project, took the piece of wood from me, slapped it in her hand a couple of times and immediately ordered me into the closet.  She pointed toward the closet and said "let's take care of your long-pending punishment right now".  I hesitated and was now fearful because it was clear she intended to test-drive her new "cane" on me right then. 

The kids were not to far from the now locked bedroom door and so Mistress took me into the closet and closed it's door as well.  She ordered me to strip naked and to lay face-down on the island described above.  Mistress immediately discovered what a perfect punishment table this island was going to be, especially in trying out her new "cane".  When it was all said and done, with the kids oblivious to what we were doing, but still, just outside the bedroom door ...  and with Mistress having never used something that was so .... um, cane-like,  my spanking was less intense than it could otherwise have been.  Mistress K.'s soft, gentle soul will usually allow her to default on the side of caution in a situation like (discovering something new).  That being said, Mistress and I both knew that a new implement had been discovered as well as a new venue.  Mistress really, really enjoyed having me laid-out there at just the right height for a spanking. 

After it was over,  I was sweating, breathing hard and lost in the subspace that I encounter when I am allowed to hold Mistress and thank her for my spanking after I get one.  As I held her it occurred to me, I wanted for Mistress to take me to the very edge of boundaries when it came to receiving a spanking.  Neither of us know where that is exactly, but something at that moment told me that I needed to tell her that I was hopeful she would be willing to take us on a journey to both discover where my limits actually were.  After my aftercare, Mistress was straightening up and the thought kept nagging me in my head.  Ask her for this now, or you may never have the courage to ask her again. 

With that I went over her and asked her if I could ask her for something.  That's our protocol, if I desire something, I need to ask permission to ask for it, as opposed to just asking for it.  I asked her if I could ask for something ............ then exhaled!  She said yes and I mumbled and stuttered but got the words out.  "Mistress, will you please consider taking me to the edge of my limits so we can both know where that actually is?"  *Gulp ........  "Of course I will y love", she replied.

What's that old saying?  Be careful what you ask for?

Revelaing ourselves

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!

Just returned

Hi everyone.  I hope each of you had a lovely weekend.  Our family just returned from another visit to the mountains of Arizona where we really enjoy going in the summer.  Gets hot in Phoenix in the summer you know!

While there, we stayed with friends and there were kids running about as well.  There was a particular moment where we would have 15 minutes or so of known alone time.  I was in the garage on my way into the house when Mistress opened the door, poked her head out and said "get hard and come put yourself inside".  At first I didn't think I heard her correctly because I wasn't expecting it so when she repeated herself, the getting part was accomplished in about 2.3 seconds.

Once inside, I found her in the bedroom was had just removed her pants and was lowering her panties.  Side note .... seeing Mistress bottomless while still wearing something on top has always been one of my favorites visions of her.  She has such a sexy and hips area and when being bottomless, it is perfectly accentuated.  But I digress ............

Mistress leaned over the bed and ordered me to put my cock inside her.  In instants like this, when something so sexy is unexpected, I can sometimes last for a good long time.  This wasn't one of those times and it wasn't even a minute or so before I had to pull out and fight real hard not to cum, or ejaculate.  As much as Mistress is aware that the orgasm denial lifestyle and frequent edgings that I am subject to do a good job of keeping me in a constant state of arousal, she also knows that it plays hell on my ability to last long enough sometimes for her to get the kind of pleasure she wants in spontaneous moments like this.  She didn't express too much disappointment, but I could tell that she had some.  At least a little.  I offered to put pinky (cock extension) on and give her a good, hard fucking but she felt we were running out of "safe alone time".  She stood up from the bed, turned to face me, kissed me tenderly and told me I was not allowed to clean her juices from my cock. She also said, "we are going to have to work on you lasting longer".  I reminded that not too long ago we were doing cock therapy for this very reason.  You can see some of the posts regarding cock therapy by clicking on "cock therapy" under the Labels section on the right side and at the bottom of the page here.  Basically though, cock therapy was an exercise she would put me through by declaring a certain number of thrusts inside I was expected to complete without stopping and without having to pull out.  Any number less than the prescribed number meant that was how many hard paddle swats I was to receive immediately.  Say the number she gave was 100 and I go only go (nonstop) to 30.  I'd get 70 spanks right then!

She smiled, kissed me again and said, "yeah, maybe we'll start that again and went to the bathroom.  when she returned, she was instantly reminded that I was still scheduled for a 48 (a spanking she declared was due within 48 hours because of an infraction).  Actually, I was due for 2 of them.  Still naked, I was ordered to the close and told to wait.  A few seconds later she entered, fully clothed and  started spanking my bottom with her bare hand.  She's a strong girl and packs a wallop, even with her hand, but Mistress prefers an implement and asked if I had packed her paddle.  After saying no, because she hadn't told me to, she spotted the belt still in my shorts in a clump on the floor.  She immediately pulled the belt from the shorts and proceeded to redden my ass with the belt.  I always my best to remain still because i want Mistress to see me being brave for her paddlings but sometimes the paddle (in this case the belt) stings like a mother and I'll instinctively move away.  After being ordered back into position, Mistress resumed then completed my spanking and had me kneeling on the floor, red assed and naked, for some after care.  She pulled my face into her belly and lifted her shirt so that I could kiss and nuzzle in her belly.  She knows that it is my happy place to be after a spanking.  I apologized for my behavior and thank her for giving me my spanking.  Just I was about to ask Mistress if I could ask her for something special in the punishment department,  everyone starting returning to the house, which require that discussion to happen at a later time. 

What I wanted to ask her was .... while we are in the mountains and when we are with so many others, which is most of the time, when Mistress declares that's a spanking was necessary, could we take a drive into the forest and have my punishment be executed there? 

More to come bur for now, real life needs my attention. 

Tell them ...........

Mistress walked up to me this morning, made me stand and then she took my cock through my shorts into her hand.   "I want you to get on your blog and tell your friends that I am going to fuck you soon".

Unless being given a specific instruction to do so, I wouldn't normally write such a thing here after being told that for fear of "jinxing" the possibility.  The last time I did that, circumstances prevented it from happening.  I assumed it was my fault for assuming.

I am nothing if I am not dutiful, so hence here is the declaration that Mistress told me to make.  I will remain hopeful that this comment coincides with it being Tuesday, which for me is butt plug day.

Have a great Tuesday everyone.

What is it about spankings?

There have been plenty of discussions on blog sites lately about the real value (or perhaps the lack thereof) of spankings, in particular as used as form of punishment, training or discipline.  there have been plenty of lucid, logical and reasonable points and comments made on both ends of the spectrum.  To some, they are valueless and merely are used in order to satisfy one's kink, either for the spanker or the spankee.  Ok, I get that, and at the end of the, all of the opinions expressed are real and valid as they relate to each couples individual circumstances within the confines of their relationship.  On the other hand, none of the comments or opinions are valid if those opinions are intended to dispute an opposing opinion.  They are just that .... opinions.  I'll try to describe mine.

Yesterday morning, Mistress K. informed me that at the end of the day, I was going to be spanked, as a punishment, for the recent transgression of failing to get her coffee for her on Sunday morning past.  As it turned out, life circumstances took over which caused all of the energy necessary to properly execute my spanking, to be drained by the end of the day.  I respectfully asked Mistress if we could postpone my spanking punishment for another time because I was dead ass tired and I could also tell that so was Mistress.  She agreed, but with a caveat ........... that it will be more severe than what it would've been had it been performed last evening.  "Yes Mistress, I understand" was my reply.

When we crawled into bed, I apologized to her for the transgression that earned me the upcoming punishment, much the same way I would've following the spanking had it actually been performed.  I truly do feel regret when something Mistress expects from me doesn't happen.  We talked a little about it and I actually said that I didn't like to be spanked.  I mean, I didn't like the actual act of her pink leather paddle coming down hard on my bare ass.  That part hurts.  I also said that the comfort of knowing that I am to face something that I don't necessarily enjoy (the actual burning sting of that paddle), was something that am so very thankful of and that the joy and comfort I get from knowing that I will face a spanking punishment, completely eclipses any negative feeling I may have about the actual contact of the paddle on my bottom.

I've been thinking about it ever since and have come to the following conclusion.  First an foremost, the very fact that my beloved wife will accept the role of my key holder, my disciplinarian, the leader of our marriage, the owner of my sex and the sole source of not my sexual pleasure, but life pleasure as well .... is very emotionally comforting and something that is very important to me.  I also very much love basking in the ritual of being punished by her paddle.  Being required to voluntarily present my naked body to her, in order for her ritualistically spank my naked ass while I hold still in a required position (whatever that may be), is so very important to me, as well as to Mistress K.  The first time I was spanked had a element of humiliation.  After that, the humiliation evolved into a source of pride and became an important, symbolic gesture of my devotion to Mistress K., every time I was spanked.  Also, and just as important, the emotional cleansing that comes from being spanked as a punishment, and the subsequent emotional that come from the after care, is, well, beautiful.   Mistress K. and I agree that the best thing that comes from using a harsh spanking as punishment is that it speeds the process of "wiping the slate clean" and allows us to go forward without the risk of one or both of us carrying any negative feelings forward. 

Being spanked hurts, and when it is happening, I truly want it to end.  But then, usually when the  spanking is over, I secretly wish that it had been longer and more severe than it was  ... that I had been required to put "more skin in the game" so to speak.  I think this happens because as soon as it is over, the pleasure of demonstrating to Mistress that I am willing to participate in something that I don't logically want to do (spanking), is over.  It's crazy, I know.  It probably explains why when I read stories about submissive husband being required to consume their own cum, I always have two thoughts in my head.  One is .... Gross!  the other is Why do I have an erection?

At the end of the day, I am so very grateful to be subject to punishment spankings from my Mistress.  I love you Mistress.

Back to the glory of real life

I everyone, I missed you all while I was gone.  I was able to go somewhere that I love and to do something that I love to do (fishing).  The place is so remote that viewing the blog was next to impossible, so please forgive me if I am a little out of sorts while I catch up.

I left on Thursday at around noon.  Thursday morning was intended to allow me enough time to prepare everything I needed for my trip and then a couple of buddies that were going with me would be dropped off, then we would go to our destination.  There was plenty of time for preparation and so when Mistress returned from taking the kids to school, I was prepared and waiting for her.  I was freshly showered, freshly shaved, naked and properly waiting for her to walk in the door.  Before she left to take the kids to school, she asked so she knew how much time there would be before I really needed to begin to prepare for my trip in earnest.  

She returned from school, walked over to me, hugged me, kissed , kissed my neck and cooed with me for a few minutes before going into the bathroom and starting a bath.  I always excited when Mistress starts a bath and we are a lone in the house.  It usually means happiness for each of us.  I know that when Mistress is freshly bathed, she loves to have her body worshipped and for me to place kisses all over her body.  She could lay there for hours while that was happening to her.  Frankly, I could do it for hours because it is an honor and a special treat to be allowed to worship her that.  It is not at all a chore.  In fact, I am erect right now just recalling it enough to type these words here.

AS Mistress always does, she became so aroused after quite some time with me worshipping her naked body and she felt it was time to get busy.  She ordered me over to the chair (the "throne") that she usually watches TV in, sits in when she spanks me, and sits in as I kneel before her to ritualistically pleasure her with my mouth.  It is decidedly her chair.  I was instructed to sit and she walked over in great haste, ordered me to close my legs while she straddled me as she impaled herself on the rock hard object of her affection.  Then, she abruptly climbed off of it and moved up my body to straddle my face, pulling me into her by my hair.  She alternated between my cock and my mouth many times before ordering me back to the bed.  Again, she alternated between using my tongue and my cock for her pleasure until she reached an amazing orgasm.  She took only a few seconds to "recover" she looked at me, pulled her legs apart and ordered me to enter here and make love to her.  She left nothing to the imagination when she ordered to me to fuck her hard and to not stop until after I had emptied my balls into her.  She made/allowed me to orgasm inside while fully thrusting and in way trying to diminish or ruin the pleasurable effects of my orgasm.  When I came, it was as loud as I have ever been when having an orgasm.  The unbelievable joy of being allowed, no being required to be between my Mistress' legs and being inside of her body and being allowed the pleasure of cumming inside her was ..... emotional.  Wonderfully emotional.  Being able to look deep into the eyes of the woman that I love the most while cumming like that, is just such a joyous thing.  I so very cherish the loving gift of an orgasm when Mistress allows me to experience one. 

This next comment is one that happens frequently on the rare occasions when Mistress allows me a full orgasm ......... "that was the best, most powerful, almost spiritual orgasms I have ever had".  I'm sure it (or something like it) will be an apt the next time I am allowed to fully orgasm, whenever that may be.

I love you so much Mistress K.  Thank you for owning me.

Away for a few days

Hi gang,

Not that it is earth shattering, need-to-know news, but I'm going to be away until Sunday afternoon with very limited access to this blog or my email.  Please don't think it rude of me should I not respond till then or Monday.

In the meantime, I sitting here, freshly showered and shave, naked and wearing the collar that Mistress used to officially take ownership of me during our vows renewal ceremony in the fall.  She futzing around the house while I dutifully await her possibly having a use for me.

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See you next week everyone.

The afterglow

This is not an actual picture of us this morning, but it very well could've been.   

 

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Mistress and I were cuddling in bed.  I was naked, she was still in her jammies.  She was bring me up to speed on all the activities in our regular suburban existence.  Then, she decided she wanted to have and orgasm.  Not surprisingly, I had an erection.  Mistress got up to go to the bathroom and when she returned, she was wearing only her pj tops and was naked on the bottom.  She climbed back into bed and immediately straddled my body and slowly lowered herself onto me and inside of her.  She was rocking back and forth and was got herself right to the very edge of her own orgasm when I informed her that I was right at the edge and that seeing her actually have an orgasm would send me over the edge.  She informed me that I would NOT be cumming this morning, even a ruined orgasm.  She was forced to stop right as we was about to orgasm.  GUH!

 

She hopped off of me and retrieved her favorite vibrator and climbed right back on top of me.  I didn't take long and she had a really good orgasm.  I felt terrible that my inability to avoid orgasm cause her to have to stop.  I really do hate that.  I want to be the kind of dependable lover she can always count on.

 

Coincidently, we were I this very same position, doing the very same thing while she was recovering for her orgasm.  So as to not leave any doubt, I did not have an orgasm, which is how Mistress wanted it.  As such, it is exactly what I wanted too.

 

I love you Mistress!

Objectification. It's the little things

I was in the shower this morning getting ready to go to work.  Mistress returned from taking the kids to school and stood in the entry to the shower to tell me a story she had just heard on the radio about a cat that was thought to be dead, was buried, then clawed it's way out of the grave and is alive.  It was an interesting story.

While I was washing myself and rinsing my hair under the warm water, she was looking at me in a way that made me feel she really enjoyed what she was seeing.  When we were through talking about the cat story, she reached for a small wash cloth and placed it on the floor of the shower.  She told me put some soap in my hand and then told me to kneel on the small cloth.  I was instructed to masturbate for her.  I was not erect when I was given these instructions but started to masturbate anyway.  She likes to have me masturbate for her, I think partly because she just likes to watch and partly because she likes to allow me to because I no longer am able to masturbate like i did before we entered this glorious life that we lead. 

She said "I don't want to watch you stroke a limp cock.  Get it hard for me."  Even though i was limp, I was at the edge of orgasm.  She didn't care, and repeated her instruction to get it hard.  It was very much like what is expected in a "Devotional Sex" relationship where the man (knight) is expected to reveal his penis and then become erect when the woman (Princess) utters the word "present".  My erection was on it's way, albeit slower than either of us wanted.  The moment she raised an eyebrow as if to project that failure to become erect immediately would result in disappointment, I became hard as a rock!  This pleased Mistress to no end and as such, she lifted the pajama top she was wearing to reveal her breasts and torso and moved toward where I was kneeling, and offered them to me to worship.  I so much love to worship Mistress' breasts and tummy, and especially that part between her belly button and her, um, promised land.  After only a few minutes, she told me to stop, finish my shower and then get ready for work.  She told me (for the 3rd day in a row) to just dress normal under my clothes today.  Since starting our FLM, there has never been a 3rd day in a row that Mistress has instructed me not to wear something.  It's rarely ever 2 days in a row for that matter. 

Did I feel objectified by Mistress during this impromptu little scene?  Yes I did.  Did I enjoy being objectified by Mistress?  YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID!  There is hardly anything I enjoy more than performing sexually for Mistress' viewing pleasure.  I just love it when she tells me to do it, whether it is masturbating while she watches or showing her how I fuck my self with the dildo she has for me.  When it is not something planned like this morning, it is especially rewarding.

Thank you Mistress!

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".

Yes Today

Whereas Mistress declined to allow me to edge myself and finger my bottom while in the shower the day before, yesterday she did allow it.  Check that ... she did require.  OMG, when she told I got so excited like a little puppy that knows he is about to get a treat.  "Not only that", she said as she was walking out the door, "you will wear your glass plug today".   I just looked at her with those .... holy crap I love you eyes.

In the shower I did my required edging and did so with a finger firmly inserted into my bottom hole.  It was wonderful.  I wish my arms were longer so as to make that process easier, but this is how god made.  Still, having a finger inside me while edging is glorious.

After showering and before getting, I went through one of my favorite routines.  Inserting the plug.  Last night while laying in bed, Mistress asked how my 15 hours of wearing my plug went. I told her that it is my favorite constant physical reminder of her ownership of me and of my devotion to her.  Perhaps that is because it presses on my prostate all day, or perhaps it is because it appeals to my ever growing desire to be fucked there.  I replied by telling her that the glass plug was the best sex toy that we have ever bought.  She giggled and said, "well, maybe you think so, but why should I think so?" I joked and said I'd be happy to get it and help with understanding why.  She giggled again and declined the offer.  She wanted to sleep.  

But first, she grabbed my hardening cock.  I had just told her that the part of wearing the plug is the process of inserting it.  She told me to explain.  I told her first, I am naked as I always when receiving instructions from her on what to wear under my clothes on any given day.  Second, it makes me feel like her wanton slut to position myself in such a way to take her anal intruder.  I told that I slowly insert the tip and allow my anus to accept the intruder and then relax just a moment.  Being glass, it doesn't require much lubrication and so in order to help my bottom to relax and accommodate the plug, I will twist it slightly while pressing a little harder.  This relaxes the hole and allows it accept a little more.  Mind you, while doing all this, I am bent over while in a standing position with my right foot on a bench that is about 12 inches high and my head resting on a counter in our closet.  A very submissive position to be in and one that I love.  It presses my desire to be a slut.  Her slut, and I am in this position for the sole purpose of accepting an intruder into rear hole.  Yummy! 

I will continue to ease the plug inside of me as it continues to open me wider and wider.  Once I get to the widest part, I will hold the plug there for a moment or two and just relish in the fullness that it offers.  I have become familiar enough with both my rear hole and the plug that I can always seems to find the spot on the plug that I can naturally hold it in place with my anus at the widest spot, remove my hand from and literally pull it into it final resting place.  My ring securely surrounding the smallish base of the plug, while the widest part rests comfortably inside me.  I love that process.

15 hours later (last night), I asked permission to remove my plug and was told to do just that.  After giving it a thorough cleansing, I put it back in it's designated place in the drawer. 

Until we meet again old friend.  Soon I hope.

Balls Harness (stretcher)

One of my frequent commenters mentioned recently that he couldn't visualize what the "balls harness" or "balls stretcher" looked like, and asked that I post a picture.  Here are a couple:

This one is neoprene and is very comfortable, although it does not have a D-ring attached:

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A different one I have is similar to this except it uses Velcro to close (so it is adjustable) and has a D-ring, to which Mistress can attach a leash to lead me around with, or even a clasp that she can attach to the handle of a drawer (or?) to hold me in place.

Here is another version of essentially the same thing, although again, no D-ring:

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Wearing my balls harness is probably my favorite thing to wear under my regular clothes (other than my glass butt plug).  It pulls and holds my ball comfortably away from my body in such a way that I always aware they are there, and therefore constantly reminded that they are the property of my beloved Mistress.

These pictures have absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand.  They just make me horny  (smile) :

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Have a great weekend everyone.  Submissive brothers and sisters out there, love your Dominants!  Dominants, love your submissives.  We are all so very lucky to have each other in our lives.

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 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!

The Encrypto Virus is a nasty thing

Yep ..... I had it, and it's a nasty thing.  Let me just say thank goodness for Carbonite.

It's the main reason I've been away for a while.  that and the fact that I went on a nice 4 day fishing trip with the fellas.  

I've missed you all while I was gone and can't wait to get all caught up on all of your adventures.  Not much new going on in my world, other than I already fucked up after coming home from my trip by leaving for work with dirty dishes in the sink.   Damn it!

As an aside, Mistress has told me to pay attention to the handle on my underwear drawer.  That's the place that would indicate that Mistress desires to temporarily reverse our roles so that she too can experience the unmitigated joy of sexual surrender and servitude.   In other words, she will submit to me ...... albeit in an acknowledged temporary manner and with previously decided boundries (by her) in place.  If I am lucky enough to play the Dom role with her, I'm certain there will still be a moratorium on cumming for me. 

Glad to back everyone.  "Talk" to y'all soon I hope.

S.H.I.P.

Perfect Morning

What with Mistress' friend just leaving town and a very busy weekend schedule wise, we are finally getting back to a normal schedule.  This morning Mistress suggested that I go in to the office late in order for us to spend some "quality time" together.  That always makes me smile.

Mistress took the kids to school and while she was gone, I showered and got a fresh shave (only my cock, balls and ass - I'm doing the No Shave November thing) and awaited her return.  She returned and immediately walked past me and into the bedroom as I was working (naked of course) on the computer, which is right next to the entrance.  She left the door opened and in a minute or so, I heard "we can start by cuddling.  Come here"  I smiled and immediately rose and dutifully walked into the bedroom to find her laying on the bed, under the covers, I pull the covers back to and climbed in behind her to spoon her.  She was wearing her t-shirt and light sweater still but i was thrilled to see that she was only wearing panties below the waist.  I climbed in and snuggled with her and we just laid there for several minutes.  Then she pushed the covers down and told me "you will rub my legs now.  They are sore".  For 20 minutes or so, i tenderly rubbed her sore legs while she moaned in delight.  I kept trying to remove her panties but she was having none of that!  Then she started to get a little horny so she pulled her shirt up and told me to start kissing her "favorite part" which I know to be her side from her breasts to her bottom.  It was heaven.  I was feeling that familiar urge to maybe even have a hands free orgasm by the sight of her while i worshipped her.  Then she abruptly removed her panties and ordered me to enter her.  It was all i could to keep from coming while she pulled me inside of her.  She sternly said "don't you dare even think of cumming". 

She had me rub on, bite on, kiss on her back and bottom for another 10 minutes when i made an error in judgment.  I slapped her ass.  Harder than I intended.  I will do that sometimes and she will love it.  This was not one of those times.  I must've just done it too hard and she immediately turned, ordered me across her lap and proceed to punish my left butt cheek solely with her hand.  It hurt and I was begging her to stop and telling that I was only trying to make her feel good.  She responded by saying "what, do you mean like this?" and proceeded to punish my ass some more. 

When she was done with the impromptu punishment, she then told me to get the vibrator and return to her in the very same position I was in then, which was me laying on my side, perpendicular to her with my cock buried inside her.  We looked like a large X from above I am sure.  She was particularly happy with position because she could pull me into rather easily while she was working herself to orgasm (rather quickly I might add).  i loved the position because i could view her building toward her orgasm from the side, an angle I don't get very often.  It was magic.  It is always magic to be allowed inside of Mistress to begin with but to be allowed to stay inside of her while she is having an orgasm is almost to much to bear without cumming myself.  Just beautiful.  I was starry eyed in love at that moment.

When she was done, she told me to get out of bed, put in my butt plug and get dressed to go to work.  Mistress will usually ask me what I have in store that day and if it includes meeting or gatherings that include several women, she like to know that I there with a plug in my ass.  So glass butt plug it is.

In closing, Mistress was telling me last night that she and her friend had some pretty intimate conversations about our lifestyle, and her friend's lifestyle changes that she is hoping to incorporate into her own marriage.  The weren't many details of their conversation revealed to me but suffice it to say, I can't wait to hear more.

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.

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.

Wear your cage today

We are going to the resort to day for our celebration.  I took today and tomorrow off from work in order to accomodate our vows renewal ceremony.  When I woke up this morning my instructions were to be showered, shaved and in my cage.

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How long and for what reason I am i my cage is unknown, nor is it my place to question the reasons why.

While milling around the house packing for stay at the resort, Mistress decided that now would be a good time for me to receive one of my two pending punishment spankings.  "Go get my paddle and meet me in the bedroom", she said.   When she arrived, I begged her to be lenient.  She always seems to know just the right time to spank me.  When I'm not expecting and so I go through a very quick spurt of anxiety about what lays before me in the next few minutes.

She began to spank me.  She wasn't even swinging that hard and holy shit did it sting!  I know that there are times when it hurts more than others.  I've had her wailing on me for what seemed like 30 minutes, and I was feeling the sting but was more than able to handle.  Then there are other times, like now, when she is only 5 swats into the punishment and I am already squealing and begging like a pussy for her to stop. 

I still have another punishment that is due to me.  Like I said in an earlier post, I'm not sure if Mistress wants to incporate it into our ceremony, our stay at the resort or just wait until after the whole thing is over. 

Here is sit, on a very tender, red bottom, naked and in my chastity cage, waiting for the time to leave for the resort.  I am so excited.