Chastity - Caged or uncaged, it's a powerful force

In my last blog entry I spoke about a blog that I came across that I really enjoy.  The basics theme of the blog has to do with the real benefits that a couple gets when they live a life wherein the woman is the dominant and the man is submissive, and when the man gives control over his penis, sexual activity and orgasms to the woman in his life.  The benefits for real, long lasting and allow for the man and woman to life a deeply loving and long existence together.

In the beginning of our relationship, Mistress K. had me wear a chastity cage whereas now, I am in complete chastity without the use of a cage.  I'm on the honor system and so far (knock on wood) it has worked.  My ability to refrain from engaging in any unauthorized sexual activity without the use of a cage is something I am very proud of, and something that Mistress K. very proud of me.  We still have the cage, but now Mistress K. will only make me wear as punishment if she is especially disappointed in my behavior.  

Mistress K. and I believe in it so much that we used it as the basis for subtle decorating ideas in our bedroom.  This is a picture of what it looks like directly above the headboard of our bed.  

Clearly the one on the far left need to be straightened.  I'll get right on that.  Every night when I go to bed, I find myself taking a glance at these lock and keys knowing what they represent in my marriage.  I guess its a more subtle way of having the tradition that Notre Dame Football players have when they leave the locker for the field of play.

Maybe it's time to be less subtle and start tapping the pictures before I go sleep every night. 

Nonetheless, enforced chastity of the husband, in whatever form works for you, is an amazing thing.  Something which those that aren't familiar have a hard time understanding why ... until they have the opportunity to either learn more about how it works and why, experience it first, or both. I encourage every man and woman to consider it and to arm yourself with thoughtful, meaningful information about it.  Such as in this blog   https://evolvingyourman.com/

Our Rules ... posted here!

In my last blog post, I mentioned I would ask Mistress K. if I could publish our rules here after we updated them and edited them.  Guess what .... she said YES, and here they are:

Rules:

GENERAL

·         M-K is the Dominant.  The s-man is the submissive.

·         These rules may be amended or modified at any time at the sole discretion of M-K.

·         S-man will be kept in constant chastity to M-K.  Such chastity is expected at all times whether it is voluntarily self-enforced, or M-K has required the s-man to wear a chastity device (lockable cage) that will prevent s-man from touching or otherwise stimulating his penis, obtaining an erection or receiving stimulation directly against penis.

·         The s-man acknowledges that his pleasure is derived from providing service and pleasure to M-K.

·         The s-man shall make every attempt to keep his body in pristine condition so as to further enhance the enjoyment of its use by M-K.  S-man shall submit to physical inspection of any part of s-man’s body, at any time, for any reason, at the request of M-K.   Any failure of s-man to keep body healthy, at the sole discretion of M-K, shall result in punishment of s-man by M-K. 

·         As a default and at all times, when M-K and s-man are securely alone (as determined by M-K), s-man shall be expected to be naked and to be kept naked even while performing normal duties and functions.  S-man shall be expected to become naked and remain so without being asked.  M-K may require s-man to wear something, anything, exclusively of M-K’s choosing, as determined solely by M-K. 

·         In normal life, during the normal course of a regular day, s-man will wear normal clothes.  M-K may require that the s-man wear something in particular under s-man’s “normal” clothes at her sole discretion as she deems appropriate.

·         All s-mans’ orgasms are owned by M-K.  If s-man is to have an orgasm, it will only be because M-K has decided to allow it.  Any such permissible orgasm for the s-man shall be achieved solely in a manner dictated by M-K.

·         S-man is required to see to it that the garage and the cars are kept cleaned and in presentable condition at all times. 

·         S-man will maintain a calm and in-control demeanor,  and work hard to not project that stress to others around him. 

·         M-K will manage and control the release of all semen as M-K deems appropriate, at her sole discretion.  Such release may or may not include orgasm, at the sole discretion of M-K.

·         S-man will be required to orgasm on demand, or conversely, may be denied an orgasm as M-K deems necessary, at her sole and absolute discretion.

·         The duration and sensitivity/roughness of s-man’s sexual performance at the pleasure of M-K is at the sole discretion of M-K. 

·         S-man’s complete body belongs exclusively to M-K.  As such, M-K has unilateral use, control and direction of s-man’s body at all times.

·         Any part of s-man’s body is available for use by M-K at any time, day or night, for any reason including sexual, visual or physical pleasure of M-K, in any way M-K determines.  S-man may be required to perform sexual acts that give direct stimulation to M-K or s-man may be required to perform sexual acts on him for the visual pleasure of M-K.  Any such acts are at the sole discretion of M-K.

·         Any sexual demand/request made of s-man by M-K will be immediately carried out without question and with enthusiasm.

·         S-man is only allowed to have an orgasm, full or ruined when given permission and under the direct supervision of M-K.  When in the presence of M-K, and when on the verge of achieving orgasm,  even a previously approved orgasm,  s-man must still ask for permission to orgasm.  S-man will only be allowed to orgasm if such permission is granted by M-K

·         S-man may not fondle, massage, stroke, rub or otherwise touch or sexually stimulate his penis (except during natural human functions and cleaning) without permission or instruction from M-K.

·         S-man may not fondle, massage, rub, enter or otherwise sexually pleasure his anus (except during natural human functions and cleaning) without permission or instruction from M-K.

·         S-man will wear any accessory or device, externally or internally, M-K deems necessary at any given time, for however long is deemed appropriate by M-K, without hesitation and without argument.  Such device may be anything that might harness or control s-man’s penis or something that may be inserted and held in s-man’s ass. 

·         Any item that may be inserted into s-man’s ass will be at the sole discretion of M-K.  Items may be inserted for a variety of reasons, such as training s-man’s ass;  as a punishment;  as a reward;  as a visual stimulation for M-K;  as a constant reminder of s-man’s dedication to M-K throughout the day;  just because M-K wants to.

·         S-man is required to communicate with M-K about any physical issues that may prevent s-man from performing his duties in the service of M-K.   

PUNISHMENT 

·         The s-man is under the exclusive authority and is the property of M-K. 

·         Finding a punishment that has the desired effect of correcting behavior, is an exercise for M-K to determine, at her sole discretion.  Such punishments shall be determined to be corrective punishment or punishment that is in direct correlation to displeasure of the s-man by M-K, at M-K’s sole and absolute discretion.

·         M-K may determine that regularly scheduled, maintenance punishments will be useful. The type, duration and severity of said maintenance shall be at the sole discretion of M-K.

Punishment may include, but are not limited to the following:  

• spanking, with or without the use of an implement such as a paddle, hair brush, wooden spoon, ruler, riding crop.  Spankings may be administered by M-K in any position she deems suitable, at her sole discretion
• Repeated intense Tease and Denial
• Longer duration of chastity
• Sleeping on floor
• Humiliation, the scope of which to be determined at the sole discretion of M-K

I would love to hear your honest thoughts, comments or questions, good or bad.  We tried hard to keep these rules as a general reference point from which to operate, and not attempt to specifically drill down into the weeds on absolutely each and every point.  That became too tedious.  Besides, at the end of the day, the REAL RULES in our lives are the ones that Mistress K. decides at any given moment.  To that end, in the absence of exceeding any hard, already agreed upon limits, I trust Mistress K. to pilot our vessel to continued and renewed happiness, and would do anything she asked/told of me.

Are we there already?

Are we at that inevitable point in our relationship, where Mistress's pleasure naturally would/should include another man's cock?  Maybe one that isn't prone to erupt in seconds because it has been constantly teased and denied, for weeks on end, like mine can be?  Is it that time in our relationship already?  Is it inevitable?  Am I prepared?

Each of us has our own little worlds that we live in.  We want those worlds to be safe, warm and full of love.  My love for Mistress K. is undeniable and as deep as anything I know and feel.  I want to bring her pleasure in life.  I want for her to have access to and the ability to enjoy, as much pleasure in life as possible.  Not just sexual pleasures, but every pleasure that is available to her.  I trust Mistress K. to be a very good arbiter of common sense when it comes to determining which pleasures she can safely indulge in, and which ones she can't.  For example, there is pleasure in cake and pie.  Mistress K., I suppose, could decide that because eating cake and pie is indeed a pleasure, and because she is in charge of determining what pleasures she can indulge in, she can eat cake and pie as much as she wants without ramifications.  Right?  Of course not, and she, like any rational person, knows that. 

What about sex?  Ah, now that's a different story, right?  I mean after all, Mistress K. is among a select group of people in this world.  Like relatively few others, she is someone that lovingly owns the heart, mind and body of someone else, which of course means that she could have any kind of sex, anytime she wants, any way she wants, simply because she wants to.  She decides the if, the when, the how of sex.  She also is the one that decides the who.  How great is that? 

Like any other group of people, those of us the FLR/FLM world are sometimes subject to what is claimed to be "normal".  Newbies starting out are worried about whether or not they are "doing it right".  Experienced couples ask and are asked questions all the time, about "is it normal for us to do this, or normal to do that ....?"  Personally, I've never been a fan of worrying about where any of us actually do or should "fit in".  I get a bit weary at the natural inclination of people (me included) to constantly try to define everything into narrow definitions.  There are even those that will give unsolicited opinions of how you/we are doing it right or doing it wrong.  I have a commenter who is an anonymous "Mistress".  She will occasionally comment or email me to let me know that until Mistress K. requires me to consume my own cum, we really don't have a legitimate FLM because, well, you know, it's what everyone does in an FLM.  Although she's adamant about, she's pleasant enough and even humorous about it that I really can't take offence to it.  Besides, even if I did, unless a commenter is blatantly, obviously and needlessly offensive, I'll always leave their comments in place.  Thankfully, Mistress K. and I don't feel the need to allow anyone outside of our deep love for each other, to define the parameters that love.

Even though some things are never "always required" to define the kind of relationship Mistress K. and I have, there are undeniable commonalities to a D/s relationship.  Especially a Female Led D/s relationship.  Of course, one of those "not uncommon" things is for the Dominant Female to take on a male lover .....  be it a full-on cuckold relationship, with humiliation, forced bi and other things that serve to degrade and humiliate the submissive male;    or Her taking a random, nameless, faceless male, human sex toy, it's obviously not an uncommon thing in a FLM/FLR. 

That being said, there are many, many monogamous FLM's, and my marriage is one of them.  Neither Mistress K. nor I have previously expressed a desire in the past for a separate male lover to sexually service Mistress K.  We are both very, very protective of the core elements of our love, and would never do anything to risk that.  It's a key reason why we never actually did engage I a threesome with other women when we had the chances in the past.  Safeguarding our love. 

One of the effects on me that has evolved from our FLM is that is I get an ENORMOUS amount of joy and pleasure from seeing Mistress K. having intense sexual pleasure and orgasm.  It is a genuine thrill for me.  It really is.  I've even been able to have a ruined orgasm by simply watching my beloved wife having a orgasm.  I am also so grateful that Mistress allows me to see her have her orgasms.  I know that isn't always the case for many submissive husbands.  Witnessing her having an orgasm will usually put me into immediate and deep subspace.  Our evolution has brought me to now get as much sexual pleasure from her orgasms, as I could get from having one on my own.  It is just that much of a joy to be a part of and to witness my beloved Wife having such pleasure. 

One of the realities of a FLM, is daily teasing/edging, followed by orgasm denial. For many couples, it's a key component in their recipe for happiness.  I know it is in mine.  As such, the male is in a nearl constant state of arousal, which means that he often a hair trigger penis, and can usually come in a matter of seconds when his penis is pressed into service (pun intended).  I'm sure there are some men out there than can do it, ..... that can go from a teased/denied, constant state of edge-of-orgasm arousal, to a porn-star like man that can fuck as long as she wants, and cum on command.  For the rest of us mortal humans, that kind of thing is usually not possible. 

There are times when suddenly Mistress feels the desire to be fucked, good, hard and for as long as she wants. When the times comes, and because of my constant state of arousal, it usually requires some numbing cream, a cock sleeve and waiting time for the cream to numb the cock. Should she have to be concerned about her sub cumming without permission, or worse, having to stop altogether to avoid ejaculation? This doesn't seem fair for any Mistress not to have a hard cock available to fuck her like she wants.

Last night I was having many random, crazy dreams.  In one of them, Mistress K. was getting fucked by another man, she was loving every second of it.  Not only that, I was there, naked, sitting behind her, holding her legs apart.  Not only that, I helped this strange man him fuck my wife by grabbing and holding his cock, and guiding it into her pussy, then watched as he brought intense pleasure from being fucked long and hard.  (In my dream, he didn't have a big, giant cock like that depicted in the picture below, but there are only so many pictures of husbands holding their wife's legs apart so she can fucked, and except for the giant cock, it's pretty much how I remember the scene in my slumbering head. * smile)

Not only that, when recalling that portion of the dream, I got a huge erection, and then I got another huge erection telling Mistress K. about it.  Wait, what?  Did I just say that?  This is something new.

How could this be?  The last time I had a sex dream that included any other man, it caused me to wake up in a panic.  It was one of those .... "oh good, it was only a dream, but I still need some reassurance from you right now" kind of dreams.  And in this particular dream, all she did was barely handle a guy's cock that happened to be lying next to us in bed, for some reason. 

With these things in mind and being a bit jealous by nature, how could I go from near panic about a dream where Mistress K. briefly touches another man's cock, to waking up as hard as a rock and very  aroused because another man fucked her?  How could this be?  I'd say the biggest difference between the two "mind-fuck" dreams, was that the man in my latest dream was merely a faceless, nameless human sex toy.  There was no intimacy between him and my Mistress.  No kissing, no typical cuckold fodder about how I was a useless man when it came to sex.  There was none of that.  He wasn't there to steal her, or replace me in her life in any way.  Mistress seemed very intent on making sure I knew that, during the dream.  In fact, there was a great deal of gratitude and intimacy that was directed solely at me while she was being well fucked by this other man. 

Are we there already?  Are we at that milepost on our journey?  Are we growing up?  Are we growing into our journey?  Oh boy ..........  What's next?

Early Christmas Present

I did some Christmas shopping yesterday.  While I was out I came across this .....

It was in a store that had upscale kitchen items and was in among many other wood utensils.  I bought it for Mistress, and not because she has a shortage of wooden utensils in the kitchen.  It was if it jumped out at me and said "hey buddy, you and I are going to get to know each other very well."  When I went to the counter to pay for it, the middle aged sales lady suggested that I buy the wood oil that is used to preserve it.  She said that after a lot of use in the kitchen, the wood can dry and crack from being used for cooking and washed so often.  I said  "no thanks ... it wasn't going to be used for cooking."  There was obvious innuendo (at least to me) and she smiled just a bit, looked at me for a second, smiled again and continued to ring up my purchase.  I think she had an idea but was simply too gracious to imply anything to a complete stranger.  I thought about telling her what it was going to be used for, but I too am gracious and wouldn't dream of imposing such information on an unsuspecting person.

I gave it Mistress K. immediately upon returning home.  It was a Christmas gift but I didn't want to have to explain to the kids why dad made such a big deal about giving mom a wooden spoon on Christmas morning.

Here is another view:

You'll notice it's curved.  Mistress gave it a "tender, light test run this morning" and was thrilled to discover that the curve of the spoon matched the curve of my behind nicely.  As such, this little gift of love that I gave to my Mistress can deliver two very distinct and different types of ouchy!  I already know from a different wooden spoon that we have that the back side of the curved delivers a concentrate amount of stingy ouchy at the point of impact. 

With the business of the season and other vanilla things taking so much of our waking hours recently, Mistress K. and I have had little time to be together in our natural state.  We both expressed how much we "missed each other" lately and can't wait for the hustle of the season to be over.

Merry Christmas and Happiest of Holidays to all of my dear friends I have made over the past few years.  I can't even begin to tell you how important each one of you is to me, even though we have never met. 

Lock the door

Sunday night.  We had a wonderful family weekend, a delightful family Sunday night hanging with the kids, but by 9pm or so, everyone was tired and was heading for bed to rest up for what will be a busy week.

I decided to stay up to watch the end of Sunday Night NFL game, which ended about 9:30.  The local team won by the way.  After shutting down the house, I headed for the closed bedroom door.  I entered to find Mistress K. laying bed, all cozy and warm, watching TV but fighting to stay awake.  I removed my clothes, stood at the side of the bed and asked permission to enter her bed.  (I had promised Mistress I would always do that, even though she said it wasn't necessary.  Even still, Mistress has said that she appreciates me asking. I have been lax on doing that lately ... I need to better at that).  Instead of saying yes, she said "lock the door".  Those three little words always put a smile on my face.  I locked the door and returned to Mistress's bed. She removed the covers to reveal her beautiful naked body.  She instructed me to cover her body with soft kisses and to continue until I was to stop.  Sometimes that can be 10 minutes, sometimes an hour. 

Covering her body with soft kisses is one of my favorite things in the world to do.  Why wouldn't it be?  She was sleepy and wanted to be worshipped and pampered on her way to slumber.  I began my task with a deep, contented breath.  My cock was swelling at a rapid pace (you know, because this is one of my favorite things to do).   There is just something so wonderful about having my naked Mistress laying before me when all she wants is my mouth on her body.  I had been worshipping her for about 15 minutes. At one point I was just so overcome with lust that placed my rock hard cock against her ass and began a slow grind.  "No!", she said, "continue with the kisses".  I stopped trying to get some pleasure and proceeded to concentrate on the pleasure she was receiving. I am not always certain that Mistress will allow my lips, mouth or tongue to touch or get near her sex parts.  I never know until I try.  So I tried.  I ran my tongue up the crack of her gorgeous ass to see how she would respond.  She responded with a soft whimper and a slight pushback against my face.  So, I went a little deeper.  More of the same.  So I went a little deeper until my tongue rested on her tiny rear hole.  It was apparent that she wanted me to continue, so continue I did. 

I need to tell you that being allowed to worship Mistress K's ass in this way is something that, in and of itself, can cause me to want to orgasm.  This was no exception.  I plunge into a deep state of desire for her when I am allowed to place my mouth there and soon I was shuddering with excitement.  I took a small break and worked my way up her back with soft kisses when she said :get back down there!"  OMG ... I thanked her for allowing me to worship her this way and returned to her bottom hole for more worshipping, all the while being keenly aware that I needed to make sure that I didn't ejaculate from all the excitement.  After 15 minutes or so of this bliss, Mistress rolled onto her back, spread her legs and expected me to know what to do next.  She didn't have to wait long for me to continue my worshipping of her at her alter.

I was lost in desire while pleasuring her with my mouth and I could feel her orgasm building.  Every so often, Mistress would have to adjust my head because my eagerness sometimes causes me to push to my mouth too hard against her.  My beloved Mistress K. had the most wonderful orgasm and pushed my head away when she could take no more.  I rose to me knees, rock hard cock in front of me, eager for attention.  I just took in the beautiful sight of my glorious Wife laying before me in her post orgasm glow.  It was wonderful.  After a few minutes, when she regained her composure, she said "go unlock the door and come back here and snuggle me to sleep". 

When I returned to the bed, I moved in behind her and pulled her sexually satisfied body in close.  I thanked her for allowing me to worship her with my mouth, and for allowing me to witness her orgasm.  She just said, in a very sleepy voice, "you're welcome pet". 

I clumsily asked if I could be allowed a ruined orgasm and her response was "not tonight pet.  We're going to go to sleep now".  "Yes Mistress", was my reply and we both nodded off to sleep with her orgasm still fresh on my face and my rock hard, eager yet denied penis firmly pressed against the most beautiful ass in the world. 

This is a perfect example of how my sex life now is better than it has ever been in my entire life, and there was no chance I was going to be able to have an orgasm, ruined or otherwise.  I am just so in love and in awe of this Goddess, and am always just so grateful that she continues to have me in her life.

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. 

Very simple instructions

Mistress came over to me, naked and having just completed the finishing touches to her make-up before starting her day.  She handed me her empty cup of coffee and said "freshie please".  I refreshed her coffee, handing it back to her and asked if I could kiss her naked torso.  "Only if you are kneeling", she said.  That took less than a second.  She allowed to kiss her tummy and the area just above her pussy for about 30 seconds, then she shooed me away so she could finish getting ready for work.

A few moments later, in the bathroom, I walked up behind, moved her gorgeous red hair away from her neck, began kissing her there and thanking her for allowing me the short period of worship time.  With that, she turned around, grabbed my hard cock in my shorts and led me back to her comfy chair in our bedroom.  She ordered me naked and to get some lube in my hand while she went for her cordless hitachi-like vibrator.  When I returned to the room, she was already in the chair, legs spread and her electric lover was humming away.  I was ordered to kneel and stroke my cock without stopping while she had "sex with herself".    I was at least 5 feet away while she laid back in her chair ad brought herself to orgasm, right before my eyes.

I imagine that if you could've seen my face I probably looked like a cartoon character with hearts for eyes, and hearts circling my head. There is NOTHING sexier than the very vision that was before at this very moment.  I literally could've cum by just witnessing this if Mistress had told me to.  She had her hard, hard orgasm, turned off the vibrator, rested for a moment and told me to clean myself and to leave her be while she got dressed for work.  Of course there would be no orgasm for.  Almost goes without saying .... even so, if it is Mistress' intention, Mistress will always let me know that she will be cumming and will not.

My very simple instructions?  Masturbate for me while I cum.  What a great way to start a Friday and a weekend.

So Powerful

I am so much in love with my wife.  Not just the Mistress Wife that I cherish, adore, worship and obey, but also my beautiful wife.

Just 5 minutes ago, after Mistress emerged from the shower, dried off and put on her pretty panties, she called me into the bedroom and when I arrived, I saw her settling into her Queen chair wearing nothing but her panties.  She told me to lock the door and to come over to her.  A simple instruction to cover her body in soft kisses was all that was said.  Quickly to my knees, I began to cover her body with soft kisses.  From head to toe, lingering around her feet in a deliberate worshipping manner.  One leg was on the armrest and the other was as wide as it could be.  It was kinky, hungry sex ... it was tender worshipping of a beautiful Queen by her loyal, dutiful husband.  Just as it should be. 

Mistress was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic effect my worshipping provided, but that soon turned into lust and desire.  Mistress ordered me to get her wand vibrator and resume my worshipping while she slipped in a couple of orgasms.  Her first orgasm came as I lingered on her inner thigh with my soft kisses and her second, more intense orgasm came as I was curled u and kneeling on the floor, eagerly worshipping her feet.

After her second orgasm she said "I'm done".  She handed me the vibrator to return to the night stand and just laid back in her chair in post-orgasmic joy.  After a short wait, she allowed me to hold her tight during which I thank her profusely for allowing to worship her this morning, and for allowing me witness her having those two orgasms.  What might otherwise been seen as a small intimate moment between Mistress and sub, will in fact be remembered by me as one of the most beautiful and intense connections with my Mistress ever.  I am one lucky boy!

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?

Surprise

Surprise.  "Today you will wear your chastity device", where the words that come from Mistress K.'s mouth after being summoned to her for instructions. 

Mere moments after leaving a comment on another blog about Mistress rarely ever tells me to wear my chastity cage, out of the blue came this instruction.  Here I sit, wearing my chastity cage for the first since we exchanged our vows and Mistress properly collared last fall.

It feels like an old friend that I haven't seen in a while.  A very distinct constant reminder of who owns my sex.  I love you Mistress.

Fantasies

We all have them.  Some deny having them.  Some relish in them, but we all have them.  During the course of my submission in my FLM, my fantasies have evolved.  The majority of them anyway.  I still have fantasies that involve Mistress taking a female sub of her own, fantasies of watching Mistress make love to another woman and just get lost in reckless sexual abandon.  Fantasies about being among like-minded people in a setting where we could openly be demonstrative in our respective roles.  That sort of thing.

I'll tell you this though, one thing that has happened to me (and I couldn't be happier about it) is that every single fantasy that have, in some significant way, includes Mistress K.  Whether it is her instructing me to perform a sexual act of her choosing, for her viewing pleasure or the pleasure of a guest of hers, being taken anally in the presence and full view of others, or being given a punishment spanking, my fantasies ALWAYS include her.  It was something I recognized a few months ago and when it occurred to me, a giant smile came over my face.  I happened naturally. I didn't coerce myself into it because I felt I had to.  It was something that just happened because, I suppose, of the happiness I fell in my love life with my wife.  What a great place to be!

My favorite current fantasy is really quite simple .... to be summoned into the bedroom by Mistress K.  Then to be allowed the honor of being able to worship her entire body with those soft, tender kisses that she loves so much.  When Mistress is satisfied with the adoration that she has received, Mistress would then inform me that I may do whatever I wish sexually with her, with zero restrictions on what it is I choose and no restriction on my ejaculation or orgasm.  I would choose to lay her on her back, spread her legs, look into her eyes and hold them there while I slid myself inside of her.  I would thrust slowly at first, never once removing my eyes from hers.  Then, gently, firmly and with all the love in my heart I would continue to make love to her without stopping, our eyes never leaving each others, right up to and past the point of orgasm, emptying me seed inside of her.  Boring ... I know ... but OMG so hot!

What fantasies are in your head right now?  I'd like to know.  It could be a fantasy that might likely happen, could maybe happen, will never happen but is still a fantasy, or ???  Please friends, let me know.

Off to the cool rainy mountains again this weekend.  Some but limited access to this blog there but at worst, I'll "see" you all again on Monday.  Have a great weekend everyone.

She was reading my blog .......

The past two mornings, before starting her routine for getting for the day, Mistress K. sat in her Queen chair in our bedroom, cup of freshly poured coffee next (that I had just brought her), opened up her iPad and did a little reading on this blog.  I don't mind telling you what a thrill I get when Mistress will take the time to read my blog. 

A few moments later, Mistress called me into the room.  I didn't know why ... I assumed she needed her coffee warmed up.  I walked over to her and she sent me back to the bedroom door to close and lock it.  There were kids in the house still sleeping.  "Get some lube in your hand", were her instructions and with that I removed my shorts and my rapidly hardened cock sprang forward.  I went into the closet and placed lube in my hand and returned, standing in front of her.  She pointed to the floor and said "kneel there".  I kneeled .......  "Masturbate for me" were her next words.  So while she continued to peruse my blog and read the comments from my dear friends and readers, I slowly, methodically stroked myself with my right hand while my left hand went behind my back. 

She gets a little caught up with my thoughts here (although there is months worth of posts that she still hasn't had the time to read) and gets to see the comments left by my fiends and readers.  For example, she asked me "Who is K in New England"?  I asked her if she remembered me telling her about a small group of submissive wives that I had become close blog friends with, and how they had essentially accepted me as one of their submissive "sisters".  She said she did and then mention that K was one of those sisters.  She giggled and thought that was adorable.  She then went "Ewwww" when reading a comment from Mistress A. who suggested in a comment on my post "Eve of Milking Day", that I be required to consume my cum on my monthly milking day.  She went on to suggest that she knew that even though I have said it is not something that is appealing to either Mistress K. or me, that it was something that I wanted to be required to do anyway.  Mistress K. asked me "you don't want to do that do you"?  I said, those are her words Mistress, not mine.

I was in heaven.  Dutifully kneeling there while she sipped her coffee and read by blog.  (Did I mention that I so much love it when she reads my blog?)  I sat there in awe of her as she sat so confidently in her chair, reading my blog.  I wondered what she was reading and what she was thinking of what she was reading, never once ceasing to stroke my cock for her.  I went through at least a dozen trips to the very edge of orgasm while she continued her reading, letting out moans of delicious agony as I struggled to continue to stroke myself while simultaneously struggled to avoid having an ejaculation. 

Suddenly she said "go get my leather paddle".  I thought this was it.  I thought the dreaded, anticipated, significant punishment was about to happen.  Instead, Mistress had me stand in front of her and while continuing to stroke myself, she played with my ass and her paddle.  I instinctively knew that this wasn't the punishment I have anticipating with some dread and fear, and she confirmed that to be the case.  "No, I just wanted to have a little fun is all".  During this "play" spanking, Mistress discovered a way to be able to add a little extra sting with her paddle with a particular angle.  It's just an added bonus when Mistress can unexpectedly discover something new with our dynamic that she can use in the future.  After about 30 swats or so, she handed me the paddle, had me put it away and then told me to wash my hand, put my shorts back on and return to her.  When those things where completed, I returned to her, kneeled in front of her as she sat in her throne and she extended an arm to me, pulling me into her so I could relish in her tenderness.  I so very much love those moments after a paddling, even play paddling's like I had just received.  The words "thank you for my spanking Mistress" involuntarily came from my mouth and upon those words, she pulled in closer.

Shortly after, she excused me so she could continue her reading uninterrupted.  I am so in love with this woman!

Milking Day

Hi everyone ... I hope you are all having a great week so far.  It's Wednesday morning and I have just come from the bathroom where Mistress was getting ready to go to work.  She was fully dressed and applying the finishing touches of make-up to those gorgeous eyes of hers. 

I was summoned into the bathroom with her.  "Masturbate for me", were the words that fell from her lips.  There she was, beautiful, dressed and ready to leave the house and rule the day.  I removed my shorts and started to masturbate behind her and off of her right shoulder.  She kept me masturbating for longer than normal.  When she could hear from my moans that I was getting close, she said "beg me not to let you cum".  I proceed to beg her because I was really close, but it wasn't convincing enough for her.  "Beg me like you mean it", she said, making me wonder if she was gong make me cum.  Then she told me to stop.  Standing, rock hard, my cock glistening from the lube, I waited motionless while she continued to apply her make-up.  "Continue", she said and continue I did.  I was held at the torturous edge of orgasm on at least 10 different occasions until she finally said "you are done.  Go wash up".  I was summarily dismissed.

All that on the heels of an exciting milking day Monday evening.  For those of you that don't know, Mistress has installed a ritual in our life that calls for me to milked on the second Monday of every month.  This past Monday was the second Monday of July.  The ritual requires that I remind her of my pending milking the day prior and the morning the milking.  Failure to remind her results in a sever punishment spanking.  Calendar management is very important here.  *smile

I reminded her Sunday and then again Monday morning.  She was pleased that I did as I was instructed.  On Monday evening, after putting me to work on several items around the house, Mistress told me to remove the glass butt plug that she had me insert hours earlier, and for me to get in the shower.  I was instructed to let her know when I was done preparing myself.  After my shower, I combed my hair, brushed my teeth and put a dab of her favorite cologne just below my belly button. 

I came out to the family room to report I was prepared.  She accompanied to our bedroom and told me to strip and to wait in her Queen chair, then disappeared into the bathroom.  She emerged wearing nothing and walks right past me and into our closet.  The vision of her naked body at that moment was almost too much to bear.  She emerged from the closet with the strap on harness that goes on her thigh and ordered me out of her chair.  She took a seat and unceremoniously put the condom covered dildo into the harness and secured it on her thigh.  I was instructed to go lube myself and retrieve her wand vibrator.  When I returned I was treated to one of them most beautiful, sexy vision I have ever seen.  She was naked, harness installed on her thigh and she had slid to past the edge of the seat in order to allow me to straddle her cock covered leg.  I handed her the vibrator.  Before turning it on she said "put yourself on my cock".  Facing her and with her looking into my eyes, I lowered myself onto her cock to the soft humming of the vibrator against her beautiful, smoothly shaved pussy.  It slipped right in without any hesitation or discomfort.  Like it belonged there. 

It was heaven.  Riding her cock while being able to watch her give herself an orgasm.  She was encouraging me by saying "come on babe, let's get you drained".  A few minutes later, while she was on her 3rd (?) orgasm and I was methodically riding up and down on her rubber cock,

she grabbed my cock, pumped it twice and expertly knew that my cum was about to cum out.  Slowly, it began to ooze from my cock and onto her leg and belly.  She used that energy to have yet another orgasm.  Then she asked ... " are you empty".  I said, "I don't know for sure bet I believe there is more in there".  I reached behind, held my own ass as I resumed riding up and down on her thigh.  I was soaking it all in.  It was just so awesome to be before, fucking her strap on like a slut while she eagerly awaited another round of cum from my desperate cock.  A short time later, more came out and covered her thigh and belly. 

It was kind of like a ruined orgasm but not really.  There was pleasure for sure, but it was non-orgasmic pleasure.  It was more of the kind of pleasure that naturally comes for me by presenting myself to Mistress, and in this case performing for her by riding her cock like the ass whore I want to be for her.  She was magnificent in her dominant demeanor.  She was tender and loving but at the same time, very business like.  After all, we weren't there for tender love making.  We were there to drain the semen from my body.  That being said ........ OMG, it was wonderful.  The best part?  Being able to watch Mistress bring herself to several orgasms.  Oh yeah, the being fucked by her cock-wearing leg was nice too.  *smile

What did you wear?

Sitting at the computer this morning, reading the news, answering some email, Mistress walks over and leans into my ear and asks "what did you wear yesterday?"  I replied "nothing Mistress because you didn't tell me to wear anything".  "48 hours"!  She went to say "that's not how it works my love.  You are required to inform me each day that you are about to get dressed so that I can decide what you will wear.  Remember?"  Yes Mistress, I replied.

On this day, I am wearing panties and the glass butt plug that I wear every Tuesday.  I just Mistress a text that said the following:

"I apologize for not letting you know that I was about to get dressed yesterday. Even though I am not looking forward to the ramifications of that, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you hold me to my responsibility. Thank you for that."

It's these small moments of appreciation for all the hard work that Mistress is willing to do to keep our rituals and lifestyle relevant.  Without moments like these, the basic responsibilities can become taken for granted.  Thank you Mistress for preventing that from happening.

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!

Punishment Spanking on my mind

Over the past few days, I've had punishment spankings on my mind.  Not fantasies (well not all fantasies), not questioning it use or importance in my life with Mistress K. (I never have a single doubt about), but more along the lines of how and in what context.

I told Mistress K. about a very short dream I had the other night that mostly included a spanking wall.  We were somewhere (I don't know where) and we were with people (I don't know who) that we were with in a banquet room (I don't know why) eating dinner or something at a table that probably sat 10.  The chair next to me was empty (Mistress K.'s seat I presume) but the rest of the table was full.  Oh, and I was naked and wearing a ball harness that is basically a Velcro secured piece of rubber that wraps around the base of my balls and separates them from the rest of my body.  Mistress will sometimes have me wear this under my clothes.  Also, it has a "D" Ring attached to it.  Even though I was naked, it didn't seem at all out of place.  I was engaged with everyone else at the table in witty banter when all of a sudden Mistress comes up to me, grabs me by the ear, pulls me to my feet and begins to scold me for something.  I don't what for though.  She is NOT happy (thank God it was just a dream).  She attached a leash to my balls harness and roughly pulls on it indicating that I should follow her.  She leads me into a room and on the far wall there are three hooks.  Two of them are high and have cuffs attached to them and the other on is the same height as my balls harness.

She leads me to this wall, still obviously not happy with me for some reason.  She secures my wrists in the cuffs and attaches them to the hooks in the wall.  It fully stretched my arms and body although my feet are still comfortably on the floor.  She attaches my balls harness tightly the third and by doing so, it pulls the entire front of my body flush and tight up against the wall.  I'm scared shitless.  Not because it appears that I am about to get a punishment but because she is obviously not happy with, I mean really, really not happy) and I don't know why.  Standing there, securely bound and pressed to the wall, she whispers behind me in an obviously angry voice .... This is going to test your boundaries, your devotion to our marriage and your courage.  With that she left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving me all alone in that position.  Then I WOKE UP!

When I woke up I was so relieved that it was a dream because I never, ever want for Mistress to be angry like that toward me.  I told her about it briefly and we haven't had any time alone to discuss it further other than for her to say "I like the sound of that wall".

Then, when browsing this morning, I came across this story from Femdomous:

http://www.femdomous.com/femdom-sex/one-orgasm-two-spankings

Take a moment and read it.  It's a fantasy site that has all kinds of Femdom stories, but I mostly like it because there is always a sexy drawing accompanying the story.  This story happened to be about what I believe to be the absolute worst kind of punishment spanking there.  The dreaded post-orgasm story.  If you are a submissive man, and have ever been required to an orgasm immediately preceding a harsh punishment spanking, you know what I am talking about.  It's the worst!

Mistress K. has done this to me on only 2 occasions in the past.  I can tell you I high degree of certainty that is never something I want to have happen to me again.  Did I mention it was awful?

Submissive men .... do what you are told and behave yourselves soyou can minimize the chances of this ever happening to you. 

Dominant Wives/Women  .... if you ever want to really emphasize the punishment part of a punishment spanking. this will do it.

I'm pretty sure that these two things are a primary reason that I have had spankings on my mind the last few days.  Oh, that and the fact that Mistress owes me 2 punishment spankings.

FLR coming into their own

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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. 

It's time to be spanked again

I was out of town on a business trip last week for 3 days.  Unlike earlier in our marriage, being apart from Mistress K. is a rare appearance these days.  I just don't travel for business much anymore, which is a good thing.

I was in Miami and one day I went deep sea fishing.  On this particular day things were hectic and I just simply failed to communicate with Mistress K.    I texted her in the morning and let her know that I was about to go fishing and she responded by telling me that she thought it was awesome that I had a chance to go.  Long story short, several hours later she received a picture of fishing activities and then for the next 6 hours, she received nothing.  We had a banquet to attend at the conference I was at and on the way back to the hotel, traffic and other issues caused for us to return late.  I had to rush to shower, shave and put my suit and then hurry down to the banquet and schmooze with the other attendees.  Standing in the shower, I was thinking to myself .... I am beat and wish I didn't have to go to this dinner.  My phone battery was dead, so I left it on the charger and heading down to the ballroom.  Knowing I didn't go to Miami to sleep, I "pressed flesh and kiss babies" like I was running for Mayor or something.  When it was over (I actually left earlier than most and avoided the inevitable "let's go to the bar and get hammered" group that was forming.  I got back to my room, flopped onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes.  I was beat!

I was awakened by the beeping of the phone which turn out to be a number of texts from Mistress K.  At this point she was not happy that I had not checked in to tell her that I hadn't fallen into the ocean or some other miserable fate.  Shortly after I woke, the phone rang and Mistress K. read me the riot act for allowing her to worry like that.  She said that my not checking in with her after my return to the shore, and before going to the banquet was not acceptable, that she was not happy and in the stupor of deep slumber I heard her say emphatically .....  "48 hours from the moment you get home". Then she hung up the phone after telling me that she was glad I wasn't dead.  Of course that means that I am to receive a punishment spanking within those 48 hours and that it is my responsibility to allow time and a space for that to happen within those 48 hours no matter what!  Failure to do so will elevate the punishment to whole different level .... the kind of level that neither of us wants to have happen!  This 48 hour period expires tonight (Sunday night) at 11pm, so I am certain that I will be sent to bed with a sore and red bottom.

That's not all.  The day after I returned from my trip, I asked Mistress a question about her job that was snarky and wise-assey.  Immediately before leaving for my trip, Mistress had scolded me about my being snarky sometimes when I communicate with her, or in the way I ask her questions.  "Another 48 hours" was her reply to my snarky question.  That 48 hour period expires at 10pm on Monday evening.  It looks like Monday evening will be busy because recently Mistress introduced a new ritual that will be a part of our life into the future, until future notice.  From now on, the second Monday of every month will be "milking day".  On milking day, I am required to remind Mistress on that morning that it is milking day.  I am to remind her again in the afternoon and that I am to see to it that it happens on that, which means clearing any obstacles (family or otherwise) that may conflict with our new ritual.  It's going to be a busy Monday for sure.

Forgive me for being "off the grid" the past several days.  I have so much reading and catching up to with all my blogging friends and others.  It's good to be home!

A stolen moment

It was Saturday (yesterday).  One of our kids had a friend over and the house was filled with the joy of children at play.  We had a kid's sports related event to go to at 5pm, followed by a gathering of the team at one of the parents house.  At around 3:30, the kids ended up going over to the friend's house before going to the event.  Mistress put them in the car and ran them over.

Then, at 3:50, this text string began ... MK: "Lover, get naked.  I will be home in a few minutes.  I want a glass of ice water waiting",  SHIP:  yes Mistress   MK:  Are you empty?  SHIP:  Not really   MK:  Can you be in the next 5 minutes?   SHIP:  Yes   MK:  Do it.

Mistress arrived.  I was naked and empty.  I just love being told to be naked in order to greet her when she comes home.  She came into the house, put her purse down and started kissing me passionately, rubbing her hands all over my exposed body.  She confirmed that I was "empty" and then pointed to the bedroom and said "in there ... go".  Once inside, she removed her pants and matter-of-factly instructed me to get the thigh harness and whatever I wanted to put into that would end up in my bottom.  

She told me to hurry because we didn't have much time.  While is was in the closet getting the harness and the dildo that would fuck me, Mistress retrieved her wand vibrator.

When I returned, she was sitting in Queen chair, vibrator in hand and instructed me to kneel between her legs and install the harness on her left thigh.  She promptly scooted toward the edge of the chair.  I put a condom on the rubber cock and slid it into place in the harness, and then secured the Velcro harness to her thigh.  She spread her legs wide, turned on the vibrator and placed it on her panty covered clit.  She pointed to the cock sticking up from her leg and said "come on, get over it and lower yourself on to it".  I straddled the rubber cock, smeared lube all over my bottom hole and it, positioned it at it's intended target and lowered myself on it.  Mistress was rapidly approaching the first of two orgasms she would have as I slowly lowered myself onto her cock.  After just a few seconds to allow myself to comfortable accept the intruder, she ordered me to fuck myself on her cock.  I moved my and down while watching her have an incredible orgasm.  The sight before me and the realization that this actually happening to me had brought me to the very edge of orgasm.  It was so hot.  I felt so very objectified and as you know, just witnessing Mistress having an orgasm can almost produce an orgasm for me and with my ass filled, facing her and witnessing an especially fast and strong orgasm, I was right there.

After her orgasm subsided, Mistress ordered me to place some lube in her hand.  I was almost whimpering at the prospect of her slippery hand on my cock while all this was going.  I was certain that her hand would take past the point of no return in seconds.  Seconds later, while she was stroking me, telling me to fuck her cock and warning me not to come .... I begged her to let go because I was a second away from not being able to control it.  She did let go and just then, clear pre-bum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her thigh.  Her eyes got huge, thinking I had disobeyed her allowed an ejaculation without permission.  I took every ounce of strength I had to prevent that from actually happening, but in the end it was only clear pre-cum. 

My thighs were killing me but I was still bobbing up and down on her thigh, fucking myself when she put the vibrator back on her panty covered pussy.  I asked her if I could turn, facing away from her while fucking myself on her leg and she said yes.  I came off of the rubber cock, turn facing away from, held the cock at my bottom and lowered myself back on it.  In this position, Mistress got a front row view of the cock going in and out of my ass and in seconds was having a second massive orgasm.  After recovering from her orgasm, she told me to stop, get off of her cock and clean everything up and put everything away.   Ughhhh!   I was just getting started but the clock is also an un-yielding Mistress.   I cleaned everything, put everything away and hastily left to the kids sports event.  I was wanting so much more so very badly, but also wallowing in the appreciation of the treat Mistress just gave me.  Later, after the sports event, I returned to the house to pick Mistress up for the after event.  She was naked and had just completed showering and putting on her makeup and was about to get dressed, but before doing so, came right up to me and said ... "you may worship me for a few seconds before we go" while pushing me to my knees.  She had just put a fresh shave on her pussy and it was as smooth and as beautiful as I have ever seen, felt or tasted.  After about 30 seconds, she pulled away and told me to get ready for the party. 

Thank you Mistress!