In roughly two weeks, it will be the one year anniversary of my collaring ceremony. You may recall that on the occasion of our 15th wedding anniversary, Mistress K and I renewed our marriage vows. Those vows one year ago, were directly relative to our life in our loving Female Led Marriage. You can read all about the details by looking into my posts in October, 2014. In short though, it was a deeply emotional ceremony, before an officiant who read from the "good book", witnessed and then recognized our (re)Union.
During the private ceremony, I was wearing only light, silk shorts (for the benefit of the officiant) and my chastity cage. I recited my vows from my knees before Mistress K and the officiant, and accepted my collar from my knees as well. It was a glorious afternoon and evening to be sure.
As i reflect on the coming anniversary, I am so very happy for the growing love and devotion I have for my beautiful life partner. I am just so grateful to this woman who has accepted my submission, my devotion and the ownership of my body and soul. I so look forward to the journey that is the rest of our life together.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
Nervous and eager (update)
In my most recent post, I talked about what it was like to be on the verge of receiving a spanking that I suspected (knew) would be a harsh one. When I wrote it, I was waiting, naked for Mistress to return from taking the kids to school. On this particular day, instead of going right to her office after dropping the kids off, Mistress was going to return home to get ready for work. I suspected then that since I was about to leave town for a long fun weekend of golf and guy stuff, Mistress would indeed give me the punishment spanking that was pending and due.
When Mistress walked in the door I was naked (as I knew I should be) and working at the computer. She walked by trailing her nails across my back and mentioned that she would be spanking me shortly. Gulp! She disappeared into the closet in our bedroom. I could hear her open and close some drawers before summoning me to the closet. I fully expected to be ordered onto the long counter in our closet so Mistress could execute on the spanking.
When I arrived in the closet, Mistress was standing in the doorway pouring lube into her right hand. Without any expression on her face, she ordered me to stand in the doorway and to place my hands on the top of it and do not let them fall. She immediately started rubbing my cock for a few strokes then turned her attention to my balls. She cupped them, rolled them in her hands and continued to massage my aching balls. I was lost in lust. Then it occurred to me that Mistress was milking me. She would occasionally rub the head of my cock with her slippery hand to speed up the process, but concentrated on the massaging of my balls.
Mistress was looking me directly in the eyes, without any expression on her face. She was methodical and determined to coax the semen from deep within my balls. At that moment, and because of the expression on her face, that Mistress intended to give me my spanking punishment immediately following my milking. I begged Mistress not to spank me after extracting the cum from my balls, knowing that receiving a spanking after ejaculation is so much worse. I begged her with everything I had to give me my spanking first and then milk me after.
Mistress would have none of it. She continued to massage my balls knowing that it would be stimulation enough to produce my ejaculate. She remained expressionless and continued in a clinical fashion rubbing my aching balls. After several minutes of begging and pleading, I resigned myself to the fact that my spanking would come AFTER my milking and not the other way around. Standing naked with my arms at the top f the doorway, Mistress silently held her palm in front of my cock. It was her silent instruction that it was time for me to produce my mess into her. As if on cue and from only the stimulation of Mistress squeezing and massaging my balls in her hand, my ejaculate oozed from the head of my cock and into her hand. She continued to squeeze my balls and coax out as much as she could. When the cum stopped oozing in her hand, she abruptly let go of my now-slippery ball sack, she paused and looked into my eyes for what seemed like a long time. For a moment there, I thought she was going to feed me my cum because seemed to be in the mood of making me do something that neither of us want to do. Instead, she walked past me and into the bathroom to wash her hands.
She returned from the bathroom quickly, grabbed my outstretched arm and led me to the bed. Pointing to it she instructed me to stand next to it and bend over the side. I begged her some more not to give me my punishment right then but I'm afraid that only caused her to be more determined. I bent over the bed, offering my bare, sweat covered ass to her for my spanking. She had me stand for an adjustment and that's when she noticed that I had dribbled some of my cum on the freshly washed sheets. Trust me, that didn't help my situation.
For what seemed like an eternity, Mistress spanked me the gruesome wooden spoon with the rounded back. It was awful. I came as close as I ever have to crying from the pain I was receiving at that moment. The combination of the wicked rounded spoon and the temporary loss of erotic desire as a result of my milking seconds earlier, conspired to give me the worst spanking to date. Didn't spank hard. She didn't have to with that spoon. The pain was deep, real and all I wanted her to do was finish. My pleas only seemed to make her want to continue.
Mercifully it was over. My face buried in the bed, panting, sweating and feeling the burn on my ass, I was trying to catch my breath. I didn't dare move, assuming it was over because I hadn't been given the instructions to move. She pulled me upright by my shoulder, turned me around and had me kneel before her for aftercare.
I was milked and spanked hard. I was ashamed, feeling the pain, glad it was over and so very much in love with my Mistress Wife at that moment. After a few minutes, I was instructed to stand, clean up, but the implements away and to get ready for my trip.
I will be working on letting my frustrations come out in the presence of Mistress. I don't want to have to endure that again.
When Mistress walked in the door I was naked (as I knew I should be) and working at the computer. She walked by trailing her nails across my back and mentioned that she would be spanking me shortly. Gulp! She disappeared into the closet in our bedroom. I could hear her open and close some drawers before summoning me to the closet. I fully expected to be ordered onto the long counter in our closet so Mistress could execute on the spanking.
When I arrived in the closet, Mistress was standing in the doorway pouring lube into her right hand. Without any expression on her face, she ordered me to stand in the doorway and to place my hands on the top of it and do not let them fall. She immediately started rubbing my cock for a few strokes then turned her attention to my balls. She cupped them, rolled them in her hands and continued to massage my aching balls. I was lost in lust. Then it occurred to me that Mistress was milking me. She would occasionally rub the head of my cock with her slippery hand to speed up the process, but concentrated on the massaging of my balls.
Mistress was looking me directly in the eyes, without any expression on her face. She was methodical and determined to coax the semen from deep within my balls. At that moment, and because of the expression on her face, that Mistress intended to give me my spanking punishment immediately following my milking. I begged Mistress not to spank me after extracting the cum from my balls, knowing that receiving a spanking after ejaculation is so much worse. I begged her with everything I had to give me my spanking first and then milk me after.
Mistress would have none of it. She continued to massage my balls knowing that it would be stimulation enough to produce my ejaculate. She remained expressionless and continued in a clinical fashion rubbing my aching balls. After several minutes of begging and pleading, I resigned myself to the fact that my spanking would come AFTER my milking and not the other way around. Standing naked with my arms at the top f the doorway, Mistress silently held her palm in front of my cock. It was her silent instruction that it was time for me to produce my mess into her. As if on cue and from only the stimulation of Mistress squeezing and massaging my balls in her hand, my ejaculate oozed from the head of my cock and into her hand. She continued to squeeze my balls and coax out as much as she could. When the cum stopped oozing in her hand, she abruptly let go of my now-slippery ball sack, she paused and looked into my eyes for what seemed like a long time. For a moment there, I thought she was going to feed me my cum because seemed to be in the mood of making me do something that neither of us want to do. Instead, she walked past me and into the bathroom to wash her hands.
She returned from the bathroom quickly, grabbed my outstretched arm and led me to the bed. Pointing to it she instructed me to stand next to it and bend over the side. I begged her some more not to give me my punishment right then but I'm afraid that only caused her to be more determined. I bent over the bed, offering my bare, sweat covered ass to her for my spanking. She had me stand for an adjustment and that's when she noticed that I had dribbled some of my cum on the freshly washed sheets. Trust me, that didn't help my situation.
For what seemed like an eternity, Mistress spanked me the gruesome wooden spoon with the rounded back. It was awful. I came as close as I ever have to crying from the pain I was receiving at that moment. The combination of the wicked rounded spoon and the temporary loss of erotic desire as a result of my milking seconds earlier, conspired to give me the worst spanking to date. Didn't spank hard. She didn't have to with that spoon. The pain was deep, real and all I wanted her to do was finish. My pleas only seemed to make her want to continue.
Mercifully it was over. My face buried in the bed, panting, sweating and feeling the burn on my ass, I was trying to catch my breath. I didn't dare move, assuming it was over because I hadn't been given the instructions to move. She pulled me upright by my shoulder, turned me around and had me kneel before her for aftercare.
I was milked and spanked hard. I was ashamed, feeling the pain, glad it was over and so very much in love with my Mistress Wife at that moment. After a few minutes, I was instructed to stand, clean up, but the implements away and to get ready for my trip.
I will be working on letting my frustrations come out in the presence of Mistress. I don't want to have to endure that again.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Nervous and eager
It's Wednesday morning. I'll be leaving the house to day for a long golf weekend with my buddies but before I leave, I have been told by Mistress that I will be receiving a spanking. The kids are at school, we are all alone and the stage is set for what may very well be a harsh punishment spanking ... because this spanking is for one of the things that Mistress hates the most .... when I get frustrated by vanilla circumstances in life, and then allow her to be subject to my stress, angst or whatever.
Naked, nervous and anticipating my fate, I will often reflect on what is about to happen, why it is happening and ultimately, how lucky I am to be married to the Mistress Wife of my dreams. The fact that she is my Dominant, my Domme, my Mistress and my wife is something that I take so much pride and appreciation in.
I'm also left to wonder if Mistress plans to perform the monthly milking that did not get done on the second Monday of the month, like it should've.
Naked, nervous and anticipating my fate, I will often reflect on what is about to happen, why it is happening and ultimately, how lucky I am to be married to the Mistress Wife of my dreams. The fact that she is my Dominant, my Domme, my Mistress and my wife is something that I take so much pride and appreciation in.
I'm also left to wonder if Mistress plans to perform the monthly milking that did not get done on the second Monday of the month, like it should've.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Mistress is leaving town today
Mistress is leaving town today to spend the weekend in the mountains with her girlfriends. A weekend of no kids, no stress, no worries. Just wine, giggles and girl-fun. I am going to miss her terribly but the kids and I will find ways to occupy our time while she's gone.
The only thing is ............ I am still due for a punishment spanking for not having Mistress' coffee ready for her, about 10 days ago, and I am still on stand by for my milking that was supposed to take place on the second Monday of every month .... this month included. Perhaps she will find time in her rush to get out of town to take care of some unfinished business. perhaps not.
The only thing is ............ I am still due for a punishment spanking for not having Mistress' coffee ready for her, about 10 days ago, and I am still on stand by for my milking that was supposed to take place on the second Monday of every month .... this month included. Perhaps she will find time in her rush to get out of town to take care of some unfinished business. perhaps not.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Edge time
Just now, as Mistress was blow-drying her hair, she summoned me into the bathroom. "Edge yourself", she said. I retrieved the lube and placed the bath mat on the floor behind her and just to the side. I removed my shorts, put some lube in my hand laid down on my back behind her. She said "did I say you could do that?" I got to my feet, walked over to her and asked if I could do my edging on the floor behind her. She grinned and said "yes".
I resumed my position on the floor, laid back, closed my eyes, spread my legs and began to stroke myself, slowly to the edge. After a short time of tenderly bringing myself to the edge, I knew I had to stop. I opened my eyes and Mistress was staring at me. I stood, washed my hands, kissed her neck and thanked her. She thoroughly enjoyed it and so did I.
Off to shower and to insert my plug (it's Tuesday).
I resumed my position on the floor, laid back, closed my eyes, spread my legs and began to stroke myself, slowly to the edge. After a short time of tenderly bringing myself to the edge, I knew I had to stop. I opened my eyes and Mistress was staring at me. I stood, washed my hands, kissed her neck and thanked her. She thoroughly enjoyed it and so did I.
Off to shower and to insert my plug (it's Tuesday).
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
3rd time this year
It happened innocently enough and was not planned. Mistress was lying in bed, in my arms when she realized she forgot to set her alarm. When she reached over to the nightstand, the dim glow of the TV illuminated her naked body from behind. Her naked back and bottom where just too much for me to resist and I lean over and started planting soft little, worshipping kisses on her ass. One of my favorite things to do. I was admiring it and was involuntarily running my fingers softly over the perfect flesh. She let out a soft moan and instructed me to continue. She didn't have to tell me twice.
I continued to worship her body. I was so much in lust for her at that very moment, I asked if I could enter her and she surprised me and said enthusiastically said yes. She rolled over onto her back so I could enter her missionary style. This is my all time favorite position because I get to be face to face with. I love to look into her eyes as I enter her.
I won't bore you with the details but moved in and out of her with an enormous amount of love and passion and when I was near the edge, I informed her that I was close to cumming. She held me, looked me in the eye and said "well cum then". My eyes widened with excitement and I actually said "Really?" When she said yes again, I continued making love to my beautiful wife with deliberate, reckless abandon. Out of instinct, when I was about to come, I said "Mistress, may I cum?". She said "cum for me baby."
I began to orgasm inside of her with what seemed to me to be the longest orgasm I ever had. I was just so beautiful. I was relishing the moment. Savoring every second of it. I was allowed, no encouraged to have an orgasm while inside of her, which as you may know, is a rare thing indeed. I was so deep in love, so deep in subspace, so much in awe of her that I actually had trouble walking afterward.
It was the 3rd real, full orgasm she has allowed me this year and the first time this year I was allowed to cum while on top of her, looking into her beautiful eyes. It was magical. Thank you so much Mistress.
As an aside, this past Monday was "milking day" in our house but because of circumstances beyond our control, it wasn't to be. She reminded me this morning, as I left for a conference out of town, that we still have a milking appointment that needs to happen.
Have a great rest of the week everyone.
I continued to worship her body. I was so much in lust for her at that very moment, I asked if I could enter her and she surprised me and said enthusiastically said yes. She rolled over onto her back so I could enter her missionary style. This is my all time favorite position because I get to be face to face with. I love to look into her eyes as I enter her.
I won't bore you with the details but moved in and out of her with an enormous amount of love and passion and when I was near the edge, I informed her that I was close to cumming. She held me, looked me in the eye and said "well cum then". My eyes widened with excitement and I actually said "Really?" When she said yes again, I continued making love to my beautiful wife with deliberate, reckless abandon. Out of instinct, when I was about to come, I said "Mistress, may I cum?". She said "cum for me baby."
I began to orgasm inside of her with what seemed to me to be the longest orgasm I ever had. I was just so beautiful. I was relishing the moment. Savoring every second of it. I was allowed, no encouraged to have an orgasm while inside of her, which as you may know, is a rare thing indeed. I was so deep in love, so deep in subspace, so much in awe of her that I actually had trouble walking afterward.
It was the 3rd real, full orgasm she has allowed me this year and the first time this year I was allowed to cum while on top of her, looking into her beautiful eyes. It was magical. Thank you so much Mistress.
As an aside, this past Monday was "milking day" in our house but because of circumstances beyond our control, it wasn't to be. She reminded me this morning, as I left for a conference out of town, that we still have a milking appointment that needs to happen.
Have a great rest of the week everyone.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Dreams
I try not to burden people with a recount of my dreams because, well, frankly who cares? But ....
It's not uncommon for me to have dreams that are directly related to my submissive dedication to my Wife. Especially when I am allowed/instructed to sleep wearing my butt plug. My thoughts/fantasies/dreams, when I have them, always include and are centered around Mistress K. and my dedication to her in my marriage. Before marinating in the beautiful lifestyle I am in currently, I'd have sex thoughts and dreams that have included others exclusively but not any longer. Now, like I said, every fantasy/thought/dream about sex is centered around Mistress K. in some fashion or another, even if those thoughts/fantasies and dreams include others as well. It's not something I consciously control (who can control their dreams) but rather that has occurred in me naturally, which I attribute directly to marriage.
Of course many of those dreams are highly sexual in nature, but not always. I had a dream last night that was not a sex dream, although I felt a great amount of passion from it. It was a punishment endurance dream. It wasn't long and not very clear, but it was rather profound. Here goes .....
I was naked and bound in a standing position in a room, facing a wall, nose touching, supposedly somewhere in our home. I could hear noises and everyday "normal" conversation that I would normally hear in my home yet I instinctively could tell I was isolated and nobody knew I was in there. Or they knew but didn't seem to care. It was clear that I was enduring the most grueling and meaningful punishment/disciplinary event I had ever experienced with my Mistress. There were no lights in the room but there were a couple of small windows that allowed daylight into the room. I don't know how I got there. My wrists and ankles were cuffed and attached to the wall, and so was my waist. I was alone. The room was chilly yet I was warm. Then I heard a door opening that sounded like a jail cell door. The room was bathed in more light for a moment and then suddenly the door closed and Mistress walked up behind me. She was in a good mood, clearly happy with how her "normal" day was going outside the room and engaged in pleasant small talk with me as she moved about behind me. As if we were having dinner together.
She grabbed my hair and gently but firmly pulled my head back to whisper in my ear ... "you're doing great pet. You only have 10 hours left. You're doing great." She then gagged me and then proceeded to give me the most severe and intense spanking I had ever received. Nothing at all like anything I had ever experienced before. I was literally brought to tears, begging for her to stop ... but she continued. She wasn't angry. She upbeat, even playful. It didn't appear as though I was being punished for anything specific, yet still, the severity continued. Then she stopped.
She ran a wet cloth over my ass, legs and back, which at first was soothing, then began to sting intensely as if it were rubbing alcohol or something. She whispered in my ear, in a voice that dripped with love, comfort and appreciation ... "I love you so much for doing this for me. For us."
My ass, legs and back burned. She held me tightly from behind, kissed my back gently and then gave me one last intensely painful swing of what was clearly a paddle ... and left the room.
This was not a sex dream. It's not uncommon that I have an erection when being punished, even when it is very intense. There was no erection in this dream. I was left bound, incredibly sore from standing, my skin stinging from what just happened, and yet I found comfort, even smiled a little with the knowledge that I only had 10 hours left to endure what was clearly a test that Mistress felt I needed to be put through. I was scared shitless .... I also felt comfort in my safety.
It's not uncommon for me to have dreams that are directly related to my submissive dedication to my Wife. Especially when I am allowed/instructed to sleep wearing my butt plug. My thoughts/fantasies/dreams, when I have them, always include and are centered around Mistress K. and my dedication to her in my marriage. Before marinating in the beautiful lifestyle I am in currently, I'd have sex thoughts and dreams that have included others exclusively but not any longer. Now, like I said, every fantasy/thought/dream about sex is centered around Mistress K. in some fashion or another, even if those thoughts/fantasies and dreams include others as well. It's not something I consciously control (who can control their dreams) but rather that has occurred in me naturally, which I attribute directly to marriage.
Of course many of those dreams are highly sexual in nature, but not always. I had a dream last night that was not a sex dream, although I felt a great amount of passion from it. It was a punishment endurance dream. It wasn't long and not very clear, but it was rather profound. Here goes .....
I was naked and bound in a standing position in a room, facing a wall, nose touching, supposedly somewhere in our home. I could hear noises and everyday "normal" conversation that I would normally hear in my home yet I instinctively could tell I was isolated and nobody knew I was in there. Or they knew but didn't seem to care. It was clear that I was enduring the most grueling and meaningful punishment/disciplinary event I had ever experienced with my Mistress. There were no lights in the room but there were a couple of small windows that allowed daylight into the room. I don't know how I got there. My wrists and ankles were cuffed and attached to the wall, and so was my waist. I was alone. The room was chilly yet I was warm. Then I heard a door opening that sounded like a jail cell door. The room was bathed in more light for a moment and then suddenly the door closed and Mistress walked up behind me. She was in a good mood, clearly happy with how her "normal" day was going outside the room and engaged in pleasant small talk with me as she moved about behind me. As if we were having dinner together.
She grabbed my hair and gently but firmly pulled my head back to whisper in my ear ... "you're doing great pet. You only have 10 hours left. You're doing great." She then gagged me and then proceeded to give me the most severe and intense spanking I had ever received. Nothing at all like anything I had ever experienced before. I was literally brought to tears, begging for her to stop ... but she continued. She wasn't angry. She upbeat, even playful. It didn't appear as though I was being punished for anything specific, yet still, the severity continued. Then she stopped.
She ran a wet cloth over my ass, legs and back, which at first was soothing, then began to sting intensely as if it were rubbing alcohol or something. She whispered in my ear, in a voice that dripped with love, comfort and appreciation ... "I love you so much for doing this for me. For us."
My ass, legs and back burned. She held me tightly from behind, kissed my back gently and then gave me one last intensely painful swing of what was clearly a paddle ... and left the room.
This was not a sex dream. It's not uncommon that I have an erection when being punished, even when it is very intense. There was no erection in this dream. I was left bound, incredibly sore from standing, my skin stinging from what just happened, and yet I found comfort, even smiled a little with the knowledge that I only had 10 hours left to endure what was clearly a test that Mistress felt I needed to be put through. I was scared shitless .... I also felt comfort in my safety.
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