We tried something new (kinda) last night

Everybody wants it, even though it might be rare.

In a previous post, I detailed how Mistress K. used her authority and skill to immediately resolve a situation.  You can read it here.  In doing so, she created an atmosphere of subspace-inspired compliance and service that has made the last few days a joy to be a part of.  Mistress was being served and tended to supremely, and there was harmony and balance in the house.

Other than to take the garbage cans to the street, and to answer the door to accept our take-out delivery, I have been kept naked (wearing only my steel cage) 24/7, for 2 days in the house after my correction spanking Saturday night.  Last night we were watching one of our shows ('The Diplomat' with Kerri Russell).  As the third episode in a row was coming to a conclusion, and after both Mistress K. and I each commented on how sexy Kerri Russel is in this role (rawr), and as the 3rd glass of Rose I had poured for Mistress K. sufficiently began to loosen her inhibitions, Mistress K. got because she had to pee.  

When she walked past me on the other couch, she stuck her perfect ass out and said, "Spank it".  I did.  She then said, "Really, is that all you've got?".  So, I spanked her harder this time.  Still wasn't enough. By the fifth or sixth swat, each progressively harder than the last, it was obvious that she was horny, in a rare submissive mood, and was eager to ramp things up a bit.  

Mistress has told me in the past that she expects me to be able to pick up her sometimes not-so-subtle clues that she wants to be dominated, without having to verbalize it.  When that happens, she expects me to take her, and dominate her in a way that leaves her satisfied, whatever may happen to mean at the time.  I took the risk and determined this was one of those times she wanted me to be the Dominant one.  To take her and "make" her submit to me.  Having spoken about the rules of engagement in the past, I dove right in.  Head first.

I stood up, clasped her hands behind her back, and pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles.  I sat back down on the couch and told her to step out of them and get over my knee.  She defiantly stood there without doing as she was told, seemingly testing my resolve. I stood back up and spanked her several times hard  (She wanted it HARD) while she was standing.  I sat back down and said it again.  She complied this time.  I proceeded to hand-spank her beautiful, lily-white, perfect ass until it was a gorgeous shade of red.  

Knowing that she still needed to pee, I told her to get up, to go pee, and then go to the bedroom where I was going to fuck her.  When she got to her feet, I told her to stop and ceremoniously lowered her thong panties to the floor, pointed toward the bathroom, and said "Go."  

I watched in awe and with tremendous pride as this stunning, beautiful, sexy, dominant woman slowly made her way to the bathroom, naked from the waist down and with her perfect ass already glowing a deep red.  She was beautifully demure and clearly in a subspace of her own.  While in the bathroom, I retrieved the strap-on harness and the biggest of her 3 boyfriends (dildos).  When she emerged from the bathroom, she stopped and looked at me to again test my resolve.  I instructed her to get in the bedroom and that the first thing I see when I walked in the room had better be her wanting to be fucked.  None of this shy, under the covers, warm me up and make love to me vibes, but rather 'I am here to get fucked however you see fit Daddy because I am your slut and need to be fucked' vibes.  

Before turning the corner in the hallway, she stopped to look back.  "Go!  Now!", and off she went.  

I quickly put the harness with her dildo boyfriend attached on over my cage.  Our known rules of engagement.  I was still her slave husband, with rules, acting out a role.  I am never allowed to remove my cage unless instructed to do so by her.  She didn't instruct me to, and I wasn't going to ask.  

I walked into the room, and she was on her back with her hands holding her legs wide apart.  I used copious amounts of lube and smeared it all over her pussy and ass (on her nus so she'd wonder what I had in mind), and positioned her biggest boyfriend between her legs telling her that she was not allowed to make eye contact with me while she was being fucked.  

She was fucked for 30 minutes in every position imaginable.  It not being my own cock, there was no concern about having to stop because I was close to cumming.  She had 3 orgasms (2 of them vaginal, 1 with her vibrator on her clit while doggy style), all of them incredibly intense.  I made a couple of references about her husband sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching.  

She was thoroughly exhausted when we were through.  After her last orgasm, I simply pulled out, pushed her over on her side, and left the room.  Returning a few seconds later with no harness, still caged of course, as her loving and submissive husband.  She thanked me profusely and wanted only to crawl under the covers and sleep.  I cleaned up the mess while she did just that.  

When I fell asleep an hour or so later, my cock was as hard as it could possibly be while inside my cage.  I didn't cum, but I could've, even though there was zero stimulation to my cock.  Just seeing my Mistress in the throes of sexual ecstasy is often enough for me to achieve a version of a ruined orgasm.

I woke up the next and thanked her on my knees from her side of the bed for 'our' orgasm last night.  She smiled so sweetly and just ... "coffee."

Life is good right now and none of it would've been possible if it wasn't for her fixing our problem the other night in the manner she did.  

God, I love this woman!

 

I'm ending this ... NOW

 

I had just returned from a weeklong trip last night, where I was caring for an elderly family member that had fallen and was injured badly enough to be in the hospital for several days.  For the most part, the trip was a success, but it was a trip full of long days.  I was tired.  I was road weary, and I missed Mistress K. something fierce.  

We are currently remodeling our house again and the entire house is in a constant upheaval of dust, noise and inconvenience.  I hate it!  My trip coincided nicely without a good amount of the most frustrating parts of the remodel process.  When I arrived back home last night, my beautiful Mistress was at the airport to pick me up.  I was so happy to see her and be with her.  

While I was gone Mistress K had worked very hard to make our home as comfortable as possible to be in while there was still construction dust in the air.  I am so very grateful to her for that. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised at how she had transformed a construction site into a place that resembles a nearly completed construction site.  

Having a long difficult trip, and a long plane ride home, I was tired and a little grumpy.  My happiness soon turned to grumpiness when I was inconvenienced by what was still left to be done in the house.  A small disagreement developed between us over what we are spending.  Her frustration at my frustration was growing.  As time wore on, I was more and more pissy.  Yes, I was tired.  Yes, I was road weary. No, none of that is a reason why she would have to put up with my behavior.

"THAT'S IT!  I'VE HAD ENOUGH. Take off all of your clothes and kneel where you stand.  Gulp!  Socks too, your watch, everything.  Now!  In seconds I was naked and kneeling.  She walked and pulled out her chair at her vanity table.  The she grabbed my jeans that were bunched up on the floor and pulled my belt from them.  

She pointed to the chair.  In a not very happy tone she said, "get over that chair.  I'm ending this now."  Boy did she ever.  She didn't sit in the chair because doing so would've restricted her arm movement with the belt enough that her correction might not be felt in the manner in which she intended.  She whipped my ass good.  "Stand.  Now kneel.  This is no over, do you understand me?"  "Yes Mistress.  I am so sorry for expressing my frustration in a way that caused you frustration.  It won't happen again.  Thank you, my spanking Mistress, and thank you for correcting my behavior."

I was hard as rock during what was a very hard spanking.  I wasn't erect because it was a sexy situation.  it wasn't.  I was rock hard because I had what call a "love boner". I get a love boner when I ama relishing in our love for each other and how our marriage is so beautiful ... and also when I am plunged into subspace.  I was so much in subspace, and so much in love and proud of my Mistress Wife taking control of the situation and immediately fixing it.  

My God I love this woman!!  My ass burned - a lot! ... but my God do I adore this woman.  Immediately after my lesson, I showered, shaved, put my cage on, went and found her in the house, kneeled before her and thanked her again for resolving the matter, for loving me and for having me as her slave husband.  The rest of our evening was genuinely beautiful and loving.  It was the epitome of why a Wife Led Marriage works.

The Truth About Submission and Masculinity

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The truth will set you free.  Not some porn-fueled version of the truth, but the actual truth.  I believe the following writing to be the absolute truth when it comes to masculinity and submission in men, and what the true beauty of a loving WLM/FLR looks like.  It's stunningly beautiful.

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Masculinity in a FLR Lets talk about Masculinity in a FLR. First of all, I think it doesn't need pointing out, that we do have a major masculinity problem in our world today. We do not have men that understand what it means to be men. Men have forgotten the art of chivalry. They've forgotten that sex is special, intimate, and sacred. We live in a time of instant gratification, where porn can replace any of their sexual needs, just through triggering fantasy alone. Replacing real connection and real relationships, with fictional characters on a screen. There are many men that lack the ability to develop the courage to find a woman in real life to date. This is a problem, because it is creating men that lack inner strength, they lack self esteem, they lack confidence, they lack life experience. This has nothing to do with being submissive. You can be a submissive man, and still be confident and full of self esteem. Lots of submissive men are, they run their own business and have leadership positions at work. It is possible. There are naturally submissive men, but that does not mean that they must get rid of their masculinity as well. This puts many women in a very interesting position. This gives women the ability to lead her partner to become a man of integrity. A woman in a FLR has the ability to empower him, to motivate him, and help him set goals and achieve them. All of his dreams can come true with her guidance, because frankly, he can't do it without her. This is why a FLR is so powerful. Because women can help men understand who they are, while at the same time, helping him understand her needs, and making sure all of her needs are met by him. A submissive man can have the best of both worlds. So many men have so much potential, that their Domme could be coaxing out of them. Use the idea of power exchange to power both of your lives. A FLR is not about abuse, and degradation, that was never what a FLR was about. Yet the porn world will portray a Dominatrix leather clad and whip wielding. A true FLR will use the power exchange to benefit both partners, while still making it sexy and fun. Men can learn to become masculine properly, with respect for women, and with respect for their own bodies. Getting themselves in shape, and showing the world that abs are cool again. We are living in a time where the world needs stronger men, especially emotionally stronger men. Men that aren't led by their sex drive, men that have learned to tame their sex drive, and use it for productive means. That's what chastity does. That's what her holding the key does. It brings the sacredness back to sex. Not only that, but it also brings deeper love to the relationship, because every intimate encounter is cherished, and exciteful. It's all about love. A FLR is really just bringing back and maintaining the principles of a relationship that never lost it's initial attraction. It's not about women being superior, or men being inferior. It never was. It was always about loving each other as you are, accepting each other as you are, being as you are, and using that to compliment each other into an empowered life together. To be great parents, and be role models of what it means to live a life of integrity. To show your children what a real, happy couple looks like, compared to all the dysfunctional relationship that exist today. Real love, and real relationships do exist, but to make them work, you have to work with the energy, with the power exchange that you both naturally have. Men, being submissive, doesn't mean being a pushover doormat. Women, being dominant, doesn't mean being cruel and abusive. Respect each others roles, and realize both are valuable. Together, the synergy can work so well, that you'll both be living on cloud 9, living the lives of your dreams, together. And it's only possible, because you have each other. Masculinity is neither submissive nor dominant. That's just stereotypes culture uses to make one feel superior or inferior. Lies. Don't fall for it. Masculinity is all about having integrity, and courage and confidence, and an attitude of I will do it. I will achieve my goals, I will follow my heart, I will have strength. It's time for masculinity to be reborn. Away from toxicity, and away from the idea that a masculine man is a brute without a brain. Masculine men who are in touch with themselves, are far more useful to the feminine, and will connect with her on levels that those who aren't in touch, only dream of achieving, while they watch porn as their life passes them by. Create the #FLR of your dreams with my Practical FLR book series!

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There are some absolute truths in this world.

 

And this is one of them:

When a wife fully understands this and then has the courage to act upon it, she has done what is necessary for both of them to live a blissful marriage.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you Mistress K.  

Another unexpected treat

 

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

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

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

It's The Little Things That Make All The Difference

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Why was I in panties:

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