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.
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.
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.
13 years ago, when Mistress K. and I entered into the beautiful wife-led love affair that we have now, then again 8 years ago during our collaring ceremony, I pledged to dedicate my life and my efforts to being attentive to her needs, and just as importantly, her desires. It was then and is now the cornerstone of our beautiful marriage together.
This morning my phone beeped with a text notification. I looked and to my disappointment I noticed that Mistress K. pinged a text she sent at 1 in the morning, long after i had gone to sleep. It read simply:
"Wake me at 9am. Hot cup of coffee in only red panties kneeling bedside - Don't disappoint.
To my horror, it was 9:25am and it was the ping that brought my attention to her middle of the night text. I immediately went in to apologize for being inattentive. She was sitting up in bed and none too happy. "I'm so sorry Mistress, I didn't notice the text until now", I said. She was not having any of it. Sitting up, arms crossed and stunningly naked, she said "make it happen! Now!
I immediately got her coffee ready, stripped naked, put on my red thong panties, went to her bedside, kneeled and presented her coffee to her.
Still not happy she said "Get your paddle!". I returned with the paddle, and she proceeded to make the necessary correction to my forgetfulness and behavior.
It hurt! Mostly because it has been a while since I was last paddled, and before that it had also been a while. It hurt!
I thanked Mistress K. for my spanking, and thanked her for loving me. She allowed me to nuzzle and kiss in her neck for a bit and then return the paddle to it's place in her drawer.
Really, some of the best, closest, most loving moments we have is immediately following a punishment paddling. Thank you Mistress K. I love you!
One of my favorite bloggers, Mz Kaylee, just posted a wonderful blog about ruined orgasms. You can find it here.
I have been a huge proponent and lover of ruined orgasms for years, and I believe this blog entry is excellent. I hope you'll take a look.
She whispered that me this morning when I was summoned bedside when awoke earlier than usual. "Remove your pants and make it hard for me." "Stroke it for me." "You are going to be my sex slave today. I don't know what means yet, but that's how it is going to be. Put some panties on."
She massaged by hard cock through the lacy material of the panties with beautiful, warm hand. "Leave me now. Be ready when I call for you." Yes Mistress, I said ... and left the room.
Since we had a houseful of company last night, Mistress K. did not want me bumping into anyone accidentally with my cage, so I was told to remove it. I was allowed to go to sleep without putting it back on.
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I went in the bedroom this morning, like I do every morning, to see if Mistress K. was ready for her cup of fresh, hot coffee. She was groggy and all snuggly warm under covers, sleepy eyes, adorable as fuck.
She pointed at my shorts and then to the floor as if to say that is where my clothes should be.
Naked, she commanded me to get hard.
Took but a second.
She removed the covers, scooched to the edge of the bed, opened her legs and pulled me inside of her.
"Let's soak for a bit." For those that don't know, soaking is where I am allowed inside of her but there are NO thrusting movements, or any movements for that matter, allowed. Just peaceful, beautiful loving canoodling, kissing and expressions of love. It was heaven!
Another 5 minutes of soaking then she said, "Go get my coffee." I thanked her for the unexpected Christmas morning surprise and treat and off I went.
What a beautiful morning!
OK, so Mistress K. removed my cage just because she wanted to. Read about it here. She didn't tell me my, nor did she have- to of course. I still wondered why. The reason? Because she felt like it mostly. What a beautiful reason.
During the six days I was unlocked, there was a lot of spontaneous edging and denial. Lots. Frequently called to her bedside while drinking her coffee and watching her home improvement shows to produce an erection, "now", stroke to the edge, then sent on my way.
Then she told me on Monday night that will be caged again in the morning for another undetermined period of time, and that I would have a release before going into the cage. The "release process" was soaking, followed by enough thrusting to being me to edge of orgasm, then denied an orgasm, then remove my cock from her haven, then ejaculate on her tummy, ruined orgasm style.
She is so good to me. Back in the cage I go, then I have work to do. We have a shit ton of people coming to our house for Thanksgiving. See you on the other side!
