The lifestyle I asked for

You know what? Yeah, my legs are sexy. I took a mental picture of them and put myself in my own spank bank. Not that I get to spank much. And no, they weren't shaved. Not sure how I feel about it yet. My wife seemed giddy she was so entertained by giving me knowing glances in front of people I knew when we were out. This was definitely for her amusement, and she is going to do it again. But unexpectedly, I enjoyed it very much. The taboo secret thrilled me to the point of making my heart race at times. She let me sleep in them after I pleasured her at home after t our outing.

 

I would be lying if I said that every image you just put in my head didn't turn me on. My mind is racing. Ah.... what is happening to me?

 

For the record, I didn't start out wanting to feel pretty. This life takes you places you didn't know you wanted to go.

 

You are all making me blush. Ok.... I will start with a shave. See how it goes

 

My wife doesn't even get her own legs waxed.... baby steps guys... let me ease in to these new waters here.

 

Hey, has anybody else noticed the lyrics to Cecelia are totally about being cuckolded? And ok.... Paul Simon was a pretty small, docile, soft spoken and intelligent man. Seemed to have a lot of love in his heart. It's not much of a stretch to see him as a submissive. Just saying.

 

It's been a while since I've posted. Everything is going so well that I haven't had anything to piss and moan about. I have also been quite busy keeping up with my chores. I have to say I have reached some other state of bliss. I am in love and I feel jealousy and anxiety and passion and truly insatiable lust for my wife of 7 years. I hunger for her attention, and there is no such thing negative attention. The spanking she gave me tonight. . . Not to rush things. We were expecting a large shipment of fun naughty toys today and they screwed up. We won't get it until tomorrow, and she leaves for her girls weekend tomorrow. She will be seeing someone while she is away. Regardless of whether or not she is pleased and content when she comes home, enthusiasm to try out her new paddles and crop will spell torment for yours truly. And no matter what it will exceed the amazing mindgasm the fear and misery she applied with her cat and a single clothes pin produced tonight.

 

Sidebar: Is paingasm a thing? There is a point, when you are at wit's end. You are failing to hold still and be quiet and are struggling to get free from your restraints and allowing audible yelps to escape. You have been told to be quiet and hold still, and now that you can't, a really skilled, experienced dominatrix, who knows you well and where your limits are will push them. This is what she does to me. She shows me I can take a little bit more each time. And then she demands I stop moving. And she gives me harder and harder lashes until I obey. It's at this point, when everything goes still. The sound of her whipping my raw, hot welted ass softens. The tone of her scolding, superior, verbal humiliation becomes melodious. My muscles relax and I exhale and accept every vicious stroke. She is a sculptor, and I am her unfinished masterpiece. And an explosion of gratitude and adoration washes over me when she finishes, and shows me love and mercy.

I am going to cuddle up to her now. Goodnight

 

My second night in a row without her in bed next to me.... knowing where she is and what she is doing. I am positively trembling for her. I managed the kids alright today. We had fun. They have been in bed a while now and I long for my wife. The house is too quiet. I am very much looking forward to a nice long hug when she returns. I need that more than the naughty things that will inevitably occur after the kids are asleep tomorrow evening. I have never wanted anyone the way I do my goddess in this moment.

 

It's been a while since I visited this site. Everything is peachy. We are in the middle of a very long term, very advanced game. I wish I could explain right now, but it will have to wait until it is complete. The anticipation is killing me. I will be back one day to explain, I promise.

 

So, quickly, a summary of the advanced game we played:

To push the humiliation factor for me, and the rush of cuckolding me for her, we devised a game. Once the game was on, we didn't break character. It went on for more than a month and a half. We agreed to play this game, and agreed it wouldn't start until she did a specific thing, and that neither of us would break character the whole time.

The specific thing, that signaled game on, was that she unlocked my penis. She told me she wanted to stop seeing other men, and that she only wanted to be with me. I pretended to believe her, and we made love as a normal vanilla couple that night. She acted like my little cock was really getting her off. She really sold it too, and it got me hot. It was actually some of the best regular sex I've ever had. For this whole month, every time we made love, she put on the act, being very vocally pleased with my performance. I embraced my masculinity - took a greater role in the leadership of our family. I stopped completely devoting my free time to pampering her, stopped trying to do all of the chores myself. I didn't become a complete chauvinist man pig. I was still tender and considerate and helpful, but I acted out the role I had when we first were married, before we both knew how we work together best. I acted like I did before I even knew what a female led relationship was.

Meanwhile, she was still seeing other men. She was lying to me about it, sneaking around, and trying not to get caught. The consequences were nil... obviously, if I did catch her - but I'm sure the added element of secrecy heightened the experience for her. It was sort of a crazy month, with other events happening in our little family, and I'm sure she didn't get the sort of ... play time she would have liked - but she did have 3 dates that she hid from me with frightening success.

Then, earlier this week, I came home to find that she had made the bed, had exposed the restraints we keep on it (that hadn't been used in a month and a half), and had my pink ball gag, and her cat o nine tails laying on the bed. After dinner, after baths, after the kids were in bed - she told me to take a shower, put my device back on, let her lock it, and then go tie myself down and wait. She showered after me, and I spent a good half hour, 45 minutes anxiously waiting for her to walk in the room. She then proceeded to beat the shit out of me with the cat while confessing her sins to me. There was a devilish delight in her voice as she proudly told me of her sexual escapades in detail. She clearly missed beating me, as her enthusiasm with the cat had me begging for mercy, that she didn't give me. Then she went on a date the next night, and has another tonight. She isn't allowing me to touch her pussy at all, and I'm growing crazy. It was a shock to the system, to go from feeling manly and in charge to having all of my power destroyed so quickly. I have never been so turned on in my whole life.

 

There's nothing quite like being completely understood by the one you love. She took three different lovers this week, including a new one tonight. All sent her home very sexually satisfied, and I have neither cum nor been allowed to make her. Earlier today she hinted that those things might change if I did my chores while she was out, and behaved all day. Needless to say, I complied enthusiastically. She got home earlier than I thought she would and the kids and I were watching a movie. So my hope was thrown off by the timing. I went with her into the bedroom and she teased me a little, let me taste her juicy pussy briefly. But ultimately told me I would have to wait. But then, just a short while later, she stopped me in my path by the laundry room. She aggressively shoved me against the washing machine, and began whispering things in my ear about how well he had fucked her, and how impressed she was with his size and stamina. She squeezed my caged balls, pinched my nipple roughly, and shoved me with her hips until the washing machine was leaning. She kept fucking with me, saying more graphic things about his cock, now dry humping my caged penis. She told me how she had sucked his cock, had licked and sucked his balls, and then kissed me deeply with her dirty mouth. I warned her that she was going to make me cum and she said, "see how pathetic you are, about to cum from the sound of my voice?" I begged her, "please, not like this, wait until the kids are asleep." I could hear them playing in the living room. She simply ignored my plea and kept grinding her hips into me. The washing machine was now tipped dangerously back and only my toes were touching the ground. She was scratching and pinching my skin all over and then she said it. "Cum for me slave." And my count down began. I pleaded with her, "no please mistress, not like this" and she replied, "no I want you to cum." I blew a huge load built up in my underwear, and almost wanted to cry that I had wasted it on a ruined, caged half orgasm. She laughed and put her hand inside my underwear, scooping out as much of my cum as she could and shoved it in my mouth. I am now twice as frustrated and hot for her as before, and there's no telling how long she'll make me wait, or how humiliating it will be the next time I squirt. Truly, she understands me better than I understand myself.

 

so... Just ordered a new toy. Tantus, realdoe, slim... anybody use this before? Mistress is very excited.

 

I just wore a plug for 4 hours. I was ordered to sleep in it, but I couldn't fall asleep. Mercy was shown. I was writhing. . Half in pain, half in pleasure. She hasn't used the feeldoe on me yet. Working up to it. She did let me suck on it while she wore it. What does this mean? It's maddening. She told me she wants me to suck a cock. It stirred feelings... I don't know what is going on

 

Don't know what she has planned, but she's in the shower now and I'm waiting for it. I love how for years now, she's so in charge of my sex life that I don't want to know what I'm getting when. I love the anticipation as much as the payoff.

 

Mistress had a date tonight, early, and then went out dancing with friends, and might see another before coming home. I am so proud of her for embracing the sexual creature that she always was. Society would slut shame her for it, but this is secret, and here she is worshipped and adored for not being ashamed to like men. For my part, I have been in chastity much more than out for the last two years. FInally, after all of that time I have learned to accept my complete submissive dream. Sex was always so much pressure for me. I worried that I wasn't big enough (I'm not), that I didn't last long enough (I don't), and that I masterbated too much (I did for most of my life). I never enjoyed sex as much as I should have, or could have, because of my well founded anxiety. But being locked, I am allowed to do what it is I really do enjoy, sexually - and that is to give, and not receive. Now, any sexual encounter with my wife is absolutely amazing. And, because I can't perform or enjoy regular sex, there isn't any jealousy left in me when she goes out and rightfully gets what she as a beautiful woman deserves.

Tonight, she plugged my ass, locked me in a harness, before leaving. I've been constantly reminded who does the penetrating in our relationship while thinking about her being pleasured by someone who is up to the task. It will be very late, when she returns. As I know, I won't be able to fall asleep with her plug in me, wearing this harness, and oh, did I mention, some panties. She has been pushing me further with the plug training, and assures me that soon, she will use the feeldoe on me. When we reach that point... in theory, fucking will never mean I penetrate her again. The tables have almost been turned.

 

When she was out dancing Friday, and had me plugged and wearing a harness and chastity device at home, she was having me send her a picture of my whole totured undercarriage once an hour. She told me today that she showed the one picture, the most revealing of them, to her best friend. Her best friend already knows so much about our deal it is hard to act normal when she is around. Now I am going to be incredibly uncomfortable around her... I'll have to avert my eyes. .. stare at the ground... be awkwardly polite...