Thursday, August 28, 2014

The benefits of cuckolding


I got home last night to an immaculate house and, more importantly, to an adoring husband. It almost defies logic, at least the way society has always viewed marriage and relationships. I mean here I am, a married woman, who goes away on a trip with another man, has sexual relations with that man, and instead of returning to a jealous husband, I return to a man who is full of affection.

James was all over me last night and he was in a most obedient frame of mind. He eagerly unpacked my car and he was full of pride that he had accomplished all the chores I had left him on his hubby-do list. I was tired but I allowed James to join me in bed because he was so full of affection. I allowed him to lay next to me and caress my body as I told him the non-sexual details of my trip. I told him of the beautiful weather, the winery we visited, the museums, the walking trails, etc.  

Of course it didn’t take long before James asked me if Derik liked the outfit I had bought, you know the lingerie. He tried to be subtle but I knew he wanted to be teased and humiliated about being a cuckold. He wanted to hear the details. I had planned on waiting for this weekend to tell him, perhaps during a D&S session, but the moment was here and there was chemistry. I could sense it as I was feeding off of James’ excitement. If nothing else, I have learned to seize these moments when they present themselves instead of waiting for a better moment because the better moment may never happen. 

I gave James permission to suckle at my nipples and continue to caress my body with his hands as I told him about the great sex I had on the trip, especially Saturday night when I wore my outfit for Derik. It didn’t take long before I was as excited as hubby, so I ordered him between my legs as I continued to tease him, adding a little humiliation to my words. James wanted to dive right in and lick me all over down there, but I was still sensitive from all the sex I had with Derik, so I told hubby to suck my clit instead of licking it. I was in the mood for a marathon session of having my clit sucked.  

As James complied with my directive, I gave him more details, of course emphasizing how Derik fills me with his large cock in ways James never could. This made James all he more excited, as he was rubbing his caged cock against the mattress. I had to admonish him to be careful because an “accident” would not be tolerated, no matter how good of a husband he has been. James sucked me down there probably for a good 20, 25 maybe 30 minutes before I was ready to be licked to orgasm. Once I gave him the command, he was very eager, full of passion, and I came almost right away.  

Now I was totally relaxed. James cuddled next to me and caressed my body some more with his hands until I fell asleep. I could feel the love radiating from him.  

Yes, there are benefits to cuckolding, more benefits than I ever imagined. In fact, I was against cuckolding when James first mentioned it to me those many years ago. It took me awhile to come around to the idea, and it has not always been smooth. We’ve had obstacles to overcome and James has not always been at peace with the idea of me being with other men, even though he was the one who encouraged me to do so. I guess that is the bottom line. It really is the husband, the submissive husband, who holds the key as to whether cuckolding can work in a marriage. What woman wouldn’t want this sexual freedom within a loving marriage? But either the husband can be super supportive or he can struggle with it, and if he struggles with it, that adds stress to the woman’s life. It is only when the husband accepts his place and his role as a cuckold that the harmony takes place.  

I still plan on having a more intense session with hubby this weekend, perhaps a whipping and strap-on play with verbal humiliation as I go even deeper into the details of my time with Derik, but I will do this for James. I know he loves to be dominated and humiliated so the session this weekend will be more for his benefit. He gave me a special gift last night so I in return want to give him a special gift this weekend.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Teasing hubby as I head out on my vacation


I have to make this short but wanted to share what I did this morning. As I write this, James is packing up my car so I can head out on my mini vacation. I am leaving in less than an hour. I am meeting Derik at his DC hotel where we will be spending the night, than we head to upstate New York early tomorrow for 4 days and 3 nights. I’ll be home late Wednesday night.  

This morning I gave James his looooong list of chores I expect to be completed when I get back, but I gave him the list in style. I asked him if he wanted to see me in the new outfit I had bought to wear for Derik. He of course begged to see me in it, hoping I might let him touch me. It is lingerie, sexy lime green, see-thru lace bra and panties with matching garter belt and stockings. I even bought a pair of lime green high heel shoes to go with the outfit.  

I came out of the bathroom and James’ tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. He immediately dropped to his knees, thinking he was going to get to worship my body. No dice! I ordered him back on his feet and told him to sit on the edge of the bed with his hands to his side. He could look but couldn’t touch. I posed for him seductively, teasing him how the first man who would get to touch me in this outfit would be Derik, probably tonight, right before he fucks me.  

Then I reached for the sheet of paper I had prepared and handed it to James. It was his long list of chores. I could tell he wasn’t too thrilled because it leaves him no time for anything else while I am gone. He will have to slave away to get all of them done, plus he has to work at his job Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. No time to watch television or play around on the computer. I teased him and told him to be thinking of me, his lovely wife, having hot sex and being wined and dined by Derik while he, my loyal hubby, is cleaning my house, doing my laundry, tending to my yard and completing each and every item on his hubby-do list, all the while locked away in chastity, unable to touch himself.

And with that, I walked back into the bathroom and removed my outfit and neatly folded it and packed it away for my trip. James looked at me with those disappointed eyes, but I know he wouldn’t have it any other way. And neither would I. 

 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Hubby gets spanked in front of my girlfriend


I know I haven’t posted much lately but its summer time and I’ve been out having fun. I try not to neglect hubby but there really hasn’t been much time for D&S play. Thinking of having fun, Derik and I are going away next weekend for a 5 day trip. James will be neglected again but I plan on leaving him a long list of chores to keep him occupied. I don’t think he is all too happy about me taking another vacation with Derik but that is the life of a cuckold. I plan on having a session or two with him before my trip to make sure he is in the proper mind space. Being dominated always helps James to view my vacations with other men in a more erotic light. If I approach it the correct way, my time with Derik is just a long D&S session for James. For me it is a whole lot more than that but I am mindful of hubby and his needs. 

Last night was a good start. I’ve been going out with my friend Amanda and I’ve shared with her bits and pieces of my lifestyle with James. I even told her that I had a “male friend” who I was going away with on a vacation. I’ve humiliated James in front of her a couple of times but I’ve wanted to do more. It’s a fine line to walk. I know she is very curious and intrigued but she is like that timid animal that if not approached correctly, it would be easy to scare her off. Finally I got her to agree to watch me spank James, as long as it wasn’t anything sexual. No nudity.  

So last night after we got back from our night out, Amanda and I relaxed in my living room while James served us a late night snack. I prepared hubby the night before, telling him of my plans, not for his benefit but for Amanda’s. I wanted it to go smoothly. James was very excited, I could tell by the bulge of his swollen balls in the tight shorts he was wearing as he served us.  

Finally the time was right. I ordered James to fetch my leather paddle from my bedroom. He was wearing a white tee-shirt and tight navy shorts. I had him hand me the paddle, remove his shorts and lay across my lap. He was still wearing black underwear. I’m not sure if Amanda noticed his chastity device or not. The dark underwear covers it pretty good. I was totally clothed, wearing blue jeans. I spread my legs and pulled the CB6000 between my jeans covered thighs then closed them tightly.  

I started by spanking his underwear covered ass, just as a warmup and to keep things light for Amanda. I didn’t include her, didn’t talk to her while I spanked James but I kept looking over at her to make sure she was okay with the scene. She was watching very intently. Her body language told me she was a little uncomfortable but definitely fascinated by what she was witnessing. 

I decided to be a little bolder so I hiked hubby’s underwear into the crack of his ass, exposing his cute butt cheeks. I began to spank him harder while I scolded him. I added some humiliated by informing him that I had a long list of chores I expected him to do while I went away with Derik. I continued to spank him harder and harder and James began to become most penitent, agreeing to be a good hubby and doing what he was told. James seemed to be extra humiliated with Amanda there watching him in such a vulnerable state.  

Normally, if Amanda wasn’t there, I would have injected some cuckolding talk into the conversation while I was dishing out his spanking, teasing hubby about all the great sex I would be having with my lover. Perhaps I should have because the last time Amanda seemed to enjoy me teasing him about other men flirting with me. However, I didn’t want to go there this time out of concern it would be too much. All Amanda knows about Derik is that we are close friends. I figure if she wants to know about my sex life, she will ask me, and if she does I will definitely tell her the truth. But I don’t want to push it unless she inquires. 

I ended his spanking by having hubby count out the final 10. His ass was a nice bright shade of pink with some red. It wasn’t the hardest spanking he’s received, not even close, but it was more than I had planned. I ordered him to put his shorts on and go clean up the kitchen. 

I’m not sure how Amanda felt about it. She is a girl of few words anyways and she didn’t offer much feedback. The only thing she said was “does he like being spanked like that?” Which I assured her he does. Amanda seems to be intrigued with dominating a man but she definitely always comes back to making sure James is happy in this arrangement. That shows she has a good heart, yet I sense there is a budding Domme wanting to come out.   

She didn’t leave right away, so that’s a good sign. She stayed and we watched a little television. James refilled our drinks once but he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen. Amanda eventually left. It will be interesting to see what she says to me the next time we get together, after last night has a chance to sink in. Baby steps, but if nothing else, last night allowed me to have a much overdue D&S session with hubby. That will help to set the stage for next weekend when I go away. I want to have at least one more session with him between now and Friday. 
 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

The art of ball slapping


I finally have something new to share. Yesterday I had a surprise visitor, my dominant girlfriend Ginger. I hadn’t seen Ginger since last February but she and her hubby were passing by our area on their way to visiting relatives. She called me about 30 miles out and asked if we’d be home. They couldn’t stay too long but we ended up having a marvelous time.  

The only downer was that James had her hubby look at the Dream Lover 2000 to see if he could get the technology working again. It still works with the remote but the mobile feature hasn’t been working so I can’t use it remotely over the internet. I’ve wanted to take a trip to see Ginger so her hubby could look at it but we haven’t been able to make it down to visit her in the DC area.  So yesterday was the first chance. He tried his best but to no avail. Oh well, at least the hand remote still works for now. Perhaps we’ll get a new one later on because I really like the mobile capabilities and I understand they have a new and improved mobile app for the newer Dream Lovers.  

While the boys were playing around with the Dream Lover, Ginger and I got to catch up. Her lifestyle is about the same. She is still dating Dante and her cuckolded hubby still cleans her house and Dante’s apartment, which I just find to be fascinating. It has to be beyond humiliating for a man to be not only his wife’s sissy maid and clean her house but to also have to clean the home of the man who is fucking his wife. Now that’s humiliation.    

The only real new development according to Ginger is that she attended a demonstration by a DC area Dominatrix on the art of ball slapping. Last summer I engaged in ball slapping/ball spanking with my hubby during a session but I’ve been a little hesitant to engage in it again due to how his balls bruised and were badly swollen for a few days. I have slapped his balls a little here and there during some of our play sessions but nothing as severe as what I did last summer.   

When I shared this with Ginger, she enthusiastically volunteered to demonstrate what she had learned so she could pass her new knowledge on to me. Using her hubby as the subject of the demonstration, she borrowed my riding crop and showed me how to properly slap a man’s balls so that it is very painful but greatly cuts down on the chance for injury. Her hubby is pierced and wears a custom made Lori permanent chastity device. However, his balls are exposed and easily accessible. The bottom ring of the chastity device almost works like a cock ring, which makes ball slapping all the more painful.  

He removed his clothes and put his hands behind his back as he stood before Ginger. She took my short handle riding crop and placed the crop between his legs and brought it upward with the flick of her wrist, lightly slapping his balls with the leather tip. She rotated between left testicle and right testicle, never hitting him hard but the repetition of the light slaps from the crop made the pain build slowly and before long he was squirming and doubling over in pain. His balls became engorged and turned a light shade of purple as she continued with the ball slapping. She never slapped him hard and she never increased the force of the slaps but the repetition of light blows took its toll on him. A few times he fell to his knees from the pain but she ordered him to stand back up again and resume the positon, which he did. She slapped his balls with the crop for I’d say a good ten minutes in total before she stopped and when she was done she allowed me to examine them. There were a few minor bruises but no deep bruises and no broken blood vessels. That is important because prior to learning the proper technique, Ginger admitted that she broke a vessel one time from busting her hubby’s balls and as a result he had a very bad and large bruise that didn’t go away for weeks. So you have to be very careful, even when you use the proper technique. 

Naturally she wanted me to try it on my hubby. James was apprehensive, I could tell, but he undressed and put his hands behind his back. He was wearing the CB6000 with his balls exposed, the plastic ring around the base of his balls working just like a cock ring in that it squeezes his balls tightly if they swell from sexual arousal. Ginger guided my hand for the initial ball slap with the crop. We went a little too hard as James jumped. I was afraid he might move around too much and get injured so I suggested we go down and do it in the confinement room where I could restrain him to the wall. So we all descended the stairs to the basement and I placed James in his wrist and ankle cuffs and locked them to the hooks in the wall. Only I could fit in there fully with James but Ginger was able to stand in the doorway and watch as she instructed me on how to do it correctly.  

It really is an art form. I placed the tip of the crop a few inches below his balls in the open space of his spread legs and in an upward motion I gave a quick curl of my wrist, holding my arm perfectly still. The tip of the crop struck his balls, not too hard, and at first I thought it might be too light because James hardly moved. No wincing, no nothing. But Ginger encouraged me to continue to do it lightly and give it time. She was right as after about a minute or two of lightly slapping his balls, James began to jerk his body from the pain. The first few flicks of my wrist I had trouble controlling where the crop would strike his balls but after a few more tries, I got quite good at aiming and slapping the desired spots, rotating between his left and right testicles. I keep flicking my wrist repeatedly, holding my arm still the entire time and I had James groaning and eventually wailing. The wrist and ankle cuffs prevented him from bucking over or falling to his knees like what we saw from Ginger’s hubby.  

I kept at it for about five minutes, James’ eyes were watering as his body tried to twist to escape but to no avail thanks to the bondage. Ginger heaped praise on me, telling me that I was doing it perfectly. When I finally stopped, hubby was actually whimpering a little.  I untied him and had him step into the light of the basement so we could examine his balls, they were puffy and red but no bruises. It was an intense and painful experience for him but he was no worse for the wear.  

I prepared two ice packs for the boys to assist them as their ball sacs began to shrink back to normal size. I invited Ginger to stay for dinner but they had to get going. She encouraged me to come down to see her real soon. I just might have to take her up on that. I always learn new things from Ginger and yesterday I learned the art of ball slapping. 

Saturday, July 26, 2014

New Femdom movie coming soon: My Mistress


Sorry I haven’t posted anything new in a while but my social calendar has kept me busy. In fact, I am heading to B-more later today and will be spending a few days with my sisters. James has been a good boy, working hard, doing his chores and making sure my needs are met. We haven’t “played” in a couple of weeks but I hope to make time for that later this week.
 
I have been receiving a lot of e-mails lately from my readers and as always I appreciate your feedback and words of encouragement. Just yesterday I received an e-mail from Michelle and since I used to review FemDom movies, she informed me of a new movie coming out called “My Mistress”.



It looks most interesting, kind of the Femdom answer to “Fifty Shades of Grey”, which is also currently running its movie trailer in various places, only “My Mistress” has the extra taboo of the male sub being a teenager. Here is the premise of “My Mistress”:
 
 
It’s a long hot summer for Charlie Boyd. He’s sixteen and his hormones are racing.  When a tragic family event tumbles Charlie into a world of pain, a pain so intense he thinks no-one can help, he tries to escape. Desperate and alone, he meets Maggie, the mysterious woman who lives down the street. She’s a professional and she specialises in pain. Giving it, exploring it, and sharing it, all for money. 
So Charlie insinuates his way into her life and despite herself Maggie can’t stop from going along with his wishes. However dangerous their relationship may be, she knows he needs her.  She needs him too. As much as she tries to deny it, she needs his sort of love, because in the part of her life she keeps from Charlie, she has been judged and found wanting, and is paying the price. Maggie is drawn to this troubled boy who takes all the pain she can give and uses it to heal himself.  As Charlie heals, he turns that love back onto her, his Mistress. 

Here is the website so you can watch the trailer: http://www.mymistressmovie.com/ 
I hope it plays in a city near here so I can go see it. That might make for a wonderful femdom night out, taking hubby with me, and maybe Ginger and her hubby could join us. It would be fun to see the kind of people in the audience. I’m sure a lot of femdom enthusiasts would be there.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

More verbal humiliation for hubby in front of my girlfriend


You may recall that last month I verbally humiliated James in front of my girlfriend in a purely spontaneous moment. Well Friday night Amanda and I went out again, doing dinner and going to hear a band at an outside concert, and during our most pleasant night, Amanda asked me about James and I could tell she wanted to discuss something in particular but was hesitant. So after the concert, which ended around 10, we went back to her car so we could talk in private and with some probing I was able to get Amanda to open up. She admitted that she has been thinking a lot about the night I verbally dressed James down in front of her and she has been curious about it.  

I reiterated to her what I had told her that night, how James enjoys being bossed around and humiliated by me, especially if I “tease” him about me picking up other men. I didn’t want to get too detailed else I might freak her out. I need to ease her into things so I just told her my interaction with James that night was kind of a fantasy we engage in, a way to spice up our bedroom life. But I did tell her it is real in the sense that I am the dominant partner in the marriage. Amanda understands this as she has seen my dominant personality with other people, including her. Amanda has told me before that I am too bossy and opinionated with people.  

As we continued our conversation, I picked up that Amanda was more than just intrigued with how I humiliated James that night, she was excited by it. She didn’t come out and admit it but I’ve been around this lifestyle long enough to tell when people are turned on or turned off by femdom. Amanda would not have brought it up again if she were turned off by it.  

It was now almost 11:00 and I asked Amanda if she would like to watch me humiliate James some more. She played it coy, acting like she didn’t want to but it didn’t take much persuasion on my part to get her to agree. So I called James to make sure he was still up and I told him not to go to bed, that Amanda and I were coming to the house and I needed him to fix us and serve us some refreshments. I also told him, with Amanda listening to the entire conversation as I had James on speaker, that he was to go and put on a pair of my panties and wear them under his clothes.  

As we pulled into the driveway, Amanda got cold feet. She said she changed her mind and needed to get going. I told her that James would be very disappointed if she didn’t come in and at least have some of the snacks he prepared. I knew Amanda was going to need a push but her late resistance told me I needed to tread carefully else I might scare her off. As we were driving to the house, my mind had been racing to all kinds of things I might do, like perhaps having James remove his pants and show Amanda his panties and his chastity device. But her display of cold feet as we pulled into the driveway told me that would be too much, too fast. Therefore, I decided to keep it to verbal humiliation. 

James served us vegetables and dip along with chips and salsa. He has come a long ways as the tray was well prepared and very decorative, the carrot sticks and celery making a colorful circle around the cups of French onion dip and salsa, the chips making the outer perimeter around the veggies. He got me a beer and Amanda a glass of Sprite. He sat the tray on the coffee table and began to exit toward the kitchen when I told him I wanted him to join us but as he attempted to sit on the couch, I told him to kneel before me and put his head to the floor. He hesitated, looking at Amanda but then he slowly obeyed my command as he kneeled. I placed my feet on his back and used him as my footstool as Amanda and I talked and enjoyed the refreshments. I totally ignored James as if he wasn’t there. Amanda kept looking at him, not sure what to make of all of this.  

As we were talking, I made sure to mention some of the cute guys we saw at the concert. To my surprise and absolute delight, Amanda jumped right in and talked about the two guys who bought us drinks and especially the guy who asked me for my number (all true). I teased how I might give him a call and go out with him (not true), how I noticed the bulge in his pants (not true), and how it was obvious that he wanted to get me in bed (probably true). Amanda suggested that perhaps we could double date with them. It was at this point that I addressed my husband for the first time since he had become my footstool, 

“Is that okay with you, my dear husband, if Amanda and I go out on a double date next weekend?”  

He grunted that it was. 

“Not that you have any say in the matter. I mean look at you, down there, debasing yourself in front of my friend, wearing my panties under your pants, listening to your wife making plans to date other men, what kind of a man are you anyway?” 

James didn’t say a word so I just continued on, verbally humiliating him about what a pussy-whipped, emasculated husband he had become. 

“Amanda was telling me tonight how she couldn’t get over how I boss you around and how you just take it. Isn’t that right Amanda?” 

She also got very quiet but finally she whispered “Yes, Yes I did”. 

I could tell I had made her uncomfortable so I didn’t ask her any more questions, I just continued to humiliate James. 

“James, Amanda has to get going, so after she leaves I want you to put this refreshment tray away and clean up the kitchen before you go to bed. Do you have your list of chores I expect you to do for the weekend?” 

James grunted out that he had. 

“Tell them to me, from memory, what are you going to be doing this weekend while I go shopping tomorrow.” 

James hesitated a little too long so I gave him a nudge with my feet. Then he told us how we would be doing the dusting, vacuuming, laundry and cutting the lawn.  

“Very good, and if you don’t do an excellent job, and I mean A+, you will be punished. But you like to be punished, don’t you husband of mine? You have a bit of a Mommy thing going, don’t you, wanting your wife to punish you when you are naughty.” 

James’ face turned red when I mentioned the punishment and the Mommy thing.  

“Look Amanda, he is embarrassed. See how easy it is to embarrass him. But it’s all true you know, he likes to be punished.”  

I said some more things, like how I can go out with whomever I want, when I want. How I am free to sleep with other men, if I so choose but he must remain totally loyal, devoted and monogamous to me. James acknowledged all of his by nodding his head up and down.  

Although she didn’t say much, I could tell Amanda enjoyed watching, especially when I humiliate him about me dating other men. I couldn’t  quite read her when I was humiliating James about his chores and possible punishment but Amanda seems to get a real kick watching me humiliate James about my active social life. Go figure!  Who would have thought that conservative Amanda would harbor cuckolding fantasies? I wonder how she would respond if she knew the truth about me and Derik? I just might let her in on that. Maybe not right away because I have to be careful. I have to be certain I can trust her with those kinds of secrets. Fantasy talk is one thing, reality based femdom is another. 

Finally, the show was over. Amanda got up and left and I retired to bed. I originally told James to join me in the bedroom when he was done with his duties in the kitchen but once I hit the mattress, I was out. James came in and woke me by climbing into bed, thinking he was going to be allowed to orally service me, but I sent him away. I wanted to sleep. It happens. 

Yesterday, James asked me if I thought we could bring Amanda more into our femdom play. Obviously he thinks I have some kind of a plan when it comes to Amanda, but I really don’t. I hope she continues to ask questions. I would love to see her blossom into a Domme but I have no plans right now to have her watch me discipline or dominate James outside of humiliation. Maybe in the future but I know from experience to take these things very slow.

 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The correlation between male endowment and humiliation play


I’ve gotten quite a few e-mails regarding my last post. One e-mail wanted to know more of the details on how exactly I dominated and verbally humiliated James after Derik left the hotel room. Perhaps I should have elaborated on that a little more than I did but my post was already longer than I had planned. Besides, readers of my blog can always go back and read some of my past entries that involve humiliation play to get an idea of how I go about it, the kinds of things I say, the buttons I like to push, etc.  

In order for humiliation play to work it has to be a two way street. Yes, I want to humiliate James in a way that turns me on but I also want to do it in a way that turns him on. Over the years I have learned which buttons to push in order to turn his embarrassment and humiliation into sexual arousal. James would be the first to admit that he was embarrassed and humiliated as he watched me performing an intimate act on Derik. He confessed to me that it was hard to watch at times and he also felt some jealousy. After all, it has been ages since he has last experienced what I did with Derik. And if I have my way, he will never experience the pleasurable sensation of a woman’s mouth on his penis ever again. I can guarantee you he will never again experience me doing that to him.  

So to give you a few additional details about last Monday, after Derik left the room I had James take off his clothes and lay down across the bed. I gave him a warm-up whipping with the flogger before switching to the riding crop. But it was a mild whipping, nothing too harsh. For one thing, I don’t like to whip a man hard in a hotel room because I am always afraid someone in the next room might hear it. Secondly, I wasn’t in the mood to whip hubby too hard. The whipping was more about what it represented. Derik gets an intimate BJ. Hubby gets the whip and the strap-on. 

And thinking of the strap-on, that is where the verbal humiliation comes into play. I put the harness around my waist and as I was lubing the dildo and hubby’s anus, I began to taunt him how much bigger Derik’s “cock” is than his and how much I enjoy sucking a “real man’s dick”. Those are the kind of buttons that I press to get hubby aroused. Watching me with Derik was not easy for James but having me humiliate him about it is what turns him on. I’ve learned these little sayings over the years, the sayings that excite my James.

To be honest, he has an adequate penis. I was never disappointed in his penis prior to this lifestyle. Granted he doesn’t measure up to Derik or to some of the other men I’ve been with but I was never a size Queen. All things being equal, I prefer a bigger cock, I think any woman who is honest would admit that, but for most women it is not the end all. Men are far more obsessed with measuring themselves against themselves. I think us dominant women simply use men’s insecurities about penis size as a weapon.  

James loves it when I tell him that he doesn’t measure up. I don’t know where that comes from. I asked him once if a woman ever said that to him in his past and he said “No”. So why does he want to be humiliated like this? Maybe it has to do with porn. A lot of men watching porn are seeing guys with bigger packages fucking women so they assume that their smaller packages can never please a woman. I don’t know but it is prevalent in femdom. A lot of submissive men like to be humiliated about having smaller cocks, whether it is true or not.  

Derik is bigger and thicker than James, that is the truth, and that is why I wanted James to watch. I had shown him pictures of Derik’s cock before, snapping photos of it with my cellphone, but I knew it would really humiliate him if he saw it in person. Now that he has, I can forever use that in our playtime. Now when I tell James that he doesn’t measure up to Derik, he has the visual forever in his mind. It presses those old buttons while adding a new button at the same time.  

So while I was taking James with my strap-on, I verbally humiliated him about how he doesn’t measure up. I made him confess to me how he felt when he watched me pleasuring Derik. James searched for the right words and the strap-on brought out more of his submission. He was very vulnerable and that is when he confessed to me that he felt unworthy of me and inadequate as a man.  

Is he inadequate as a man? Of course not! He is a lovely man and very adequate on many levels. But for whatever reason he wants to feel inadequate sexually. He wants to feel unworthy of me. And furthermore he NEEDS to feel inadequate and unworthy. That is his sexuality. I used to try to figure it out but it is pretty much a futile endeavor. It is like asking a man why he is gay or why he likes women. James is what he is and there are thousands and thousands of other men just like him out there. Cuckolding sites are popular because a lot of men are turned on by the concept of their wives being with a better endowed man.  

So yes I verbally humiliated my hubby as I took him with my strap-on and I’ve been teasing him about last Monday all week long. I love to come up from behind him and reach around and grab his cock cage, teasing him how he is locked up because he can’t please me the way Derik and other men can. Whenever I do this, James gets very turned on. We both do. It never fails.