Thursday, January 1, 2015

Hubby gets humiliated on New Year’s Eve


No, I am not back to regular blogging and yes, this is my second post this week, but I promised to post when something out of the ordinary occurs in our femdom lifestyle and last night definitely fits that bill.  

We went out for New Year’s Eve with my friend Amanda. You remember my friend Amanda, I’ve dominated James in front of her a few times in the past. She had no plans so I invited her to come with us. We actually met another couple for dinner, so the five of us had a nice dinner from 7:30 to 9:00. The other couple had plans so they left us after dinner and James, Amanda and I went to a bar/nightclub. 

The place was crowded but we got there early enough to get a table. The place filled in and was standing room only by 11:00. I didn’t know a soul there but in came a man I used to work with (I’ll call him Alan). I always liked him, he’s slightly older but he’s very tall and in great shape. On one of my trips to the bathroom, I passed his table and he invited me to sit down. We chatted for a while and I told him I was there with my husband and my friend. He seemed disappointed that I was still married and wasn’t there alone. I could tell he was attracted to me. He bought me a drink and by now I had consumed quite a few adult beverages. I was a bit tipsy and flirtatious.  

I made my way back to James and Amanda and the clock finally hit midnight. I gave James a kiss and Amanda a hug, then we made our way over toward the bar and bumped into Alan and I wished him a Happy New Year. He kissed me on my cheek and I grabbed his face and gave him a big, long kiss on his lips. James was standing right there watching. I turned around and ordered him to go fetch me a drink. He hesitated, so I said in a rather bold voice, “you heard me, I need a drink!” I then gave Alan another kiss and I rubbed his crotch with my hand. He had an erection.  

Alan whispered in my ear, asking me if I wanted to meet him later at his place. I declined but I said, “Do you want to go to my car for a few minutes?” James drove and we brought the SUV. I had not had sex with a man in months and I was very horny but Alan lived locally so I didn’t want to fuck him. That would complicate things, however when I rubbed his cock and felt his erection, I was turned on by its size. 

James came back with my drink and I told him to wait on me and I asked him for the car keys as I took Alan by the hand and led him out of the bar and into the parking lot. We went into the backseat and made out. I allowed him to fondle my breasts and suck my nipples. He removed my panties, and I let him, but I told him I couldn’t fuck him since I was a married woman. He fingered me while we kissed some more and I unzipped his pants and gave him a brief BJ before giving him a hand job. I told him to tell me when he was going to climax. When he did, I had him do it in my panties. I wiped him up and my panties were covered with his semen. I placed the panties in a plastic bag that was lying on the floor of the SUV, and Alan and I went back into the bar. He asked me if I was happily married, and I told him “yes” which seemed to shock him.  

Alan must have been feeling very guilty because he avoided my hubby and went and got his friend and they left. I stayed there and had another drink and talked with Amanda, who was wondering where I had gone. I just smiled and told her I’d tell her later.  

We finally left the bar around 1:30 am and headed home. I announced to Amanda that the after-party was at my house. When we got home, I was still feeling no pain from the alcohol, and I could tell James was a little irritable about me leaving the bar with Alan. He didn’t say anything, like a good hubby, but I could read his body language. He was sober and I know he doesn’t like it when he is sober and I am drunk and flirtatious with other men.  

Amanda was still there so I decided to humiliate hubby some more. The three of us were sitting in the living room and I began to tell Amanda where I had went and what I did with Alan in the back seat of my SUV. James was there listening but I just acted like he wasn’t there as I told Amanda how I “made out” with Alan and what a nice cock he had.  

Then I grabbed the plastic bag and produced my semen stained panties. I ordered James to kneel before me and I placed the panties in his mouth. Amanda laughed. I then gave James two slaps to his face and told he had to keep the panties in his mouth until Amanda leaves. She stayed for another hour and every time we looked over at James, we both started chuckling.  

Finally, Amanda left and I allowed James to remove the panties from his mouth. I kissed him on his forehead, wished him Happy New Year again, and told him to join me in my bed. He licked me to orgasm and then I feel asleep. Not a bad way to start off a new year.

 

Monday, December 29, 2014

A very vanilla holiday season, although …


… last Wednesday night, I dominated the living hell out of my poor hubby and I don’t think he’s quite recovered yet. And to think this all happened on Christmas Eve, after a lovely candlelight church service. But more on that in a minute.  

I appreciate all the e-mails from my blog readers, wishing me a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday and some begging me to come back to blogging on a regular basis. I realize some of you live your femdom fantasies through me and my hubby’s lifestyle, and I’m flattered, but really we’ve had a very vanilla holiday season. To be perfectly frank, sex and D/s have been almost non-existent.  

I really got into the holidays this year, decorating the house, making cookies, eating way too much food and I even volunteered at a local church that made up shoe boxes of toys and goodies to send to children around the world. And we’ve been spending time with family. So there really hasn’t been much in the way of femdom to blog about.  

However, there was Christmas Eve. I don’t know what got into me other than it had to be my repressed sexual drive and my bottled-up dominant energy needing release. We attended a most pleasant church service with my hubby’s family and then James and I came home, just the two of us, and exchanged gifts. One of his gifts to me was a pair of knee high stiletto heel leather boots that lace up in the back with a zipper on the side. Very sexy! 

I wasn’t really in the mood for a femdom session on Christmas Eve, but James practically begged me to try them on, and he of course assisted me, lacing them up. Seeing my hubby on his knees, lacing up my new boots sparked something within me. It had been too long.  

I told hubby to wait a minute, and I went into the bedroom and opened my toy box and decided to dress up. I put on my custom fit leather pants and my new leather corset. I added my opera gloves and my new boots. I grabbed a riding crop and it was time to give hubby a special Christmas gift.  

I appeared in the doorway decked in all leather and invited him into my bedroom. He was back on his knees in no time, licking my leather pants, licking my new boots, planting kisses and licking as if the leather were food and he was starving. In a way, he was starving. He was starving for domination, and I was starving, to dominate him. And boy did I ever dominate him. 

I should have written about this the next day, while it was all so fresh in my mind, but it was Christmas and the next several days were busy. Today is the first chance I had to write about this. So without giving you a complete blow by blow (pun intended) let me give you a summary. 

After he worshipped my leather clad body, I tied hubby face down to my bed and used the riding crop on his eager ass. And just not the riding crop. My toy chest was open so all of my implements were accessible. I went from crop to flogger to cat to paddle to tawse to strap to cane. Hubby’s ass was as red as a candy cane when I was done and he went from being excited to whimpering to begging for mercy. I of course stopped, but not until he uttered his safe word. It has been such a long time since he had used his safe word during a session, so long that I forgot what it was. But when he screamed out “Monday!!!” I knew he couldn’t take any more.  

But I wasn’t done, no indeed, I was very wet. I got my strap-on harness, and lubricated a moderate sized dildo and climbed on top of hubby’s striped and bruised ass and gave him a fucking he will not soon forget. I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him toward me, plunging the dildo deep inside and I had all of this energy, and I spent most of that energy slamming the dildo in and out with a violent aggression I have not experienced in some time. Like I said, I had all of this dominant energy bottled up and it came rushing out of me. I even pulled his hair while I was taking him with my strap-on and I was scratching his back with my nails, I scratched his back so hard that it was actually bleeding in spots. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done that.  

I eventually got tired so I untied James and had him roll over. You should have seen his face. He looked like a man who just had his virginity taken from him without consent. He had a dazed expression, one of pleasure and fear. He couldn’t believe I was that rough on him.  

I removed my boots and my pants and I climbed on his face and grinded against his nose and his mouth, sitting on his face, until he licked me to orgasm. It didn’t take long, I was that excited, but I wanted more, so I had him get up and I took his place on the bed, and he went between my legs and licked me and sucked my clit for a good ten minutes until I had a second orgasm.  

I decided to give him one final Christmas gift. It had been almost two months since his last sanctioned orgasm (that I know about) so I gave him permission to fetch the key and unlock his chastity device. I knew he was in the mood to worship boots, but I didn’t want him to soil my new pair, so I had him fetch the older thigh high pair from my trunk and he put them on me. I sat on the edge of the bed and I ordered him to hump the boots like a dog. He rubbed his erect penis against the soft leather and it took him longer than I would have expected but he finally climaxed all over the boot that adorned my right leg. I ordered him to lick up his mess, which he did, a bit reluctantly at first, but he was a good boy and gave the boot a thorough cleaning with his tongue. 

The night had a real effect on James. He licked so much leather (and pussy) that he had a blister on his tongue the next morning. He was in subspace for days and the whip marks have yet to totally fade, although they’re almost gone. I had to laugh when we went out for Christmas dinner. James kept squirming in the chair, shifting around due to the marks on his still sore behind. He told family his back was bothering him. 

Other than that one crazy night, we have been living a rather traditional, vanilla life as of late. Maybe in the new year we will get back into more femdom play. You just never know. And he never knows when the mood to dominant him might strike me again.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

My new corset and a most punitive and harsh discipline session


Hi everyone. First, let me thank you for all the kind e-mails I have received. I’m sorry I haven’t written any of you back but I thank you for understanding why I’ve taken a sabbatical from blogging. I have no idea if and when I'll be a regular blogger again but I promised to post from time to time if anything noteworthy happened in our lifestyle.  

Overall, things have been rather mundane. This hasn’t been the best autumn for us when it comes to femdom as life keeps getting in the way. Family issues, health issues, work issues, you know how it is. But we try to still play on occasion and hubby has been obedient in doing his chores and tending to my needs, for the most part. 

I promised to write about Halloween but I didn’t go out this year. It was a rainy night and I just wasn’t feeling it.  

My new corset arrived and as promised here are a few pictures.
 


 

 
 


James got very excited when he saw me in it. I added my thigh high boots and leather opera gloves to the outfit and needless to say, it led to a most erotic night with plenty of leather licking and body worship performed by James. This put me in the mood to administer an attitude adjustment to my hubby. Not that he wasn’t a good boy but I don’t want him to ever become complacent. He can always do better.  

I wasn’t sure which implements to use but I saw my collection of Delrin canes which are most severe. Yes, I was in the mood for a harsh session.
 
 
 
 

I restrained James on my bed using nylon ropes. I proceeded to administer 10 strikes each with 6 different Delrin canes. James’ bottom was a little tender from only getting spankings with my hands or my hairbrush over the past month. It has been a while since he had endured these dreaded canes. He was excited at first but before long I had him flinching, whining and begging. I administered a total of 60 as I lectured him on how his submission had been less than stellar lately and I reminded him that just because I have taken a break from dating, I was still a liberated woman who was free to have an active love life outside our marriage if and when I meet the right man. When I was done with his caning he had some nasty looking welts and stripes across his ass. 
 
I untied him, turned him over and took the short cane and I cupped his balls in my hand and I gave them 5 moderate smacks, hard enough to cause a bruise across his right testicle. James let out a loud scream. I didn’t mean to hit his balls that hard, but oh well, it happens.   
 
I then removed my panties and sat on his face and had him give me a rim job to my ass for a few minutes before I slid my pussy over his mouth and had him tongue me to orgasm. It was the best session we’ve had this autumn. The next day, James bought me flowers and promised to improve in his servitude. He needed an attitude adjustment and I was more than happy to give him one.
 
Not sure when I will post again but if something special happens, be it a great session or a lifestyle change, I’m sure I will share.

 

Friday, October 3, 2014

Taking a break from regular blog updates


In June 2011, I was looking for something to motivate me with the femdom lifestyle. I was active in the lifestyle from 1998 to 2008 but had taken a hiatus from the lifestyle for a few years. When I decided to give it another go, I needed something to make it fresh and exciting again. That’s when I decided to write this blog. My purpose was two-fold.  

One, I wanted to share some of the experiences I had with femdom between 1998 and 2008. It was a wild ride where I went from nervous beginner to the Head Mistress of a femdom group. Along the way I was a phone Mistress, a pro Domme, and a movie reviewer for a popular femdom e-zine. I met some fascinating people on this journey and had some interesting experiences. I figured people would enjoy reading about them.   

The second purpose of this blog was to challenge me. I figured if I wrote about my femdom marriage, having a blog would push me to make certain I had something to write about. And it did. This blog was exactly what I needed to expand my horizons and try new things. It was also wonderful to be able to share my thoughts, struggles and challenges with others.  

But now I feel I need a break, not from the lifestyle, but from blogging about the lifestyle. Right now it is just hubby and I, no groups, no other people, just him and I practicing our lifestyle within our marriage. And that’s how I want it for now. No pressure to write about what we do or don’t do. I just want to reset things with him and, like I said in my previous post, focus on the fundamentals.  

In my opinion, where I see our focus over the next months would not make for a great blog and I’m afraid most of the entries would be redundant. How many times can I write about spanking hubby with my hairbrush? Or hubby giving me a massage? Or hubby doing his chores while wearing my panties? It’s fun for us but pretty tame. The thing is: I am ready for tame in my life. I want to work on my relationship with James without “would this make for a good blog entry” hanging over my head. I no longer want to be challenged or motivated. I want to just be, in a relaxed way, for now.  

Of course things can change and I might get on here from time to time to share with you if something extraordinary happens. Halloween is coming up so perhaps I will do a blog entry about what we do on that night, especially if I dress up in my new leather corset. So I am not saying I will never post again. Just don’t expect a weekly update. If things change, I will let you know.  

Thanks again for all the great comments and feedback I’ve received over these past three years. And it was great to touch base with some old friends who found me through this blog, especially the people from my ClubFEM days. God Bless you all!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

My focus for the Fall


As a follow-up to my previous post, Ginger e-mailed me yesterday and wanted to know if I wanted to get together with her and Dante again. I respectfully declined, although I admit there was a part of me that was tempted. What was it that tempted me? Being with Ginger? Being with Dante? Or being with the two of them at the same time? I know I sound like a prude but I really am conflicted about the whole thing. I think I am most tempted about Dante. He wins CFNM contests and he used to be a male dancer. I guess I should be flattered that she is willing to share him with me but of course that may be her only way of also being with me sexually. What would really be flattering is if I knew how Dante feels about it. If he was the one who asked Ginger to contact me about us getting together again, I am not so sure I could say no. Ginger is a lucky girl.

Dante still does the CFNM thing. Surely they can find someone else for a threesome, someone who is more into it than me. It was a hot experience but it was also a bit awkward, at least it was for me. The temptation is there to do it again. I hope I can shake it off. 

With Derik out of the picture, the focus for the Fall will be squarely on James. I want to re-establish the fundamentals with him again. I want to play more with him and maybe even go back to the drawing board and capture some of that magic we had when we first started out. I was even thinking about going back and doing the Elise Sutton ‘psychoanalysis of the submissive male’ procedures and exercises again. Those were a real eye opener and I learned a lot about my husband. They may seem lame compared to what we have evolved into as far as our lifestyle but it never hurts to re-stablish the fundamentals. I also remember the excellent article by a woman named Monica, “The Four Cornerstones of a successful FemDom marriage”. There is some excellent advice in there. 

I am not giving up on cuckolding. I recently wrote about the benefits of cuckolding, but I am going to take my time before I jump into another relationship with a man. If I meet someone, great, but I am not going to rush things. Ginger suggested I place a profile on the Ashley Madison website, a site dedicated to married people seeking affairs. Ginger said she knows women who use the site for cuckolding. The men that contact them think they are interested in having an affair, and they are, but what they don’t know is that the woman’s husband is fully aware of it.  

No, I don’t feel compelled to rush out to find a lover. I think it will be fun to explore other areas of D/s and femdom with James. In fact, the other day I called the fetish store in Vegas, the place that made me my custom leather pants, and asked them about a leather corset I saw on their site. It is really sexy. They still have my measurements so they’re going to make me one. That might be just what we need to add some extra fuel to our D/s sessions. I remember how excited James became when I got my custom made leather pants. We had some wonderful sessions, some of which I recorded in my blog. I’ll be sure to take a picture of the corset and post it when it arrives.

 

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.