Strap-on session

Last night I had a serious discussion with my hubby about what transpired Saturday night. He confessed to me that he found it to be an erotic experience as he listened to me “getting it on” with my date in the guest bedroom. However, he also admitted to me that he has struggled with it a little this week. It was a very constructive discussion and I saw his point about his fear of someone seeing Chase's car in our driveway and noticing me going out with him for breakfast the next day. I also see his point about my spontaneous actions of giving James the false impression that I was going to allow him the honor of orally pleasuring me but instead I left him hanging and went to be with my date. This caused James some anxiety about the situation.

Nevertheless, I pointed out to my husband that it was my decision and I enjoy having the freedom to be spontaneous when the mood strikes me. Negotiating limits is important within a FemDom marriage but in my mind those limits have long ago been established. James has consented to my right to be with other men so I don’t have to get his “blessing” each and every time a situation presents itself. If I were to do that, then he would be the dominant partner. He agreed with me as I explained this to him but I still felt he needed a reminder of his place in this marriage.

I was going through old e-mails and I recently came across one that Hillary had sent me many years ago about how she loved to change things up when she dominated her husband by using different rooms in the house, different furniture, different scenarios and so on and so forth. I felt like my husband needed a healthy dose of my strap-on but I didn’t want to do it on the bed. I wanted something different and something special.

I took him to the computer room and after he was naked, I had him bend over the desk. I tied his hands so they were spread out on top of the desk, running the rope under the desk and tying it to the legs of the desk. His ass was nice and accessible. The A/C was on full blast so it was cold in the room. I went and put on a pair of tight leather pants and strapped my harness around my waist. I selected a dildo a little bigger than the one I used on him the last time.

I carefully lubricated his anus using a latex glove and some KY jelly. Then I grabbed his shoulders and eased the dildo into him gently. Once it was in there, I began to take him forcefully, very forcefully, grabbing the sides of the desk to give me more leverage.

As I was “taking” my hubby I explained to him again, in no uncertain terms, how I make the decisions on what happens when I’m on a date. I reminded James that he can trust me to keep his interests in the forefront of my mind and that I have never abused that trust. I was then able to get him to surrender his insecurities and male ego over to me by verbally consenting that I’m allowed to be intimate with other men, even if that means doing it across the hall from his bedroom and making him listen in. I reminded James that he should be happy for me when I am with someone who is giving me pleasure.

The strap-on got my points across and James became very docile and compliant to all that I was saying. I even told him he could climax if he could do it from the stimulation of my strap-on. He tried, and he said he was close, but he couldn’t do it. I gave him more than an ample chance but he couldn’t do it, so I withdrew the dildo and untied him. “Lesson learned”, I told him and I ordered him to get dress.

I changed and retired to the living room to watch television. James prepared a snack and a drink for me. I could tell he was in a happy place. We both were.