Sunday, March 31, 2013
Denial goal falls two days short
“The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray” or in this case, the best laid plan of a dominant wife will have to wait for another day. I came up with what I thought was a rather creative way to allow my hubby a humiliating orgasm on March 31, ending two months of denial. However, we fell two days short of that goal due to an “accident” during his discipline session on Friday night. I probably should have postponed his weekly discipline session knowing he has been on edge sexually as of late, due to being denied for so long. But I guess you can say we flew too close to the sun and got burned. I take my share of the responsibility on this but of course he shoulders the bulk of the blame and will be punished accordingly.
Friday night I was in the mood to discipline hubby and I was in the mood to add a little flavor to it by dressing in leather bra, leather thong and my thigh high leather boots. I began with an over the lap spanking with my hairbrush (hubby in chastity) but the poor dear got too excited and started to experience some discomfort from his balls being so full and swollen and the plastic ring of the chastity device restricting the blood flow. His balls were turning purple so I had to make a decision … end the session or allow him out of chastity. I made the wrong choice and should have known better but what can I say, I was in the mood to dominate him. I put my faith in his ability to place mind over body. I thought he could hold back his orgasm if I didn’t touch his erection. I was sadly mistaken.
After I unlocked his chastity device and he painfully was able to remove it from his expanded testicles, I knew I couldn’t put him back over my lap. If his erection touched my soft thighs for a second I knew he would have difficulty not climaxing.
So I had the idea that I would place him in bondage in a stand up position and a more severe discipline session might make him go limp. It’s worked in the past. We have hooks in the doorframe of the doorway leading from my bedroom to my bathroom. James is tall so he was able to stretch his arms out over his head while keeping his feet firmly on the floor. Standing on a stool I tied his wrists to the hooks using leather wrist cuffs. Once he was secured, I began to whip his backside with my riding crop. As is normal during our discipline sessions, I graded his performance in doing his chores and his overall level of servitude over the past week. I pointed out where he could improve as well as verbalize to him what was expected of him in the week to come.
As I was whipping his buttocks with the crop, increasing the severity, I noticed he was not going limp at all. In fact, he was dripping an unusual amount of pre-cum. That should have been a red flag for me to stop, but again I wanted to see if he could resist. Besides, there have only been a few occasions when hubby has climaxed during a session without any physical stimulation.
I switched to the cane, figuring the pain from the dreaded cane would decrease his sexual excitement and as a result lessen his erection. I figured it might help if I could get his mind to focus on something else so I ordered him to count each stroke of the cane. We got to about 7 or 8 when he let out a scream and he shot his load all over the bathroom floor.
If it’s of any consolation, I can tell you it was not a pleasurable orgasm. He tried to hold back and he was feeling the brunt of my cane as he was climaxing. I was not really upset, in fact I was kind of amazed at what I just witnessed. But I gave him 5 more hard blows with the cane as a way of expressing my displeasure before I untied him and made him clean up his mess.
I felt a little sorry for him so I allowed him to worship my boots and my body (his erection still very, very stiff) and orally pleasure me. Then my kindness overflowed as I ordered him to masturbate in front of me and permitted him another orgasm if he could do it in 60 seconds. He did.
My purpose of allowing him the second orgasm was for health concerns. I wasn’t sure his plumbing got a full cleaning with the first orgasm seeing it happened without any physical stimulation. I wanted to be sure that all got properly flushed out before I placed him back in chastity.
His punishment for the unauthorized orgasm? Two more months of denial. I have a delicious plan in place for his next orgasm which if all goes according to plan will take place on May 31. And for the fun of it, I plan on keeping track of how many orgasms I have between now and then. It’s good to have goals, even if you don’t quite reach them.