Strap-on Marathon

Not much to report femdom wise the past couple of weeks as our lives have been rather vanilla. However, last night I felt James needed to be dominated. Whenever we go several weeks without ‘playing’ hubby’s level of servitude definitely slips. I don’t think he is mindful of this but it happens. Some dominant wives stress the importance of a weekly discipline session and I tend to agree with this philosophy. Nonetheless, it is not always easy to incorporate a D&S session when other life situations arise. That is the reality.

Anywho, last night I was in the mood to dominate hubby but I wasn’t in the mood to administer a spanking or corporal punishment. It’s been awhile since we engaged in strap-on play and as I was going through my “toy box”, fooling around with my harness, I was pondering which dildo to use. I laid out several of them and that’s when I had an epiphany. Why not use them all?

Hubby got home from work and I was waiting on him. I was fully clothed, wearing jeans but I had my strap-on harness firmly in place. His eyes lit up when he saw what I had in store for him.
 

I marched him upstairs to the office where I had the massage table set up with the wrist and ankle restraints tied to the legs of the table. I ordered James to undress and I bound him over the table.

I lubed him up with KY Jelly (I always use lots of lube) and I carefully guided the dildo into his waiting rectum. I was still totally clothed and I began to dominate him by thrusting my hips. As I was doing this I lectured him about his slippage in doing his chores and I added plenty of verbal humiliation as I reminded him of his place in our marriage. When I talk like this it gets us both excited. After a good ten minutes of pounding his ass, I began to get over heated. I took off the harness and stripped out of my jeans. I placed the next larger in size dildo into the harness and I took up where I left off by taking my hubby with my strap-on.

 

 

I dominated him in this manner for another ten to fifteen minutes and his body language and his deep moans and sighs told me that he had slipped into subspace. I made him repeat back to me all that I had lectured him about. By this time hubby was most compliant.

I withdrew the dildo and I sat down in a chair to take a much deserved break. I eyed up James and he was a sight to behold, draped over the table with his hands and ankles bound, his well fucked ass sticking up in the air.

I contemplated releasing him but I wanted to dominate him some more. I put an even larger dildo into my harness, one he usually fears due to its size, and I walked behind him and slowly eased it inside of him. I teased him, “You gonna take it for me, slut?”

And with that I continued on with the marathon session as I administered a long, slow, methodical fucking with the large dildo. Hubby’s gasps and heavy breathing signaled to me that it was both painful and pleasurable for him. I could sense he was on the edge of climaxing from the dildo hitting his prostrate but I forbade him to orgasm and ordered him to let me know if he couldn’t hold back. He did his best but finally he admitted he was about to cum. Therefore I withdrew the dildo to prevent him from climaxing.

I untied James from the massage table and I took off my harness. I climbed onto the table and ordered him to orally pleasure me. It didn’t take me long as I was very turned on from our marathon strap-on session. After I was satisfied, I dismissed James and ordered him to prepare dinner. I denied him an orgasm and he had to go about his nightly duties sexually frustrated. Nonetheless, he was very loving toward me and he was eager to please. The tone for the weekend had been set.