Sunday, October 27, 2013

Hubby makes it to 10 weeks. Rewarded with humiliating orgasm

It’s a new record for us! James was denied since August 17 and yesterday was exactly 70 days. And what a day it was. Hubby was primed after a day of walking around the leather flea market with me and my dominant girlfriend, Ginger, seeing all the kinky clothing and toys. The sights and smells added to his arousal and anticipation.
I bought a few small items, nothing fancy or expensive, although I have a nice collection of business cards with websites to order things in the future. I also picked up the book “At her feet”, which I’m looking forward to reading.


The four of us did dinner at Gordon Biersch in Rockville and then we headed to Ginger’s house. I didn’t bring a fetish outfit although I wore leather pants all day (I knew that would add to hubby’s excitement) with an orange and black sweater to give me a Halloween/Autumn look.
Once we got back to her place, Ginger had her hubby change into his maid’s outfit. He waited on us, fetching us drinks. Ginger had a glass of white wine. I had a beer at Gordon Biersch so I just had ice water at Ginger’s.
After we socialized a little, Ginger decided to give James a real thrill. She changed into her custom-made leather catsuit. I was there the day she was measured for it when we were in Vegas last June but yesterday was the first I saw her in it. Wow, did she look hot! The catsuit is black with red laces on the sides from her ankle to her underarms, and more laces on the arms. She wore a pair of red high heel shoes to complete the outfit. James’ tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. Ginger sat back down on the couch and had her hubby kneel with his head to the floor so she could use him as her footstool.
It was now time for the fun to begin. I grabbed my purse and produced the key to James’ CB6000. I had him undress and then I unlocked his chastity device. Surprisingly his erection was soft, which told me he was embarrassed and nervous being naked in front of Ginger. But once I caressed his skin with my hand and told him to stare at Ginger in her sexy catsuit, his erection sprang to attention.
I did a little verbal teasing, asking him how long it had been since he last climaxed. Then picking up on what I was doing, Ginger started to ask me about Derik and my time with him in Pittsburgh. Ginger teased James about what a hunk Derik is, as she met him when we were in Vegas in September. Then we began to tease both husbands about being cuckolds.
About this time I reached into my purse again and pulled out a dildo and a small tube of KY Jelly. I lubed up the dildo and I slowly inserted it into James’ anus. I then told him that I wanted him to ‘cum’ for me without any stimulation to his cock. I teased that he wasn’t worthy to have me touch his genitals.
I began to fuck him, holding the dildo in my hand, sliding it in and out. James was completely humiliated and totally embarrassed. Ginger added to his humiliation, making all kinds of comments, saying naughty things such as “You heard her, Bitch, cum for us!” and “Show us what a slut you are!”
James was dripping pre-cum so Ginger fetched a condom and put it on him. James got really excited as she touched his cock briefly by rolling the condom over it. He was on the edge but struggled to orgasm with no physical touching of his penis. Ginger twisted his nipples as I continued to hand fuck him with the dildo. I admonished him, “Come on James, DO IT, my arm is getting tired. DO IT else I’m putting you back in chastity.”
Ginger chimed in, “You heard your Mistress.DO IT BITCH!”
And with that James’ body convulsed and he shot his load into the condom.
“Good boy!” I commented as I withdrew the dildo.
Ginger held up a small plastic garbage can and James had to roll off the condom and expose of it in the trash. Ginger drove the point home by saying, “That’s what your wife thinks of your orgasms, Bitch. They belong in the garbage along with other unnecessary and useless things”.
Ginger likes to call her hubby her Bitch, so she uses that word a lot. James seemed to respond to being called ‘Bitch’ so perhaps I’ll start calling him that when I dominate him. 
After he dropped the condom into the garbage, James then knelt down and became my footstool as Ginger and I chatted a little more, totally ignoring our husbands. We even talked about possibly double dating over the Holidays, Ginger with her lover Dante, and me with my new lover Derik. That had to be extra humiliating to our husbands, hearing their wives making plans about going on dates with other men.
We stayed until around 10:00 before finally heading home. Although he was embarrassed and humiliated I think James had a great time and was most appreciative of my efforts to make his orgasm special.
This morning, I allowed him to masturbate once more, kneeling in front of me, climaxing into a hand towel. I wanted to make sure he was totally cleaned out before locking him back in chastity. Our next denial goal is 11 weeks. That means hubby will be denied until January 3. Maybe I’ll make it New Year’s Day. That would be 10 weeks and 5 days, which would be a new record for us.
Now comes the hard part. James experiences a letdown that lasts for days after he is allowed an orgasm. He has a lot of leafs to rake today. As long as he tends to his chores I’ll give him his space as his sexual batteries begin the process of recharging.
I’d still like to find a Halloween party on Thursday night. I’d love to wear my custom made leather pants and leather Sgt. Pepper’s jacket.


It’s the one night each year I can wear fetish clothing locally and people not think anything of it. Maybe my girlfriend, Amanda, will go with me. I think I’ll leave hubby home alone.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Leather Flea Market this Saturday in Rockville, MD

Ginger finally wrote me back and she’s definitely down with doing something for Halloween but not on October 31 because she has other plans that night. She suggested we do something either this Saturday, October 26, or next Saturday, November 2.
Ginger also told me that this coming Saturday there is a Leather Flea Market in Rockville Maryland at the Crown Plaza hotel. There will be 50 vendors selling goodies from whips to leather and latex clothing to corsets to kinky footwear to all types of toys. She suggested that perhaps James and I could meet her and her hubby there and we could all go shopping together. Afterwards we could have dinner and then return to her place where she and I could dominate James prior to granting him permission to finally release in a yet to be determined humiliating way.
Sounds like a plan to me. Here is the link for the Leather Flea Market. We will not be going to the play party since we are not members of this group but I’m sure our own little private party back at Ginger’s place will be second to none.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Pushing hubby’s limits as Halloween approaches

Not much to report lately. I’ve made a conscious decision not to ‘play’ with hubby until Halloween in order to safeguard he doesn’t have an ‘accident’. He hasn’t had an orgasm since August 17th and he is pretty much at his limit. I’ve been teasing him, calling him my little horn-dog as he is noticeably horny and very affectionate from the denial process. I know from experience that any kind of intense D&S play or sexual contact would be setting him up to fail, and I want him to reach my goal of Halloween before he is allowed to climax.
At this point I’m even afraid to allow him to give me a massage as any kind of touch might be too much for him to handle. Just the other day he confessed to having lots of sexual and bizarre dreams. That’s a sure sign that he is desperate for an orgasm. I’ve been trying my best to channel his sexual energy into serving me domestically, assigning him extra chores and housework. I allow him to wear a pair of my panties to give him a little extra thrill when he does the housework but I have to be very careful over these next 10 days. It is times like this that I wish I had a lover who lived close-by because I feel denied since I can’t ‘use’ hubby’s gifted tongue or even strap a dildo to his face. I’m afraid it would be too much excitement for him.

I guess I’ll just have to use my vibrator when I’m alone in bed between now and Halloween. In fact, I did just that the other night as I replayed my sexual liaison with Derik in my mind. I also like to think about denying hubby and how he is suffering to please his Mistress. I can’t explain it but knowing that my husband is locked in chastity and completely under my control always makes me very wet.
I’m trying to organize something special for Halloween. I wrote Ginger to see what she is doing. My idea is for us to go to a Halloween party where Ginger and I flirt and dance with other men while our husbands watch us. Then later that night, perhaps in a hotel room, I would allow James to remove his chastity device and make him jerk off in front of me and Ginger and whomever else I invite. That would be most humiliating for James. As always, I am open to suggestions and ideas.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

22nd Anniversary

This weekend James and I celebrated our 22nd Wedding Anniversary. You may recall that last year I did something extra naughty for our 21st Anniversary. I went away for the weekend with my then lover, Thomas, while hubby stayed home in chastity tending to a list of assigned tasks and chores. That was a profound weekend for me as I had the revelation that my marriage to James would never quite be the same. You see we have dabbled with femdom on and off since the late 90’s with many wild encounters and experiences. However, I always held out the possibility that someday James and I might return to a more traditional and vanilla marriage. Not that I wanted that but it was always a possibility, especially after I took a several year hiatus from the lifestyle prior to deciding to give it another go around.
But last year when I chose to humiliate my husband by going away with Thomas on our wedding Anniversary, I knew there was no going back. Femdom is who we are. James needs it for reasons I will probably never fully understand and as I have matured I have come to realize that my femdom marriage with James fits perfectly with my own personality and sexuality. Like I said, it is who we are.
This year there was no wild event to mark our anniversary. Last weekend was kind of similar to last year but it was different because it was not on the exact date of our anniversary. This year I chose to spend it with James. But we didn’t play or have an intense D&S session or any kind of sex for that matter. No, we went out for a nice dinner and when we came home, we enjoyed a bottle of wine and toasted our love for each other and 22 wonderful, exciting, and adventuresome years.
I told James that had I known about his kinks the day we became engaged I seriously doubt I would have married him. If someone would have pulled back the curtain of our future 22 years down the line and I would have seen me having other lovers, wearing leather and whipping my husband, taking him with a strap-on, etc. I would have run for the hills.
But after living this with him, it all seems so natural. It was a progression, slow in the beginning, with lots of trial and error, ups and downs. Now I can honestly say I wouldn’t trade my 22 years with James for anything or anyone. It has rarely been boring, it has been fun, my sex life is better today than it was when I was in my early 20’s, and I can honestly say that I truly love my husband. Even when I humiliate him, I do it because I know he gets off on it (mentally, not physically), and so do I. But I have never lost respect for him. I am thankful he had the incredible courage to confess this part of him to me. It opened the door for us to embark on an amazing journey. I can’t wait to see what the next 22 years will bring.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Making hubby do what he doesn’t want to do

It’s Friday night and I’m nice and relaxed, having received a most wonderful massage tonight from James. Usually I would have had hubby go down on me after the massage so I can achieve total relaxation, but I’m saving myself sexually for Derik.
I will be leaving tomorrow around Noonish for my weekend fling. James has been a good hubby, making sure my car is in top condition for the drive, filling the gas tank, checking the air in my tires, etc. He also packed my overnight bag which includes sexy lingerie for me to wear. I let James pick out what he thinks makes me look the sexiest. I knew he was going to choose my white lingerie outfit that includes see-thru bra, lace panties, garter belt and stockings. That’s his favorite. For good measure I had him also pack the lime green lingerie set. Thomas loved the lime green outfit. That was his favorite as he said it accentuated my fair skin and red hair.
Hubby is most cooperative and he is in a very submissive state of mind. Thursday night I told him about Ginger’s suggestion that I tell Derik that my husband is impotent should he not fully comprehend cuckolding. James did not like that idea. I think it’s a male ego thing. Even your most submissive man doesn’t want another man to think he is impotent. And of course James is not impotent, far from it. Whenever I let him out of his chastity cage, his erection springs to attention. But that doesn’t matter. I don’t want to scare Derik off by telling him about my hubby who wears a chastity cage. That might come later but not right now. So the impotent story is a perfect cover.
And of course I also shared with James the idea I received on my blog about having him write Derik a letter, telling him that he’s impotent. James was terrified at the thought. I made it much worse by telling him my idea of perhaps skipping the letter and calling him up on the phone and letting him tell Derik that he’s impotent and as such he gives Derik permission to make love to his wife.
James didn’t like that at all. Again, the male ego at work. I was only half serious about the phone call, after all that might really scare Derik off. He doesn’t strike me as the type who wants to be a pawn in some bizarre couple’s sex games. And I don’t want him to be that either. I really like Derik and this could develop into something special. But I have to use every opportunity to humiliate my husband. I just have to.
I saw the struggle on his face and I allowed him to speak his mind. He was dead set against the impotency letter and he was really against the phone call. I took that as a challenge. So what did I do? I had fun with it.
I threw on a leather bra and leather thong and I strapped a dildo around my waist. I asked James to please join me in the bedroom. He saw the leather and the rubber phallus and he knew I was serious. In my most bitchy voice, I ordered my husband to kneel before me. I then let him know in no uncertain terms that he was going to write Derik a letter and in that letter he was going to tell him that he is impotent, that Viagra doesn’t work for him, but he loves me so much that he wants me to be sexually fulfilled, therefore he encourages me to date other men.
As I told James these very firm instructions, I forced the dildo into his mouth and slammed it in and out of his mouth, forcing him to deep throat it. Next, I ordered him to undress and to assume the position on the bed. The position is two pillows in the center covered with a towel and him face down, his ass elevated, awaiting my strap-on.
I used a latex glove and lube to prepare him but then I forced the dildo into him and gave him a hard and fast strap-on session as I reiterated what I expected to be in the letter. And I wanted it completed and in my possession by Friday night, no later than 8pm. I banged James with forceful thrusts for a good 15 minutes straight. It was quite the workout and I was soaked in sweat when I was done (it’s been warm here and the air condition has been off in favor of ceiling fans).
The strap-on session had hubby in a most compliant mood. In fact, not only did he write the letter and give it to me this evening, he offered to give me a massage tonight so I would be nice and relaxed for my trip.
The letter was fairly brief but it got to the point. I asked James if he felt deeply humiliated as he wrote the letter. He confessed that he did. I also asked him if he got aroused writing the letter. He did.
I’m hoping not to have to give Derik the letter but if he should question me, if he should show reservations about my unique marriage, the letter just might come in handy. But if nothing else, I was able to get my husband to do something he did not want to do, and that always gets me excited.