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.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

Hubby gets spanked in front of my girlfriend

I know I haven’t posted much lately but its summer time and I’ve been out having fun. I try not to neglect hubby but there really hasn’t been much time for D&S play. Thinking of having fun, Derik and I are going away next weekend for a 5 day trip. James will be neglected again but I plan on leaving him a long list of chores to keep him occupied. I don’t think he is all too happy about me taking another vacation with Derik but that is the life of a cuckold. I plan on having a session or two with him before my trip to make sure he is in the proper mind space. Being dominated always helps James to view my vacations with other men in a more erotic light. If I approach it the correct way, my time with Derik is just a long D&S session for James. For me it is a whole lot more than that but I am mindful of hubby and his needs. 

Last night was a good start. I’ve been going out with my friend Amanda and I’ve shared with her bits and pieces of my lifestyle with James. I even told her that I had a “male friend” who I was going away with on a vacation. I’ve humiliated James in front of her a couple of times but I’ve wanted to do more. It’s a fine line to walk. I know she is very curious and intrigued but she is like that timid animal that if not approached correctly, it would be easy to scare her off. Finally I got her to agree to watch me spank James, as long as it wasn’t anything sexual. No nudity.  

So last night after we got back from our night out, Amanda and I relaxed in my living room while James served us a late night snack. I prepared hubby the night before, telling him of my plans, not for his benefit but for Amanda’s. I wanted it to go smoothly. James was very excited, I could tell by the bulge of his swollen balls in the tight shorts he was wearing as he served us.  

Finally the time was right. I ordered James to fetch my leather paddle from my bedroom. He was wearing a white tee-shirt and tight navy shorts. I had him hand me the paddle, remove his shorts and lay across my lap. He was still wearing black underwear. I’m not sure if Amanda noticed his chastity device or not. The dark underwear covers it pretty good. I was totally clothed, wearing blue jeans. I spread my legs and pulled the CB6000 between my jeans covered thighs then closed them tightly.  

I started by spanking his underwear covered ass, just as a warmup and to keep things light for Amanda. I didn’t include her, didn’t talk to her while I spanked James but I kept looking over at her to make sure she was okay with the scene. She was watching very intently. Her body language told me she was a little uncomfortable but definitely fascinated by what she was witnessing. 

I decided to be a little bolder so I hiked hubby’s underwear into the crack of his ass, exposing his cute butt cheeks. I began to spank him harder while I scolded him. I added some humiliated by informing him that I had a long list of chores I expected him to do while I went away with Derik. I continued to spank him harder and harder and James began to become most penitent, agreeing to be a good hubby and doing what he was told. James seemed to be extra humiliated with Amanda there watching him in such a vulnerable state.  

Normally, if Amanda wasn’t there, I would have injected some cuckolding talk into the conversation while I was dishing out his spanking, teasing hubby about all the great sex I would be having with my lover. Perhaps I should have because the last time Amanda seemed to enjoy me teasing him about other men flirting with me. However, I didn’t want to go there this time out of concern it would be too much. All Amanda knows about Derik is that we are close friends. I figure if she wants to know about my sex life, she will ask me, and if she does I will definitely tell her the truth. But I don’t want to push it unless she inquires. 

I ended his spanking by having hubby count out the final 10. His ass was a nice bright shade of pink with some red. It wasn’t the hardest spanking he’s received, not even close, but it was more than I had planned. I ordered him to put his shorts on and go clean up the kitchen. 

I’m not sure how Amanda felt about it. She is a girl of few words anyways and she didn’t offer much feedback. The only thing she said was “does he like being spanked like that?” Which I assured her he does. Amanda seems to be intrigued with dominating a man but she definitely always comes back to making sure James is happy in this arrangement. That shows she has a good heart, yet I sense there is a budding Domme wanting to come out.   

She didn’t leave right away, so that’s a good sign. She stayed and we watched a little television. James refilled our drinks once but he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen. Amanda eventually left. It will be interesting to see what she says to me the next time we get together, after last night has a chance to sink in. Baby steps, but if nothing else, last night allowed me to have a much overdue D&S session with hubby. That will help to set the stage for next weekend when I go away. I want to have at least one more session with him between now and Friday. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

The art of ball slapping

I finally have something new to share. Yesterday I had a surprise visitor, my dominant girlfriend Ginger. I hadn’t seen Ginger since last February but she and her hubby were passing by our area on their way to visiting relatives. She called me about 30 miles out and asked if we’d be home. They couldn’t stay too long but we ended up having a marvelous time.  

The only downer was that James had her hubby look at the Dream Lover 2000 to see if he could get the technology working again. It still works with the remote but the mobile feature hasn’t been working so I can’t use it remotely over the internet. I’ve wanted to take a trip to see Ginger so her hubby could look at it but we haven’t been able to make it down to visit her in the DC area.  So yesterday was the first chance. He tried his best but to no avail. Oh well, at least the hand remote still works for now. Perhaps we’ll get a new one later on because I really like the mobile capabilities and I understand they have a new and improved mobile app for the newer Dream Lovers.  

While the boys were playing around with the Dream Lover, Ginger and I got to catch up. Her lifestyle is about the same. She is still dating Dante and her cuckolded hubby still cleans her house and Dante’s apartment, which I just find to be fascinating. It has to be beyond humiliating for a man to be not only his wife’s sissy maid and clean her house but to also have to clean the home of the man who is fucking his wife. Now that’s humiliation.    

The only real new development according to Ginger is that she attended a demonstration by a DC area Dominatrix on the art of ball slapping. Last summer I engaged in ball slapping/ball spanking with my hubby during a session but I’ve been a little hesitant to engage in it again due to how his balls bruised and were badly swollen for a few days. I have slapped his balls a little here and there during some of our play sessions but nothing as severe as what I did last summer.   

When I shared this with Ginger, she enthusiastically volunteered to demonstrate what she had learned so she could pass her new knowledge on to me. Using her hubby as the subject of the demonstration, she borrowed my riding crop and showed me how to properly slap a man’s balls so that it is very painful but greatly cuts down on the chance for injury. Her hubby is pierced and wears a custom made Lori permanent chastity device. However, his balls are exposed and easily accessible. The bottom ring of the chastity device almost works like a cock ring, which makes ball slapping all the more painful.  

He removed his clothes and put his hands behind his back as he stood before Ginger. She took my short handle riding crop and placed the crop between his legs and brought it upward with the flick of her wrist, lightly slapping his balls with the leather tip. She rotated between left testicle and right testicle, never hitting him hard but the repetition of the light slaps from the crop made the pain build slowly and before long he was squirming and doubling over in pain. His balls became engorged and turned a light shade of purple as she continued with the ball slapping. She never slapped him hard and she never increased the force of the slaps but the repetition of light blows took its toll on him. A few times he fell to his knees from the pain but she ordered him to stand back up again and resume the positon, which he did. She slapped his balls with the crop for I’d say a good ten minutes in total before she stopped and when she was done she allowed me to examine them. There were a few minor bruises but no deep bruises and no broken blood vessels. That is important because prior to learning the proper technique, Ginger admitted that she broke a vessel one time from busting her hubby’s balls and as a result he had a very bad and large bruise that didn’t go away for weeks. So you have to be very careful, even when you use the proper technique. 

Naturally she wanted me to try it on my hubby. James was apprehensive, I could tell, but he undressed and put his hands behind his back. He was wearing the CB6000 with his balls exposed, the plastic ring around the base of his balls working just like a cock ring in that it squeezes his balls tightly if they swell from sexual arousal. Ginger guided my hand for the initial ball slap with the crop. We went a little too hard as James jumped. I was afraid he might move around too much and get injured so I suggested we go down and do it in the confinement room where I could restrain him to the wall. So we all descended the stairs to the basement and I placed James in his wrist and ankle cuffs and locked them to the hooks in the wall. Only I could fit in there fully with James but Ginger was able to stand in the doorway and watch as she instructed me on how to do it correctly.  

It really is an art form. I placed the tip of the crop a few inches below his balls in the open space of his spread legs and in an upward motion I gave a quick curl of my wrist, holding my arm perfectly still. The tip of the crop struck his balls, not too hard, and at first I thought it might be too light because James hardly moved. No wincing, no nothing. But Ginger encouraged me to continue to do it lightly and give it time. She was right as after about a minute or two of lightly slapping his balls, James began to jerk his body from the pain. The first few flicks of my wrist I had trouble controlling where the crop would strike his balls but after a few more tries, I got quite good at aiming and slapping the desired spots, rotating between his left and right testicles. I keep flicking my wrist repeatedly, holding my arm still the entire time and I had James groaning and eventually wailing. The wrist and ankle cuffs prevented him from bucking over or falling to his knees like what we saw from Ginger’s hubby.  

I kept at it for about five minutes, James’ eyes were watering as his body tried to twist to escape but to no avail thanks to the bondage. Ginger heaped praise on me, telling me that I was doing it perfectly. When I finally stopped, hubby was actually whimpering a little.  I untied him and had him step into the light of the basement so we could examine his balls, they were puffy and red but no bruises. It was an intense and painful experience for him but he was no worse for the wear.  

I prepared two ice packs for the boys to assist them as their ball sacs began to shrink back to normal size. I invited Ginger to stay for dinner but they had to get going. She encouraged me to come down to see her real soon. I just might have to take her up on that. I always learn new things from Ginger and yesterday I learned the art of ball slapping. 

Saturday, July 26, 2014

New Femdom movie coming soon: My Mistress

Sorry I haven’t posted anything new in a while but my social calendar has kept me busy. In fact, I am heading to B-more later today and will be spending a few days with my sisters. James has been a good boy, working hard, doing his chores and making sure my needs are met. We haven’t “played” in a couple of weeks but I hope to make time for that later this week.
I have been receiving a lot of e-mails lately from my readers and as always I appreciate your feedback and words of encouragement. Just yesterday I received an e-mail from Michelle and since I used to review FemDom movies, she informed me of a new movie coming out called “My Mistress”.

It looks most interesting, kind of the Femdom answer to “Fifty Shades of Grey”, which is also currently running its movie trailer in various places, only “My Mistress” has the extra taboo of the male sub being a teenager. Here is the premise of “My Mistress”:
It’s a long hot summer for Charlie Boyd. He’s sixteen and his hormones are racing.  When a tragic family event tumbles Charlie into a world of pain, a pain so intense he thinks no-one can help, he tries to escape. Desperate and alone, he meets Maggie, the mysterious woman who lives down the street. She’s a professional and she specialises in pain. Giving it, exploring it, and sharing it, all for money. 
So Charlie insinuates his way into her life and despite herself Maggie can’t stop from going along with his wishes. However dangerous their relationship may be, she knows he needs her.  She needs him too. As much as she tries to deny it, she needs his sort of love, because in the part of her life she keeps from Charlie, she has been judged and found wanting, and is paying the price. Maggie is drawn to this troubled boy who takes all the pain she can give and uses it to heal himself.  As Charlie heals, he turns that love back onto her, his Mistress. 

Here is the website so you can watch the trailer: 
I hope it plays in a city near here so I can go see it. That might make for a wonderful femdom night out, taking hubby with me, and maybe Ginger and her hubby could join us. It would be fun to see the kind of people in the audience. I’m sure a lot of femdom enthusiasts would be there.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

More verbal humiliation for hubby in front of my girlfriend

You may recall that last month I verbally humiliated James in front of my girlfriend in a purely spontaneous moment. Well Friday night Amanda and I went out again, doing dinner and going to hear a band at an outside concert, and during our most pleasant night, Amanda asked me about James and I could tell she wanted to discuss something in particular but was hesitant. So after the concert, which ended around 10, we went back to her car so we could talk in private and with some probing I was able to get Amanda to open up. She admitted that she has been thinking a lot about the night I verbally dressed James down in front of her and she has been curious about it.  

I reiterated to her what I had told her that night, how James enjoys being bossed around and humiliated by me, especially if I “tease” him about me picking up other men. I didn’t want to get too detailed else I might freak her out. I need to ease her into things so I just told her my interaction with James that night was kind of a fantasy we engage in, a way to spice up our bedroom life. But I did tell her it is real in the sense that I am the dominant partner in the marriage. Amanda understands this as she has seen my dominant personality with other people, including her. Amanda has told me before that I am too bossy and opinionated with people.  

As we continued our conversation, I picked up that Amanda was more than just intrigued with how I humiliated James that night, she was excited by it. She didn’t come out and admit it but I’ve been around this lifestyle long enough to tell when people are turned on or turned off by femdom. Amanda would not have brought it up again if she were turned off by it.  

It was now almost 11:00 and I asked Amanda if she would like to watch me humiliate James some more. She played it coy, acting like she didn’t want to but it didn’t take much persuasion on my part to get her to agree. So I called James to make sure he was still up and I told him not to go to bed, that Amanda and I were coming to the house and I needed him to fix us and serve us some refreshments. I also told him, with Amanda listening to the entire conversation as I had James on speaker, that he was to go and put on a pair of my panties and wear them under his clothes.  

As we pulled into the driveway, Amanda got cold feet. She said she changed her mind and needed to get going. I told her that James would be very disappointed if she didn’t come in and at least have some of the snacks he prepared. I knew Amanda was going to need a push but her late resistance told me I needed to tread carefully else I might scare her off. As we were driving to the house, my mind had been racing to all kinds of things I might do, like perhaps having James remove his pants and show Amanda his panties and his chastity device. But her display of cold feet as we pulled into the driveway told me that would be too much, too fast. Therefore, I decided to keep it to verbal humiliation. 

James served us vegetables and dip along with chips and salsa. He has come a long ways as the tray was well prepared and very decorative, the carrot sticks and celery making a colorful circle around the cups of French onion dip and salsa, the chips making the outer perimeter around the veggies. He got me a beer and Amanda a glass of Sprite. He sat the tray on the coffee table and began to exit toward the kitchen when I told him I wanted him to join us but as he attempted to sit on the couch, I told him to kneel before me and put his head to the floor. He hesitated, looking at Amanda but then he slowly obeyed my command as he kneeled. I placed my feet on his back and used him as my footstool as Amanda and I talked and enjoyed the refreshments. I totally ignored James as if he wasn’t there. Amanda kept looking at him, not sure what to make of all of this.  

As we were talking, I made sure to mention some of the cute guys we saw at the concert. To my surprise and absolute delight, Amanda jumped right in and talked about the two guys who bought us drinks and especially the guy who asked me for my number (all true). I teased how I might give him a call and go out with him (not true), how I noticed the bulge in his pants (not true), and how it was obvious that he wanted to get me in bed (probably true). Amanda suggested that perhaps we could double date with them. It was at this point that I addressed my husband for the first time since he had become my footstool, 

“Is that okay with you, my dear husband, if Amanda and I go out on a double date next weekend?”  

He grunted that it was. 

“Not that you have any say in the matter. I mean look at you, down there, debasing yourself in front of my friend, wearing my panties under your pants, listening to your wife making plans to date other men, what kind of a man are you anyway?” 

James didn’t say a word so I just continued on, verbally humiliating him about what a pussy-whipped, emasculated husband he had become. 

“Amanda was telling me tonight how she couldn’t get over how I boss you around and how you just take it. Isn’t that right Amanda?” 

She also got very quiet but finally she whispered “Yes, Yes I did”. 

I could tell I had made her uncomfortable so I didn’t ask her any more questions, I just continued to humiliate James. 

“James, Amanda has to get going, so after she leaves I want you to put this refreshment tray away and clean up the kitchen before you go to bed. Do you have your list of chores I expect you to do for the weekend?” 

James grunted out that he had. 

“Tell them to me, from memory, what are you going to be doing this weekend while I go shopping tomorrow.” 

James hesitated a little too long so I gave him a nudge with my feet. Then he told us how we would be doing the dusting, vacuuming, laundry and cutting the lawn.  

“Very good, and if you don’t do an excellent job, and I mean A+, you will be punished. But you like to be punished, don’t you husband of mine? You have a bit of a Mommy thing going, don’t you, wanting your wife to punish you when you are naughty.” 

James’ face turned red when I mentioned the punishment and the Mommy thing.  

“Look Amanda, he is embarrassed. See how easy it is to embarrass him. But it’s all true you know, he likes to be punished.”  

I said some more things, like how I can go out with whomever I want, when I want. How I am free to sleep with other men, if I so choose but he must remain totally loyal, devoted and monogamous to me. James acknowledged all of his by nodding his head up and down.  

Although she didn’t say much, I could tell Amanda enjoyed watching, especially when I humiliate him about me dating other men. I couldn’t  quite read her when I was humiliating James about his chores and possible punishment but Amanda seems to get a real kick watching me humiliate James about my active social life. Go figure!  Who would have thought that conservative Amanda would harbor cuckolding fantasies? I wonder how she would respond if she knew the truth about me and Derik? I just might let her in on that. Maybe not right away because I have to be careful. I have to be certain I can trust her with those kinds of secrets. Fantasy talk is one thing, reality based femdom is another. 

Finally, the show was over. Amanda got up and left and I retired to bed. I originally told James to join me in the bedroom when he was done with his duties in the kitchen but once I hit the mattress, I was out. James came in and woke me by climbing into bed, thinking he was going to be allowed to orally service me, but I sent him away. I wanted to sleep. It happens. 

Yesterday, James asked me if I thought we could bring Amanda more into our femdom play. Obviously he thinks I have some kind of a plan when it comes to Amanda, but I really don’t. I hope she continues to ask questions. I would love to see her blossom into a Domme but I have no plans right now to have her watch me discipline or dominate James outside of humiliation. Maybe in the future but I know from experience to take these things very slow.


Monday, June 23, 2014

Hubby’s denial period ends with game of discipline

Saturday night I decided to allow hubby sexual release since he had been denied since April 18 and was on the verge of going stark raving mad. This past week he has shown all the signs of reaching his body’s limit: irritable, moody, leaking pre-cum, severe case of blue balls, discomfort. So I knew it was time but I had a busy week therefore hubby had to wait until Saturday. He survived which just proves a man can go longer than he thinks he can.
I was searching for a clever way to give him his release but was coming up empty. I just wasn’t in a creative mode this past weekend. But as I was skimming through some of my past blog entries, I came across one from August 2011. It was when hubby and I played a discipline game that I had found on a video clip. The game goes like this: I lay out 5 implements of punishment and hubby has to choose the order in which I use the implements of discipline on him.

The first one he would receive 20, the next 16, the next 12, the next 8 and the last 4 very hard ones. We were just getting back into the swing of things in 2011 so those numbers seemed low to me. Therefore I decided to upgrade the game. The first one he would receive 30, the next 25, the next 20, the next 10 and the last 5 very hard ones. 

Back in 2011 when we played this game the 5 implements were a riding crop, a tawse, a leather strap, a Spencer paddle and a wooden cane. This time I chose: riding crop, leather paddle, Spencer paddle, Delrin cane (the black one with the wooden handle) and wooden cane.

As I mentioned last time, having him choose his order of punishment really plays with his mind. I dressed in leather bra and leather thong (too warm for boots or gloves) and to get him in the mood I allowed him to lick my leather thong for about 3 minutes and plant kisses on my ass. Then I removed his chastity device and had him lay face down across my bed. He chose to begin with the leather paddle. I ordered him to count them out. I must have been hitting him harder than he expected because he was squirming by the time I reached 30. In fact, he was squirming so much that I decide to restrain him for the rest of the game. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him and tied him to the posts on my bed. I told him that he could stop the game at any time but if he did, he would not get an orgasm for two more weeks. 

Next he chose the riding crop and I dished out 25 moderate blows to his reddened ass and the meaty part of the back of his legs. Hubby twisted his body from the pain but after I was done with the riding crop he began to slip into subspace. I took my soft fur glove and soothed his ass for a couple of minutes before continuing with the game.

James was relaxed from my mini-massage with the soft glove but the game had to continue. He chose the Spencer paddle. I decided to go hard and fast with the Spencer paddle.

That pretty much snapped James out of subspace as he had difficulty counting them out. Now his ass had bruises. I teased him, 

“This is the price for an orgasm. I think it’s more than fair, don’t you?” 

James next chose the wooden cane. He dreads the cane, be it wooden or Delrin. I tormented him by taking the cane and swishing it through the air, letting him anticipate what was about to happen. I slowly drew back my hand and brought the cane across his ass. James winced and stiffened his body. He endured 10 of these, although they were moderate. I was waiting for the last implement to go hard. Still, he had a few welts from the wooden cane. I gave him a breather, allowing him about 5 minutes to recover. I took the soft glove and soothed his bottom some more.  

Now would come the hard part. Five final blows with the Delrin cane. I reminded hubby that he could stop the game but the cost would be no orgasm. He had come this far so I knew he would endure the final 5.  I tapped the cane on his buttocks, drew it back and let it fly. James gave out a yell before he composed himself enough to count out “One!” 

I teased him, “Four more if you want that precious orgasm!” 

I drew the cane back and went hard again. “Two”, he screamed. I repeated this three more times and hubby endured them all. His ass was all marked up with red marks, bruises and some nasty welts. That fine line between domination and abuse was a little blurred if you saw his ass. But hey, it was only a game.  

Hubby had earned his orgasm but I was probably more aroused than he was. His cock had gone completely limp whereas my pussy was very wet. Therefore, after I untied him from the bed, I had James go down on me before he would be permitted his orgasm. Licking my pussy brought James’s passion back to life in a hurry. I made him stay there until he gave me multiple orgasms. James was twisting again, only this time not from being whipped but he was trying to hold back his own orgasm as his cock was rubbing against the mattress. I noticed this so I decided that is how I should end his denial. 

“Go ahead, James, you have my permission. Climax while you’re eating my pussy.” 

My words were all it took. James came all over the edge of the mattress. But he continued to lick me until I had one final orgasm. When he was done, his cock was still rock hard. He stood before me, breathing heavy with an erect penis. I was all relaxed from my orgasms and I figured he had earned another one.  

“Go ahead, James, jerk off for me. Stroke it and cum again.” 

I watched and it took him longer than I expected but I could tell he was on the edge so after a couple of minutes I gave him assistance by barking out the command, “DO IT!” And with that, James had his second orgasm in the most primal of male ways, giving himself a hand job as I was being entertained by this spectacle.  

I ordered him to shower, reinstall the chastity device and to come back and strip the bed and wash the sheets. It will be another two months before hubby is allowed another orgasm. On the other hand, next weekend I am going away with Derik for a mini-vacation full of hot sex.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Hubby gets verbally humiliated in front of my girlfriend

Sometimes D&S happens completely spare of the moment, without any planning or preparation. Take last night for example. I was going out to dinner with a girlfriend. She’s the same friend I went out with this past Halloween and we had a wild time but my relationship with her is totally within the vanilla world. She knows very little about the details of my femdom marriage with James. She just thinks I am lucky to be married to such a devoted husband. She also thinks I am a little too flirtatious with other men, seeing how I am happily married.
I don’t get to do much with her these days, mostly due to her busy schedule and the fact that she relocated about 40 miles to the west. We were supposed to go to dinner around 7:00pm last night. I was running late so I had James assist me as I got ready. First, I had him rub tanning lotion on my shoulders and back. Next, I had him assist me with my sundress. I had just bought this dress and was anxious to wear it. The big mistake I made was not turning on the air conditioning. I had ceiling fans on and was comfortable when I showered but as I was struggling to get my dress adjusted properly, I began to get very warm. James turned on the AC but it was too late, once I get hot I do not easily cool down. The problem I was having with the dress was the straps. They did not cover the straps of my bra as they kept sliding to the left. I needed James to pull my dress to the right but it was sticking to my body. I was getting very frustrated and I began to take it out on James. It didn’t help that he had mentioned that my new dress showed off too much cleavage. Reflecting on it now, he said it in a respectful way but since I was frustrated and hot, I didn’t receive it that way. He meant that perhaps it wasn’t the best choice for having dinner with my girlfriend. But I took it as him being worried that it looked too much like a “fuck me” dress and he was jealous and worried because we would be eating out locally. If I were in Vegas, he wouldn’t care, but locally he is still afraid that friends and coworkers will find out what we do behind closed doors.
To make matters worse, just as I was getting frustrated, my girlfriend arrived. James showed her in and offered her a drink. She declined and waited in the living room as James rejoined me in the bedroom. I’m sure she could hear how I was talking to my husband in a not so flattering tone of voice, but I didn’t care. I was being a bit of a bitch, I can admit it now, but I was hot and frustrated and the dress was sticking to my skin and those stupid straps were not right and my husband was not being as helpful as I would have liked. It is times like this that I wish I had a real sissy maid, a man who is an expert at dressing and assisting a woman. James does his best but he is not a natural. He’s too masculine.
So by now I am running late and I am not in the best of moods. James suggested I change dresses but that just made me angrier. I wanted to wear my new dress and I was determined. Finally, I said “screw it, who cares if my bra straps are showing and my boobs are hanging out too much? I’m still wearing it.”
I walk out into the living room and give my girlfriend a hug. She comments on how nice I look but I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she agreed with James when it came to the dress showing off too much cleavage. I didn’t care. Then she told me that a band she liked was playing at a bar and perhaps we could stop in after dinner. I was all for it and I asked my friend if she would drive since I was in the mood to get drunk. I could tell James wasn’t thrilled. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to, I could feel the vibe. He was worried someone he knew might be there and would see me in this provocative dress and knowing how I am after a few drinks, he could see me being very flirtatious.
So all of this is happening in my mind at the same time. I’m still hot, I’m flustered from my fight with the dress, I’m mad that we’re running late and I’m ticked at my hubby. I am a powder keg, using all of my willpower so I don’t explode in front of my friend. Then James goes and lights the fuse. He asks me “what time will you be home?” Now in hindsight, he said this innocently but given the mood I was in, I took it the wrong way. So without using judgment or proper discretion, right in front of my girlfriend, I began to verbally humiliate James. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it was along the lines of,
“What difference does it make what time I get home? I’ll be home when I get home. And if I decide to get drunk and flirt with other men, that’s my fucking business. Yes, James, your wife is going out in this sexy dress and I’m sure men will be gawking at my tits. So what? And if I decide to stay out all night, you’re perfectly okay with that, aren’t you?”
James’ eyes got real big and he looked at Amanda and he looked back at me and his face was soooo red. He was deeply embarrassed. But I didn’t care.
“Answer me, James. Are you okay if I want to stay out all night? And if I meet someone I’m attracted to and decide to spent the night with him, you’re okay with that, aren’t you?”
James looked down at the floor but then he looked at me and he consented to what I had just said. I could tell that he was now aroused. His embarrassment was giving way to submission. He wanted more humiliation, I could feel it, but I knew I had already gone too far in front of my friend.
For her part, my girlfriend must have felt sorry for James because she invited him to join us for dinner. That opened the door for me to humiliate James one more time. I spoke up and answered for him.
“He can’t come with us. He has chores to do. James, I want you to clean up the kitchen and do the laundry in the blue hamper in my bedroom. Is that clear?”
James had slipped into submission. He nodded and his face was no longer red. He was excited and he wanted to be dominated. He liked being humiliated in front of my friend, it was obvious. It was kind of cute and pathetic at the same time.
We left and my friend was quiet at first as we drove to the restaurant. I could tell she did not approve of the way I talked to my husband. I had to do something so I apologized to her and then I told her that James likes to be bossed around, that it turns him on. I apologized again for doing that in front of her and I explained that I had lost all discretion because I was frustrated about the dress.
She was cool with it and we ended up having a great night. I didn’t get plastered but I had a few drinks and we went to hear the band, and I was hit on and I flirted and danced but there was nobody there that I was interested in being with. And to my husband’s relief, I didn’t see anyone there that knew us, except for my girlfriend. She asked me a few questions about James and I could tell she was curious. I told her a little, not too much, but enough to crack open the door. If she ever mentions it again, I’ll tell her a little more. I would love to see her embrace more of her dominant side. She needs the confidence and I am more than willing to teach her.
As for James, well hubby was waiting up for me and he was a good boy. He had cleaned the kitchen and done not only the laundry in the blue hamper but also in the other hamper. He had washed, dried and folded my clothes. He greeted me at the door, bowed before me and apologized for upsetting me. I sat down on the couch and I told him to worship my body, beginning by kissing my feet. I told him about the men I flirted with and danced with (embellishing things a little) and how I loved humiliating him in front of Amanda. James was very excited and he worked his way up my body, kissing me all over. Finally I allowed him to remove my dress and we retired to the bedroom. He performed total body worship and licked me to several orgasms. Of course he was denied. You just never know the direction a night might take. A frustrating struggle with a sundress turned into a wonderful D&S session.