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.

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 looked 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 we danced with a few men but nothing to write home about. 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 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.  

Sissy-Maid for the day

On the lighter side of femdom, yesterday I decided to do something we do not do enough of, in my opinion. Lately I have had hubby doing lots of yard work and outdoor chores, taking advantage of the nicer weather. He still kept up with his indoor chores, like laundry, vacuuming and dusting. However, the house was in need of a thorough cleaning. The kitchen and bathroom floors needed mopped, tubs needed cleaned, counter-tops and sinks scrubbed, etc. So yesterday I decided he was going to be my maid for the entire day.  

We rarely engage in forced feminization, as that is just not James’ thing. But we had a very exciting forced feminization session back in January, although it was more gender role reversal than plan feminization. I felt the need to spice up James’ housework some so yesterday I decided to feminize him and make him into my sissy-maid for the day.

You may or may not recall that I once had a phone client who was into sissification and he sent me one of his sissy dresses and wigs for me to try on James. It was a cute pink dress with a blonde wig. We played with it a little but in recent years I rarely use this outfit, in fact I had it dry-cleaned and it was hanging in an upstairs closet. I broke it out yesterday and called James into my bedroom. When he walked in, he saw the pink sissy dress and blonde wig lying on the bed. I ordered him to undress and I dressed him in white panties, white stockings, and garter belt and then I assisted him as he put on the pink dress. James’ balls were noticeably full as his erection swelled inside the CB6000. He will not admit it without a little coercion but he likes to be feminized more than he wants to let on. After he was dressed, he sat in my vanity chair and I applied just a small amount of make-up to his face. Then I put on his wig and handed him his list of household chores for the day.

James was a good sport and didn’t complain too much, other than commenting a few times on how hot the dress made him and how he was sweating in it while doing his chores. I cranked up the AC to help him out but I was not about to allow him to take off the dress until all of his chores were done.

While he was doing his chores like a good little maid, I sat on the deck and talked with friends on the phone and I was on the computer some, including writing my blog entry yesterday on my thoughts about the fine line between domination and abuse. Every now and then I summoned James using the remote of the DL 2000 (we still use this device although not as much and we still can’t get it working using the internet or the iphone). The DL2000 gives off intense “love pulses” (an electric slap) to his genitals at the push of a button on the DL2000 remote.

When I summoned my sissy, he had to refill my drink or make me a snack. It was a lovely day. All was going well when a most unexpected event occurred. One of my girlfriends stopped by, unannounced. It was around 5:00pm and James made a beeline to the upstairs so she wouldn’t see him in his pretty pink dress and blonde wig. I called for her to come around back and sit on the deck with me. We visited for a while and then I excused myself briefly to check in on James.

To his credit, he did not take off the dress because I had not given him permission. He was dusting and straightening up upstairs, staying out of sight. I told James that he could take off the dress and wig and wash the make-up off his face. However, I wanted him to keep the panties, stockings and garter-on (they were sticking to his sweaty body) but he was to cover them up with tee-shirt, jeans and shoes. And he was to cook dinner for me and my friend and serve us out on our deck.

I kept the remote to the DL2000 in my pocket and used it a few times, without my friend knowing it. It kept James on his toes as he finished his chores and prepared us dinner, consisting of broiled steak, carrots, corn on the cob and wild rice. He served us dinner and I made him eat with us and visit with my friend over dinner. James was man of few words and I could tell he was a little uneasy, afraid that somehow my friend would figure out what he was wearing under his clothes. She didn’t have a clue and she left shortly after dinner, while James was doing the dishes. She marveled at what a good hubby I have and told me so several times during her visit.

To top the night off right, I had my sissy-maid give me a massage on the massage table, still dressed in lingerie although I had him remove the street clothes, he was in panties, stockings and garter only, still wearing his chastity device and the DL2000 as he gave me a great massage. The poor dear was completely exhausted. I wanted to play with him, perhaps give him a spanking or take with my strap-on, but after the massage I simply wanted to relax on the couch and watch a little television. James hit the shower and retired to bed. A job well done by my sissy maid for the day.