The reopening of the Confinement Room

This past weekend hubby prepped the confinement room, mopping the rubber floor, washing down the rubber walls and ceiling, and cleaning my fetish clothes, whips and toys that were stored in there.  

 

 

The weather has finally warmed up enough that we can start using the room again. So last night, I locked James in the room for almost four hours after dinner. As I wrote before about the room, I really believe it is good for James to spend alone time in the confinement room. I notice a difference in him when he emerges after spending hours detained in there. Inside his little prison there are no distractions. There is no television or radio to occupy his mind. He must confront his thoughts. He must mediate on me. He must confront the truth about our marriage and my active social life that does not always include him.

It is precious to watch his facial expressions when I order him to be confined in his little dark, soundproof room with the rubber floor, the rubber walls and the rubber ceiling.

 

 

Summer is coming and the warmer weather means more use of the confinement room. It is a place I can physically discipline him by paddle or whip while he is bound to a wall.  

 

 

Or do some deprivation-play as he is in bondage via his wrist and ankle cuffs, tied by rope to the various hooks on the walls, ceiling and floor.

 

 

Perhaps gagged, perhaps blindfolded, perhaps with earplugs to add to the sensory deprivation. Perhaps with a butt plug or dildo securely inserted into his body.

 

Or just locked in there like a prison cell, as he was last night, free to move around the small space but still totally enveloped in the darkness and lack of sound, with only the smell of rubber from the walls and floor, mixed with the smell of leather, latex and PVC from my clothes that hang in there.
 

 

Then there is the technology. The intercom that I can communicate with him, if I choose, or force him to listen to what takes place in my bedroom, should I ever decide to bring someone else home with me some night. And there is the surveillance camera attached to the ceiling where I can view him from my laptop, tablet or iPhone. He has no idea when I might “spy” on him. The camera is infrared so I can see him even in the darkness.

 

 

Yes, I welcome the reopening of the confinement room.

Nipple Torture

I was going through my toy-chest yesterday looking for nothing in particular when I came across a pair of nipple clamps. Actually I came across two sets of nipple clamps and for the life of me I don’t recall when or where I purchased either pair. I’m sure it was sometime between 1999-2004 when we used to frequent fetish stores, like the Outer Skin in Pittsburgh or Dream Dresser in DC. In the early days of the lifestyle I was known to go a little wild in these places, buying outfits and new toys.

 

It was a rather expensive hobby but James never complained. If anything, he encouraged me because he knew he would be on the receiving end of most of my purchases. It was not uncommon for us to drop a cool grand at the Outer Skin in a single trip. A new leather corset or a leather bra and thong set, a new whip or two, some sexy pantyhose, a couple of bondage/torture devices for hubby and before we knew it we had far exceeded our budget. 

I have bags of stuff, some of it rarely used. One of these days I will lay out my collection and take some photos and post them on my blog. I think you would enjoy seeing some of the wild stuff I bought over the years. The great thing about my collection is that each piece has a story behind it. When I come across an old item I immediately recall past sessions I had with James (and in a few instances, other men), how I used the item within a session and the result the item had on the session.

Getting back to the nipple clamps, James has always been a wimp when it comes to nipple torture. He can take a rather severe beating to his buttocks, he can take having his cock slapped around and his balls squeezed and twisted but for some reason he has a phobia about his nipples being pinched. I use the word phobia because I really believe it is more mental than physical. He also doesn’t do well with having clothespins placed on his cock and balls. He hates to be pinched, even when I do it with my fingers.

When I came across the nipple clamps yesterday I had the urge to use them on him. It’s been years since he had to endure nipple torture so I decided to see if I could expand his limits in this area. After all, his thresholds for other things have changed over the years, so it was worth a try.

James had no idea what I had planned. All he knew is that I wanted to play with him, which got him excited. I wanted to use the confinement room for our session but it’s still a little too chilly in there. Not that I couldn’t have managed since I decided to dress in leather. I wore a pair of leather pants and I could have worn my leather jacket, but the room was too cold for a naked sub. Hopefully in a few weeks we can start using the confinement room again.

I took James to the utility room off the laundry room. It’s a small room where the hot water heater is located but there is some heat in there. I had James strip naked and I put wrist cuffs on him and tied the cuffs to hooks that are in the beam that hangs from the ceiling. Before James made the confinement room, we used to play in this room on occasion. It’s a great place for a discipline session if you want to string the sub up with his hands bound over his head.

I wore my custom fit leather pants and a leather bra (becoming my favorite outfit as it is easy to put on and off) with black pumps.

 

The only toys I brought with me were my leather paddle, the remote to the DL2000 and both sets of nipple clamps. The first pair of nipple clamps are adjustable with the turn of a screw. They have black rubber tips and are attached to each other with a foot long chain. The second set are neither adjustable nor attached with a chain. But they are larger and more severe as the tip of each clamp is sharper with no rubber padding.

 

Once I had James’ hands bound above his head, I began to caress his skin with my hands as I teased him a little, squeezing his balls that were swelling against the ring of his CB6000. After this brief warm-up, I produced the first set of nipple clamps, the ones with the rubber tips attached to each other by a chain. James flinched from just the sight of them. On second reflection I probably should have blindfolded him but I didn’t think about it at the time.

I encouraged him to relax as I set the screws to a mild setting and carefully placed them on his nipples. James was able to handle it and once he relaxed I tightened the screws a little to make it more intense. James gasped but again he was able to handle it. I got my paddle and walked behind him and gave his ass eight to ten swats. Then I walked back to the front and took the chain in my hand and pulled on it, causing James to wince in pain.

“See, you can handle it. You’ve denied me the pleasure of torturing your nipples for all these years. Don’t I deserve to play with your nipples when I’m in the mood?”

James nodded his head in agreement.

I released my grip on the chain and walked back behind him and gave him another ten whacks with the paddle. I circled him, rotating between grabbing the chain and tugging on his nipples, administering six to ten swats to his ass with my paddle and using the remote to send moderate pulses to his DL2000. I kept doing this rotation over and over until I lost track of how many cycles.

Finally, I removed the nipple clamps and grabbed his sensitive nipples with my fingers and twisted them. James yelled out, begging for mercy, but he didn’t use his safe word so I knew he was fine. I kept twisting his nipples as I slightly pressed my knee against his balls, lifting them and trapping them against his CB6000 until he buckled forward in pain. I released my grip and backed away so he could catch his breath.

“You did very good with those nipple clamps. You pleased your Goddess. Now let me see if you can handle these.”

I got the other set of clamps and attached the first one to his right nipple. James screamed and whined but I admonished him to suffer for his Goddess. I attached the other one to his left nipple and stepped back. James was definitely uncomfortable. Having his arms lifted with his hands bound above his head made the nipple torture even more intense.

“Just do it for one minute. I’ll take them off but I want you to endure one minute for me.”

James did endure and overcame the pain to please his Goddess. I kept my promise and removed them after only one minute. I circled him again, giving his ass another ten wallops with the paddle. I reached under his legs and gabbed and twisted his balls. He winched again but didn’t seem to mind too much as pre-cum was dripping from the CB6000. That told me he was enjoying the sensual torture.

I walked back in front of him and took his head in my hands and gave him a kiss. Then I pulled my breasts out of my bra and I rubbed my nipples against his very sensitive nipples. James gasped a little and tried to back up but I grabbed him and brought him close with a tight embrace. I moved my nipples up and down across his nipples dancing with him a little, his hands swinging from the hook above, restricting his movement.

Now it was time for one last torture. I bent down and bit on his nipple, first the right one. James let out a loud scream. Then I bit the left one. James gasped but it was apparent his right nipple was more sensitive than the left one.

The entire scene had me in a heightened state of arousal, seeing him strung up like that with his ass a nice shade of pink, his nipples very red and his balls enlarged and struggling against the ring of the CB6000. I wanted him to orally pleasure me but I liked seeing him in that vulnerable position. What to do next?

I excused myself and went upstairs and fetched the Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator. I came back down to the utility room and pulled a chair that was in the laundry room into the utility room doorway. I took off my pants and carefully laid them on the washing machine. I removed my panties and I sat in the chair. I began to masturbate, running the Magic Wand against my clit. James had to watch me and he groaned from his cock swelling inside the CB6000. I wanted to torment him a little by sending love pulses to the DL2000 but I couldn’t reach the remote which was on the table next to the hot water heater, and I wasn’t about to interrupt my own pleasure to go fetch it. I was on the edge and I turned up the vibrator and it only took a few seconds at that setting to give me a very pleasurable orgasm.

I took my panties and wiped myself with them and then I placed the panties in James’ mouth. I left him there, still bound, for another ten minutes while I put my toys away. I freed James and took him to my bedroom where he orally pleasured me until I had another orgasm. It didn’t come right away and James had to really work at it with his tongue but he was very excited from our session so he had more than enough endurance to do the job.

This morning, I asked him how his nipples felt. They’re still sore and sensitive but I am proud of my hubby. He still doesn’t like nipple play but now I know he can endure more than he thought he could.

 

 

Hubby’s two month chastity ends with ruined orgasm

It’s finally March (Spring can’t come soon enough) and yesterday marked two months since James had his last orgasm. We were both off with no real plans so I decided Saturday afternoon was a good time to end his denial period. But how to go about it? I really didn’t have a plan so I decided to make it up as I went along.

I had a lot of fun putting him in bondage a couple weeks ago, so much so that I decided to do it again, only not nearly as involved. I had James undress and lie face up on the massage table. I was completely dressed in street clothes, jeans and a sweatshirt, no leather or fetish attire. I told James to think of it as an exercise in CFNM (Clothed Women, naked men). But the truth be told, I didn’t feel like dressing up.

I took the roll of Saran Wrap and ran it across his chest, under the table and back across his body several times. His arms were at his side so they also became bound as I wrapped him up. I did the same around his knees. In a matter of minutes, he was completely immobile.

I then fetched the key to his CB6000 and unlocked him and eased the device off of him, along with the DL 2000. His denied penis sprang to attention. I got my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator and began a tease and deny session, turning the Wand on low and running it against his balls, along the side of his penis and over the head. I was careful to only stimulate him for a few seconds at time, turning the Wand on and off, on and off, on and off, just a few seconds at a time, as I traced the edges of the head of his cock, along the outside of his shaft and pressed the Wand against his swollen balls.

“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”

I kept up the teasing for a good ten to fifteen minutes and James was literally whimpering. He was right on the edge. I took my turkey baster and filled it with warm, bordering on hot water. I began to drip the water onto the sweep spot on the underside of his penis. A few drops, then I stopped, a few more drops, then I stopped again. James’ body began to convulse as he tried his best to hold back. His cock was literally pulsating with each beat of his heart. I decide to add some more stimulation, not physical, but mental. I began to humiliate him in a teasing manner.

“Derik called me the other night. He can’t make it for St. Patrick’s Day weekend but he wants me to meet him in Vegas the week of April 7^th. And he wants to take me on a cruise the week of May 12^th. Is that okay by you?”

James continued to twitch as I continued to drip the water on his penis. I got the Magic Wand and turned it on low and pressed it against his balls.

“So you will be home all alone for two weeks this Spring. I’ll be sure to leave you a long list of chores to do while another man is romancing your wife in Vegas and on a cruise. What do you think about that?”

James’s body began to quiver so I turned off the Wand and I stopped dripping the water. James couldn’t hold back. He shot his load in spurts and from his reaction, it was not pleasurable. He moaned and his body trembled as he shot his load way up in the air in several intervals, most of it landing on the Saran Wrap that covered his chest but some of it landed all the way up on his neck and face.

“Did I give you permission to cum?” I took my hand and gave his balls a firm slap.

James apologized but then he said, “Please … it’s on fire”.

“Please? Please what?”

James said his cock was burning. I knew what he really wanted but he knew better than to ask. He wanted me to stroke him to another orgasm to relieve his discomfort.

“Sorry, you came without permission. You’ll have to suffer.”

I went and got an ice pack and placed it on his still erect cock. When it went limp, I reinstalled the CB6000, but without the DL2000, and locked him back up. I cut him free from the Saran Wrap and told him to go take a cold shower to further ease his discomfort. I have to admit, I really enjoyed ruining his orgasm. It was actually funny, seeing his body twisting and that pained looked on his face as he tried to hold back but was unable as he shot his load in spurts.

About an hour later, I told him to take me out to dinner. We were out for several hours between dinner and a brief stop at the mall. When we got home, James did some laundry and I got on the computer. Then we settled in for a night of television. Around 10pm I asked James how his cock felt. He told me it was still burning but not as bad as it was earlier.

I threw out a proposition. I told him that I would give him another orgasm to clean out his plumbing but it would be in the form of a challenge. I would give him a hand job while I sat on his face. He had to hold off until I climaxed twice. If he succeeded, I would take two weeks off his next denial period so he would only be denied for 6 weeks. But if he failed, I would add 2 additional weeks onto the two months so he would be denied for 10 weeks. That was my offer. He could take it or leave it. Naturally he took it.

We went into my bedroom and I allowed James to remove his clothes and the CB6000. He lied down on my bed. I took off my clothes and sat on his face. James tongued me while I leaned forward and stoked his cock with my hand. I could have held off longer than I did but I wanted that first orgasm. I had James bring his hands up to play with my nipples. James continued to lick me while I stroked him. I came first.

“Okay, that’s one. Now comes the hard part.”

James continued to lick me as I stroked him faster. He was on the edge and I knew I had him. No way was he going to win this contest.

“Do it, James!”

That’s all it took. Just hearing me say that did him in. He exploded.

“That’s a good boy.”

I climbed off of his face and wiped him and my hand with a towel. I then changed places with him and had him crawl between my legs so I could have my second orgasm. I made him work for it but it was well worth the wait.

When we were done, James had to reinstall his CB6000 with the knowledge that it would be 10 weeks before he got relief again. But the good news for him is that the burning in his cock went away. I guess he needed a proper cleaning out but now he will pay with two more additional weeks of denial.

B&D Valentine’s weekend

I woke up Friday morning to find a lovely card and a small gift-wrapped box sitting next to the answering machine. James had to head out to work extra early on Friday so he decided to surprise me by not making me wait until Friday night for my Valentine’s Day gift. I opened the box and it was a lovely diamond pendant with the words “I love you” inscribed on the back. The card was handwritten on the inside with James sharing words of his devotion to me. It was very lovely.

I had gotten James a card and my plan was to have a B&D session with him as his Valentine’s gift. I say B&D because bondage and domination is a combination that James absolutely loves.  The problem with a quality B&D session is that it takes a lot of thought and work from the Domme. I usually don’t have the time or the energy to construct an elaborate B&D session. Why do you think professional Dommes charge $300 and up for a B&D session? The outfit, the equipment, the time and the skill.

So that was my plan but there was no way I was going to be able to pull this off Friday night. Like most the east coast, we got dumped on Thursday with over a foot of snow. The roads were so bad that James didn’t make it in to work. Therefore he had to go in early on Friday and stay late. Plus we were both tired from shoveling snow (yes, I helped). So James had to take a rain check (or snow check) as I decided to delay his “gift” until Saturday. Friday night we went to dinner (actually had a reservation this year) and returned home and watched a movie.

Yesterday I gave James his gift. After lunch, he was out clearing the walkways and driveway from the additional 3 inches of snow we got Friday night while I got things ready. I told James to shower and meet me in the room where we keep the massage table. I told him there was no need for him to get dressed. The only thing I wanted on his body was the CB6000 with the DL2000.

When James came into the room he saw me in my custom leather pants, knee high leather boots, leather bra, and leather opera gloves. He saw the massage table covered with a sheet and towels with his ankle and wrist cuffs attached with rope to the top of the table legs. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling above the table was the black pumpkin enema bag. On the desk next to the table was my flogger, my short handle riding crop, a rubber mouth gag, rubber tubing, a plastic funnel, a pitcher, the DL 2000 remote, an egg timer and a roll of saran wrap.

I ordered James to lick my boots to help set the proper mood and after 10 minutes or so I had him lay face up on the table. I had him roll on his side and I lubed the aluminum butt-plug shaped enema nozzle and slowly inserted it deep inside of him, then I had him roll back over so he was on his back. I fastened the leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and locked them in place. I took the saran wrap and mummified him, running the wrap under the table and across his body for several layers. The only part of his body that wasn’t covered was his face, his balls and his chastity device. He was in complete bondage.

I took the rubber mouth gag and inserted it in his mouth and fastened the buckle around the back of his head. I told James that since he would be unable to say his safe word or use hand signals, that if he needed me to stop at any time, he was to give out three short grunts, kind of like Morse code. Once the gag was in place, I had him practice our signal just make sure he could do it and I could hear it clearly.

I cut a very short piece of the rubber tubing and pushed it through the hole in the gag and took the other end and attached it to the funnel. I was able to push the funnel down tightly into the hole of his gag so it stayed in place on its own. Next, I took the pitcher and went across the hall into the bathroom and filled the pitcher with lukewarm water. I returned and poured 90% of the water into the top of the enema bag. With James eyeing my every move (he was able to raise his head just enough to see) I undid the belt on my pants and slid them down. I squatted and deposited a golden shower into the pitcher, which was now 10% water, 90% me. I sat the pitcher on the desk and pulled up my pants and buckled the belt.

I took my gloved hands and ran them over James’s wrapped body, flicking his swollen balls with my fingers as if I were flicking a fly off the wall. James cringed in pain. I moved my hand to the clasp on the enema tubing and moved it to the first position, releasing the warm water and slowly filling my bound hubby. I took the pitcher and poured a small amount into the funnel which ran through the gag and filled his mouth.

“Wait until I give you permission.”

I took the DL2000 remote and sent an intense love pulse to his caged cock. I took the riding crop and began to smack his balls.

“Swallow it, James!”

He gulped down what was in his mouth. I took the pitcher and poured him another mouthful. I moved the clasp on the enema bag to the second position, filling him faster.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart!”

I gave him another love pulse with the DL200 remote. I smacked his balls some more.

“Swallow it, James!”

Another love pulse, a few more smacks to his balls. Then I grabbed my flogger and began to whip his chest and thighs. It made an incredible sound slapping against the saran wrap. I whipped his caged cock and balls, he whimpered, then I moved back to whipping his chest and thighs some more.

“Is everything okay? Nod your head if you want me to continue?”

He nodded his head.

I poured a little more from the pitcher into the mouth gag and I opened the clasp on the enema bag all the way. I squeezed the bag, forcing the rest of the water inside my bound hubby.

I smacked his caged cock and his balls with the flogger.

“Swallow it, James!”

I grabbed the remote and gave him another intense love pulse. I was getting very excited by now. I would have loved to have sat on his face and had him lick me while I continued to torment his genitals but I didn’t trust the table to hold that much weight.

I pulled the desk chair up to the table and sat down, placing my boots up on his stomach.

“Does hubby feel bloated?”

I pressed on his stomach with my boots.

“Let’s set this timer to 5 minutes. When it goes off, I’ll set you free.”

As the timer ticked, I took the riding crop and slapped his body, my boots still resting on his stomach as I sat in the chair. I smacked his wrapped nipples, his chest, his thighs, the bottoms of his feet and of course his balls. By now his balls were purple with a little bruising. I took the remote and gave him a few more love pulses, going from moderate to severe back to moderate. James jerked a little each time but the saran wrap made it difficult to move.

“Are you in discomfort from the enema?”

James shook his head, “Yes”.

“Just another 90 seconds. Suffer for your Goddess.”

I gave him another severe love pulse.

Finally, the timer went off. I took scissors and cut the saran wrap from the table and un-wrapped his body. I took the gag out of his mouth and unlocked the restraints. I helped James up as he held a towel against himself so he wouldn’t leak. I handed him the empty enema bag and he made his wall across the hall to the bathroom.

I commanded him to dispel the enema, shower off, rinse out his mouth and brush his teeth, drink two full glasses of water (so he wouldn’t be dehydrated) and meet me in my bedroom.

I took off my leather clothes and waited in bed, reading a book until James arrived. I had him orally pleasure me until I was satisfied. I thought about unlocking him and giving him a Valentine’s Day orgasm but I decided against it. I want him to wait until March.

And so went our B&D Valentine’s Day session. I know it doesn't sound like a long session but trust me, it was over an hour, about 85 minutes from the time he worshipped my boots to when the timer went off and I cut him free. I know he appreciates me and all I went through to put that “scene” together, and he’d better. Anyone can buy a gift and a card. My gift took lots of thought, energy and love.

Tease and Denial with the Hitachi Magic Wand

Last night I was in the mood for a marathon tease and denial session. James seems to have settled in with being denied for long periods of time, which on the one hand is a good thing because it shows how well he has been trained, but on the other hand I like it when he feels sexually frustrated during the denial process. It is more fun for me that way.

So last night I decided to challenge him. I came across his old CB2000 chastity device the other day and that is what sparked my idea for a marathon tease and denial session. He is much more comfortable in the CB6000 but what I liked about the old CB2000 was the little cage that entrapped his penis. The CB3000 and 6000 are shaped like a small plastic penis, which makes sense, but for a tease and denial session I think the CB2000 was better because it allowed the Dom more access to the flesh. Therefore I had James put on his CB2000.

I dressed in my leather bra and leather thong. I had James lie naked face up on the massage/bondage table and I placed him in bondage by mummifying him to the table with saran wrap and duct tape. I first ran the roll of saran wrap across his body and under the table and back around his body again, across his chest and legs, with his arms to his side, until he was totally immobile. The only areas I didn’t wrap were his head and the CB2000. I then took duct tape and wrapped it over the saran wrap to make for a tighter bondage.

I went and fetched my Hitachi Magic Wand massager and I began to run it across his swollen and exposed balls. I started with the light setting and it didn’t take long before I noticed pre-cum dripping from the front of the CB2000 cage. Next I took the magic wand and ran it over and underneath the cage. James began to groan and moan from the sensation. I moved the magic wand around, still on the low setting, alternating between his balls and the cage. This went on for a good 30 minutes. I was meticulous and methodical in my teasing.  

I climbed on top of the table and sat on his face, still wearing my leather thong, as I continued to run the vibrator against the CB2000. I turned the vibrator to the high setting and I pressed it against his balls. James began to twist and I knew I had him on edge. I turned off the magic wand for about a minute to let him cool off, then I went back at it, doing 30 second intervals of having the wand on, then turning it off, then back on again, and so on, keeping it exclusively against his very swollen balls. The ring from the CB2000 was noticeably digging into this flesh and his cock had expanded inside the cage, making it obviously uncomfortable. James’ body was responding to the pleasure and the pain from my T&D session. His groans against my leather thong were sending shivers through my body.

I was becoming very excited. Therefore I removed my thong and ordered my bound hubby to orally pleasure me as I continued with the T&D session. His penis was bursting, trying to escape the cage. I took the magic wand vibrator and touched it against the tip of his cock as it pressed through the small bars of the CB2000. This most sensitive area was being tortured by the magic wand, driving my poor hubby wild with pleasure, pain and frustration.

I was also on the edge from his sweet licks. I ordered him to suck my clit as I turned the vibrator back to low and placed it against his balls. I wanted the pleasure I was feeling to last so I held back as long as I could. Finally I could no longer hold off. I humped my hubby’s face in a violent manner, practically smothering him as I climaxed. While I was having my orgasm, I took my hand and slapped his balls, which caused him to scream into my soaking wet pussy, sending more pleasure my way. I began to flick his balls with my fingers as he moaned against my pussy. I climaxed again.

I climbed off the table and hubby’s cock was pulsating inside the cage, his balls were all purple and very swollen. He was on the edge and then some, but he was a very good boy and hadn’t climaxed. I went and fetched an ice bag and filled it with ice cubes from the freezer. I placed the ice bag against his balls until they subsided enough for me to remove the CB2000. It was not easy. He had leaked so much pre-cum that it was like glue that sealed the cage to his flesh. He moaned and winched as I pulled his penis from the cage. His penis sprang to an immediate and full erection.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the duct tape and saran wrap, pulling it from his body. I ordered him to take a cold shower, reinstall his CB6000 and join me in the bedroom. I thought about dominating him, maybe using my strap-on or administering a whipping, but I was very mellow from my orgasms. Yet, I wanted more. As he was taking his shower, I ran the magic wand against my clit, becoming aroused all over again. When hubby joined me in the bedroom, I had him crawl under the sheet and go down on me until I had one final orgasm for the night. It took me awhile and James had to lick me long and hard but I was finally able to climax. Poor James was breathing heavy and he looked totally exhausted.

I invited him to cuddle with me. I was nice and relaxed and hubby was nice and secure and frustrated in his CB6000. Just the way I like him.

Power of Femdom

I don’t remember which book I read it in, it might have been one of Elise Sutton’s books or in one of Mistress Lorelei’s books, but the author talked about the power of Femdom and its ability to defuse arguments and promote harmony within a marriage. Back when I was new to this lifestyle, I allowed myself to be manipulated by my hubby. It took years for me to comprehend the power I had over him.

He used to encourage me to try different things but then he would be the first one to apply the brakes if I didn’t do things exactly as he wanted. My hubby was all for playing with other couples and me dating other men as long as it fit within the framework of his fantasy. But if I was enjoying my dominance in a way outside of what he wanted, he would try to apply the brakes to the situation. In doing so he was trying to hold on to some control over the circumstances. I eventually learned (and am still learning) how to defuse potential arguments and avoid stumbling blocks by using my dominance and female power.

Today was a perfect example. Last night I had a date with Thomas. Plans were set and James was well informed ahead of time that he would be alone Saturday night. I will not go into the details other than to say that my plans changed. James is not real good with sudden change. I don’t fault him as it is in his DNA to be that way. His father is that way. James does best with structure in his life. I, on the other hand, love to be spontaneous. James orders the same item on the menu at every restaurant we eat at. I never order the same item twice. That’s just us.

Anywho, last night I ended up being out much later with Thomas (as in all night) than originally planned. We took a drive in the mountains, ate at a ski-lodge and in a total spontaneous moment, we got a room there and spent the night. I of course called James and told him of the change in plans and told him he should go to bed.

Thomas dropped me off back home late this morning and I immediately sensed a slight attitude coming from my hubby. I guess that’s what I get for giving him an orgasm Friday night. James submits to sudden changes much easier when he’s been denied for weeks at a time.

I was in no disposition for his ‘tude’ so I dealt with it quickly. I was tired and in no mood to administer a spanking or any kind of physical discipline. Suddenly a stroke of brilliance flashed across my mind when I saw the X-mats stacked up in the chair. I was going to put them down on the couch and order James to lie on them, but then I caught a glimpse of our coffee-table. I laid two of the spiked mats down on the coffee-table and ordered James to undress, sit on the front edge of the table and lie back. His cock swelled inside his chastity cage and his balls firmed up as soon as he saw what I had in mind. He squirmed as he eased himself down on the mats, his buttocks and back being penetrated by the plastic spikes, his shoulders ending at the conclusion of the table, his neck and head hanging over the edge.

I went and got a roll of Saran-Wrap and I bound him to the coffee-table as I wrapped him with 3 or 4 layers, taking the roll across his body and running it under the coffee-table, and back across his body again. James was totally bound and at my mercy.

I left him bound against the plastic spikes for about 15 minutes. By the time I returned to him, he was quite contrite for his negative attitude. I towered over him and took my foot and pressed it on his waist, his stomach and then his chest, pushing him deeper into the spikes. As I did this I lectured him about his attitude. By the time I was done, I had him telling me how happy he was I had such a good time with Thomas last night and how I deserve spontaneous and romantic moments in my life.

I slipped out of my pants, removed my panties, and I cupped the back of his head in my hands as I straddled and forced his face to my pussy. I held him there and ordered him to lick me, all the while he was still bound against the spikes of the x-mats. I wasn’t particularly excited but it still felt good as he licked me and I wanted him to taste me, as nothing makes a man more loving toward a woman than the taste of pussy. Finally I let loose of his head and I fetched a pair of scissors and cut him free of the Saran-Wrap. I allowed him to go to the mirror to admire all the red marks made by the spikes across his backside.

Hubby’s been a good boy ever since. Now, wasn’t that much better than fighting all day?

 

Strappado

Last night I put to use the leather arm-binders I got hubby for Christmas. I finally got around to trying what they call “strappado”, the alternative to riding the horse I mentioned in a previous post.

We did this inside the confinement room. I had hubby run a rope from the hook on the floor, through the hooks in the wall and over and through a hook in the ceiling. Then it was time for a little feminization, nothing overly complicated but I dressed him in stockings and a garter belt. And he was in his CB6000 the entire time.

I picked up a modest pair of old pumps with a low heel at a used clothing store a few days ago that were in his shoe size. I had him slip inside the shoes underneath where the rope hung from the ceiling. I placed hubby in bondage with the arm-binders with his arms pulled behind his body. I secured the rope to the hook in the arm-binders and tied it tightly as hubby leaned forward. He was most unsure of himself as he kept saying he was going to fall, but once I got the rope pulled snuggly and properly tied, he realized it would support his weight.

 

The confinement room is a tight fit for two people so I left the door open and sat in a chair just beyond the doorway as I watched hubby’s predicament. It didn’t take long for his calves and legs to tire from the pressure on his leg muscles due to the pumps. Being his first time I figured he wouldn’t last long but that didn’t stop me from doing plenty of teasing before I considered freeing him from his constraints. 

I made James verbalize to me how he felt about New Year’s Eve. I asked him if he enjoyed watching his wife with another man. I asked him if felt humiliated over dinner, driving us around, watching me dancing with Thomas, watching him run his hands all over my new leather pants, watching me kissing Thomas at midnight, watching me make-out with Thomas when we got home, and finally when I took Thomas to bed with me. I asked James, “What was the most humiliating moment for you on New Year’s Eve?”

He said it was during dinner when a co-worker of his walked by our table and saw me sitting next to Thomas as James was all alone on the other side of the booth. I asked him “Did I know this co-worker and why was that so humiliating for you?” James confessed that although I had never met this co-worker, just the fact that someone he knew saw us all out together made him extremely embarrassed. The rest of the night he was constantly looking around for other people we might know. He didn’t see anyone else but that fear was with him all night long.

I continued to tease James about the entire night. I made him verbalize his blessing and how as a liberated wife he understands and totally accepts my right to date other men (he loves it when I do this). When I was satisfied with his confessions, I made him beg me to release him from his most uncomfortable bondage. It was probably no more than 20 minutes total before I set him free but I wanted to administer a whipping before untying him.

Usually when I whip James inside the confinement room he is bound to one of the walls, which gives me enough room to stand behind and swing the whip. But with him bound in the center of the room I didn’t have enough space. Therefore, I selected my long handle riding crop and I stood in the doorway as I whipped his ass with the crop. I couldn’t get any kind of follow-through but I was able to flick my wrist enough to make the crop effective. I got in a few really good shots that made him lunge forward, which put more pressure on his calves, arms and shoulders. His arms and chest muscles actually began to quiver while I was whipping him.  I finally took pity and freed my hubby.

I don’t think James liked strappado. Too bad, because I plan on doing this more as I want to increase his time and I also want to get him to the place where I can put him in higher heels. This was his first time so I think he will get more accustomed to it the more we do it. I wish the confinement room was bigger. Maybe the next time I might try it out in the middle of the basement. The beauty of the confinement room is it already has all the hooks in place in the walls, floor and ceiling. We’ll see and we’ll continue to experiment.  

An alternative to Riding the Horse

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Christmas shopping for S&M gifts for Hubby

I’ve been doing some on-line browsing for possible gifts for hubby and I am intrigued by the possibilities that are out there.  

2012 has been a kind of breakthrough year for us what with the construction of the confinement room and exploring hubby’s closet masochism. I want to build upon that in 2013 so I feel his Christmas gifts should be a reflection of that.

The first item of interest I came across was a Kali’s Teeth Chastity Device off the JT Stockroom site. Years ago we bought a chastity device from ClubFEM that had plastic spikes which made it uncomfortable when the male attempted to get an erection. James hated this device but I kind of liked forcing him to put it on and then inducing an erection out of him by a prolonged tease and denial session. As you can see from this link

http://www.stockroom.com/Kalis-Teeth-Chastity-Device---Advanced-P3260.aspx

the Kali’s Teeth is much more severe than the one we had. It is not for the faint of heart. Dare I get it? I am tempted. My, what fun I could have with such a device during a tease and denial session. Or better yet, putting the Kali’s Teeth on James, locking him in the confinement room and forcing him to listen over the intercom to me being pleasured by one of my lovers. Can you just image him starting to become aroused as he hears me in ecstasy but the spikes punish him for daring to grow an erection without my permission?

If I don’t want to go that severe, there is this device called Mike’s Spikes,

http://www.stockroom.com/Mikes-Spikes-R-P4679.aspx,

I love that the depth of the spikes are adjustable. I would probably get both the blunt spikes and the extra sharp spikes. I suppose I could start out his training/punishment with the blunt ones and work him up to the extra sharp ones.

Another device that intrigues me is The Nut Crusher

http://www.stockroom.com/The-Nut-Crusher-P4649.aspx

I’ll have to research the safety of this device but I love the idea of placing hubby in bondage and then as they say “watching him squirm” as I tighten the device.

Other items I like on this site are the locking ball gag with dildo attachment ring, the prisoner belt and the leather arm binders (the belt and binders would be perfect for placing hubby in bondage within the confinement room).

Then over on the demask website,

http://www.demask.com/dynamic/sitemap.asp?Language=en,

there are some bondage hoods and very nasty gags that are enticing. I also love the studded strap-on harness. And my, what I couldn't do with some of the bizarre equipment they sell. The enema equipment alone makes the mind run wild with ideas.

So many possibilities but a limited budget so I can’t get everything I want. I would also like to get a new leather outfit. I would love to get a leather dress. We’ll see.

I got James a straightjacket on our anniversary so I guess I can pass on the prisoner belt and the arm binders for now. What do you think? If I can only get one item for hubby, what should it be, the Kali’s Teeth? Mike’s Spikes? Or how about the Nut Crusher? Or what about an item they sell on the DeMask site? Suggestions are welcomed but I need to decide soon.