Our mundane femdom life

Weeks can go by with little or nothing to report when it comes to our femdom lifestyle. Most days are fairly mundane and I don’t like to embellish things just to make my blog more interesting to read. So I would rather write nothing or reminisce about past experiences than write about our day-day life that usually isn’t all that interesting. If I did, a typical post would read something like this;

“I got off work and headed to the fitness center. James came home, prepared dinner and attended to his evening chores. After dinner, I fiddled in my garden (or read a book or went through my e-mail or took the dog for a walk, etc.) while James cleared the table and did the dishes. Afterwards we watched some television before retiring to bed.”

That’s a typical Monday thru Thursday night around our house. Not very exciting but that’s our reality. I might have James give me a foot massage while we watch television or I might be in the mood for a full body massage, which can lead to female body worship and oral servitude, but that’s about as wild as things get around our house on most weeknights.

The weekends are usually more exciting but do not always involve D&S. When something out of the ordinary does happen, like Memorial Day weekend with my getaway and James’ subsequent marathon discipline session, I love to record it in my blog because it is a departure from the usual.

But every now and again, there are those life events when something comes from out of the blue that makes for a femdom situation. That’s what happened this week but rather than go into here, I will write about it in a separate entry.

Marathon whipping session

I know some of you have been anxious to hear about my Memorial Day weekend and I finally have a few minutes to write about it. Where to begin? I think the best place to begin is at the end because that is the freshest thing on my mind.

Monday evening I made it back home to find an eager and willing to please hubby, nice and secure in his CB-3000. I left him a long list of chores and I must say he really pleased me by completing all of his tasks. It was a hot and sticky weekend (in more ways than one) and most of his assigned chores were outdoors so that made it a bit more of a challenge for him as he had to endure the heat and humidity as he power washed the deck, mowed the lawn, cut down some low hanging tree branches and swept and cleaned out the carport. He also had to do his usual inside chores of vacuuming, dusting and doing the laundry. I, on the other hand, enjoyed a weekend of rest, relaxation, and good food as I visited my sisters, and I enjoyed hot and steamy sex as I went on a date with my young male friend. But more on that in a minute.

After hubby unloaded my car, we sat in the living room and chatted. Hubby poured me a glass of wine and I unwound from the long drive. The traffic was terrible and very stressful so the wine was just what I needed.

I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to James over the weekend, much to his disappointment. I usually call him more often when I’m away but I was having such a good time, I simply forgot. I called him Friday night to tell him I had made it safely to my sister’s house and I touched base with him again Sunday morning but I didn’t have the time to fill him in on any of the details of my Saturday night date. Luckily he was so busy with his chores that he didn’t have much time to feel neglected.

Once I relaxed from the wine, I told James to remove his clothes so I could inspect the CB-3000. He said it was a little uncomfortable wearing it all weekend while he did his chores but he didn’t have any real issues with it. He even slept fairly well, but that might have had more to do with him being tired from doing his chores.

Seeing him standing there in his CB-3000 began to turn me on. I teased him about my date and I began to give him the details. I told him how all of my sisters were at my oldest sister’s house Saturday night which left my youngest sister’s place, where I was staying, completely empty. So after dinner, I invited my young suitor back to her place. She thought I was out with a girlfriend but to play it safe I inquired about what time she would be returning. My sisters love to stay out late when they're together so when she told me around 10pm, I knew it would be close to 11 before she came home. We didn’t have a lot of time so me and my date got right into it. It was humid outside and I told him I was sticky and needed to take a shower. Then I invited him to join me and the rest you can use your imagination of what happened next.

When I told my hubby the details, he got excited and he struggled inside the CB-3000 as his erection was restrained and his balls became very swollen. That settled it. I could have just chilled the rest of the night but I wanted to discipline him. I knew if I didn’t seize this opportunity, it wasn’t going to happen.

For something different, I took him to the basement and I tied him in a standing position in the utility room off the laundry room. It is a small room where the hot water heater is located. I strung him up by his wrist cuffs, tying them to hooks that are in the beam that hangs from the ceiling. I hadn’t whipped him in this room for some time, not since last December.

I went upstairs and unlocked my toy chest. I knew I was going to be engaging is a physical workout so I dressed only in leather bra, leather shorts and a pair of leather boots. I selected my implements of choice. I chose the flogger, the long handle riding crop, the leather strap, the tawse and the cane. I returned to the basement and I decided I wanted to see his erection during his whipping so I removed the CB-3000. His cock jumped right to attention.

Once I got started, I really got into it. I’ve wanted to have a marathon discipline session with him for weeks but couldn’t get motivated to initiate it. But now here I was and it became a marathon. Once I got started, I really threw myself into it. James was also in the mood as my cuckolding tale really had him aroused. I made him beg me for his whipping and he really got into it, acting like such a little bitch boy, pleading with me to punish him.

I warmed him up with the flogger but I didn’t waste too much time with a lot of foreplay because I could tell he was in the mood for a hard whipping. I got to the riding crop and the chemistry was there. That’s not always the case but him being locked up in the CB-3000 all weekend and then hearing about my sexual fling with my young male friend was the perfect mix. He felt very inferior and submissive to me and that combined with an intense sexual arousal is usually when he can handle a hard whipping.

The floor and walls in this small room are concrete and it makes for great echoing sounds during a whipping session. I had him dancing and the sound of my crop striking his flesh was really turning me on. In fact, at one point, I slid out of my shorts and I began touching myself as I continued the marathon session.

I’m slow and methodical with a whip. I have never been one to go hard and fast. I find a slow whipping, allowing 5 to 10 seconds between each stroke, to be the most erotic. I also took a few breaks to rest my arms and to get a drink of water.

I switched from the crop to the strap to the tawse and finally the cane. By the time I got to the cane, his erection had gone limp so I knew he was getting to the edge of his limit. His sexual energy had given way to the pain and his body was quivering. I know from experience that when this happens, it will not be too long before he uses his safe word. Therefore, I only gave him 5 strokes with the cane and I stopped. We had been at it for 90 minutes.

I freed him and took him over to the laundry room where I could examine his body better in the brighter light. He had some nice marks and welts but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a matter of hours, or a day at the most.

I took him upstairs to my bedroom where I relaxed on the bed and James orally worshipped my body, bringing me to orgasm at least three times before I finally pushed his head away from my pussy. Now it hit me. The weekend, the drive, the physical workout from his discipline session and now my orgasms ushered in total exhaustion.

But poor James, I knew he needed relief. Therefore, I gave him permission to masturbate in front of me. It didn’t take him but a minute and I wasn’t in the mood to be cruel so I gave him the command immediately, “Do it, James! Do it now!” He climaxed on my command and I sent him off  to bed.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

Seeing my hubby parading around in his new chastity device has definitely increased me appetite to dominate him in other areas. I have the mental and sexual urge to tie him up nice and tight and administer a marathon discipline session with my assortment of whips and paddles. I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks but while my spirit is willing, I have not been able to muster the energy.

You see with the nicer weather I am outside doing more things, like working in my flower garden or taking long walks or riding my bike. So when the sun goes down, I am too pooped for BDSM play with my husband. As a matter of fact, lately I have become a passive Domina where I make my hubby do all the physical work, such as bathing me, giving me massages and orally pleasuring me. That’s the benefit of being the Mistress in the relationship. When I am tired, I can order my ‘slave’ to serve my needs.

Right now he is the giver of submission and I am the receiver of pleasure. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want to engage in D&S where I am the giver of domination and he is the receiver of my physical discipline. Those thoughts of doing nasty things to my hubby are in my mind a lot but alas, I am spending my energy on other things right now and the older I get there isn’t an abundance supply leftover.

Oh well, what’s a Mistress to do? Maybe next Monday night. I hope to recharge my batteries over the Memorial Day weekend when I visit my sisters and we do lots of fun stuff. And I have finalized my date for next Saturday night with the young stud who took me out New Year’s Eve. Leaving hubby alone at home to tend to his chores while he is locked up in his CB-3000 while I am out with another man should get my dominant juices flowing and by the time I return home on Memorial Day night, after James unpacks my car and puts my stuff away, that should be the perfect time for his marathon discipline session while I tease him and fill him in on all the fun I had.

That’s the plan. The spirit is raring to go. Hopefully my body will follow.

Hubby becoming more accustomed to wearing the CB-3000

Now that spring finally seems to be here for real, I have been very busy planting flowers and all the outside activities I love to do this time of year. The downer is I’m not spending near as much time on the computer and as a result I just haven’t been motivated to post new entries on my blog. But that doesn’t mean there hasn’t been much to report. Quite contrare!

Last Friday, for the second consecutive weekend, I had my hubby put on the CB-3000 as soon as he got home from work. I made him wear it all weekend long and he confessed to me Sunday night that he is slowly becoming more accustomed to wearing it. And while he still isn’t sleeping soundly all through the night, he did sleep better this past weekend than he did the previous one.

As for me, I don’t know what it is but every time I see him locked in his little cage, I get seriously turned-on. Maybe it’s my own little personal power trip. I love to tease him by ordering him to do intimate acts to me that I know will only further his sexual frustration. I had him give me a massage last Friday night and Saturday night I had him bathe me and dress me prior to me going out to dinner with a girlfriend. But don’t get the wrong the idea, she is not that kind of ‘girlfriend’, we are just good friends who like to go out every once and awhile to dinner and possibly a movie if there’s a good horror flick playing. She loves scary movies but James hates them so if there is a good horror movie out in the theaters, I will go with her.

She knows very little about my lifestyle but it was still erotic having James bathe me and dress me before she picked me up. Having his soapy hands touching my wet skin while he is locked in his little cage (okay, it’s not really a cage like the CB-2000, it looks more like a clear tube shaped like a penis) is definitely a tad cruel. I teased him that me and my girlfriend might go out for some drinks after the movie (we saw “The Raven”) and pick up some guys. I had no intention of doing that this time but it was fun teasing my caged hubby about that possibility.

Sunday night I disciplined hubby, while he was still caged, with an OTK spanking and a light whipping with my short handle riding crop. The discipline session concluded with him orally pleasuring me to multiple orgasms. My how his passion was smoking red hot that night. The chastity really had him aroused and I had to finally push his head away from my pussy once I was totally satisfied. I believe he would have continued until his tongue fell off had I allowed him.

What can I say? I am loving the CB-3000. I used to think the honor system was fine for us but I’m starting to understand the appeal of having a man in a chastity device. I don’t recall this level of excitement when we got the CB-2000. Maybe it was there and I just don’t remember it but this seems different. I think it’s because I can envision him wearing it for long periods of time whereas he mostly complained about wearing the CB-2000.

This weekend I am going to extend his length in the CB-3000 to 3 days. I am going to have him wear it to work on Monday and if all goes well, he will only get 2 days of freedom before putting it back on Thursday. You see, I am heading to the city for Memorial Day weekend to party with my sisters. My plan is to have him in the CB-3000 the entire time I am gone, from next Thursday until Memorial Day night.

He will have his usual list of chores to do while I am away and I will be having a blast with my sisters. I also hope to set-up a date with my young admirer but those details have yet to be worked out. I’ll keep you posted.

Hubby test drives the CB-3000

One of my former phone clients (and a regular reader of my blog) was kind enough to send me his old CB-3000 chastity device. It was in immaculate condition as he only wore it once. It arrived on Thursday and James has been locked up in it all weekend. He says it’s an improvement over the CB-2000 but still not comfortable enough for long-term wear. We’ll see. Nevertheless, he put it on Friday evening and I will not free his locked up member until later tonight.

After a weekend of merciless teasing, he has a nice case of severe blue balls going at the moment. He’s had to do all of his weekend chores while wearing the CB-3000 and last night he had to bathe me, give me a full body massage and orally service me all the while wearing the CB-3000. His balls were nice and full and he was very frustrated when he went to bed last night. He said he didn’t sleep very well. I, on the other hand, was nice and relaxed from my massage and my multiple orgasms. I slept like a baby.

I will unlock and remove the device tonight, probably around 9:00pm, so he can get to bed early and get a good night’s rest before starting a new work week. We’ll play with it again next weekend.

3's company but 5's a crowd

The past two weekends James and I were supposed to visit Ginger and her hubby for a private foursome CFNM party. However, Ginger canceled on us both times. I must confess that I was a little ticked off when I got her call Friday night because I was looking forward it. But I can’t say that I blame her.

Ginger is in the midst of a new cuckolding arrangement. The past three weekends she has had sexual relations with Dante, the handsome and well-endowed man she met at the CFNM party back on April 7. Two weekends ago she made her hubby watch while he was trapped inside his CB-3000 with the Dream Lover remote at Ginger’s fingertips to further torment him while she was having sex with Dante. Ginger said it was such an erotic experience for her that she wanted to do it again this weekend.

Apparently Dante is going to be away the first two weekends in May therefore Ginger couldn’t wait three whole weeks to see him. I was disappointed but I understand. 3’s company but 5’s a crowd. Hopefully James and I will make it to Ginger’s place for our little CFNM get-together one of these weekends while Dante is away. I’ll keep you posted.

Aftermath of CFNM Party

Well, it’s been a week since I attended the CFNM party and the aftermath has been rather profound. First, I had a D&S session with my hubby the other night where I shared all the details with him while I dominated him via bondage, spanking and strap-on play. I hammed it up, teasing him how gorgeous the naked bodies of the men were and how his plight would have been similar to that of Phil’s had I allowed him to attend. I teased James that should I ever allow him to attend a future CFNM party with me, he would have to suffer the embarrassment of being naked in a room full of beautiful, younger men and then he would have to watch his wife ogling over all the eye candy.

Not only that but he might have to endure seeing me select a potential lover to accompany us back to our hotel where a hot cuckolding scene just might unfold. James got extremely excited when I told him these things. He seemed to really enjoy the possibility but I reminded him that it’s only a fantasy until he actually experiences it. Poor Phil had to endure it for real. Nonetheless my tale made for a great D&S session between James and I.

The second reverberation that came from the CFNM party is that next weekend, Ginger has invited James and I to visit her and her hubby at their place for a private CFNM party. Our plan is for Ginger and I to remained clothed (in street clothes, no fetish wear) while our hubbies are totally naked. They will have to serve us all night in that vulnerable state. James should do okay in this setting because he knows Ginger from our ClubFEM days and she’s basically seen him naked before.

And thinking of Ginger, the third aftershock from the CFNM party will occur tonight when Ginger goes on a date with Dante, the hunk she met at the CFNM party. Ginger didn’t waste any time. She told me she’s been thinking about Dante almost non-stop and she can’t wait to be alone with him. I cautioned her to be careful and not to rush into anything but she’s a grown woman.

I, on the other hand, have made no plans as of yet with the young man I met at the CFNM party. He wants to go out with me but it seems to me, based on his e-mails, that what he really wants is to be dominated by me. That might be a possibility down the road but the more I think about it, I would rather use the CFNM experience to further dominate James for now. Next weekend at Ginger’s house should be a real hoot.