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.

A night of Water Sports

As with all things in life, sometimes you have to force yourself to stay motivated. It had been two weeks since I last dominated my hubby within a D&S session. It’s easy on the weekends to neglect femdom because there are other fun things to do, and during the weeknights we are both usually too tired. But last night I felt like we needed to “play”. Believe it or not, James wasn’t very enthused when I mentioned it. He did lots of yard work yesterday and he wanted us to order a pizza and download a good movie.

I had the advantage of reading “Interview with a Dominatrix” which motivated me to want to “play” so after we ate the pizza and I allowed hubby to relax on the couch (after he had loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen), I went into the bedroom and rummaged around my toy box, looking for inspiration. There is something about the smell of the leather that rises from my cedar chest when I unlock it that gets me in the mood to dominate my hubby. And touching the various harnesses, whips, paddles, boots, corsets, and other fetish items always gets me excited.

 

 

 

I got down toward the bottom on the chest and there was that darn black pumpkin enema bag along with the aluminum butt plug shaped nozzle.

 

 

It had been quite a few months since I last administered an enema to James. I dressed in leather bra, leather thong and knee high leather boots and I filled the enema bag with lukewarm water and hung it from the ceiling fan above my bed. I spread an old blanket over my bed and grabbed some dirty towels out of the hamper and laid them over the blanket.

I walked out into the living room and motioned for James to join me in the bedroom. He was nice and relaxed on the couch but once he saw me in my leather bra and thong, he got his second wind and eagerly followed me. When he saw the enema bag hanging from the ceiling fan, he knew what he was in for.

I had him strip naked and I first administered an over the lap spanking with my leather paddle. It was nothing severe or intense, just a brief discipline to put him in the proper frame of mind. Then I had him lay face down on my bed, his ass elevated with towel covered pillows, and I lubed up the enema nozzle and inserted it into his anus. I slowly filled him with about two quarts of water.

I rolled him over on his back and I straddled his face and had him lick my leather thong. I pulled my breasts out my bra and I stimulated my nipples with my own hands as James continued to lick my thong. I slid the thong to the side and had him orally pleasure me as I continued to play with my breasts with my left hand. I took my right hand and pressed on his bloated stomach, also batting the rubber rubbing which tugged on the butt plug shaped aluminum nozzle that was still inside of him.

I told James that he had to make me climax before I would allow him to relieve himself of the enema. I was very excited but for some reason it took me longer than usual to orgasm. James probably wondered what was wrong as he had to lick me long and hard, had to be at least ten minutes, before I was finally able to climax.

I unhooked the enema bag from the ceiling fan and handed it to James so he could carry it with him into the bathroom. I grabbed the towels off my bed and I decided to follow him. I had to tinkle, actually tinkle isn’t the correct word, it must have been the beer I drank with the pizza, combined with the orgasm I just had, but I had to go badly.

My first thought was I would make James wait until I had relieved myself before he was permitted to relieve himself. But then I had a better idea. I spread the towels over the tiled floor and I ordered James to lie face up on the towels. By now he was in some serious discomfort from holding in the enema. I told him that I promised this would be quick.

I straddled his body and I let loose, a long flowing golden shower all over his body, from his caged penis to his chest to his face. James was drenched when I had finished. I lowered myself onto his face and ordered him to lick me clean. This got me aroused again so I commanded James to “do his business”, put the towels in the wash, clean-up the floor, take a shower and join me in my bed.

I relaxed and browsed the internet on my laptop from my bed as I awaited my humiliated hubby. He finally joined me and I ordered him back between my legs for some more oral servitude. He licked me until I had another orgasm. Again, it took me a while and poor hubby was exhausted.

He lay there, totally spent. I allowed him to cuddle next to me and I asked him, “Now, wasn’t that more fun than watching a movie?” It sure was for me.

Humiliating Hubby

Based on the feedback I get, it is obvious how much some of you enjoy reading about my husband’s humiliation. Why is that? Does it turn you on because you fantasize about a woman humiliating you? I will probably never fully understand the mind of the submissive male but if humiliation is what you want, I am more than happy to share some of our experiences with you.

I was thinking the other day that I should sit down and write about some of the delicious ways I’ve humiliated my hubby, especially in the past, back when we were active in ClubFEM and we were seeking out other femdom couples to play with. I always do my best in front of an audience.

Take the time we had a show and tell night at ClubFEM. Each dominant wife had to publically share a unique way she dominates her hubby in front of the group. I was Head Mistress at the time so I went last. I had an idea in mind as to what I was going to share with the group but another lady took my idea in her presentation. I watched as women shared spankings, feminization, c/b torture, pony play, one woman demonstrated the “humbler” device, so I was running out of ideas. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning.

It was my turn and James had no idea what I was going to do. So I stepped forward in front of the group and had James kneeling next to me, wearing only a collar and a pair of my panties. I then did something that shocked the group (and in the process my hubby).

I told the group to follow us and I led James by the leash that I attached to his collar to the bathroom which was right off the finished basement of Alex’s house. It was a large bathroom with a shower stall and a separate tub. I ordered James to lie face down in the tub. I then announced to the group which had crammed into the bathroom (some could only peek their heads inside the doorway) that my demonstration would be “how to administer a golden shower”.

You should have seen James’ face. He was terrified. We had done this a number of times in our private play sessions but never in front of others, and especially not in front of a dozen or more people. I undid the snap of my fetish outfit (I honestly do not remember what I was wearing that night but I seem to recall it had a snap at my crotch area) and I straddled James and I began to administer a golden shower all over his body. I saw jaws of some of the people of our group literally dropping open as I did this. Even they were shocked. But I thrived on the public humiliation of my husband. In fact, I decided to really show off.

I ordered James to open his mouth and I redirected my aim and squirted a little of my “champagne” in his mouth. I then ordered him to close his mouth and in my most bitchy voice I commanded “Swallow it, slave!”

My humiliated hubby gulped it down which made even more jaws drop open. I reattached my snap and adjusted my outfit as I stepped out of the tub to the applause of some of the ladies of the group. Poor hubby was lying there in the tub all wet and humiliated. One by one they all filed out of the bathroom as I told James to shower off before returning to the group.

I have no idea if my little demonstration was put into practice by any of the other couples within their private D&S playtimes, but one thing was for sure, it made a lasting impression. When I think back on some of things I used to do to James during that phase of exploring this lifestyle together it makes be chuckle. I have a few other “blasts from the past” goodies I’ll share in future posts.