Not entirely useless tasks

Okay, holding a dime against the wall with his nose can be classified as a useless task but having him scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush has its purpose. The tile in the bathroom never looked better when hubby was done. Today he will do likewise to the kitchen floor. Hubby is putting to great use all of those free toothbrushes we accumulated over the years after each visit to the dentist. His knees are very sore this morning so being the kind Mistress that I am, I permitted him to put on a pair of kneepads for the kitchen floor scrubbing.

Last night while I was watching television, hubby was objectified as my human drink holder. He stood next to the couch, balancing a pillow on his head, while holding my glass. He was wearing a blindfold and he had earplugs in his ears so he couldn’t even enjoy the sound of the movie.

I posted a movie review yesterday afternoon while hubby was scrubbing the bathroom. Today I will post another movie review as he is doing the kitchen. Then I’m off with a girlfriend to the outlet mall. Tonight I will objectify hubby again as he will be my ottoman, with his blindfold and earplugs, as I relax and read a good book. Tomorrow he returns to work and back to reality. I’m betting he will have a much better appreciation of utilizing his and his Mistress’ time more wisely.

Boot Domination

Not much to report lately as far as the lifestyle goes. However, last night a spare of the moment D&S session occurred between me and my hubby.

I had the day off so I went shopping with a girlfriend. It was chilly so I wore a sweater, jeans and my new boots. James bought me a new pair of brown leather pants for Christmas and last week we were out and I saw this pair of calf high brown leather boots that I just had to have. Yesterday was my first chance to wear them.

We were gone most the day. We ate at an Olive Garden so I called James and told him not to worry about dinner. I made it home around 7:30 and when James saw me wearing my boots, he immediately took a submissive posture. I could sense the energy coming from him. It had been two weeks since I had dominated him, other than the night I made him wear the Kali’s Teeth when he gave me a massage. It was obvious he was in the mood.

I sat down on the couch and I ordered James to undress and lie down on the floor next to the couch. He’s been dying to worship my new boots but I don’t want his saliva (or worse, his cum) to soil them. However, I decided to give him a little treat by doing some boot domination and trampling.

I placed the heels of my boots on his nipples, slightly grinding them into his flesh, as I allowed him a nice and close-up look at the lovely brown leather boots. I verbally teased him how he could “look but not touch”. This was driving him wild.

I then moved the heels down to his CB6000 and playfully rubbed them against the cage and his exposed and swollen balls. I dug the one heel into his thigh, causing him to gasp while I pressed the toe of the other boot firmly against his balls, firmly pressing down on them. The intensity caused James’s eyes to water. I moved my boots around, probing his body, being very careful to avoid the top of the cage where he was dripping a little pre-cum. Be that as it may, a small amount of pre-cum attached itself to the bottom of my left boot (thankfully none got on the leather), therefore I placed it against his face and ordered him to lick it clean. Keep in mind that I had been walking around malls and shopping centers all day so who knows what nasty tastes and smells were on the bottom on my boots?

James didn’t care. He licked the sole of my boot as if he were eating pussy. Kind of pathetic, don’t you think? Although it is also rather erotic. I’ve always enjoyed watching a man licking my boots, especially my hubby. I was tempted to grant him permission to lick the leather (which is what he wanted in the worst way) but I knew I would regret it if he soiled them. My better judgment prevailed and I pulled the heel of my boot away from his face. It was like taking a lollipop from a child.

I ordered James to fetch me a glass of ice water and on his return I ordered him to lie face down on the carpet. I began to dig the heels into the cheeks of his buttocks, than I had him get on all fours as I rested my boots on his backside while I drank my glass of water and watched a little television. 

I watched entire episodes of “The Office” and “Modern Family” which I had on the DVR while James was my human ottoman. I occasionally dug the heels into his flesh, just as a loving reminder that I was thinking about him.

I was now in the mood to get out of my jeans. I only kept them on because I didn’t want to take off my boots. I decided to treat James so keeping with the boot domination, I went into the bedroom and opened up my toy-chest, where I also keep my leather boots that I wear for D&S play. I called James into the room and asked him if he wanted calf high, knee high or thigh high? As if I even had to ask, he chose thigh high.

 

 

I had James carefully remove my new boots and put them away. He handled them as if they were made of gold. I slipped out of my jeans and sweater, now only wearing bra and panties. I ordered James to put the black leather thigh highs on me. He’s gotten rather good at this over the years, in fact I think he could work in a woman’s shoe store.

Once they were on, I allowed James to worship them. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs (he loves it when I do that) and my hubby made love to my boots with his mouth and tongue, licking and kissing the leather that hugged my legs, sucking on the spiked heels and pointed toes. He did this for a good 20 minutes or so.

Seeing these were old boots, I decided to give him a very, very special reward for being such a good husband. I gave him permission to remove his chastity device and I allowed him to hump the boots, with his hands behind his back. I told him to hold off climaxing until I gave him the order. Then on my command (Do it, James, DO IT NOW!), he soiled the boots. I pointed at the mess he had made and ordered him to lick them clean. He always recoils with a little disgust when I make him lick his own cum off my boots. As he was doing this, I reminded him what a pathetic display of male humiliation I was witnessing. That little comment caused his cock to grow hard again.

I was definitely aroused at the spectacle but I have a date with Thomas tonight so I didn’t want James to orally service me. I am saving myself for Tommy boy. Instead, once he had licked my boots clean of his mess, I had James remove the boots, clean them with the leather polish and put them back in my chest. Then he was told to put his CB6000 back on.

I dressed in my PJ’s and retired to the living room to watch a little more television. The perfect cap to a delightful day.

Human seat cushion

After the hustle and bustle of the holidays, it’s nice to be enjoying a leisurely weekend with nowhere to go and no one to see. Last night James and I went to the movies and saw the new Sherlock Holmes film (liked it better than the first). Today I’ve been doing some reading.

The humiliation session I had with James the other night has had a definite effect on him. Actually it has had an effect on both of us. He was napping on the couch late Thursday night (yes, he is allowed to nap on the couch and/or veg in front of the television when he has completed his nightly chores) and seeing him lying there on his stomach, his cute ass sticking up in the air (he was wearing a tight pair of gray sweatpants), I had the urge to walk over and sit on him. I had just come home from being out and I was wearing a pair of jeans. James awoke and I bent over and kissed his head. He kind of squirmed and humped the couch a little, as if to relay to me how much he enjoyed having me sitting on his butt. I proceeded to bounce up and down on him, which made him even more excited. I sat on him for maybe 15 minutes but I had things to do, so I had to leave him.

Last night he was in such a submissive mood. He has been extra docile and obedient the past few days. I could tell he wanted me to ‘play’ with him but I wasn’t in the mood for a session. However, today when I had settled down to read my book, I called James into the room and told him to go fetch a pair of my panties, undress, put on the panties and then come and lay down on the couch, face up. I went and put on the same pair of jeans I was wearing the other night. He likes these jeans because they are dark around my seat and crotch but faded everywhere else. They really highlight a woman’s bottom.

I sat down on his pantied pelvis and proceeded to read my book. He was not in chastity so I could feel his cock growing hard. I warned him not to move and he’d better not thrust his pelvis against my bottom if he knew what was good for him. He was there to be my human seat cushion. I am not a small woman by any stretch so after a while, his breathing was laboring somewhat.

I sat on his pelvis for a good 30 minutes total when I decided to reposition myself. I slid down the couch and sat on his face, full weight. The softness and give of the couch made it so he could bare it and I made sure he had just enough room to breathe. I told him to signal me by touching my leg if he felt he needed a break. He lasted about ten minutes before he touched my leg. I then told him to turn over and I sat on his buttocks. That was my favorite position and I stayed there for another good 30 minutes or so.

Finally, I took a break and headed to the computer. I told my hubby to get dressed and start dinner. Tonight we are staying in and we will probably watch a movie on one of the premium channels. I’m not planning on any D&S sessions this weekend but I may use my human seat cushion again tonight.

Objectification

I’ve been exploring ‘objectification’ with my husband this week. In the evenings, after he’s cooked me dinner and finished washing the dishes, he joins me in the living room where I ‘objectify’ him. One night I used him as my foot stool as I relaxed and read a book. The next night I used him as my nightlight as he had to stand next to my chair and shine a light down on the book as I continued to read it. Then Friday night I used him as a human tray. He had to stand still and balance my drink and snacks on the tray he was holding while I watched a movie. I made him stand to the side but facing me so he couldn’t view the television which forced him to focus all of his attention on me. I should also point out that he was totally naked for all three of these evenings.

My inspiration for exploring ‘objectification’ was a series of pictures I came across.

I think these represent perfectly the concept of female supremacy and male servitude. I totally ignored my husband while he served me. I didn’t speak to him. The only time I recognized his existence was when he would shift his body or sigh as if he were becoming bored. When he did that, I picked up my crop and gave him a hard smack across his buttocks to remind him that he must concentrate and focus.

One interesting item of note is that James had an erection the entire time and at no time did he go limp. This told me everything I needed to know about how he felt about being treated as an inanimate object.

I don’t know how often I will treat him like this but in the future I would like to get some ‘toys’ to make the objectification more fun. I once reviewed the movie “Cuckold Husband” from the website ‘Divine Bitches’. In browsing the videos and pictures on that site I came across this picture.

An item like this would make the ‘human tray’ much more entertaining. I’m not sure where I could get something like that but I’ll have to look around.

Last night I had a date with Chase while hubby stayed home and did his chores. Nothing really to write about (that I care to share) but I had a wonderful night and hubby was extremely frustrated in his chastity device and wearing my panties while he did his chores knowing his wife was being wined and dined by another man.