Halloween 2013: College boy with leather fetish makes for stimulating night

Thursday night was definitely one for the books. Halloween afforded me the opportunity to wear my custom-fit leather outfit out in public.

 

As promised, hubby stayed home while my single female friend Amanda and I went out bar hopping. Amanda doesn’t drink so there was no need to bring hubby along as our designated driver. He spent the night locked up in the confinement room in chastity, with a butt plug inserted, and wearing a pair of my panties.

Amanda couldn’t believe my outfit and wondered where on earth I got such an ensemble. I told her Vegas. When she asked what I was supposed to be, I told her “a Dominatrix”. Amanda is a little on the naïve side being a small town girl. She didn’t know what a Dominatrix was (or she played dumb). I just told her to google it sometime and left it at that.

Amanda dressed as Red Riding Hood with a red hooded robe that she made herself. But something was sorely lacking. What she was wearing under the robe just didn’t work. So I got on-line and looked up red riding hood costumes and saw the following picture.
 

 

Amanda is short and kind of built like the woman in this picture so that gave me an idea. I knew I had enough accessories to spice up her outfit. I made sure to close the bedroom door so she couldn’t see what I was doing but I went into my toy chest and I got my leather corset, pvc glovelettes, and my pair of old two lips knee high leather boots. 

 

Again, Amanda wondered where I got all this stuff but she didn’t seem to mind as I altered her costume. The boots were a little too big for her feet but I stuffed some insoles in there and pulled a pair of thick socks on her feet and she was able to make it work. Her walking would be difficult all night but she was pretty psyched with how sexy I made her costume. The boots really hugged her lower legs as she has nice calf muscles.

I checked in on James one final time before we headed out. I didn’t want to go too local so we drove 20 miles to a college town that has a lot of nice bars. The first couple we hit were dead. In fact, I was disappointed in the lack of people out and about this Halloween. I guess everyone was waiting for the weekend. But at least the college kids were out having a good time.

A young girl sitting next to us at the bar overheard me commenting on how dead things were and she told us about a Halloween party taking place in this bar which is located in the basement of the local Democrat club. She said the place is always crowded every Thursday night because it is pitcher night. She also said there was a good mix of young and old (not sure what she meant by that) at this place.

Amanda and I headed over there and sure enough, there was a line to get in. Luckily we didn’t have to wait long. The place was packed with about half the people dressed in costumes, the other half dressed as if it were any other Thursday night. And I have no idea what the girl at the other bar meant by a nice mix of young and old but all I saw were young twenty-somethings. Amanda is ten years younger than I am and she said she felt old. You can imagine how I felt.

There was no place to sit as all the tables were taken. After we stood around for about 30 minutes, two nice young men gave up their seat at the bar for us. It’s a good thing because our feet were killing us standing in our boots.

On any other night, nobody would have given us two seconds of attention as we were surrounded by lots of young, hot looking college chicks. But the magic of Halloween, leather and boots began to work in our favor. A number of guys, and gals, as they crowded the bar to order pitchers and drinks commented on my leather Sgt. Peppers leather jacket and skin-tight leather pants. A few, both guys and gals, actually asked permission to touch both my jacket and my pants. I eventually got hot in my jacket and had to take it off and put it over the back of the barstool. I covered it with Amanda’s coat so it wouldn’t get dirty. Underneath I was wearing a leather halter-top.

Amanda also got plenty of attention in her outfit and this one guy struck up a real long conversation with her. Amanda is currently seeking a boyfriend so this night was definitely good for her self-esteem. I could tell she really enjoyed the attention she was getting from several young men, this one in particular.

The highlight of the night was when this young, probably 21 or 22, man who kept staring at my pants and boots all night, finally crowded next to me at the bar. He was cute in a geekish/computer nerd kind of way, and I picked up on the vibe that was coming from him. He was submissive who probably fantasized about dominant women all the time, and now here was one in person, in all my leather glory.

I knew he wouldn't muster the courage to say anything to me so I decided to give him a thrill. I started to talk with him and after the ice was broken a bit, I allowed him to run his hands over my leather pants. I now had this kid in the palm of my hand. The question would be “what was I to do with him?”

I could have teased him all night, got his hopes up and then dumped him in a cruel, Dominatrix way. Or I could toy with him, string him along only to run out the clock and leave him spellbound and frustrated. Or I could give him the thrill of this young life.

I am a compassionate woman at heart and thanks to what I have learned from my hubby, I realize how hard it is for submissive men to have actual experiences with dominant women. I had zero desire to have sex with this young man as he wasn’t my type. But I found him to be cute and I was attracted to his bashfulness and submissive nature. I decided to allow him to worship me, if the opportunity and circumstances would permit.

The place was beyond loud so I didn’t really care who all could hear our conversation (probably no one) so after an hour of seducing my admirer, I asked him if he wanted to worship me in my leather. He didn’t hesitate, and he knew exactly what I meant, which told me he must have been a consumer of femdom porn. So I asked him if he lived alone. He didn’t. He shared a house with four other guys but said he had his own room.

No way was I going to go for that. So I asked him if he would be willing to get a hotel room, and only if it was decent like the Hampton’s Inn I saw on the edge of town. He said he didn’t have the money for that and his parents monitor his credit card activity. Just hearing the word “parents” made me reconsider. I felt like some kind of a Succubus.

But I was too excited to back out now. So I asked Amanda if I could borrow the keys to her SUV and promised to be back in about 30 minutes. Amanda was still enjoying the company of the guy she was flirting with so she gave me the keys without hesitation. She knew she could trust me.

I put on my leather jacket, took my young submissive by the hand and led him to Amanda’s SUV. I didn’t like where it was parked so I moved it to the back of the parking lot and backed it into a spot that was against a wall. We then moved to the backseat where I allowed him to touch my boots and my pants. He had a very noticeable erection which I purposely brushed up against with my hand. My instincts inside the bar were correct. His package was small and he was not lover material.

I leaned against the door and gave him permission to lick the leather on my boots and my pants. I eventually guided his head to my crotch and ordered him to lick the leather with long, passionate strokes of his tongue as if he were eating pussy. He was very nervous, his hands were shaking a little, and I wondered several time if he had ever been with a girl before. But I didn’t ask. I just allowed him to bask in the taste and aroma of the leather.

I was getting very excited and had he gotten the hotel room, I probably would have allowed him to eat my pussy. I’m sure he will look back on this night the rest of his life and kick himself for not springing for a $129 hotel room.

I allowed him to lick and touch my leather for a good 20 minutes or so before I had to push him away. As I sat up he got a little bold and started to kiss me. I allowed him to kiss my neck and the sides of my face but I denied his attempts to kiss my lips. He was one horny male so I figured I needed to add a little femdom to keep him in that mind space. I told him to give me his cell number and I wanted him to go home and wait on my call. I told him it would be a surprise. That got him to leave immediately and eagerly.

I went back inside the bar and got Amanda. She was ready and in a great mood as she had exchanged phone numbers with her own young admirer. I told her if she wanted, she could bring him along, but to her credit, Amanda does not put out on a first meeting or even a first date.

We started the drive home and on the edge of town, I had her stop at the Hampton Inn. I told her I needed to use the bathroom but I went inside the lobby and used a pay phone and called my young submissive (I didn’t want him to have my number). He was already in his room as I had commanded. It was very late and I had to talk softly but I ordered him to masturbate for me but to hold back until I gave him permission. I have experience with this from my days as a phone Mistress.

After toying with him for maybe five minutes, I gave him the order to “Do It”. I could hear him grunting and then relaxing. He got all quiet and I knew he had obeyed my command. I told him he had pleased his Mistress and with that I bid him a good night. Before I hung up he asked if he could see me again. I told him it was doubtful and that I lived in Washington DC (a white lie for his benefit) and rarely get to this neck of the woods. But I’ll keep his number just in case I ever need him to serve me in some capacity.

When I got home, I told James all about it. He said he would have given anything to have had an experience like that when he was in college. He then shared with me about a time he was in college and was at a bar with his friends. There was an older woman sitting at the bar in a black lace top, spandex pants and she had a pair of handcuffs hanging from her belt. He said he was too nervous to approach her and his buddies all made smart comments about her saying she was probably a Witch. James said he regrets not approaching her, wondering what might have happened if he had.

As he was telling me his story I could tell he was jealous of the young man I had dominated. For my part, I was still very much turned on from the experience. I allowed James to pick up where my young submissive left off. I allowed James to worship my pants, knowing another male had his lips all over them a few hours earlier.

 

I then slid them down and had James orally service me. It was now after 4:00am in the morning. Needless to say, I called off the next day. But I made James go into work.

 

Hubby makes it to 10 weeks. Rewarded with humiliating orgasm

It’s a new record for us! James was denied since August 17 and yesterday was exactly 70 days. And what a day it was. Hubby was primed after a day of walking around the leather flea market with me and my dominant girlfriend, Ginger, seeing all the kinky clothing and toys. The sights and smells added to his arousal and anticipation.

I bought a few small items, nothing fancy or expensive, although I have a nice collection of business cards with websites to order things in the future. I also picked up the book “At her feet”, which I’m looking forward to reading.

 

The four of us did dinner at Gordon Biersch in Rockville and then we headed to Ginger’s house. I didn’t bring a fetish outfit although I wore leather pants all day (I knew that would add to hubby’s excitement) with an orange and black sweater to give me a Halloween/Autumn look.

Once we got back to her place, Ginger had her hubby change into his maid’s outfit. He waited on us, fetching us drinks. Ginger had a glass of white wine. I had a beer at Gordon Biersch so I just had ice water at Ginger’s.

After we socialized a little, Ginger decided to give James a real thrill. She changed into her custom-made leather catsuit. I was there the day she was measured for it when we were in Vegas last June but yesterday was the first I saw her in it. Wow, did she look hot! The catsuit is black with red laces on the sides from her ankle to her underarms, and more laces on the arms. She wore a pair of red high heel shoes to complete the outfit. James’ tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. Ginger sat back down on the couch and had her hubby kneel with his head to the floor so she could use him as her footstool.

It was now time for the fun to begin. I grabbed my purse and produced the key to James’ CB6000. I had him undress and then I unlocked his chastity device. Surprisingly his erection was soft, which told me he was embarrassed and nervous being naked in front of Ginger. But once I caressed his skin with my hand and told him to stare at Ginger in her sexy catsuit, his erection sprang to attention.

I did a little verbal teasing, asking him how long it had been since he last climaxed. Then we began to tease both husbands about being cuckolds. About this time I reached into my purse again and pulled out a dildo and a small tube of KY Jelly. I lubed up the dildo and I slowly inserted it into James’ anus. I then told him that I wanted him to ‘cum’ for me without any stimulation to his cock. I teased that he wasn’t worthy to have me touch his genitals.

I began to fuck him, holding the dildo in my hand, sliding it in and out. James was completely humiliated and totally embarrassed. Ginger added to his humiliation, making all kinds of comments, saying naughty things such as “You heard her, Bitch, cum for us!” and “Show us what a slut you are!”

James was dripping pre-cum so Ginger fetched a condom and put it on him. James got really excited as she touched his cock briefly by rolling the condom over it. He was on the edge but struggled to orgasm with no physical touching of his penis. Ginger twisted his nipples as I continued to hand fuck him with the dildo. I admonished him, “Come on James, DO IT, my arm is getting tired. DO IT else I’m putting you back in chastity.”

Ginger chimed in, “You heard your Mistress.DO IT BITCH!”

And with that James’ body convulsed and he shot his load into the condom.

“Good boy!” I commented as I withdrew the dildo.

Ginger held up a small plastic garbage can and James had to roll off the condom and expose of it in the trash. Ginger drove the point home by saying, “That’s what your wife thinks of your orgasms, Bitch. They belong in the garbage along with other unnecessary and useless things”.

Ginger likes to call her hubby her Bitch, so she uses that word a lot. James seemed to respond to being called ‘Bitch’ so perhaps I’ll start calling him that when I dominate him. 

After he dropped the condom into the garbage, James then knelt down and became my footstool as Ginger and I chatted a little more, totally ignoring our husbands. We stayed until around 10:00 before finally heading home. Although he was embarrassed and humiliated I think James had a great time and was most appreciative of my efforts to make his orgasm special.

This morning, I allowed him to masturbate once more, kneeling in front of me, climaxing into a hand towel. I wanted to make sure he was totally cleaned out before locking him back in chastity. Our next denial goal is 11 weeks. That means hubby will be denied until January 3. Maybe I’ll make it New Year’s Day. That would be 10 weeks and 5 days, which would be a new record for us.

Now comes the hard part. James experiences a letdown that lasts for days after he is allowed an orgasm. He has a lot of leafs to rake today. As long as he tends to his chores I’ll give him his space as his sexual batteries begin the process of recharging.

I’d still like to find a Halloween party on Thursday night. I’d love to wear my custom made leather pants and leather Sgt. Pepper’s jacket.

 

It’s the one night each year I can wear fetish clothing locally and people not think anything of it. Maybe my girlfriend, Amanda, will go with me. I think I’ll leave hubby home alone.

Leather Flea Market this Saturday in Rockville, MD

Ginger finally wrote me back and she’s definitely down with doing something for Halloween but not on October 31 because she has other plans that night. She suggested we do something either this Saturday, October 26, or next Saturday, November 2.

Ginger also told me that this coming Saturday there is a Leather Flea Market in Rockville Maryland at the Crown Plaza hotel. There will be 50 vendors selling goodies from whips to leather and latex clothing to corsets to kinky footwear to all types of toys. She suggested that perhaps James and I could meet her and her hubby there and we could all go shopping together. Afterwards we could have dinner and then return to her place where she and I could dominate James prior to granting him permission to finally release in a yet to be determined humiliating way.

Sounds like a plan to me. Here is the link for the Leather Flea Market. We will not be going to the play party since we are not members of this group but I’m sure our own little private party back at Ginger’s place will be second to none.

Pushing hubby’s limits as Halloween approaches

Not much to report lately. I’ve made a conscious decision not to ‘play’ with hubby until Halloween in order to safeguard he doesn’t have an ‘accident’. He hasn’t had an orgasm since August 17^th and he is pretty much at his limit. I’ve been teasing him, calling him my little horn-dog as he is noticeably horny and very affectionate from the denial process. I know from experience that any kind of intense D&S play or sexual contact would be setting him up to fail, and I want him to reach my goal of Halloween before he is allowed to climax.

At this point I’m even afraid to allow him to give me a massage as any kind of touch might be too much for him to handle. Just the other day he confessed to having lots of sexual and bizarre dreams. That’s a sure sign that he is desperate for an orgasm. I’ve been trying my best to channel his sexual energy into serving me domestically, assigning him extra chores and housework. I allow him to wear a pair of my panties to give him a little extra thrill when he does the housework but I have to be very careful over these next 10 days. It is times like this that I wish I had a lover who lived close-by because I feel denied since I can’t ‘use’ hubby’s gifted tongue or even strap a dildo to his face. I’m afraid it would be too much excitement for him.

I guess I’ll just have to use my vibrator when I’m alone in bed between now and Halloween. In fact, I did just that the other night as I replayed my sexual liaison with Derik in my mind. I also like to think about denying hubby and how he is suffering to please his Mistress. I can’t explain it but knowing that my husband is locked in chastity and completely under my control always makes me very wet.

I’m trying to organize something special for Halloween. I wrote Ginger to see what she is doing. My idea is for us to go to a Halloween party where Ginger and I flirt and dance with other men while our husbands watch us. Then later that night, perhaps in a hotel room, I would allow James to remove his chastity device and make him jerk off in front of me and Ginger and whomever else I invite. That would be most humiliating for James. As always, I am open to suggestions and ideas.

Going Under

Directed by Eric Werthman 

Starring Roger Rees & Geno Lechner 

Release: 2004 

Length: 98 minutes

"Going Under" marked the feature directorial debut of Eric Werthman, a 65-year-old practicing psychotherapist. This is most interesting because the main character in “Going Under” is a psychotherapist. Its first public showing was in 2004 at the São Paulo Film Festival. It debuted theatrically in 2006 in New York City, and was released on DVD in 2007 through the independent company Blue Underground. 

The film reveals the influence of director/co-writer Werthman's profession because it adopts a highly clinical and thoughtful tone. However, I found myself wishing for much more eroticism. After all, this is a movie about a personal relationship between a Dominatrix and one of her clients. How can that be dull? Well, the writing in this movie might have been better suited for a platonic relationship between a shy Priest and a rigid Nun.  

The plot goes like this: Peter, a psychotherapist, and Suzanne, a professional Dominatrix who goes by the name Mistress Diana, have been meeting once a week for over two years, in the privacy of a dungeon room at a New York House of Domination.

During the opening credits, images are shown of frescoes from a villa in Pompeii called the Villa of the Mysteries. Of particular relevance to the film is a fresco depicting an Angel with a whip. From there we see Suzanne in a dungeon setting with her client, Peter. She encourages him to allow her to pierce his penis. He hesitates but submits. After the first needle, Suzanne asks him if she can do another one. He agrees and painfully endures as Suzanne confesses how much she enjoys piercing a man’s genitals.  

After they are done the session, Suzanne informs Peter that she is quitting at the end of the month, and gives in to Peter's request to see her on the outside. Their agreement causes Peter to be distracted at home with his wife, Pat (Kit Flanagan), and at his work as a psychotherapist. Pat confronts him and, although she already knows and accepts Peter's visits to see professional Mistresses, she is concerned to hear of Peter's attachment to Suzanne. 

Upon meeting Peter on the outside for the first time, Suzanne is unsure if she has made the right move in deciding to see him, but her curiosity overpowers her reluctance and they continue talking. Later, it becomes apparent that Suzanne is just as preoccupied by their relationship as Peter, when she is shown in bed with her girlfriend, Miko (Miho Nikaido), who notices Suzanne's distraction and confronts her about it. 

Through a series of flashbacks, we see how Peter and Suzanne met. Calling himself "Robert", Peter enters into the commercial House of Domination and fills out a questionnaire where he lists his D&S interests. Next, he looks through a book which contains the pictures of the various Mistresses that work at the Dungeon. Peter chooses Mistress Diana. Peter is next shown naked while he waits to meet his Mistress. Suzanne enters and the chemistry between them is immediately established. At the end of their initial session, they share their real names with each other.  

In the present time, Suzanne's relationship with Miko is faltering. Peter is struggling to write a psychiatric paper, remembering his childhood of coping with a severe learning disability and Attention Deficit Disorder. Peter and Suzanne continue exploring their S&M relationship in flashbacks, with Peter receiving clothespins on his skin and performing leg worship on Suzanne but being denied his request to orally pleasure her through her rebuke that it would be unethical. Peter also tells Suzanne that one of his hard limits is that he is squeamish when it comes to being pierced. The first scene in the movie tells us that she was able to expand his boundaries and that he trusted her enough to allow her to breakdown even his hard limits.

 

 

Outside the dungeon, Peter clings to her, but also tries to analyze her at the same time. Suzanne confides to Peter that the reason she retired from being a Dominatrix was because she was having trouble controlling her contempt and hatred toward some of her male clients. Suzanne admits that she found herself really wanting to hurt this one man in particular and it scared her.  

In a meeting at a diner, Suzanne tells Peter about a time in her teens when she tried to make friends with a boy named Tim in a new community by performing oral sex on him. Suzanne says she felt proud of herself until everyone at her new school found out about it. Peter suggests that if the memory did not still hurt, she would not have brought it up. She corrects Peter by reminding him that she already has a therapist and that she doesn’t need him analyzing her.  

Peter tells Suzanne about his struggles in school with a learning disability and how it still affects him. Suzanne again becomes uncomfortable with Peter's intimacy with her. After Suzanne puts off meeting with Peter on the outside again, he goes to an S&M club, where he watches various public scenes between Doms and subs.

He approaches a woman, Mistress Terry, whom he had watched flog a man. She orders him to buy her a bottle of water. She asks him if he wants to be dominated, which he agrees, so she binds him naked and proceeds to flog him while an audience gathers to watch. Peter is unable to get in the mood and stops her by using his safe word shortly after she begins flogging him. Mistress Terry seems interested in Peter, even asking him if he is married. Before he leaves the club, she informs him that she frequents the club most weekends, should he ever want to session with her again.

 

 

Meanwhile, Suzanne is contacted by her former employer, Juno (Phyllis Somerville), the woman who runs the House of Domination. Juno tells her that an old client is willing to pay her a healthy sum of money if she were to travel to Philadelphia to dominate him. At first she refuses the offer, but when her female roommate breaks up with her and moves out, her need for the money makes her reconsider the offer.  

She goes to Philadelphia for the one-time session with the old client, Walter. Here we see a scene that is a perfect example of a man who wants to be dominated, but tries to control the session. Suzanne shows up wearing a sexy black leather outfit but Walter immediately tells her that he doesn’t like black and that he is deeply disappointed that she is not wearing a red outfit. As the session begins, he corrects her about the tone of her voice. She is obviously not doing an adequate job of conforming to Walter’s fantasy and Suzanne becomes agitated. She finally grows tired of his complaining so she gags him and proceeds to whip him with fury and disdain.  

Afterward, Walter pays her for the session but not before he reminds her about what he didn’t like about the session. However, Walter hesitates and thanks her, perhaps revealing that he enjoyed being put him in his place. Once Walter is out of her sight, Suzanne breaks down and cries. 

When she returns to New York City, she gets news that her mother, Gretchen (Jenny Sterlin) has cancer. She calls Peter to drive her to her mother's house. Suzanne and her mother are shown to have a tense relationship, causing her to lean on Peter after the visit.

 

 

Peter drives Suzanne back to her apartment and they go inside. Peter marvels at Suzanne’s art, especially the plates from books that Peter has gifted her as inspiration.  
 

They begin passionately kissing for the first time. Suzanne says that she will never be comfortable with how they met, and although she seems to want more, she stops Peter before he penetrates her. She leaves the room only to return and begins to allow Peter to touch her sexually, however she stops him again and she collapses in his arms, sinking to the floor. Peter sits with her for a while and returns home.  
 

Days later, they meet again outdoors. Suzanne says she cannot allow herself to want Peter. He says he understands how she feels but does not want to lose her. Nonetheless, Suzanne ends the relationship. 
 

We see Peter and his wife Pat sitting lakeside, watching their college-aged daughter in the lake. Peter comments on how secretive their daughter has become about her life.  Pat reminds him that their daughter is just like him. Peter apologizes to Pat for the things he has done to hurt her through his relationship with Suzanne.  
 

Finally, a year has passed and Peter backslides yet again. He has seen an ad in a Femdom publication that Suzanne is once again working as a Dominatrix. In a voice-over telephone conversation, Suzanne explains to Peter that she is only working one day per week to make extra money. Peter asks if he can see her again. Suzanne says it will not be any different than it was a year ago and denies his request.  End of movie. 
 

Werthman gets kudos for making his characters multi-faceted and transparent at the same time. These are intelligent and complex characters. However, these are also very dull people, or so the dialogue makes them seem that way. Peter is a sad and depressed character. So is Suzanne, for that matter. There is no humor in this film. The characters rarely smile or laugh. The sex is non-existent. The S&M scenes in the dungeon are neither erotic nor interesting.  
 

Contrast Suzanne with Mistress Midori. Readers of “Predominant” may recall that I reviewed her movie, "Portrait of a Dominatrix" back in May 2005. In that issue of Predominant I wrote the following about Midori;
 

"I particularly enjoyed the way she spoke to her slaves. She bargains with them, reasons with them and gets them to agree to whatever whim pleases her. The smile that appears on her face as she whips her slaves is inspiring. She goes from playful and aloof to serious and demanding in a split second." 
 

In other words, Midori loves what she does. If you are a submissive male, I doubt if you would want to session with Suzanne. And if you are a dominant woman, I don’t think Peter would be your dream submissive. Peter is a needy person and perhaps Suzanne likes him because he is different than her other clients. Maybe she sees a future with him, a successful man who could give her a new life. But she knows he is married and there is no future with him. Therefore, we are left with two needy people trying to be friends, but neither can meet the other’s needs.  
 

Toward the end of the movie we see Suzanne driving in her car and we hear her voice-over talking about how she has this need to break a man down. We hear Peter talking about his need to be broken down. You would think two such people would be compatible and a perfect match. That was obviously the attraction and the chemistry they enjoyed in the Dungeon. Sadly, it could not translate to the outside world. And sadly, this film does not reveal the potential benefits of a loving Femdom relationship. Suzanne and Peter are running from what they really are and what they really need, instead of embracing it. Thus they are left sad and depressed.  
 

On the DVD extras, there is a short documentary about the annual Black and Blue Ball held in New York City. It runs about six minutes but it gives you a glimpse of what these kind of fetish events are like. If you’ve never been to an event like this, you will probably be shocked. Better you see it on a DVD prior to going in person. Just keep in mind that not everyone who attends these events are as flamboyant or over the top as what they show in this short feature. 
 

I bought my copy of this DVD on Amazon. This film does have some artistic merit but don't let the subject matter entice you. It's neither a sexy nor a romantic movie.
 

Rating: 2 out of 5 stars

Punishing hubby part 2: 50 strokes with my new cane collection

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, last night I told James to fetch one of the dining room chairs and place it in the center of the living room. Once the chair was in place, I told him I wanted him completely naked. He looked at me kind of funny as if he wasn’t sure if he should be aroused or worried. Once he was naked I ordered him to walk behind the chair, bend over the back and grab the seat. His ass was sticking straight out which made it an inviting and easy target. 

I was totally clothed, no leather, no lingerie, nothing sexual about the way I was dressed. I was in tee-shirt and lose fitting shorts. I fetched my new cane collection and James began to plead with me. I explained to him that the caning was just a further extension of his punishment for his unauthorized orgasm and it was not negotiable.  

I only used two canes, the thickest ones (the second and third canes from the bottom in the picture below)

 

I started out with thinnest of the two (the white cane with the basic brown handle) and dished out 20 moderate strokes, tapping his buttocks three times, drawing the cane back half way and flicking my wrist and forearm bringing the cane sharply across his ass. I rotated between left and right cheek, sometimes getting both.

James flinched in pain from the very first stroke, his ass still showing a few marks of the caning two weeks ago, although the marks were now faded and could only be seen in a bright light. After the 20 warm-up strokes, I took a rest on the couch. James begged me, promising he had learned his lesson, asking for mercy. I almost waivered as I hadn’t counted on him reacting that way from the warm-up strokes. There was no sexual buildup for him and the position I had him in bending over the chair made the caning extra painful. But I made my decision, I would stick to the 50, and the final 30 would be severe.

I grabbed the thickest cane (the white cane with the black handle). I tapped his buttocks three times and drew the cane all the way back and let go with a full swing. James really jumped. I ordered him to hold as still as possible else I would restrain him and add an additional 50 to his punishment. I lectured him that he needed to show more self-control and he needed to suck it up and endure his punishments like an obedient husband.

I continued with his caning, dishing out 29 more for a total of 50. For the final 10, I told James to shout out with each stroke, “I will never climax again without Kathleen’s permission.” The final 5 were extra hard. I’m not sure which one did it but one of his welts actually broke open and started to bleed.

I made him remain in that position for several minutes as I admired my handiwork. Then I soothed his wounds with aloe and anti-bacteria cream. I image some of those welts will not be going away for quite a few days, maybe weeks.

I have to admit that I got aroused from caning hubby’s bottom but I didn’t want there to be any sexual activity because I wanted it to be totally about punishment. However, last night I couldn’t help touching myself as I laid in bed, thinking about those welts and James’ contrite and remorseful attitude during and after his punishment. I was going to pleasure myself but I wanted him there with me. It was now around 2:00am and it had been a good six hours since his punishment.

I got up, went to James’s bedroom and woke him up. I told him to join me in my bedroom. He was about half out of it but I didn’t care. I ordered him under my sheets (it was chilly here last night) and between my legs. James snapped right to it and he licked me with much reverence and love. I could feel the love. He licked me until I had several orgasms. I allowed him to spend the rest of the night in my bed with me.

Punishing hubby: Strappado and ball spanking

I received more than usual feedback (mostly in private e-mails) about hubby’s unauthorized orgasm last weekend. The overall consensus was that he needed to be punished and I was too lenient on him. I can be lazy when it comes to punishing James, I admit that. I do allow him to get away with way too much and even when I do punish him I tend to let him off easy.

So last night I reconsidered. I decided to punish him for what happened last weekend. The first part of his punishment was a session of strappado inside the confinement room. For those not familiar with this, here are two pictures that illustrate this most intense punishment.

I placed James in high heel pumps and bound his arms behind his back with arm binders in the strappado position. I left him like that for twenty minutes as I monitored him over my laptop using our surveillance system. I was right outside the confinement room door the whole time but he didn’t know that. He was literally begging for mercy as his leg muscles tired and he experienced severe cramping. I teased him about him being such a whiner and I told him that the next time would be even longer if he ever has an unauthorized orgasm again.

I untied him but his punishment wasn’t over. A female reader of my blog wrote me last week and recommended ball spankings. She said they are especially effective if the male is wearing the CB brand of chastity device and has blue balls.

I took James upstairs and had him lie face up on my bed. He was still in his CB6000 and I did a mild tease and denial session, biting his nipples and fondling his balls with my hands. As they became full, I took my hands and began to spank his balls. Some might call it ball slapping but it was more like a spanking, the way I would give out a bare hand spanking to his buttocks, only not as hard.

The ball spanking had poor hubby in some serious discomfort. In fact, I had to stop long enough to restrain him on the bed by tying his hands and ankles to the bedposts. He was twisting his body way too much. Once I had him tied down, I resumed with the ball spanking. I kid you not, James had tears running down his cheeks by the time I was done. His balls were a deep shade of purple with some minor bruising.

I think I got my message across loud and clear. There will be no more unauthorized orgasms without serious consequences. He will be denied until Halloween.

And his punishment is still not over. As I write this I’ve decided to dish out 50 moderate to severe punishment blows with my new canes tonight.

 

 

This will be to reinforce how serious I am about this matter. Thanks to my readers for these wonderful suggestions. As always I welcome them.