The Joy of Kissing Her Feet

The other night J and i were sitting together on the couch watching a movie.  We hadn't really engaged in any femdom play all day, and there wasn't really any kind of feeling in the air that we would that night.  But how quickly the weather can change...

J smiled.   "I think I'd like you down at my feet, dear."

i was surprised, but immediately felt a twinge...down below, and almost as quickly my sub feelings began to kick in.

"Yes, My Lady," i replied, which is what i am expected to say each time She gives a clear command as She just had.

i slid off the couch and kneeled.  J swung Her legs around and put them in my lap, teasing my already growing cock, sliding Her gorgeous red toes up and down my thigh.  A soft moan escaped my lips and i was at full attention.

i gently picked up Her left foot, preparing to begin a foot rub.  Usually when J orders me to Her feet it is to give Her a full foot rub, which is one of Her favorite things.  In fact, ordering me to give Her foot rubs was one of the first ways She started to get comfortable being more dominant in our lives, and one of the first ways She came to realize that such an arrangement could be filled with benefits for Her while fulfilling fantasies of mine.

As i began massaging Her perfect foot J stopped me with a quick "no, dear."

i looked up questioningly.

"I do love your foot massages...but tonight im in the mood for something different," She smiled.  "First, strip.  I want you naked...NOW."

i hurriedly stood and removed all my clothes, standing naked before J as She smiled.

"Mmmmmm...yes.  you may kneel again, dear," She smiled.

J extended a foot towards my face.  "Kiss, slave."

i was surprised, as J typically prefers a foot massage to foot kissing.  But my instructions were clear...i held Her foot in my hand and began gently kissing, starting with each toe, then sliding my tongue along Her perfect instep and planting kisses on top of Her foot.

"Mmmmm...good slave.  Keep going."

i continued, lifting Her foot so i could kiss every inch of the sole, nibbling at times, sliding my tongue along a bit and sometimes passionately kissing Her arch, Her instep, He toe.

"Very good, slave.  Keep going."

i looked up at Her, but with a look and a point of one finger i returned to Her feet.  i kissed each inch again, sucking on each toe luxuriously, Her satisfied smile all the encouragement i needed.

"Good slave.  So you know, dear, I want you to kiss my foot for the next half an hour.  No interruptions, no stopping, no looking at me and NO wandering up my leg.  Got it, slave?"

"Yes, My Lady," came my breathless reply.

"Any questions, dear?  this will be your last chance to talk until you're done."

i considered, then quickly replied "no, My Lady," and got to work.

The next half an hour felt incredibly submissive...J would move Her feet down to the floor, forcing me to kneel all the way forward almost in a praying position.  She would then move it back and use Her foot to pull my face up off the carpet, jamming Her toes into my mouth and sliding Her foot up and down my face.

i felt used, enslaved, enraptured as my entire focus was on Her foot.  J's occasional laugh was all the response i had, as i did my best to follow Her orders and keep my eyes and focus on her foot.

"OK, dear...very good!" J smiled as She slid Her foot away.

i gazed up at Her, my eyes filled with adoration, my hard cock betraying how completely i was Hers.

She teased my cock with Her foot, sliding Her arch across the shaft and tickling the tip with her toes.  She then held Her foot out for me to lick any precum that had leaked out of my throbbing cock on to Her foot.  i eagerly lapped up the juices and gazed up at Her.

"Hmmmm.....pretty excited, aren't we?" She smiled in that perfect, evil, loving, wicked way i love.

"Yes, My Lady.  i am Your slave," i breathed.

"You'd probably like to move this into the bedroom, wouldn't you?"

"Oh God yes, My Lady," i quivered.

"Hmmmmm....well, I think we can do that," She said, a twinkle in Her eye.  i gasped, shaking with excitement.

"Just as soon as you're done with my other foot," She said, and smiled.  "Get to work, slave."  J extended Her other foot, barely able to keep from laughing as i knelt down and began kissing Her other gorgeous foot.

(A very looooong) half an hour later, and after giving J three orgasms Herself, i was well-rewarded for my good behavior. :-)

The Power of a Single Word

We're not big 'sexters' by nature.  Nothing wrong with it or anything, but for whatever reason it's just never been something we've done a lot of in the past.  That's not to say that J doesn't wield control over me from afar, but we tend to use email or talk on the phone.  Though that has started to change...

In the last couple weeks or so i have started getting occasional text messages from J, each a single word and a single word only.  They started coming without warning, and there has not really been any kind of schedule or regularity to them, which in a lot of ways makes them even hotter.  i'm at the point now where every time my phone beeps with a text message i get a little jolt and the heart rate picks up just a little, and i find i'm more often than not disappointed when it's a friend asking if i want to go grab a beer or something...

i'm not entirely sure what inspired J to start sending these, but whatever it is i'd like to thank that source of inspiration and maybe buy it a present.  Because it's been a great addition to our play, and a fun way to keep the fires stoked during busy times.     

Note from J(!):  This wasn't something I thought a lot about, and I'm not sure what the inspiration was.  I was just at work one day and knew my slave was home and figured I'd have a little fun.  I was quite taken with how I felt after I hit send on the word 'KNEEL' and spent the next few minutes zoning out in the work meeting I was in imagining my slave's reaction, and picturing him on his knees.  It's been fun!  And more than a little distracting, LOL.  

And since it was me who decided to start this, I expect a "present" from my slave tonight.  :-) 

As J said, the first one was 'KNEEL'.  i was home that day and saw i had a message from Her, but had no idea what was coming.  i caught my breath and then, with heart racing and face flushed i knelt.  i wrote back 'Yes My Lady' and waited.  It was 20 minutes before the phone beeped again, with the word 'RISE'.  i rose, texted back a 'Thank You My Lady' and went on with my day.

There have been a few more, and J has even started telling me Her expectations for some, just so i don't screw anything up and end up facing a punishment for my own inability to understand what She requires.  So far She has also texted me with:

NAKED - pretty self-explanatory, and at times not possible.  If i am in, say, the grocery store, when i get that one i am required to strip down as soon as i return home, text J when i do, and wait.  That way we prevent any law-breaking...which is good.  i'm happy to be J's prisoner, but don't have any interest in a criminal justice system where She is not judge, jury and executioner.

HOME - J texted me this when i was out running errands on a Saturday and She was home.  i immediately took my half-finished list of items to the register, paid and raced home.  Upon arriving home i was told to strip, and J then cuffed me to the bed and flogged me three times for every minute between when i got the text and when i got home.  It took 27 minutes to get home, so i was sooooore afterwards. :-)

STROKE - This was one where again She knew i was home.  Again, pretty self explanatory...i texted back 'Yes My Lady' and began stroking, knowing i was not to come without Her permission (as always...).  She eventually wrote back STOP, and that was that.  Teased, tormented, writhing (it took a while) but ultimately frustrated.  All by two words.

COLLAR - J texted me this one on Her way home, after explaining previously that it meant i was to strip, move to the entryway of our house with my collar, place it on the floor and kneel in front of it, awaiting Her return.  When J entered She found me in position, where i had been for about 15 minutes...She seemed pleased.

BAND - This one came to me at work.  And again, J had let me know what She had in mind.  Something we had played with before when She was away was my putting a rubberband tight across my inner thigh and then pulling it out and snapping it back as hard as i could.  It hurts!  And is a great way for Her to administer some pain while not with me.  For this text i went into the bathroom at work (which is pretty private), stripped off my pants and snapped the rubberband on the inside of each thigh 10 times, then on the underside.  It left some stripes and a delicious sting i felt most of the rest of the day...

i have no idea how often this kind of thing will be happening, and what new wicked ideas J has in store.  i do really enjoy this new game, and am particularly amazed at how potent it is because She only sends a single word.  i think anything longer would be less effective. 

Whatever happens, if nothing else i now have an entirely new relationship with the beeping sound my cell makes when receiving any text...the instant connection between that sound and my cock is only getting stronger, which makes me think that Pavlov guy was on to something with the whole psychology of connection sounds to actions.  I'm almost worried about  the day when i receive 4 or 5 texts in a row from whoever, and whether or not i'll be able to hold it together!

New Tradition: Nightly Cuffing

J has recently introduced a new tradition, She has not yet said how long it will last but for now (as always!) i am going with the flow...and enjoying the ride.

One night about a week ago when we were getting ready for bed J ordered me to strip and kneel at the foot of the bed with my head lowered and wrists behind my back. She then cuffed my hands tightly behind me and ordered me to service Her wonderful sex with my tongue. After making Her cum three times (and feeling such joy at being of service) J kissed me lightly, uncuffed me and we went to bed.

Before She drifted off to sleep, though, she purred, "well done, slave. We may have to try that again tomorrow..." in my ear. i was of course already hard as can be, but there was no relief for me that night.

True to Her word, J ordered me to the same position the following night. This time after i was cuffed i was blindfolded and clamps were put on my nipples. J then ordered me to stand and then started mercilessly teasing my cock while tugging and yanking on the chain connecting the clamps. As always, the mixtrue of pain and pleasure was incredibly intense, and soon i was visibly shaking and having a hard time even keeping my balance.

"Awwww....having a hard time there, dear?" J whispered wickedly.

"yes my Lady," i replied through dry, eager lips.

"Good," J replied with a laugh.

She kept teasing me for what seemed like forever and then removed my blindfold and clamps, grabbed my cock and stood before me, staring into my eyes.

"Hmmmmm...I think that's enough for tonight, slave. Don't you agree?" She smiled as She watched my eyes widen while She was still tormenting my hard cock.

"Whatever you say, my Lady," i replied...the only correct reply, even if i was SCREAMING inside.

"Good boy," J cooed, and then She uncuffed me and we went to sleep.  It took me a while.

We have now made this a nightly ritual, though each night has been different. J has had me bring Her to multiple orgasms again, my eager mouth straining to please Her sex. One night She had me kiss every inch of Her feet and legs, smiling as i struggled to reach every inch with my hands bound.

Another night She blindfolded me, clamped me and then gave me a series of quick, sharp slaps to the face before forcing me down and flogging me to within an inch of my life, my face ground down on the carpet. That was obviously a night i had displeased Her...

And one glorious night J simply kissed me roughly, then tenderly, then ordered me to lie on the bed. i was allowed inside of Her and, after She came twice, allowed to explode inside of Her. And explode i did, one of the most intense orgasms i have had in QUITE a while. :-)

All in all it has been a lovely tradition, and a great way to spice up bedtime. Not sure how long it will last--that's up to J as always--but even if we stop doing it each night it's great to think She has yet another tool in Her ever-growing toolbox for keeping me Hers.

Onion Gag and Other Kitchen Fun

J and i were fixing dinner the other night when, as sometimes happens, the mood turned abruptly from the mundane to the marvelous.  She slipped up behind me while i was chopping vegetables, grabbing me around the waist and whispering "kneel" softly, yet menacingly, into my ear.  As is often the case, i was immediately...at attention, my pulse quickening as i slowly dropped to my knees.

i heard a drawer open.  J then slowly pulled my wrists behind me, binding my hands behind me with a bunch of those tight rubberband things they wrap asparagus and other veggies in. While one doesn't seem like much, J used quite a few and i was easily, and helplessly, bound before i knew it.

She then ordered me to close my eyes and lower my head.  i could hear the sounds of slicing as i knelt, trembling at what was to come. But what did come is something i could never have expected...

J told me to keep my eyes closed and then ordered me to "open wide."  i complied and immediately felt Her stuff something into my mouth: an onion!  She had sliced it to the perfect shape and size, and i immediately felt it push my lips open and stretch my jaw open.  She then took a couple larger rubberbands and made sure the onion was snugly in place, and with my wrists still bound i had no chance to get it out.

My first thought was: oh my god! i almost immediately started tearing up as the strong taste and smell of onion was all-consuming. i like onions and all, but this was already feeling overwhelming...

J then told me to open my eyes.  i did and tears were already flowing as i gazed up at my amazing Wife. She had that half-smirk of delight, with just a touch of evil, that i have come to adore so much. She laughed softly, asked "comfortable, dear?" with a smirk and leaned back to watch me struggle. i tried to muffle a reply, but J not only couldn't understand me, but quickly reminded me, "your opinion doesn't really matter anyway, right dear?" to which i humbly nodded.

With my onion gag still firmly in place and tears flowing freely down my face, J then ordered me to stand and bend over our butcher-block style table in the middle of the kitchen.  i heard Her open another drawer and then...SMACK. By the sound and feel i figured it was the large wooden spoon i had felt, and when J held it before my eyes it was confirmed.

J proceeded to give me a swift, sound thrashing with the wooden spoon, clearly enjoying Herself. She then had me kneel before Her again and seemed to take special delight in the immense flow of tears streaming down my face. She lightly kissed each tear-stained cheek before giving me a playful slap on the cheek and laughing softly at my clear discomfort.

After a bit longer J removed the onion gag (i don't know if i have ever felt quite so relieved!) and ordered me to crawl behind Her up the stairs to our bedroom.  The fun continued as i serviced Her every need, massaging Her body and then moving to giving Her multiple orgasms with my mouth and with Her favorite toy. She even had me lie on my back and be Her "other toy" while She vibed Herself to yet another climax.  Eventually i was also allowed to cum (yahoo!) and we fell asleep in each other's arm for a quick post-coital nap.  Hunger eventually drove us back to the kitchen, where dinner preparations went more...conventionally.

All in all a wonderful evening!

List of 10 Things...

Now that J and i are back in the swing of things (after my unfortunate transgression and deserved punishment) Her wicked imagination continues to swirl, and my astonishment only grows at Her newest ideas.

We have been married for ten (amazing, wonderful, glorious!) years now, and even though it's nowhere near our anniversary--which is in April--J recently decided to honor those ten years by starting up some Lists of Ten Things. When She first proposed the idea i was (as is usually the case) some combination of confused, excited and a wee bit fearful as to what was to come, and as ever those were the right emotions.

The first List was Ten Things To Smack My Slave With In One Evening.  J announced this list and then ordered me to fetch ten different things She could use to smack me with, and to do it quickly at Her direction.

Here's what we came up with:

1.  Flogger
2.  Wooden kitchen spoon
3.  Belt (with buckle...ow.)
4.  Extension cord
5.  Soft leather glove (mmmmm, sensation change...)
6.  Ping-pong paddle
7.  Cane
8.  Shoe (especially for the face)
9.  Small tree branch (which brought back memories)
And...10.  Broom handle

J had me gather all Ten Things and then we commenced to have a gleeful (for her), painful (for me) using all ten of those on all different parts of my body.  i am still sore...

The next List came a couple days later, when J decided i needed to do Ten Things To Give Her Pleasure In One Evening.  i was left to my own devices for most of this, and here's what i did:

1.  Giving Her an hour-long foot rub with lotion
2.  Drawing a bubble bath with lit candles surrounding the tub and me kneeling before Her, eyes lowered
3.  Providing oral pleasure until She had multiple orgasms (natch)
4.  Baking brownies wearing nothing but an apron and a collar
5.  Organizing Her music on Her computer, phone and ipod so Her playlists are updated and all links were working
6.  Researching local spa treatments and arranging an appointment for Her to receive an afternoon of bliss
7.  Painting Her nails (fingers and toes), and making sure they all look perfect
8.  Reading poetry aloud to Her from some of Her favorite poets
9.  Cooking Her favorite food and serving as Her table while She enjoyed dining on the couch with a favorite movie on
10.  Kissing every inch of Her wonderful body as She stretched out in bed before sleeping, massing those parts She demanded, rubbing warming lotion on others, and serving a couple *special* areas

Not too bad if i do say so myself...and i believe J was pleased. At the end She took my face in Her hands, kissed me gently and told me i was a wonderful slave. It was really quite romantic, actually.

i'm guessing both of these lists will be a part of our future, and i can only wonder what the next List of Ten will be.  And J did mention that She would be open to any suggestions from readers, so...:-)   

Returning After a Hiatus (Which Was At Least Partly Forced and Also Involved Some Punishment)

As is easily seen from the date of my last post, it's been more than three months(!) since my last post here.  There are a few reasons for the long hiatus, some of them pretty routine and some more...interesting.

To start, i traveled for much of May and June and just didn't spend a lot of time near a computer.  While J and i did spend much of that time together--and did engage in some fun "on the road" femdom activities that may have made for interesting posts--it just honestly became a lower priority to write while traveling.  i did sit down a few times to start writing a post, but inevitably i got distracted by something or just ended up a little too wiped out to write.

Then when i got back i was sick for about three weeks, nothing too serious but one of those long lingering kind of cold-flu things that just wipes you out.  i did try and remain a good sub to J during that time, but it did severly limit our opportunities to further explore our ever-growing femdom relationship.

So those are the boring reasons...now for the more interesting one.

i must begin with a confession: i began this blog as a bit of a lark, and wasn't sure if i would ever actually post anything or keep it up for very long.  Thus, i felt it unnecessary to inform my beautiful Wife and Goddess J of this blog's existence, at least at first.  As i wrote a few more posts i still for whatever reason didn't feel like i needed to inform Her that i was writing about our lives, even if i felt a growing unease at the idea of keeping anything from Her.  i was enjoying the writing, and was unsure how She would feel if i told Her about it, especially after i had let it go for a while already.  And yet of course i absolutely should have told Her--after all, part of adoring one's amazing Wife is being fully open with Her about what you do, and making sure She approves.  Not telling Her was completely unacceptable behavior, and as you have probably already guessed, this blog was a secret that did not stay hidden.

J discovered the existence of this blog a little while ago when i inadvertently left the Blogger page open on my computer one day before leaving for work.  She has variable hours at Her job and it was a weekday that She actually had off, and so was home all day.  Sometime during the day She must have tried to use my computer and found the page. i (of course) had no idea of Her discovery when i returned home that day...

As soon as i entered the house i could tell something was amiss.  J must have heard me come up the driveway because She was waiting in the entryway for me, sitting on the stairs with a (very) stern look in Her eye.  With a harsher voice than usual She immediately ordered me to strip and kneel, forehead on the ground.  i did as commanded, still unsure as to what was up but with a growing fear inside me.

J stood up and placed Her foot on my head, squashing my face to the floor.

"So dear...you've been keeping something from me, haven't you?" She asked.

As ridiculous as it sounds, i tried to play coy.  "What do you mean?" i asked foolishly.

J ground my nose into the carpet with Her foot, Her voice rising.  "What do you mean, 'what do i mean!?'" She yelled, grinding my face harder.  "What do you think i mean, you piece of shit?"

i was taken aback...J does not typically swear that much, even when in "Domme Mode."  It was then that i knew...my heart sank and guts wrenched as i forced out a meager apology through the carpet, writhing as She ground my face deeper in.

"i'm sorry my Lady," i kept repeating feebly.  J was unimpressed.

"You have been writing about us and felt like you didn't need to tell me, isn't that true?" She asked.

"Yes...and i'm so sorry!" i garbled out, my face still mashed under Her foot.

"That's right...you should be sorry.  And I will make sure you are," J replied ominously.  "Now get up."

She removed Her foot and allowed me to return to a kneeling position.  She then commanded me to crawl up the stairs to the living room, kissing the ground beneath Her feet on the way as She sat on the couch with me kneeling before Her, eyes lowered.

"So...i have read your blog, slave.  To start, I am upset with you for doing this without asking me, and for letting it go on without telling me.  You should have asked me for permission first, and you are as of right now no longer allowed to write.  Is that clear?"

"Yes my Lady" i stammered out.

J then outlined a series of punishments to give me a chance to make amends.  She explained that She was not sure yet how She truly felt about the blog, but the one thing She did know was that my secrecy required immediate--and severe--repercussions.

To start, all internet and computer activities were suspended until J said otherwise.

i was also immediately put into chastity, with no release in sight, yet plenty of teasing and denial to torture me.  And obviously lots of orgasms for J while i was not allowed any.

J then decided that since i had taken it upon myself to write, i could start writing for Her daily.  Starting immediately i was given daily line writing.  To take one example, for three straight days i was required to write this phrase 500 times a day: "i am lucky to be married to an amazing and very understanding woman, and am even luckier to be Her slave when She sees fit to allow me to serve.  The fact that i started a blog without Her permission is totally inexcusable, and i deserve all the punishment She deems fit."

i was also forced to draw from the punishment box twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.

For some of the time i was in the penalty box J required that i kneel before Her and receive at least five sharp slaps to the face every time i entered or left Her company.  This was not only coming and going for work in the mornings or evenings, but even every time i had to go to the bathroom or to the kitchen in the house as well.  With each transition i knelt before Her and was slapped, whether coming or going.  

i was not allowed to sleep with Her in the bed, and was either kept on the floor or on the couch.

Depending on Her mood, J also added some new punishments and activities to put me in my place.  For a couple of days we kept a ball gag by the door and i was required to be naked and gagged for every second i was in the house.  For a time i was also required to wear a pair of Her panties, which is not something we ever engage in during more playful femdom times, but is something i hate and thus made a good punishment.

There were of course lots of floggings and other activities as well.  And i spent those couple of weeks completely and utterly in servitude to Her, tending to every need, buying Her flowers, chocolates and everything else She may want, doing every chore and really having no time for myself at all.  While we have engaged in some periods like that in the past this was the first time we spent a prolonged stretch in a more "24/7" kind of mode.  Not something we want to do long-term (at least i don't think so) but seemed right given my mistake and the need for some...calibration.

J eventually decided i had been properly put in my place and began to loosen many restrictions and lessen the punishments.  Things got back to where they had been, with varying levels of femdom in our marriage depending on J's mood.  i am deeply grateful for Her understanding, and for the effort She made to put me in my place and make sure i remembered where that place is.  We also talked deeply about what i had done and worked it out through communication, which combined with all the punishments seems to have set things right. 

In fact, i was surprised and deeply gratified a couple of days ago when J told me that now that She was able to look past my mistake She quite enjoyed reading the blog, and was warming to the idea.  Obviously that led to Her giving me permission to return to blogging, which i am happy about not only because i enjoy it but because it makes me feel like J has forgiven me.  She now (of course) reads and approves all posts, and seems to be entertaining the idea of posting Herself from time to time, which i hope happens.

So that's the story of why i've been away...i am deeply ashamed of my behavior but even more deeply grateful (as always) that i have been lucky enough to find such an amazing Wife who is so understanding and forgiving.  i should be posting more frequently again, and as i said hopefully we will also see J making the occasional appearance here as well!      

Once An Hour, On The Hour

A quick update to J's devilish orders from afar, which I wrote about in my last post.  Turns out that She needs to stay out of town a while longer (boo!), but She continues to send daily emails with requirements for me to carry out, and recently added an amazing new twist.

i now am required to perform a specific action on the hour for every waking hour of the day. J sends these along in Her daily email of commands, and has made it clear that there is absolutely no excuse for failing to fulfill this demand, no matter what may be happening at work or elsewhere. So far there have been two:

The first was to text Her the words "i adore my Mistress." This seemed like it wouldn't be too difficult, but turns out that there were a few cases where i either had to leave a meeting or, and this one immediately put me into a very subby headspace, text those words to J while sitting or talking with someone. Writing those words in the presence of other unknowing people quickened my heart rate almost immediately, in a delicious way...i felt my face flush, hopefully people didn't catch on...=-)

The second was to harshly slap each of my bare inner thighs twice. This, obviously, is a little trickier. Most of the time at work or out of the house i would be able to slip into a restroom to do this, after first making sure no one was around. But twice i had to pull over the car while driving and slide my pants down a bit to smack my thighs on the side of the road. And i found that i had to plan things like getting on the freeway or going for long walks around this new hourly requirement.

J has promised She has a few more in mind, and has even hinted that this tradition may continue once She is back next week. As much as it has been a major bummer to be apart, i remain in awe of my amazing Wife and the incredible imagination and control She continues to wield over me, even from thousands of miles away.

Orders from Afar...

J's been out of town for work for most of the last couple of weeks, and while that obviously means we can't play together, it doesn't mean we haven't been playing. Even from across the country She has been keeping me well in the palm of Her hand.

For starters, J left a series of daily orders to keep me fully in touch with the fact that i am still Her slave, even when we are apart. She designated a morning worship spot in our living room, and each morning before i did anything else i knelt there naked, nose to the floor for 20 full minutes. Once that was done i had permission to begin getting ready for the day.

Before i leave the house each day, J has ordered that i kneel and place one kiss on the toe of each of Her shoes in the closet while She is away. She has long ago had me line Her shoes in order in the closet and keep them arranged, so this is a matter of kneeling down and kissing each one as i crawl along the floor. It serves as a lovely last reminder before i leave the house of J's control, and helps me feel Her presence strongly before i leave our shared home.

J also ordered that each day while She is away i am to strip immediately upon returning home, kneeling on the cold tile of the entryway and kissing the floor 30 times, each time whispering "i belong to Mistress J." Then i am free to do whatever in the evenings, provided i keep Her house spotless and do not in any way touch my cock or masturbate.

We have had some wonderful phone sex, i had the pleasure of helping J cum one night while She was in Her hotel room which was wonderful. i have not been allowed release, which is of course driving me crazy but also of course up to J to provide release, or wait until She returns in a few days.

One thing She has started doing over the last few days is also sending me a daily email with additional tasks, requirements or commands. These have ranged from menial tasks at home like scrubbing the kitchen floor while clamped using only an old toothbrush to the more public and demeaning...each day is different, depending on her mood, and each email is full of surprises. Some examples:

-J ordered that i go into the bathroom at work (which is a single, pretty private bathroom) and spend 90 seconds masturbating, moving up and down my shaft and increasing the speed until i can barely stand it. i am not allowed to cum but must get as close as i can, and then go back to work as quickly as possible, ideally still hard and flushed from the experience.

-J has also ordered that i write "Property of J" on the shaft of my cock, and then write "J's slave" on each inner thigh. This meant a couple days of not going to the gym (for obvious reasons), as well as always knowing that those words were there while i was in a meeting, driving with a friend or wherever. She also ordered that i spend 15 minutes staring at the words that evening as soon as i got home as a reminder.

-i have also been made to figure out which compass direction J was from me, then find a spot that faces that direction on a wall and kneel there holding a poker chip against that wall for 20 minutes. i had to describe where it was in the house and She will verify it when She returns.

-J also ordered me to the grocery store while my nipples were clamped, and then had me pick out a number of humiliating items. i was also ordered to the mall while clamped to a Victoria's Secret, where J commanded i find the cutest sales woman and have her help me pick out a new bra for J while i was clamped. This was probably the one where i felt my heart race most of all, my face flush the whole time...though i suppose lots of men are like that at The Secret...wonder if they're all clamped, too?
 
-She has also twice emailed with a very specific time of day and a strict demand that i call Her at that exact minute. Whether She answered or not Her phone would log the call and She would know. Luckily i made both, though i did have to leave a meeting to make one of the calls. Talk about feeling fully controlled!

-i have also had multiple emails ordering me to be fully naked from the moment i enter the house until i leave, usually wearing some kind of accessory like my collar, nipple clamps, gates of hell or something else.

-She also ordered me to do something to myself we have never done together: rubberbanding. Specifically i had to kneel with legs spread and then slide a rubberband over each thigh. Then i had to pull each out and snap it back 10 times on the top of each thigh, then 10 times underneath. i must say i was amazed at how effective that was, especially as something i can easily be made to do to myself. J even called once to listen in, and seemed delighted with the loud SNAP! sounds, as well as with my whimpering...

i am (of course) ready to explode, and am in awe of how much control J is wielding from afar, and how much She seems to be enjoying it. When She left the daily commands it was already more than i expected, and the new surprise emails have been a new touch i did not expect. She gets back this weekend and i cannot wait to see Her for all kinds of reasons, not only because we truly do miss each other when we are apart, but also to kneel at Her feet and thank Her profusely for keeping me so fully in her lovely grasp while She was away. 

Femdom Clue!

We are both great fans of board games, whether intricate new games like Settlers of Catan or the classics we grew up with.  We have spent many a night with good friends over a board game, and have a bunch of games stacked up in one of our closets. i never suspected they would come in handy in our new marriage dynamic, but the imagination is a wondrous thing...=-)

We were having one of those days where you look around your house and figure out what you want to give away to Goodwill, and we pulled out the game Clue from forever ago. You all remember Clue, right? Where you have to move around the board and eventually figure out who killed "Mr. Boddy" in what room and with which weapon. There are six characters, six weapons and nine rooms, so you'd eventually figure out that it was something like "Professor Plum with the revolver in the library."

We realized we hadn't played Clue for years and were considering giving it away when J got this little smirk on her face and chuckled to Herself.

"What?" i asked, having no idea what was to come.

"I just had a thought...it could be fun to make a Domme-sub version of Clue. You know, with different 'weapons' and characters and all that."

i laughed, and then the imagination immediately started whirring. J's was already in high gear from the look on Her face. Obviously, the 'weapons' were the place to start, in the original game there was the candlestick, rope, revolver, lead pipe, wrench and knife. While some of those might make for useful Domme tools, we figured we had six replacements at the ready.

It didn't take long to settle on the flogger, paddle, nipple clamps, vibrating butt plug and gates of hell (as a mild cbt device...something more sinister is our next "to buy" item). We kept the rope for the sake of continuity...and because J is growing more and more fond of binding me up with rope. 

For the rooms, we figured the rooms of our house would work just fine, so we decided on the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, garage, basement, dining room, den/guest room and hallway.

We're still working on the characters, for now we just settled on the Domme, who obviously gets to use the weapons on Her own "Mr. Body," (me, though not in a murderous way). =-)  We started kicking around ideas for new characters but we've never really been all that into roleplay as far as pretending to be nurse-patient or teacher-student or something like that so we put that aside for the time being.  i can see how that could be fun, but it just hasn't really been a big fantasy for either of us.  Perhaps the magic of Clue will bring some of that out.  Come to think of it, J has mentioned cowboys a couple times recently, and i'm sure She'd love to hogtie one of those one day...maybe i should start looking for a hat.

We made some rudimentary cards and rather than try and set up the board or anything we just played a couple of hands for fun.  This was basically me drawing a weapon and room and then the two of us going there so J could do Her worst.  For example, J with the flogger in the kitchen was a good one, as was J with the rope in the hallway, J with the nipple clamps in the garage, J with the flogger in the bedroom (an oldie but a goodie), J with the paddle in the bathroom (palms down on the toilet! that was a new one...) and J with the butt plug in the kitchen.  You get the idea.

We are still kicking around more ideas (and any suggestions in comments are more than welcome!) but for now it's been kind of a fun way to spark some spontaneous play.  i do find myself wondering how i'll feel if and when we ever play standard old Clue with friends ever again...perhaps a "Miss Scarlett with the flogger in the conservatory" will accidentally slip out. Oh well, the perils of a femdom marriage i suppose...

I'll also say that we started digging through some other board games as well...it's been incredibly fun to think about some of the old classics in a new way, and i'll be sure to share some other discoveries in the future.=-)

In the meantime, any ideas, suggestions or thoughts are welcome in comments. Are there any games you have re-imagined? i'd love to hear any suggestions...

A Day Beneath Her

Last weekend we had our first free day together in a loooong time. And as has been Her custom, J found a good way to put it to use. While i have (of course!) still been providing J with Her nightly foot rubs, things have been kind of busy recently, and quality time together has been lacking. We have managed to have some lovely small moments here and there, usually first thing in the morning or late at night, but life has been a bit too busy these last couple weeks for much more. But last weekend we made up for some lost time. =-)

To begin I should mention that, as much as She wields great power over me, J is only about 5'3", while i am more like 6'2".  Though with the new emergence as a Domme She is also somehow able to seem like She is seven feet tall just through the tone of Her voice or a look in Her eye. She also never hesitates to get me down on my knees or on all fours as suits Her purposes.

For Saturday, though, She had something a little different in mind...

J was already up when i awoke, and as i sleepily stumbled into the living room She smiled, greeting me with a devilish "good morning, dear," and pointed to Her feet. She stretched languidly back on the couch wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts, and i immediately set to work massaging Her feet. She looked down at me with what has become a familiar wicked smile.

"Now slave, I want to try something out today. It will require diligence on your part, but I think you can handle it."

"Yes, my Lady," i smiled, eager to hear what was coming, my hands still massaging and caressing Her lovely feet.

"As you know, I enjoy seeing you down at my feet, and often like seeing you wriggling on the ground or crawling on all fours. I think I'd like to see more of that in fact. So for today, you are to keep yourself lower than me until I say otherwise. That means your eyes should always be lower than my eyes. Your arms lower than my arms. You whole body, in fact, always beneath me. Do you understand?"

i quickly responded "yes," wondering what was to come.

"Good. Now go and fetch your collar, and keep the toy bag out where we can easily get to it."

i stood up, and immediately realized it was a mistake. The harsh look from J was instant confirmation.

"You didn't last ten seconds! Get over here, and do it properly," J seethed.

i dropped to all fours and crawled, careful to keep my head low as i approached.

"Better. Now kneel, facing me." i did as ordered and almost immediately felt a SMACK across the cheek. J's slap stung, tears welling up on my face as She smacked me again across the other cheek.

"Now what did I say?"

"That i am supposed to stay below You today, my Lady," i replied, shaking a little.

"And what did you do?"

"i...i failed, my Lady."

"Yes you did. Now close those eyes and keep that face still."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four quick slaps and i could feel the heat on my cheeks, my eyes burning with tears of pain and shame.

"Will you listen now?" She demanded.

"Yes, my Lady" i breathed, eager to make amends and feeling incredibly submissive.

"Good. Now go fetch your collar. And bring the toy bag as well."

i crawled on all fours, J calling "head down!" as She does sometimes, an order to crawl with my nose as close to the floor as possible. i returned with the collar out and presented it to J, careful to keep my head low.

She held out the collar for me to kiss once, then slid it around my neck, clasping it shut. She then reached into the toy bag and pulled out one ankle cuff and a short length of rope. i stared confusedly as She slid the ankle cuff around Her own ankle, and then ordered me down by that foot.

"Now slave, we are going to start by having you worship the ground I walk on for a bit. Tie the rope to the ring on my ankle, and then to the ring in your collar. It should be short enough to keep your head lowered."

i complied with trembling fingers and J arose, looking down at me now bound to Her right foot.

"Good," She grinned. "Now let's take you for a walk. And you are to kiss the ground i walk on after each step, and not fall behind. Got it?"

"Yes, my Lady," i replied breathlessly.

J picked up our long thin-stringed flogger and set off. At first it was difficult to keep up with Her, especially as i was planting a tender kiss on each place where Her lovely foot had just trod. A little experimenting with the pace however, and more than a few stinging lashes with the flogger on my back and ass, got me in step.

J seemed delighted as She dragged me around the house, across the carpet, the merciless tile of the kitchen and bathroom, and up and down the stairs more than a few times. i was gasping and straining after a short while, my knees burning and body tensed, my mind focused on nothing but worshiping the small piece of floor in front of me that J had just stepped on.

After a time J returned to the couch and ordered me to untie the rope connecting my neck to Her ankle. She then had me crawl over and fetch Her a drink, then kneel beside Her holding it as a kind of human end table as She surfed the internet for a while.

Then She brought me back to the bedroom, where She had me lay down. She crawled on top of me, holding a set of nipple clamps and Her pink vibrator. J clamped me tightly, tugging the chain to make sure my nipples were firmly attached (they were) and then slid Her sex up and down my yearning cock, teasing me as She allowed me to enter Her. She sat back grinning.

"Happy, slave?" She asked, yanking the chain and bringing an audible yelp out of me.

"Yes, my Lady. i love to be beneath You," i breathed.

She smiled. "I know you do. And I love to see you there. But you won't be cumming yet. Just me," She smiled again, grabbed the nipple clamp chain like a set of horse reins and began using Her vibe. Gazing up at Her as She closed Her eye in pleasure, the shiny steel chain entwined in Her fingers as She delivered pain while She was pleasured, was exquisite. It did not take long for Her to begin bucking Her hips, and She screamed as the first orgasm came.

As She caught Her breath J continued to twirl and tug and yank the chain, delighting in my squirming. My yelps of pain, wide eyes and sharp breathing seemed to arouse Her even more, as two more orgasms soon followed before J deemed Herself satiated. As She crawled off me She gave the chain one more tug before removing the clamps.

"Mmmmmm...that was lovely. Now let's see...should we let you cum now?" J asked.

"Only if You wish, my Lady. i am Yours...Your slave. Your property," i breathed, my mind swimming deeeeep in subspace.

"Mmmmm...good answer, slave," J smiled. "I think not yet."

For the rest of the morning and early afternoon i remained always beneath J, which meant lots of kneeling, crawling and supplication. It also meant that when i was tasked to prepare lunch i was forced to make sandwiches on the floor, reaching up from my knees for what i needed. J took delight in watching me struggle, and i was able to keep the sandwiches off the floor, and the floor off the sandwiches, which seemed to make Her happy.

Eventually we needed to head out for some later afternoon errands. Before releasing me, J took my face in Her hands and kissed me softly, saying that She was very pleased with how well i had done at staying beneath Her, reminding me that it is where i truly belong, and assuring me that that day would not be the last time we played that game. i was not allowed release, but the rush of being put into such a submissive position was truly amazing.  Can't wait for next time...=-) 

This Morning...

...J woke me up with a quick shove. She was still lying beside me in bed.

"You'll find your collar down by my feet, slave. Go down, kiss each foot three times, and then bring it to me."

i was awake at once, and getting hard by the time i crawled down to the foot of the bed. i did as ordered, placing a sweet kiss on each beautiful, silken foot.

As the collar slid in place and J secured it around my neck i felt that familiar feeling of devotion, submission and deep love wash over me. That feeling of the collar sliding around my neck and closing tight, J peering down at me with a twinkle in Her eye and wicked grin on Her face, is one of my favorite things in the world.

"Now slave...you will go make me two eggs with toast, a bowl of that pineapple in the fridge and a cup of coffee. You have 15 minutes to do it all, bring it to me on a tray here in bed, and commence rubbing my feet as I eat. Any later and there will be consequences."

i hustled into the kitchen, scrambling to get everything done and back in time. i had to grind the coffee and made a mess, which needed to be cleaned and cost precious time. As i stared at the toaster while flipping the eggs i began to sweat with anxiety, fearing i wouldn't make it.

Upon returning to the bedroom my fears turned out to be accurate.

"18 minutes, slave. Poor form, dear," J said, Her voice dripping with disappointment. "Hand me my breakfast and get down there to my feet...but know that there will be consequences."

i crawled down, focusing on Her feet as She ate. Twice when J spilled some breakfast She ordered me to lick it up with my tongue, once some egg and once some fruit. After She was done i was also ordered to clean the bed sheets of all toast crumbs with my tongue. It was agonizingly slow but after my earlier failure i was sure to be extra thorough and actually met with J's approval.

"Now...you were three minutes late. What's your excuse?"

"i...i am very sorry my Lady. There is no excuse for such failure, and i submit myself for Your punishment."

"Good answer. Now let's see...well, we will be drawing one card each from the Punishment Box for each minute. But seeing as I have to go to work soon, we'll save those for later. For now, go and stand against the wall, eyes closed, hands above your head pressed against the wall and feet apart."

i did as commanded, and then shuddered as i felt J wrap one of Her scarves around my head again and again, covering my eyes tight and wrapping around my ears to dampen the sound.

"Now you will stay like that while I shower, and await your punishment."

"Yes, my Lady," i whispered.

J showered and dressed in the bedroom as i stood, shivering from the cold and trembling with fear and anticipation. She then slid Her hand across my back and brought Her mouth close to my ear.

"Now you will stay like that until I release you, isn't that right, slave?"

"Yes, my Lady" i whispered.

"No matter what?"

"Yes, my Lady. No matter what."

"Good. Now I am going to work. You are to stay until released. Got it?" J laughed as She said this and watched me gasp and tremble more vigorously.

"i...yes, My lady" i whispered, my mind whirring.  How long was i going to be kept imprisoned here? My arms were already aching and legs shaking. Would it be all day? All morning?

i heard J walk out the front door and close it tightly, then heard the car start up and drive away. Apparently this was serious...and my mind began to whir in panic as i heard the car drive away.

i stood there for what felt like forever, in the dark and alone, under the complete power of my Lady. i was shaking and aching but did not dare move. Even though i was not bound in any way, my submissive mind so strong that it was as good as being chained to the wall.

Finally i heard the door open again, after what felt like an eternity (but was probably more like half an hour). J entered the bedroom and immediately slid Her nails down my naked back, scratching marks down me to further mark me as Hers.

"Hmmmm...doesn't look like You moved slave," J whispered.

"No, my Lady."

"Good...though I bet you will now."

With no further warning i felt an incredibly sharp sting on my ass, then another one and another. i screamed as the new sensation cascaded down...this was not something J had ever used on me before, and it hurt! We have pretty much used paddles and floggers, and this was more like how i imagine a switch or a cane might feel. VERY stingy, without the harder thud of a paddle. It was agonizing.

"Now count for me, dear...you will be receiving 10 strokes for each minute you were late."

"Yes, my Lady. Thank You, my Lady," i breathed.

The strokes came fast and furious, sometime swinging hard, sometimes a little softer. J worked me over, moving from my ass to the backs of my thighs and up and down. By the end i was screaming out each number through gritted teeth and rapid breath, sweat pouring down me under the incredible sting.

After thirty i sagged, my arms sliding down the wall. J immediately barked out a "tsk, tsk, tsk...that won't do," and gave me 10 more.  i was shaking and on fire by the time She was done.

J slid the scarf off my face, pinching my burning ass mercilessly as She removed the blindfold. She spun me around and ordered me to my knees, where i knelt and kissed each foot three times to thank Her, as i always do after a punishment.

J was holding an end of tree branch She had found the other day, the perfect size and shape for her to use on me. She had a wicked grin as She asked, "like my new toy?"

"yes, my Lady," i answered, my eyes wide as She stood over me.

"Good. Because this is not the last you'll see of it," She grinned. "Now on to the punishment box...we'll have to get to these later since we're busy the next couple days, which is why I wanted to give you a reminder of your failings this morning. But I think the anticipation will only add to the other punishments, wouldn't you agree?"

J laughed out loud at the look on my face, then caressed my cheek gently before giving it a quick slap and ordering me to fetch the box.

She was sitting down when i got back and i knelt before Her and handed Her the box. She drew three and handed them to me, ordering me to read them aloud.

"Rice" was the first one - a painful session kneeling on rice on the hard kitchen floor, then the tedious task of picking them up one at a time.

"Lines" was the second one - we use the Fond of Writing software, which allows J to set the number of lines and all kinds of devious little distraction boxes, backwards writing and other ways to trip me up.

"Mushrooms" was the third one - i have written about that one before...ugh.

All in all quite a way to start the week. i am still sore and marked after this morning, and still have lots of punishments to come. It's all more than worth it, however, for the chance to serve and be the slave of such a wonderful, beautiful Wife. The way She just decided to exert Her authority for no particular reason this morning is just the latest sign of how far She has come in embracing Her new role as Domme, and how lucky i am to be Hers...forever.

Playing Lady Grey's Amazing "Reconsider" Game

One of my favorite femdom blogs is Lady Grey's Woman in Control.  She may not write as often as some other bloggers, but when She does it is always interesting, sometimes thought-provoking, sometimes funny, often both and usually hot as all hell. =-)  She's a great writer with a deliciously wicked mind, and if you haven't been to Her blog you should go read it.  Like, right now.

In one of her recent posts Lady Grey described a new game She had invented with Her sub called "RECONSIDER."  The upshot of the game is that Lady Grey assigned Her slave Karl with the difficult and tedious task of picking up every last fallen Christmas tree needle by hand, and then after he had said he was done She had asked him if he was sure he was done, or if he would like to "reconsider" his answer.   Considering the huge number of needles that fall off a tree, and all the nooks and crannies where they could end up, Lady Grey's slave was understandably hesitant, especially after She made it clear that there would be serious punishment should She find even one needle someplace.  There were also repercussions when he decided to "reconsider" his answer.  The beauty of the game is that it not only makes a slave focus on the task assigned by his Mistress, it forces him into a deliciously no-win situation where he is choosing his own potential punishment. 

It's a wonderful post, and a wonderful game that Lady Grey invented.  As a sub husband i know that sometimes i may think i have completed a task, but my standards often fall far short of those of my Lady.  In the past J would deal with this by sometimes punishing me, and sometimes just rolling Her (gorgeous) eyes at my shortcomings.  Having this new game introduced into our lives has provided J with a fun new mechanism to improve my service immensely.

i recently introduced J to the concept behind Lady Grey's "Reconsider" game, and She immediately liked the idea and saw how it could make me a better slave.  J prefers what She calls the "Are you sure?" game, where i complete a task assigned by Her and She then judges my proficiency.  The rush of kneeling before Her and stating i have completed my task and then having J cock an eyebrow, look down on me with a smirk and ask "Are you sure?" is incredible...

The game has already helped make me a better sub husband.  For one example, i have always struggled with doing the dishes, and the "Are you sure?" game has been a tremendous help.  We don't have a dishwasher and, try as i might i am simply not very good at washing dishes, and often miss parts of a pan or bowl or do a subpar job in J's eyes of making sure a plate or fork is fully cleaned.  For a time J did not allow me to wash dishes, feeling that even if i tried to wash them She would just have to do it all over again anyway.  But thanks to the "Are you sure?" game i am getting better.

The other day J texted me with an order to make sure all the dishes in the house were done by the time She got home.  i rushed home, beating her by 45 minutes and dove into the pile of dishes in the sink and 2 dirty pans on the stove.  When J arrived home i greeted Her with a kiss, then knelt down in the kitchen before the sink so She could inspect my work.

"Now slave, did you wash all of these dishes?" J asked

"Yes, my Lady." 

"Even the greasy pan and dirty cookie sheet? And the bowl with the caked on frosting?"

"Yes, my Lady."  i knelt, trembling before Her as She looked at the dishes in the drying rack.

"And they are all clean?" She asked, a smile in Her voice.

"i..um, yes, my Lady.  i think so."

"You think so?!?  Well...let me put it this way: Are you sure?"

i trembled as i knelt before Her.  The words held such meaning, and i immediately felt as if i was not sure.  But plunging ahead foolishly i answered, "yes My Lady."

J inspected every dish, turning it in the light and rubbing Her lovely fingers across each one.  It didn't take long before She found a spot of leftover something in one of the pans.

Grabbing my hair and shoving the pan in my face, J looked down at me.  'Then what. is. this?!?" She hissed ominously.

"i...i..i'm so sorry, my Lady."

"Sorry?  But you said you were sure, slave.  You know what this means, don't you?"

"i...i, yes, my Lady,  i am very sorry my Lady."

You see, our new rule is that when i explicitly say i am sure and then still fail, i have to immediately draw from the punishment box and then J decides how best to proceed.  For my failing with the dishes i drew the SHOWER card, meaning i had to march in to the bathroom and take a dreaded cold shower, with J watching and laughing all the time.  We have a 20-sided dice we roll with the SHOWER card and thankfully it came up 9, meaning i had just a 9 minute cold shower.  J loves to watch me yelp and scamper under the cold water, yet as much as i may like to amuse Her the SHOWER card is one of my least favorite punishments, especially in the winter.  Brrrrrr!

After my punishment was done J let me get into my robe and kneel before Her, where i kissed Her feet and as always thanked Her for taking the time to punish me.  Then She dragged me back into the kitchen, ordered me to take off my robe, cuffed my wrists and clamped my nipples and pointed to the sink.

"You failed me today, didn't you?" J asked.

"Yes, my Lady.  i am so sorry, my Lady," i whispered.

"Well...so you start to learn you will re-wash every dish in this drying rack, and you will do it cuffed and clamped.  And you better do a better job this time, or you'll be drawing from the box again."

i immediately set to work, scrubbing each dish and holding it into the light to make sure it was clean.  i was shaking with dread, realizing that i would never be sure if i was meeting J's standards until She came to check at the end, and wondering if i would be punished again and have to do all the dishes over and over.  

After some (trust me) thorough scrubbing and lots of close examination of each dish, i called to J that i was finished.  She came down the stairs slowly and walked into the kitchen, caressing my hair as i knelt before the sink.

"So you've done them all again, slave?" J looked down with an amused smirk.

"Yes, my Lady."

"And are they actually clean this time, slave?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Are you sure?"

The words are now filled with so much meaning for us that i couldn't help but tremble as She spoke them.  But i was as sure as i was going to be, so i breathed out a yes through quivering lips.

"Hmmmm...well, let's see."  J inspected every dish as i knelt before the sink, my every nerve and sense attuned to Her as She looked at my handiwork.  i am not sure i have ever been more focused on trying to pick up clues from the body language of a person as i was that evening staring at J, and among other things it helped me realize that i should always try to be that attuned to J's needs, whims and desires.

"Hmmm, well I suppose you have done well," J said leisurely.  "Well done, slave.  we'll make a dishwasher out of you yet!"

"i...thank You my Lady."

"Now let's see if we can get that same kind of focus to my feet."  J led me to the living room, where i knelt before Her on the couch and set to Her nightly foot massage.  

We have used the "Are you sure?" question a few times in the last month, and i have really come to appreciate how it helps me realize that all that i do must be up to J's standards, not mine, and that i should be fully focused and attuned to Her needs and Her desires as much as possible.  

It's an important new tool for J in our growing FLR marriage, and i can recommend developing a similar kind of "Reconsider" game for any FLR.  It has helped me become a better servant to J, and helped Her fully realize that it is Her standards that matter in our new relationship paradigm, and if things do not meet Her standards that there are ways of correcting that.

For that, and for all the other wonderful posts, i am eternally grateful to Lady Grey.  And really, go and read Her blog - it's on my blog roll to the right and you won't regret it. =-)

Drawing From The Punishment Box: Mushrooms

One of the things it took us a while to figure out was punishment--as i am generally a little pain sub the sting of my Lady's flogger or a tug on my nipple clamps proved in many ways ineffective punishments, especially as J was sometimes nervous about "pushing things too far" and hurting me...Such a thoughtful Lady to worry so about Her slave. =-) 

Yet we still needed a way to correct substandard service, backtalking, missed tasks or general poor behavior.  As J grew in Her role as a Domme She also grew in Her desire to inflict punishment, which at first was something She was more nervous and unsure about, but is now something She has fully embraced.  At times i wonder at how i am getting much more than i ever bargained for, and how lucky i am. =-) 

After a brainstorming session a while back we came up with a series of punishments that She felt comfortable using, and that were truly punishments for me and not things i would crave or would cause intentional bad behavior because i was seeking a "punishment" that was anything but.

Some of the punishments are related to tedium, things like loooooong stretches isolated in a closet or dark room, or writing lines based on whatever my failing had been (with special thanks to the Fond of Writing software).  Others are activities i find really unpleasant, including kneeling on rice, or being placed in an uncomfortable standing or kneeling position while holding a poker chip (or if i have been really poor, a penny or smaller item) against the wall with my nose or fingers, or both.

We have also recently started playing around with post-orgasm torture, where J teases and tickles my cock mercilessly right after i have been allowed a release.  This is almost unbearable... Yet another is basic, but dreaded: a cold shower, while J gleefully watches me as i gasp and wriggle and ultimately scream as the frigid water pours down.  That one is doubly dreaded in the winter...=-)

Each punishment is written on a card and dropped in a box, and whenever i need punishing and J does not feel like having to decide what to do, we draw randomly from the box.  One thing about drawing punishments is that i have to read it aloud, my voice often catching in my throat as i say the words.  We had one drawing the other night, after i had failed to perform J's nightly foot rub the day before - i was out late that night and by the time i got home She was asleep so i missed my daily duty to worship Her feet.  No matter the circumstances (aside from when we travel apart) this is unacceptable and is ALWAYS cause for a punishment.

J sat on the bed as i brought the punishment box out, placing it on the floor and kneeling before it.

"Well...what are you waiting for, dear? Draw." 

i reached into the box and pulled out a card.  Flipping it over revealed the word MUSHROOMS.  i read it aloud and then involuntarily groaned.  J silenced me with a look.

"What was that?" She demanded.  i lowered my eyes and said "sorry, sorry, sorry" repeatedly, then knelt down and kissed each of Her feet, expressing my deep gratitude to J for taking the time and care to punish me.

"Hmmmm....well, the foot kissing is nice, but that's expected.  The groan, however, is UNACCEPTABLE.  We will be drawing from the box again tomorrow as punishment for that, do you understand?"

"Yes, my Lady," i whispered, my mind and soul diving deep into subspace, my regret real and genuine as i murmured a heartfelt "Thank You, my Lady."

"All right then, well...let's get started.  First, why are we punishing you?"  i replied it was because of my inexcusable failure and selfishness in staying out too late and failing to serve Her feet the other night.  "Good.  Now crawl into the kitchen and fetch the can, slave."

i crawled into the kitchen, dread rising in my stomach as i opened the can of generic mushrooms and a fork and returned to my Lady's feet.  She was sitting up on the edge of the bed, smiling.

"Good boy...now kneel before me, close your eyes and open wide!" J laughed.  i did as ordered, and almost as soon as my mouth was open the first forkful of slimy, foul mushrooms slid into my mouth.

You see, i HATE mushrooms.  Always have, always will.  i don't care if they are fresh or dried, portabello or other fancy variety, cooked, raw or whatever.  i find them disgusting, and in the past i would often gag at the merest taste of a single foul fungus that had ended up on a pizza slice or hidden in a salad.  But as i am not allergic to mushrooms or anything, J had the devilish idea of using them as a punishment, and after a few different samples we settled on canned generic mushrooms as the best (or worst!) variety for punishing me.

i swallowed the nasty forkful, murmuring a "thank You my Lady" and eagerly opening my mouth for more.  One of J's rules is that not only am i not allowed to gag or even make a foul face, i am expected to eagerly open my mouth ("like a baby bird" as J put it) for more.  Any failure to do so results in at minimum a swift face slap, more mushrooms to eat, and sometimes something worse.

J shoved a few more forkfuls of awful mushrooms into my mouth, and while every part of me wanted to gag and spit them out i swallowed each one as quickly as i could and eagerly opened my mouth for more.  J then slid a forkful near my mouth and whispered "Hold..." before sliding it between my lips.  This meant i had to hold the mouthful on my tongue, the juices and slippery mushrooms sliding around as they touched every corner of my taste buds, tongue, teeth and lips.

"Open your eyes, dear," J whispered.  As i opened i gazed up at Her, the look in Her eyes so glorious and powerful as She looked down at me.  She was clearly enjoying Herself, a wry smile on Her face as She watched me suffer.

"Are those good, slave?"  i nodded my head, which is expected.  "Do you want more?"  i nodded again, and J's smiled broadened.  "Well, you better swallow, then."

More forkfuls slid in, each worse than the last, but each time i kept myself under control and eagerly asked for more.  J then had me tip my head back a bit and poured some of the juice from the can into my mouth, ordering me again to hold it there.

"Good...now swish it around, slave.  It's your punishment mouthwash, and i want every inch of your mouth to taste it."  This was my least favorite, the awful liquid sloshing around as i fought to keep from gagging.  J had me hold it in my mouth for a while for what seemed like forever, even leaving for a time to brush Her teeth and get Herself ready for bed.

"Goooood job, slave" She sang as She returned.  "OK, you can swallow that now."  i choked down the liquid, licked my lips and looked up at Her.  "I think that's enough for tonight, don't you?" J smiled.  The only correct answer (as i learned painfully) to that question is "Only if You think so, my Lady."  J nodded Her head that it was, and the relief washed over me as i put the remnants away and crawled back to Her. 

As always after a punishment, i knelt and kissed each of Her feet three times, whispering "Thank You for punishing me, my Lady" each time.  i then crawled in beside Her, the terrible taste still in my mouth but my devotion to Her as high as ever.

"Now, we don't want to follow that up with a reward for you, dear...but that doesn't mean I don't get one, isn't that right?"  i quickly agreed, and spent the next hour attending to Her desires, caressing Her body and teasing Her sex with my fingers before eventually bringing Her to two orgasms with Her favorite vibe.  She wriggled and moaned and screamed while my cock throbbed helplessly, untouched and with no chance of release.

"Mmmmmm...good job, dear," J whispered, clearly pleased as She rolled over.  "Good night....and be ready to draw from the box in the morning."  i snuggled into Her and eventually drifted off to sleep, mind reeling and heart soaring as i basked in the glow of truly being Hers.

Exquisite Denial

Last night J and i were in bed, snuggling against the cold, when She began to slide Her fingers along my arm and bare chest, a clear sign She was interested in, um, more than snuggling.  i of course quickly responded, a low moan escaping my lips as i rolled over towards Her, our legs intertwining as we locked lips in a deep kiss.  my tongue began to explore Her neck, something J loves, and i slid Her sleep shirt off and began to worship Her amazing breasts.  As my tongue flicked and nibbled Her growing nipples, J arched Her back, closing Her eyes and spreading Her legs a bit, inviting me between them.  i slid in between Her gorgeous thighs, my cock sliding on Her pussy as we both began rocking our hips in rhythm, kissing each other passionately.

"I want you inside me.  Now."  J whispered.  i was, of course, more than eager to comply.  While we are exploring a Female-led relationship and J has definitely been taking more control in the bedroom (and everywhere else!), She does still enjoy sex in all its forms, including the more traditional me-on-top position of old.  i slowly slid my cock inside of Her, moaning with pleasure as i entered.  We kissed deeply as our hips rocked in unison, slow moans of pleasure escaping both our lips.  i was, as i always am when with J in this way, in heaven.  But i was not prepared for what happened next.

"Stop."  J whispered in my ear, a smile on Her face as my astonished eyes looked into Hers.  i stopped, with some difficulty, and gazed at Her.  She grinned and caressed my face in Her hand, then gave me a quick smack with Her palm on my cheek.

"Now...how are you doing, dear?" J smiled again.  i was barely able to form coherent words, and simply garbled at Her.  "That good, huh?  Well..."  J grabbed each of my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gave a sharp twist, immediately sending waves of sharp pain and driving me into subspace.  "Let's try something different, dear...go and fetch me a glass of wine.  And while you're at it, bring your cuffs and my toy."

i hesitated, still inside Her, my brain slow to process this information i guess.  "Did I stutter?" came J's swift reply.  "No, my Lady," i answered.  "Then Go!"

The yearning to stay inside Her was so strong, but i slid myself off of J and set about the task She had set.  Upon my return She was sitting up with the pillows against the headboard.  i handed Her a glass of wine and knelt at the side of the bed waiting.  After She took a few sips J placed the glass down and ordered me up on the bed.

"Turn around and give me those hands," She ordered.  i complied and felt our fur-lined leather cuffs slide around each of my wrists, then locking together to bind my arms behind me.  "There...now that should keep you out of trouble," J laughed.  She had me turn around to face Her and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, then grabbed my hair lovingly and guided my head down between Her legs.

i immediately and enthusiastically set to work, my tongue exploring Her, flicking along each inner thigh before setting to work on Her now dripping sex.  J's moans and gasps told me that i was doing well, and i could hear Her enjoy a few more sips of wine as i attended to Her pussy.  At the risk of sounding egotistical, i believe that i have become pretty good at serving J orally, and am proud of my improvement in this intimate way of bringing Her to orgasm.

As my tongue moved faster and faster J's hips began to buck and Her low moans started to become louder.  She grabbed my hair as i worked ever harder, and screamed as i brought Her to orgasm, Her lovely thighs squeezing each side of my head tightly and back arched as She came.  The moment after bringing J to orgasm orally like this is one of my favorite sub moments, especially on nights like this where it feels like She really enjoyed it, when her thighs almost crush my head completely.

She laid back, breathing hard and smiling.  "Well done, slave...very well done."  The best words to hear from Your lady, am i right?

i lay there between Her legs as J relaxed and had another sip of wine, then was ordered onto my back next to Her.  J ran Her fingers along my bare chest, teasing each nipple, my body so attuned to Her touch that every second was exquisite.  She then grabbed my cock and began stroking it gently.

"Hmmmm....seems like we could put this to use," She murmured.

J then climbed on top of me, sliding Her now dripping sex up and down my body and over my throbbing cock.  The feeling was almost indescribable as She then sat up and slid Herself down on to me, gasping as i entered Her once again.

"Now let's see...keep still and do NOT cum.  Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, my Lady," i breathed hoarsely.

"Good."

J then reached for Her "toy," a small pink vibrator with three speed settings.  She turned it to the lowest setting and began sliding it over Her pussy, moaning as Her already sensitive sex began to immediately respond.  As She slid up and down on me, increasing the speed of Her vibe, it was incredibly difficult not to cum (and just as hard not to start bucking my hips like a wild animal), but i was able to persevere.

"Do you see, slave? You are nothing more than another one of my sex toys, here for my pleasure," J said wickedly.  "Let me hear you say it."

i repeated it back to Her, a quiver in my voice and my breath coming in short gasps.  J smiled and laughed softly and had me say it two more times.

J came soon afterwards, wonderfully expressive as i gazed up at the incredible woman sitttng above me, using me for Her enjoyment.  She then slowly slid Herself off of me and snuggled in next to me, smiling as She put Her head on my chest, Her hair spilling out over my quivering body.

"Well done, slave.  I am proud of you, and your control is getting  MUCH better," She whispered.  i whimpered and moaned in return, my hips bucking of their own accord as i yearned for release.

"Awwww...you need some help, there?"  "Hmmmm..."

J began sliding Her hands over my cock, stroking slowly at first, then with more speed.  She mocked my whimpering, repeating it back to me and smiling.  As my eyes widened (one sign that i was getting to the edge) She gazed at me and simply said "no, no no, dear...not tonight," and then removed Her hands from my cock, sliding over to Her side of the bed and picking up Her wine glass.

"Not tonight, dear.  I think I'll watch you writhe for a bit, and then we are going to sleep."

"Ye...yes, my Lady," I breathed.  With my hands still bound behind me i was in agony, yearning for release.  i twitched and writhed on the bed, whimpering as i realized there was no release to come tonight.  J, for Her part, seemed to really enjoy the "show," giggling as i struggled.  She would reach over and just brush Her hand across my leg or arm or chest or cock, and it was like a jolt of electricity.  i jumped every time She touched me, and She enjoyed that VERY much, smiling and laughing each time.

Eventually (after what seemed like forever!) i began to calm a little.  J had me roll over so She could remove my cuffs, my shoulders now aching from the bondage and activity.  She gazed deep into my eyes, then kissed me one last time, and with a simple "Now NO touching yourself tonight," rolled over to go to sleep.  i cuddled in next to Her, wrapping my arm around Her beautiful body.  While i did not go to sleep for quite some time (i wonder why...?), the feeling was better than any dream.

A Fun Evening

Last night we played a new kind of game, one of the best we ever have.  As J has grown more and more in Her comfort level as the dominant one in our marriage, Her wicked imagination has been more and more unleashed. Last night was a great example...

We were enjoying a quiet evening at home, watching a movie and generally basking in each other's company. As is required every night, i was down at Her feet, rubbing lotion and massaging Her beautiful soles, my attention fixed on Her needs. J was deeply enjoying Her massage, but felt like She needed to keep my focus where it belonged.  She ordered me to fetch the clover nipple clamps, which She attached to each nipple roughly, tying a short length of rope so She could tug away to Her heart's content. Which She did often, sometimes if She felt like i was wavering, and sometimes just because my gasps and moans amuse Her.

Then J decided She wanted to try something new. She told me to finish up her foot massage and then had me crawl along the couch until i was kneeling at Her side. She then ordered me to sit on the floor, my legs out in front of me and ass down on the carpet. J grabbed the chain on my clamps (my nipples were throbbing at this point!) and pulled it out tight from me and down towards my waist. She took a piece of string and tied it to the middle of the clamps, then looped it around my big toe and tied it taut.

"Stand up, dear," She whispered.

As i stood i realized that the string (oh, wicked string!) meant that i could barely stand at all, and could only stand bent over at the waist. Any attempt to straighten up meant a sharp tug on the chain, thus digging the clover clamps in even tighter. There was also a sharp tug on my toe, which was not a comfortable feeling either. i stood, helplessly bent over, my cheeks reddening and breath quickening at this new peril.

J laughed to herself, tugging the chain and string to make sure everything was secure. "Excellent," She breathed, a smile crossing Her face. "I like seeing you bent over like this, where you belong, respectful to me and helpless in my power."

"Yes, my Lady," i whispered, my cock hard and heart racing.

"Now let's take you out for a spin, dear. Go and fetch me the paddle and short flogger. To start."

i walked into our bedroom and fetched both, walking with an awkward gait to minimize the pressure on the clamps. Any wrong step brought a sharp reminder of my predicament, but i was able to return to the living room reasonably swiftly.

"Kind of slow, but it is de-light-ful to see you so helpless!  Now lets test your control of your own body. Turn around and take two steps away from me," J ordered in a commanding voice. i am amazed at how much more confident She sounds, a huge change over the last few months. It also sounds like there is real joy and delight in Her voice when She has me like this, which i am so happy for.

i turned and before i could even prepare...SMACK. J had brought Her small leather paddle down on my exposed ass. i gasped at the sting, but what i was not ready for was my body's instinctive reaction to rear up and try to straighten. This brought a STRONG yank on the nipple clamps, and i gasped and groaned as they burned.  The string held fast and the pain was palpable. i knew what was coming next.

"You see, slave? You need to learn to keep still, and keep quiet. And I think this will help," She said wickedly.

As J rained down blows with the paddle i fought (and often lost) to keep still. Each smack made my ass burn, and each time i faltered and rose up, a second burn in my nipples made Her message clear. Tears began streaming down my face and my breath came out in harsh, labored bursts.

J then ordered me to step one more step away. The whoosh in the air was my only warning as Her leather flogger came down across my ass and the back of my legs. This new pain, stingier and sharper then the paddle, caused me to revert right back, yanking my torso upwards and being held down by the clamps on my nipples. i faltered, almost stumbled, but stayed up.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk, dear. You were doing better, but apparently you need much more practice," J barked out, Her voice sterner than ever. "Practice" started right then, as She worked my ass and legs for what seemed like forever, each blow coming at a different angle and force, the constant changing making it hard to keep still. Again and again i yelped and whimpered as the pain in my ass and nipples traded places. i began to find myself, though, and was amazed at how i did improve, if not nearly enough.

"Hmmmm...well, you are getting better, but we clearly have much more work to do. But that's probably enough for tonight."

"Thank You, my Lady," i whispered hoarsely, my face wet with sweat and cock dripping.

"Now two more things before I release you. First, get down there and lick up the mess you made." i crawled on the floor and licked up the small puddle my engorged cock had made, eagerly lapping away to make sure i got it all.

"Good. Now go and get me some ice cream, bring me that small pint of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer and I will let you go. Maybe."

i hobbled over to the kitchen and opened the freezer. The ice cream in question was way in the back of the top shelf, and i realized i would not be able to reach it. "What's taking so long?" came the question from the couch. i realized then that this was a setup, that J knew the ice cream would be hard to reach. But there was a way...i lifted my bound toe off the ground, and standing awkwardly on one leg was able to get enough slack to reach into the fridge and get the ice cream. i was panting as i returned to my now seemingly normal bent over position. Turning to go back to the living room i saw J in the doorway, smiling.

"Good work, dear. That was fun to watch, and I commend you on your obedience and creativity. Now come here."

i wobbled over to J, who promptly grabbed each clamp and removed it. i gasped and moaned as the blood rushed back to my nipples. J took my chin in her hand and lifted my head to look into my eyes. She grabbed each nipple and twisted roughly, and as i gasped and twitched She said simply, "What do you say, dear?"

i marveled at Her and whispered a deeply heartfelt "Thank You, my Lady." She released my nipples and i immediately dropped to my knees and bent over and kissed each of Her feet, whispering "Thank You, thank you, thank you," as i kissed each one three times.

With that J smiled and led me into the living room for another movie. She pulled me close and stroked my hair, and i felt rapturously happy.

Nightly Foot Rubs

One of the best ideas we had for deepening our Female-led marriage was to institute a rule where J receives at least one foot massage from me every day. The length and details of the foot massage varies and is (of course!) up to Her, but even if it is only a few minutes it is required that i worship Her feet at least once daily.

This has been wonderful for many reasons. For one thing it definitely helped J feel more comfortable as She discovered Her more dominant side, especially early on. The idea of a daily expectation really helped create the space for Her to feel more and more comfortable *telling* me what to do, as opposed to *asking* for a favor. i think for many submissive men that distinction between asking and telling is HUGE, it helps drive us into sub space and make more explicit the clear power She is taking over us, which at least for me was definitely something i craved.

i still remember the thrill when J started to be more and more demanding around Her nightly foot rub. Once we were actually in bed kissing and sliding our hands over each other, clearly involved in foreplay, when J grabbed me by the hair, stared right into my eyes and said, "Didn't you forget something today, dear?"  i gulped and swallowed a meek reply, and She simply said, "Get down there!" and sent me away to massage Her feet. i rubbed lotion into every inch and massaged Her feet for a good hour before She told me to finish up. Once i was done i leaned in for a kiss, which She obliged, but then simply said "that's all you're going to get tonight...maybe that will help you to remember."  my mind swirled and reeled, and honestly i didn't sleep all that well that night, but it felt like a milestone and it was absolutely thrilling to see J feel that kind of control, and so clearly enjoy it.

Other nights were more subtle, but just as wonderful. Just the simple moving away from "Will you rub my feet?" to things like "Go get that new lotion, tonight you'll be busy for a while, dear" or "Come here, you know what to do, so get busy" to (a favorite) the times She will simply get my attention and then slide one bare foot out from under a blanket and point to it with a commanding look on Her face. All of it makes me reel with delight.

This has also been wonderful because i adore J's feet. They are very small (she is a small woman in general) with adorable toes, a lovely arch and beautiful skin. Our nightly foot rubs are also lovely in that i know how much J enjoys them, Her whole body relaxing, eyes closing and soft murmurs of contentment and approval escaping Her lips. In fact, i used to massage J's feet from time to time well before we even considered something like a Female-led relationship (or honestly even were aware that such a thing existed...) just because it made Her happy. Those foot rubs were some of my own first awakenings to my submissive desires, which has led down the amazing road we are on now.

Along with that, there is such intimacy in a foot rub, which is all the more important in a world where we spend more and more time plugged into electronics. There have been many nights where we have each been working on computers or in different rooms or somehow otherwise separated, and where the nightly ritual of a foot massage has brought together. Some of our best conversations happen when J is stretched out on the couch and i am kneeling at Her feet, sliding my thumb along Her arch or gently caressing Her ankle as i massage between each toe.

i cannot recommend enough establishing nightly rituals like that one. We have instituted some others as well that i will talk about in later posts, but the foot massages were really the key for J to unlock the dominant desires within Her, and come to embrace and enjoy Her newfound role and all the benefits and fun She could get from Her new pet/slave/adorer.

It has also been a big help in another part of our FLR that was tricky at first: punishment. J was not really all that comfortable at first with the idea of punishment, but She recognized the importance of it (no sense having rules if there's no motivation, right?) and was game to try. We progressed fitfully with punishment until the nightly foot rubs. Having that daily expectation helped J to embrace the whole idea of expectations and that it was really about Her enjoyment and Her needs, which in turn helped Her to come to understand better and ultimately enjoy punishing me for misdeeds. Missing a foot rub, no matter the reason, is absolutely a punishable offense, and J has really come to be a creative, strict yet loving giver of proper punishments. More to come on that later as well...=-)

So guys, get down there and rub Her feet often and whenever She wishes. There is not a Woman in the world who doesn't enjoy a foot rub, and if you're wired submissively like i am there are few places better than at the feet of your Wife or Girlfriend. And who knows, it might lead to a whole world of new, and amazing, possibilities...

The Joy of Clamps

We have a number of toys here in the house, having slowly added bits and pieces here and there in the last couple of years. But among the flogger, plugs, collars, cuffs and everything else, by far J's favorite tool to use on me is nipple clamps. We have two sets of nipple clamps, each with their uses:

First we have a set of tiny, strong clamps that pinch down tight on a very small surface area of the body, usually my nips but sometimes elsewhere. These are Her 'task clamps', the ones She has me wear when She feels i need to better focus while performing a specific request like cooking dinner or doing laundry. The clamps bite in and sting from the moment She puts them on, a smile on her face as she give the chain between them a quick tug.

The other day She had me put them on and then sent me out to the store to get some lotion for massaging her later that night. Walking around the store feeling those clamps dig in tight made my heart beat a mile a minute, and i was sure that everyone (especially the attractive young woman who helped me pick out the best lotion) knew that i was clamped. Feeling the chain slide across my stomach, the clamps yanked and pulled as my shirt brushed against it, was exquisite. When i returned J was quite pleased with the lotion i had picked out, and with a smile said She would have to use those clamps more often when She sends me out on errands.

But the ones J looovvves are our clover clamps. For anyone who doesn't know about these amazing creations, clover clamps are clamps connected by a chain, and the amazing thing about them is that they are designed so that the clamps dig in tighter anytime the chain is yanked or pulled. It is an amazing experience, one that definitely keeps a hubslave at attention!

The other night i came into the living room and my gorgeous wife was lying on Her side on the couch, twirling our clover clamps around Her lovely finger. She beckoned to me and i immediately came to Her side, kneeling next to the couch as she pulled my shirt off over my head.

"Now slave," She whispered. "you are going to bring me a glass of wine, that red we opened the other day. you will also slice some cheese, bring the strawberries and crackers on a plate and return swiftly. And these will help you focus," She added.

J attached a clamp to each of my nipples, then gave the chain a quick yank. i gasped at the sudden jolt, my breathing heavy and eyes wide. i always feel so submissive almost immediately once i've been clamped, and tonight was no exception. i found myself leaning towards J's face, yearning for a kiss. She of course put Her hand up and pushed me away, holding the chain as i fell away for another quick jolt.

"Oh no you don't, slave," She snapped. "Now go."

i hustled as fast as i could, gathering all She had requested and returning to Her side in record time. She smiled and gave me a "well done," which made my brain swoon. She then took out one of the ropes we have in the house, one we usually use for tying me to the bed.

"I need you on a leash."  i frantically tied a knot around the clamp chain, making a double knot just to be sure it was secure. as i handed Her the other end, She smiled and pointed at the TV remote across the room. i knew what to do and immediately stood up and started towards the remote. But i was stopped short by a pull on the rope, which yanked the chain away from my body and caused the clamps to dig in even tighter then before.

i turned and looked at J, but She just smiled. She loosened her grip a little and the rope went slack, and i began heading for the remote again, only to be stopped short by another yank of the rope.

J laughed and made the rope dance up and down while still taut, furthering torturing my throbbing nipples. "This is fun, I need to tether you more often. I love watching you struggle like this, and it's a good way to see how eager you really are to serve me."

i looked at Her with longing and adoration, yearning to make this amazing woman happy and thrilled that She was enjoying Herself so much at my expense. i turned again to get the remote and She allowed me to almost make it before pulling me back. i could almost touch it, but the clamps were definitely giving me pause.

"Well, go on, slave. If you can't even follow a simple request like this I don't think you really deserve the privilege of serving me, do you?" I shuddered and gazed at Her, and She simply smiled and flicked Her wrist towards the remote again, her hand twirling the rope as She watched me.

i stretched with all i had, the chain pulled as tight as possible. i could feel the clamps digging in, one beginning to slide off even, which brought new and thrilling spikes of pain to my by now amazingly tender nipples. Finally i was able to get a finger on the remote and slide it across the chair, dropping it to the floor where i could pick it up.

"VERY good, slave," She smiled. "Now I want to reel you in. On your knees, dear."

i quickly dropped to my knees, remote in hand and body and soul in the palm of Her hand. J began to pull the rope back in, pulling me in along with it as i walked on my knees back to Her. As i returned i couldn't help but try and lean in for another kiss. Her response was to let me get painfully close before whispering a soft "no, slave. Not yet," and easing me away. She then reached down quickly and grabbed each clamp, squeezing the ends together to open them and remove them from my nipples. i yelped at the new pain as they were removed, feeling the blood rush and throbbing go to even greater heights.

J grabbed my right nipple and twisted hard. i yelped quickly again, then focused on controlling myself and keeping quiet. Tears were streaming down my face, my breath was coming in short gasps, and my eyes were wide and locked into Hers. But i was able to stop my whimpering long enough for Her satisfaction.

"Good job, dear. Keep that whimpering to a minimum from now on, because this is definitely not the last time we are doing this.  Now, get down there and give my feet some attention, slave."

She pointed to Her beautiful feet and i dutifully slid down and began massaging them, as happy and content a slave as there ever was.