J and i have a very loving relationship. We had one before we started on our new Femdom adventure, and our relationship only continues to grow as we further our exploration down this wonderful path. Most of the time i would characterize our experiences as "play," though there are times where the sensual connections and deep eroticism of J's growing dominance of me reaches almost rapturous heights. The other night was one such occasion.
We were sitting on the couch idly watching TV. J had earlier had me bring Her a glass of wine and then enjoyed a lengthy foot massage provided by me, one where i kissed, caressed and massaged every inch of Her soles, arches, toe, heels and ankles. She purred Her contentment and i grinned at Her as i often do while we are experiencing these sorts of moments.
J then surprised me by sliding down to the floor and stretching out on our rug.
"Undress me," She whispered, in a voice both soft and commanding.
i (of course!) eagerly began to comply, sliding down to the floor. i started unbuttoning Her shirt when J caught my hand, bringing it up to Her lips and placing a soft kiss.
"Slowly, slave," She whispered again.
i gazed into Her eyes and then kissed Her lips softly, then Her neck. i unbuttoned one button, kissing Her collarbone and moving my hands up and down Her body. She purred in approval.
i undid the next button, kissing down the exposed narrow V of Her body, my lips brushing against the white lacy bra that was now peeking out. J slid Her hand through my hair.
i kept going, each button opening followed by soft worshipful kisses to Her gorgeous skin. As i reached the last i slid Her shirt off Her shoulders. It spread behind her. i then slid one bra strap down, following it across Her shoulders and upper arm with kisses as J lay back. Her legs began sliding up and down, a sure sign She was enjoying Herself.
J sat up briefly, allowing me to unclasp Her bra and kissing me deeply and passionately. She then laid back down and i began slowly...ever so slowly...sliding her knee-length skirt down her gorgeous legs. i kissed between her thighs, along each inner thigh and down to the knee as i moved the skirt farther down.
After the skirt came Her socks, then Her panties. my amazing Wife then lay naked, stretched before me.
"Kiss me here slave," She ordered, pointing to Her neck.
i slid over Her, feeling Her breasts against my shirt, my legs straddling Her thigh as i placed kiss after kiss on Her perfect neck. She eventually pushed me back up so i was kneeling before Her perfection.
"Now here," She whispered, pointing to Her right breast.
i slid down again, my tongue caressing around her breast, teasing Her nipple. She had me return to my kneeling position again.
"Now here." J pointed to Her inner thigh.
This continued, as J pointed to Her stomach...then Her left foot...then Her left collarbone....then Her lips....then between her legs, where the warmth and dampness told me She was definitely enjoying Herself....then Her neck again....then between Her breasts.
i worshiped almost every inch of Her, following Her commands as She led me where She wished me to go. Then J looked up at me with that wonderful smile, sat up and kissed me deeply, grabbed me by the hair and with a single look let me know She was ready. She slid Her legs apart and allowed me inside Her...the feeling of devotion i had was almost overwhelming.
After a short time J pushed me back, then guided my head between Her thighs, Her sex dripping and eager for my service. i devoted myself to the task with a feeling of such yearning, and J's breathing quickly became short...moans escaped her lips and i brought her to orgasm, then after a short rest where i kissed every molecule of flesh on her thighs i brought Her to orgasm again. She then allowed me back inside Her and ordered me to cum, which did not take long. i felt a huge wave of emotion wash over me as i came, and J smiled at me with love as i trembled, collapsing into Her arms.
As we lay in bed later that night i was still feeling overwhelmed with devotion and gratitude, and in how while we have a lot of fun with our Femdom adventures, the simple beauty of worshiping Her body is in many ways the pinnacle of what it means to be Hers.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Twister!
One of my present from J was a copy of the classic old game Twister. For those of you who don't know the game, it's an old game with a grid of colored circles that you put on the floor. You play by spinning a wheel that lands on one of the colors and one of your hands or feet. So each time you spin you get something like "right hand on red" or "left foot on blue."
Now usually you play this game with a few people on the board and the goal is to be able to put your hands and feet where you are supposed to without falling down. The last person who can stay up is then declared the winner. But J had something different in mind...one where i was the only person on the grid and where, well, i think we both end up winners! :-)
We set up the grid in the basement, J ordered me to strip, kneel and kiss her feet. She put my collar around my neck and then had me kneel before the grid of circles, head lowered.
"you are in for it today, dear...Merry Christmas my slave," J whispered in my ear. i trembled as She laughed softly and then spun the wheel.
'Right hand red' came up first and i slid my hand onto the red circle.
'Left foot blue' was next and i complied.
J kept spinning the wheel, and i eventually ended up with both feet and hands on the grid, my hands crossed awkwardly and feet spread wide as i struggled to maintain position.
"Hmmmm...that will work," J smiled.
WHACK! Down came the flogger on my butt, the leather straps licking the inside of my spread thighs. J started flogging me while i struggled to keep my position, Her strokes coming faster and harder. i was shaking visibly, my shoulders aching, feet sliding and cock stiffening as She laughed and flogged me mercilessly.
i was somehow able to hold position for 20 strokes of the flogger. J slid Her hand along my thigh and burning ass and cooed "well done, slave." i twisted my head to gaze at Her and was incredibly aroused by the devilish and playful look on Her face.
"Let's keep playing, slave...you up to it?"
"Yes my Lady," i whispered back, though i was not sure i was.
J kept spinning the wheel until She got me in a position She liked. This time i had to turn over to keep my hands and feet on the right spots and was holding myself up awkwardly with my hands behind me and feet spread again when J stopped.
She grabbed the crop, smiled and said "twenty more, slave. Now don't fall..."
WHACK came the crop across my inner left thigh. The sting made me gasp but J kept it up, cropping my on the inside of each thigh. i lasted nine strokes before i stumbled and fell.
"Oh dear...tsk, tsk, tsk. What happened?" J smiled evilly.
"i..im sorry Mistress. i..couldn't stay up."
"Well...some punishment is definitely in order, slave," J smiled.
i was ordered to crawl to Her feet and then forced to draw from the punishment box. i drew cold shower and was forced to endure a cold shower with J sitting nearby laughing as i danced under the freezing water. We then returned to play twister some more, which J seemingly could not get enough of.
We have played a few more times, as we both enjoy the game and J in particular seems to relish watching me struggle to stay up in position while She tortures me. She has even texted me three times from work weith the single word "twister," which means i am to get the game out and bring it to our basement along with our toys and then be kneeling next to it naked upon Her arrival home.
We have mixed it up some as well. J decided once that She would simply flog, spank or paddle me after each 5 spins of the wheel regardless of the position i was in. We have also brought dice down to determine which implement should be used where. This had led to my being put in all kinds of predicaments! And each time i fall or falter i draw from the punishment box, and then we play again.
It is all immense fun, especially because i loooooove seeing how much pleasure and delight J gets from watching me struggle. Her smile is one of the most beautiful things in the world, and Her wicked laugh is music to my ears.
i cannot recommend it enough: go out and get yourself a copy of Twister. i never would have thought of it, but J's mind has brought yet another wonderful element of our loving Femdom marriage.
Happy New year to you all, one of my resolutions is to blog more so hopefully you'll be seeing more of me in 2013!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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. :-)
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. :-)
Friday, October 19, 2012
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!
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!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
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!
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!
Monday, August 27, 2012
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...:-)
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...:-)
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