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.