Friday, December 2, 2016

It hardly ever happens this way

Mistress K. is not a morning creature.  She loves to sleep and will constantly abuse the snooze button to the point of being late.  She loves sleeping in.

Yesterday morning, I heard her alarm go off, then the subsequent hitting of the snooze button.  I assume I had at least 9 more minutes before I was to have her coffee ready when she stumbled out of bed.  I don't dare assume she will rise after 1, 2, 3 or more snooze buttons because if I do, it can get cold sitting there waiting for her to eventually arise.  She must've awakened before the snooze alarm went off because I heard the toilet flush.  Uh oh, better get that coffee quick!  I hustled into the kitchen, quickly poured it the way she likes and hurried over to the bedroom door.  Just as I was about to go in, the door opened and there she was, standing there in all her sleep glory.  Her beautiful red hair was all mussed and she still had wrinkles on her beautiful face from the pillow and sheets.  I just love how beautiful she looks like this.  I leaned in to kiss her then tried to hand her the cup of coffee.  She pointed to the desk next to me as if to tell me to set it down, which I did.

I went back to her after setting it down and we kissed.  Deep and hard kissing (we don't do that enough).  My arms wrapped around her body and my hand cupped her beautiful ass when she did the same to me.  She aggressively shoved her into my sweat pants on my naked behind and pulled me into her body.  Then she lowered my pants and aggressively pulled at my ass, spreading my cheeks (she knows I love it when she does that) and I started to rub my hardening cock into her belly.  We were "making out" for another minute or so when she suddenly pulled me into the room, turned me to face the door, moved my hands to the top of the door and held me there in place.  Then she just started spanking me with her hand, then alternating between spanking and kneading my ass (she knows I love that too)  I was told not to move a muscle while she had her way with me. 

This lasted for about 5 minutes.  I was in heaven.  Then she abruptly stopped, turned me back around, ordered me to hand her the coffee cup still sitting there and then said  ...... "I'm done.  take the dog out to pee" and walked toward our kids bedrooms to wake them up.  I was breathing heavy and at a loss for words when I simply said "thank you Mistress" as she walked away.

After she left for the office, she texted me and said "wear your plug today", which was a bonus surprise because I am only normally allowed (required) to wear it on Tuesdays and this was a Thursday.  Yay!   As a another bonus, this morning (Friday) I asked her if I could wear the plug again today.  She said she'd think about it and let me know.

Here I sit, all plugged and happy, writing this story about a day in the life of a devoted, loving husband and his Goddess Mistress Wife.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Friday, November 18, 2016

Is it a coincidence? I don't think so

Just sayin ......  As you can see from the article here, the divorce rate in the US is at a 35 years low.  Of course I cannot prove it, but I believe that the rise in popularity of Female Led Marriages partly explains this phenomenon.  Then again, I could be wrong.  Your thoughts?

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Subspace .... it's been a while

Because of our busy suburban lives, lives that are ruled and dictated by the schedules of our busy suburban and very socially active children, the time we have to practice and hone our FLM is scarce at best.  It's basically the core of the reason for my being AWOL for a few months there. 

When the opportunities and amount of time to "be ourselves" by being alone is precious and few, the benefits of a well practiced FLM begin to fade into the background and, characteristics of an old lifestyle of disorder begin to appear ..... such as my being disrespectful when we might have a disagreement. 

A couple of weeks back we had a disagreement.  It was completely unnecessary, but because some old characteristics started to creep back into my behavior, I was too stupid to realize it.  Mistress wanted to watch her new TV obsession (Pretty Little Liars) while we laid in bed and fall asleep.  I had a caniption (sp?) fit because I find the detestable, especially for a grown woman of grace, class and intelligence (that would be Mistress K.).

Instead of instinctively realizing that even though she was asking me to agree to watch it, she was actually telling me .... I battled.  I guess I thought I was intellectually entitled to be incredulous and throw a fit about, you know, because it's a sophomoric, moronic show.  Well, the night ended with Mistress being pissed off before she fell asleep.  Or so it seemed.  I was still wallowing in some misguided sense of righteousness, beginning to doze off into my slumber.  I had long assumed Mistress K. was fast asleep.   She wasn't!

Suddenly she popped up, wide awake and said .... "I will not stand for this.  Lay on your tummy and put your face in your pillow!"  Her words made instantly understand that she was invoking her right as the leader of our marriage to end this madness  ...... and she was pissed.  With that she removed the covers exposing my bare bottom (I always sleep naked) and immediately starting hard spanking my ass with her hand.  She was spanking me for probably 25-30 really hard spanks, then she abruptly turned over and then went to sleep.  Before dozing off she said "this is not over and neither is your punishment!.

Like I said, busy suburban lives ..... can't do this .... can't do that .... the kids are always around ... school .... PTA ..... sports .... you get the idea.  Mistress took Friday off from work.  On Wednesday she informed me that I would be going into the office "a little late on Friday" because we needed to fix the problem that I created the other night.   Gulp!

Knowing what was coming on Friday gave me an opportunity to reflect on what had happened and why, and as such I was able to process things and anticipate what was coming.  Or so I thought ......... Mistress came home from taking the kids to school.  I heard the garage door open then close.  She came into the house, I was naked (cuz, you know, I'm required to be) and nervous.  She slammed her purse on the counter and just said FUCK!  She had spilled her coffee in the garage.  She pointed to the garage and said "get out there .... now!".  So naked I walked into the garage where she proceeded to scold me for the clutter that was evident.   This went on for several minutes before she stormed back into the house, me following.  She told me to leave her be and she would summon me when she was ready for me. 

After about 30 minutes, she said "I'm ready for you" and summoned me to the bathroom where she was.  She was wearing only loose fitting, not flattering sweat pants and she was topless.  Her hair was a mess and in a pony tail and she had on no make up whatsoever.  She order me to the bed where she had arranged pillows in the middle of the bed.  "Lie on those pillow with your ass in the air and wait for me".  Gulp!

I waited for what seemed like 30 minutes until she finally came into the room.  What followed next was the longest spanking session with the most number of swats that I ever had.  It hurt.  All the while she was spanking me, she was lecturing me on the how things where going to change around here.  She told me that if I truly thought I was worthy of giving her my submission, I'd better remember how I needed to ALWAYS demonstrate that, and that it "includes more than just offering to give me orgasms!"  By the time it was over I'd guess 30 minutes had passed and I had received perhaps 250-300 whaps on my bare ass.  I had genuine tears.  It hurt like hell ............

Afterward, Mistress went and sat in her easy chair in our bedroom and called me over to kneel before here.  When I did, I was awash in something that I truly hadn't felt in months ...... deep subspace!  I begged her for forgiveness as she pulled my head into her breasts and told me that everything was going to be ok.  At that moment, I was swimming in one of my absolute favorite things about her ..... her smell.  The smell of her face, her head, her skin.  OMG it was pouring into my nose and covering like a warm blanket. 

After several minutes of adoration, worship and forgiveness, Mistress ordered to dress for work (wearing a cock ring) and prepare to go to the office.  The entire day was spectacular.  My punishment had refreshed me.  Cleared the slate.  Mistresses words of admonishment were ringing in my ears like music.  Mistress had reset our course and I couldn't love her more for it.

Mistress had errands to run throughout the day (mani/pedi, massage, Lulu Lemon, etc.) which I knew would keep busy and coming and going from the house throughout the day.  When I got home from work and walked into the bedroom, the pillows that were placed in punishments position on what had become the punishment bed, had not been moved from that morning.  I took a picture and sent it to Mistress K. and asked her if I should move the pillows back to where they belonged or not.  She replied and said "no, leave it that way until you go to bed tonight because when you go to bed, I want your spanking this morning to be the last think you remember before going to sleep." 

I gasped in utter devotion, respect and love .....

This picture because the woman reminds so much of Mistress K.

 This picture because, she reminds me of Helen Mirren, who I think is one of the hottest women on the planet

Thank you Mistress for re-setting our course.  I will strive to be the kind of submissive you want me to be!

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Saturday Night

On Saturday night, Mistress K. left me at home to watch the World Series while she went out with some couple friends of ours.   My instinct told me that when she got home, she would be horny and would want to receive pleasure.  The kids were gone .... she would've been drinking.  The planets all lined up.

After the game was over, I set out to be there for her in what I suspected would be a wanton, lustful return home for her.  I showered and shaved (face and other places).  I put on the cologne she is always telling me to wear and sprayed a good amount of desensitizing spray to my cock .... and I waited.

She walked in the door, put her purse down and walked toward the bathroom.  On her way past me she said "you, come with me".  We entered the bathroom and I turned on the lights.  "Turn those off", she said.  She walked over to the counter, placed her hands on the counter and stuck her gorgeous ass toward me. 

"Lower my pants and panties, NOW!"  I knelt behind her, unhooked and unzipped her pants and slowly lowered her pants, taking her panties with them.  I tried to remove them but she said to them where they were (mid thigh).  "Fuck me now" she said.  Still kneeling, I was worshipping her ass, running my tongue over her beautiful pussy and bottom hole.  She usually doesn't allow me to do that unless she is absolutely sure she is clean down there.  On this particular occasion, she didn't mind and wallowed in the pleasure my face was providing her.  I then said "yes Mistress", stood and removed my clothes.  "Fuck me", she said again while widening her stance and arching her back.  I positioned myself behind and slowly entered her.  A gasp of delight escaped her lips as my well numbed cock was sliding in and out of her.  She told me to retrieve her vibrator from the night stand.  Almost running toward it, I retrieved it and handed it to her.  She hadn't moved and when I handed it to her she turned it on and placed it on her clit and repeated her earlier instructions. "Fuck Me!"

I continued pumping away while her orgasm was building and when she knew she was right there, she ordered to me cum inside her.  That was something that I was absolutely not expecting and with my cock being numbed, I needed to now think of sexy things in order to be able to meet her orgasm with my own.  I didn't disappoint and starting to cum inside of her right when her orgasm came.  It was spectacular and I thanked her for allowing me to be present when she took her pleasure that way.  After we each recovered, she pulled up her panties and pants, fastened them and said "there, I got fucked in a bathroom", and then she smiled, kissed me and thanked me for fucking her so good. 

Wow .... just wow!

Saturday, October 29, 2016

I've missed this and all of you

Dearest friends ...... After 4 months of basically being AWOL from these airwaves, I have received some incredibly thoughtful messages from several people that read this blog.  Each of them has reminded me of the unquestioned acceptance and love (yes love) I have come to relish and enjoy in this odd little community so many of us enjoy.  I can't even begin to tell you how incredibly grateful I am to have come to know each of you.

I want to sincerely apologize for just disappearing.  I know that constant updates of Our/my existence is not like essential for anyone but Mistress K. and I, but I don't realize that there is a certain obligation to one's friends to, at the very least, not just disappear into the ether.  I promise I will try to avoid that behavior in the future.

I'd like to start by telling everything that everything in my world is JUST FINE!!!  I didn't disappear because of any trouble, or breakup in our marriage, or anything like that.  Which is a good thing.  Mistress K. and I are together, happy and continuing on the journey that we started 5 or 6 years ago.  In fact, we recently celebrated 2 anniversaries that fall on the same day every year.  One was for 17 years of truly wedded bliss.  I am just so proud to be married to the one person in the world that I truly adore more than any other.  The other was 2 years of truly FLM wedded bliss.  You may recall that on our 15th wedding anniversary, we used it as an occasion to formerly exchange vows and commitments to each other, that would specifically defined our FLM.

Even though I am a bit embarrassed and ashamed about the main reason for my absence (laziness), I am so incredibly thankful that it isn't for a reason that we sometimes see with our small but intimate group of blog friends.  It is sad every time something happens to cause a sadness in someone that otherwise always seemed to be wallowing in joy.  I miss those people and those times. 

I don't have any incredible sex stories to tell you (at the moment anyway) or any deeply spiritual thoughts and contemplations, but I can tell I am getting back to be in the mood to do so.  I hope that I haven't lost too many friends along the way during my absence.  I also hope that I get to see and hear again from some of those people that have gone to the dark side of the moon also.  Nyghtbird .... I'm looking in your direction!

Please accept my apology for having disappeared.  I am so excited about catching up with eac and every one of you!


Wednesday, June 29, 2016

I wanted to cum so bad and so hard ...........

On Monday evening this past week, Mistress K. had returned from being away for 5 days visiting a friend.  While she was away, I had made it a point to let her know that I adored her, that I missed her and that my lust and desire for her was always there.  Although I wanted to be sure she felt that from me while away, I also wanted very much not for her to feel the burden of my aching, absentee desires for her while she was gone.  I believe I accomplished both.

When I picked her up from the airport, and saw her walking towards me down the long hall that led to where I was standing, I actually got an erection from the sight her.  We had a lovely evening, a nice reunion dinner (pizza and wings), to which we were accompanied by one of our sons.  He missed her too. 

Later, I was laying in bed waiting (naked as usual) waiting for her to join me.  She walked into the bedroom, closed the door removed her clothing and went into the bathroom.  When she emerged she was naked and ready to climb into bed.  She was DEAD TIRED and just the feeling of our comfortable bed made her coo with delight.  We snuggled and kissed a little and settled into our usual spooning position.  I was tired too, kissing her neck, inhaling her scent, happy with the fact that my beloved Mistress Wife was there with me, naked, in our bed.  All of a sudden she turns to me and says "OK, you can be inside of me".  She was answering a question I hadn't even asked, but i didn't care. I immediately began to grow hard when she told me to go lock the door.  By the time i got back to bed, I was rock.  I think I set a record for how long it took me to get hard (had to be 20 seconds .... tops).

She threw the covers off of her to reveal her naked body, legs spread and hands motioning me to come close to her, to get inside of her.  It was heaven.  She started off by declaring that I would not be coming on this night .... not even a ruined orgasm.  I didn't care.  It allowed me to concentrate on what was happening, which was I was allowed to be inside of my Mistress.

I was very deep in my lust for her at that moment (for several moments that followed).  In my mind, it looked very much like this, although not on a bench in a locker room:

It was awesome.  I began to become overwhelmed with lust and desire for my wife that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to continue my making love to her to and including the desire to just pump my cum deep inside of her.  Even though Mistress had already informed me that I would not be coming this evening, I still felt the desire to so.  I wanted so much for this to happen:

I began to beg her to allow me to do just that.  I will sometimes "beg" Mistress to allow me to cum, knowing that in the end I don't really want to be allow (or required) to cum, but rather be told that I was not allowed.  This was different, I actually wanted to cum.  I wanted to experience the obvious feelings depicted in each of the above pictures. 

Mistress knows me very well.  She knew that I really, really wanted to cum.  I could see in her loving and deeply caring eyes that she was contemplating allowing me to do just that.  She deftly avoided answering me, instead enjoying the continued feeling of our connection while I was moving in and out of her.  I repeated my request to be allowed to cum deep inside of her because I was full of animal lust for her and was certain I wanted to experience the primal feeling of emptying my seed inside of her. 

We were face,  kissing, kanoodling and grinding away when she put her hand on my face and whispered to me ..... "I know you think you want to cum inside me lover, but you don't really.  The answer is no, you may not cum tonight lover" ... and then kissed me while holding my face.  My disappointment lasted about 2 seconds and then was immediately replaced by the pride I was feeling for my beautiful Mistress Wife.  I agreed with her that I didn't really want to orgasm, although I still kind of felt that I did.  In a last desperate attempt to at least ejaculate without orgasm, I asked Mistress if I could have a ruined orgasm and like before, her answer was "no my love, I am sorry but not tonight".   I was never more in more in love with the dominance of my Wife than at that very moment.  I was just in awe.

She, on the other hand, had every intention of having an orgasm and ordered me on my back.  She then reached into the night table, retrieved her magic wand vibrator.  She straddled me, lowering her beautiful body onto my harder-than-ever cock.  She placed the vibrator on her clit and began to rock on my cock on her way to her a very, very good orgasm.  The incredible vision above me ..... this exquisitely beautiful woman riding my cock.  Her beautiful, perfect breasts heaving.  Her tiny waist and flat belly moving in a way that you would expect for a woman on the verge of orgasm.  Her eyes closes and her beautiful head titled to the side, moaning in delight while her beautiful, long, red hair swayed with her body.  I could barely contain myself. 

She had her orgasm ... and then another one.  She stayed atop me as she composed herself and caught her breath.  She dropped the vibrator on my chest and got off of me to get some desperately needed water.  But before she left the bedside, leaned down and kissed very tenderly, thanked for me for her orgasms and told me how much she had missed me.  A minute or so later, she returned to our bed, climbed back into her favorite position, had me come in behind and spoon her again until she fell asleep.

My balls still ache and I texted Mistress to let her know how much they ached, and to thank you for allowing me to ache for her like I do.

Welcome home Mistress!