Whats going on sub boy?

Its been an up and down few months. Sandy and I have had the odd serious argument, i wont go into details but they touch on the usual serious issue we used to have with sex. Specifically not enough of it. She said at one point that she fancied me but was bored of sex with me which did not go down well :)

Anyway its mostly sorted. It turns out that she didnt mean that statement the way it came out. She was bored of sex, but because of the pressure of having to perform x number of times a week. She was stil under the impression im a 7 days a week guy and thats what it would take to make me happy. While I 'could' do it that often these days I am happy with twice a week with the odd blowout, as long as there is enough quality there. Relaxed, kinky, loving etc, but not just a quicky. Sandy is a lot happier for it. She also said she would commit to 3 times week but I suggested that we not do that as it would simply extend the pressure. So she has agreed to be more open to being seduced, and I am reminding her and myself that I should seduce her if I in the mood, rather than being put off because of previous rejections. We will let sex be spontaneous for the most part, while making enough effort to value it.

On the sub dom side its very much still there. In fact I write this while locked in my chastity belt. She loves the power these days, and wont easily give it up. We went clubbing at the weekend during which she whipped me for so long and so hard I actually marked (very rare for me), although I was allowed an orgasm later that night. Last night however i pleasured her to two orgasms, and i was made to give myself a spoiled one. Not because she wanted me to cum, her first response had been to laugh and refuse me one. A moment later however she thought again and wondered if I could spoil my own orgasm, she thought that would be especially amusing. So thats what I did.

She kept her hand very close, as soon as I started to cum and let go of my aching cock she grabbed it and made sure I didnt touch myself any more. As I squirmed my legs together she forced her bare leg between mine to ensure they stay apart, denying me even that stimulation. I wasnt even allowed to touch her body as I masturbated as that would have made it too pleasurable. She very much enoyed the cruelty. After that she lay back and demanded her two cums. She well and truly enjoyed herself, while i was emptied enough to sleep deeply but without losing any really horny desparation. I am now still gagging for it.

This after a day at home where I did so much cleaning and tidying you could almost call it a spring clean. I offered her to tidy while she was at work and we played a game. She would not tell me what she wanted done, I had to guess. If I did it all I would be allowed to ask her to 'consider' giving me an orgasm. If I missed a task I would not get to cum and I would be punished. When she got back I had done so much to ensure I missed nothing that she could not find fault, but later that night she decided to punish me anyway (albeit only a light cropping). Apparently my mistake was not to have missed anything thereby denying her an excuse to punish me! How capricious is that! My cock certainly responded to it. In future I am expected to do my best however or the punishment would be worse.

I will also now relate a text message conversation with her at work today (something that happens rarely). At this point I had locked up (as per her request while leaving for work) and sent a picture to prove it.

She : You're silly
Me : Thats why you love me
She: Yeah, but also cos u have a fantastic arse x
I send a close up of the locked cock
She: Cant see if its locked properly
I send an even closer picture
She: Yeah - looks ok - thank u subby hubby x (shes taken to calling me that a bit lately)
Me: Thank you mistress wifey. You really like being a domme dont you!
She: Yeah I guess I do x
Me: Me too! its funny but i dont think ive fully accepted being a sub. Still think of it as a game sometimes. Then you say something that makes me realise its real and you wouldnt want to go back. Its scary but makes me feel goooey and loved x
She: thats cool :) Probably because its lighthearted most of the time but pulling rank every now and then is good for you x

It went on a while longer, but left me feeling loved, submissive, and slightly scared at my lack of control over my own sexuality.

Mykey

Gagging!

God im so horny. Sandy made me give her two orgasms last night and then kneel at the end of the bed massaging her feet till she fell asleep. I wasn't allowed to cum. Now gagging for it!

Still here

Still here, still playing. Lots to tell, no time.

Sandy is still my domme, in fact since she committed to it, she is totally domme. It's a bit scary ad she loves it.

Yesterday she fucked me. She was playing with me, we fantasises about her being fucked, next I know she is on top with my cock in her. After about 10mins she pulled away leaving me high and dry, or wet if you like.

I've been craving to fuck her for four months now, with no access allowed. So why today? Because she felt like feeling a cock in her. Why did she pull off? Becuase she had enough. How hot is that. My desperation for pussy had no bearing on being allowed in, or even duration.

No wonder im scared. But it made me very submissive!

M

Something I wrote a few years back. Just found it.

I feel you lying in my arms,

your body rests against mine, soft, warm,

head nestling in the crook of my arm, soft hair against my skin.

I feel you breath, your scent surrounds me, you are here and we need not speak;

your presence alone slows my heart, fatigue and stress wash away, I am comforted, relaxed.

I hope I give what I receive.

I love you.

Denial makes me love my wife more

Over at Maymays a conversation bubbles away, you should go read, its interesting! I have moved a little of my comment here as it warrants a post, if only so Sandy can read it.

Denial adds to submission, it adds a piquancy that is lacking without it. For me at least. Why? Because submission for me has a sexual component, sexuality led me to it. The hormones flow through me and make me love my wife, my self, and people around me more. I am hyper alert to passion in the world around me when I am horny. Passion is a key to my enjoyment of life.

But what do I mean ‘denial makes me love my wife more’, dangerous words no? Doesnt that demean my love for her? Does it make you think I should love her anyway?

Thats not what those words are intended to mean when I write them. I love my wife already. We have been together 14 years of which 10 were extremely tough. For a long period nothing got us through that but love, its all we had. Not liking, not even friendship. So I know I love her, but I love her more when I am denied. I love her more because she is dominating me, that means a lot to me. Active dominance helps me feel cared for. I also love her more because when I see her my heart beats, my hormones flow, my cock twitches, my body is crying out its reaction to her, making me more AWARE of my love. The more denial, the more hormones, the more my body reacts, the more it reminds me, screaming to me that the woman I see, she is my world.

I become more aware.

A very similar thing happens with my submission. Just as active dominance draws out my submission, so being horny will draw it out. Its there anyway for sure, without denial other things can bring it to the fore. But denial does it well. Combine any two of these three, inner submission (wanting to serve), active dominance, denial, any two bring the d/s dynamic to life, all three supercharge it.

Update me already

I know its been a while, but hey life its like that.

I've been reading a lot of forever in her service, he has an excellent way of writing that shows what he wants and what he values. What it shows me is that I have a lot to learn! I've been sending sandy various posts from him and others for her to read, kind of helping her learn by filtering the dross. She seems to appreciate it. She also likes his posts. After one she realised that I still top from the bottom sometimes and she doesn't always lead. But hey as she said, we are getting there. I think we are too, and besides we both like a break from it now and then. She has led more since that post though. After another about his level of service, she commented I have a long way to go!

I find that since she committed to being my Domme I am having jitters. She is happier now she has dived in, I find myself facing the fact that I have given up my freedom, perhaps for life. I want it but its scary. I know I will need the odd break, but I know she will too so I don't really need to worry. But...

We've been playing some recently. Mostly light play, and she has been letting me cum a lot. Probably twice a week. I'm really enjoying it. I must admit she is spoiling me, I'm scared of when she decides a long stretch is in order :) last night she was feeling playful and had a long tickling session, with a fair bit of whipping my ass. I'm out of practice, that hurt! I was extremely ticklish, laughing hard before she even touched me. She ended up sat on my face, her deliciously musky pussy making breathing hard and over powering me with pheromones, basically pinning me down so she could tickle harder, god I was going insane with laughter and a fair amount of lust. I could not throw her off. Could barely breath. In fact at one point i laughed so hard into her i filled her with air, which then fanny farted back out at me. Cue Gales of laughter, now from both of us.

Finally she made me cum, and just as the explosion came she put her weight on my arms and let go, stealing what should have been a powerful cum into a trickle. She looked like the cat that ate the cream, especially seeing look on my face, she reckons having cum the day before I didn't deserve a good one. I think she just likes being mean.

We wound down with me massaging her naked body for an hour as we both watched heroes. I was and still am very in love. Oh and her body looked and felt fantastic, I enjoyed the massage as much as she did!

The Day

47 years old, mother, wife. It's all she had been for as long as she could remember. Content but lonely, loved but undefined. Never quite in touch with herself. She had long suspected why, but she just couldn't admit it to herself. Not to herself, and certainly not to her husband. Only in her dreams did she face her demons and wake up wet with the proof of her perversion. 47 years is a long time to hide from yourself.

She knelt naked, cloaked in uncertainty, shimmering with arousal. Fear drove her heartbeat, she forced herself to face it. A drop of arousal crept between her thighs, unable to go anywhere, with her legs spread wide they provided no easy path to follow and the drop hung there. She felt that appropriate, her own path had been no easier, the ending equally uncertain. Yet she felt it hanging, reminding her of her own disgust, forcing her to admit her arousal, and admitting perhaps a just little anticipation at what was to come.

Her breasts hung low, full but not firm, she hated seeing them. They had never filled her with pleasure, so little had. Now they were damaged, sagging with the task they had twice performed. Her stomach too, never too firm now folded at her waist. She didn't look down. Her lips hung low, loosened by childbirth one hung lower than the other. She held back a tear, but her arousal rose higher.

Today was the day that she finally faced her fear, she knew she had to try. She had let life pass her by, had hidden from her desires, and finally had found the courage to take a bite at the apple.

So she knelt, naked, cloaked in uncertainty, shimmering with arousal. She had no choice. Her husband had not seen her naked and lit for years, very rarely. Yet the lights stayed on, her blindfold on, the door unlocked and the man she had messaged for months now was about to enter. The drop fell.

The light reflected from her skin, the tremor in her body evident. His heart filled with gratitude at the trust she gave, and pride at her bravery. Her body looked incredible, her submission was woven in her every line and move. And her face, so much prettier than her pictures. There for a moment, just for a moment, he felt it was he who should be kneeling at her feet, letting her beauty and fragile trust wash his soul clean.


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