Changes, part 2

As I said in a recent post Sandy has been embracing her inner domme. Since a few months back when I asked her to consider if its what she wanted as a lifestyle and if so take it seriously, and she agreed, she has become much much more comfortable with it. Although Ironically due to time and energy we did less dommy stuff for the first month or two after that point, however internally she had been processing and coming to recognise that it really was what she wanted. She likes this lifestyle, she likes feeling cared for and looked after. She loves being in charge! Really likes it when I react quickly to do what she wants, both sexually and more importantly day to day. last but not least she has become much more comfortable with her inner kink, a process that was happening anyway but accelerated in the last few months. She can be very mean when playing, no vanilla in our sex lives anymore!

Anyway this weekend we went to a fetish club. We have been to two in the last two weeks. The first was a club we go to regularly, and other than a long public asswhipping and meeting some cool people there is nothing special to report. This weekend we tried something new, we went to a femdomme club. Only dominant women allowed not dominant men, and most of the subs were men (though not all). It was a friendly sociable place where the focus was very much on the dominant woman. Subs were not allowed on the furniture, nor to partake of the sweets or cakes that were around (unless offered by a woman). So reasonably high protocol. Sandy and I were not sure about it, we dont like the whole up your own backside Big D little s rubbish, nor were we sure about our still nascent d/s relationship. Sandy was mostly cool, I was more uncomfortable as I am still holding on to a little of the whole men arent subby vibe. As it turned out the protocol was very much there, important, fun, and key to the evening, but it wasnt pushed in such a way as to become 'Gorean style' silliness. We had a great time, I spent the entire time either standing around chatting or sitting at Sandys feet rubbing them while she chatted. Did I mention that subs were not allowed to initiate a conversation unless they ask permission and were granted? Even that worked well for us as I can overwhelm a conversation while Sandy tends to pull back (even when I try to stay back and let her lead), its something that makes me a bit sad that i am somehow diminishing her engagement with people. So this way most of the domme women focussed more on her, were very interested in her, and made it easier for me to stay back a little. I chatted also, but it was primarily a domme evening where friendly dominant women socialised in large part with each other while being served by us.

You know what? I really liked the vibe, I liked serving, seeing the women (especially mine) enjoying themselves. I like this aspect of the d/s lifestyle much more than I ever expected.

More importantly Sandy liked it. No she loved it! She really liked meeting normal women who she enjoyed chatting to women who are also dominant. Women who in most cases have kids, husbands, jobs, and are extremely kinky and dominant. We meet so few people on the fetish scene who have a normal outside life or functional relationships. She liked the people, and she also liked being served. She enjoyed me being sat at her feet or getting her drinks, she enjoyed the serving and caring ethos of the evening. She came home full of enjoyment and very relaxed and into her dominant persona. In fact so into it that at 4am when we got home she got online to find her new friends online profiles and stay in touch. She is never that proactive and fast moving when it comes to kinky things, or at least wasnt ever before. Since then she talks differently about dominance in a way that makes me see she really wants it in her life, wants more of it in fact, and likes both the serving and the kinky naughty aspects of it.

We met one lady who is very into trampling (not to mention very beautiful). Not a fetish i have ever had but always keen to try new things. I asked her and Sandy nicely if they minded and she spent 20-30 minutes trampling me and teaching Sandy how to do it right (as in painful, fun but safe). Between them they left my stomach and chest all bruised and marked, which of course I hated every minute of :) I think having tried it that its not something I liked a lot, not something I would ask for often, but fun once in a while. Apart from that we didnt play, just socialised and watched others playing.

As Petal said to me, she had an 'aha' moment.

I need to write about the next morning which was pretty intense and fun play, but no time now

M

Created a monster

This morning we were having a bit of a fool around having not had sex for a week. We are going to have sex tonight but this was a bit of a teaser.

Then suddenly a last minute decision, she kept the teasing up until I came, despite my warnings. She let go at the last minute to spoil it and grabbed my free hand as it moved down to help. Apparently she decided to do that so she could enjoy her orgasm tonight more and not have worry about mine. How deliciously dominantly selfish is that.

Apparently she did feel a bit bad about it, but not for long. I did get a nice long post cum hug though.

So my one orgasm a week, at least that's what she generally tends to, was a spoiled quicky so she could enjoy hers more.

Oh dear!

How bloody frustrating

A draw! Spent the last 20 minutes attacking but no goals. Not a good kind of tease.

Good game to watch though!

Panties, my pants are gone!

There have been some changes chez nous. This is the first and shortest of three blog posts covering it. Sandy has become more dominant, or rather more in tune and happy with being the dominant.

For example about a month ago I came home to find all my underwear missing. She has hidden it all. For the time being I am only allowed to wear her panties if I want underwear, or go commando. Her used panties. Each time I go to the toilet my body warmth sets her scent off and I smell her wafting to me and teasing my senses. The tightness of them reminds me of her all day. She doesnt find me attractive in them, nor do I, but she does love to humiliate me so she makes me keep them on and only take them off when she is there to see, sometimes making me do a spin to show her all sides. She loves that I get embarrassed. The other night she even made me sleep all night next to her in a tight lacy black thong.

I have no idea when I will have male underwear again, but she shows no sign of tiring of this yet. I have no idea even where they are hidden, so even out for a beer with the boys there is no sneaking a pair.

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