Tension

I was pleasantly surprised when Mistress ordered me down to lick Her arse while She wanked Herself to orgasm. I was pleased that She was sufficiently comfortable to do this, and delighted in Her wetness.

In due course Mistress got quite carried away and told me to penetrate Her which I gladly did, though telling me not to cum and aught to stop, but cum dribbled out as I pulled out of Her, and She told me to put it back in for another 15 strokes. I fucker Her hard for a while, but my orgasm was messed up and I did not actually cum properly as well.

Next day we had a huge argument about the kids and things have not been the same since. The does seem to happen within 24 hours of an orgasm.

We have nearly made up, but as Mistress observed this morning (after She had to go down and get the laundry to put away) there is a tension in the air over our FemDom ‘thing’ as She called it, which is not working.

What am I to do? I find it stupid to tell Her that I don’t want to play the game if She’s not serious about it – I’m not playing a game – to me it is real, so how can I be asked to set the rules for a game where She is the boss and I the slave? I’m not going to invite Her to start punishing me again – that must be Her choice. I will just be polite, kind, helpful and submissive. It’s up to Her how She chooses to respond.

Sydney guy

One of my readers was kind enough to share his fantasy with me:

Luv looking at the pics. Like to think of your wife lying on your bed with her legs wide. You shave her pussy for her, as I watch, sitting in in a chair naked. You the rub oil over her pussy for, you see her glisten. She then smiles and asks me if I am ready. Here boy. embarrassed in front of your wife you come over and suck me, begging me to please your wife because you can't. I stand and walk over and get on the bed. your wife has you run my cock up an down her slit as she almost cums immediately. you then push my cock into her, I fuck her hard as you watch. your wife cums and again and again as you lie beside us playing with your cock. I pull out and spray my cum all over your slut face. Your wife and I laugh at you as we hold each other.

My response…..

Hmmm. My cock got hard at the idea of that!

I would kneel in front of you as you stood from your chair, and lower my mouth onto your cock to lick and suck it to make it hard, ready for the two of you to enjoy.

Once you have cum I would immediately go down on you, unasked, and lick and suck you both clean until told to stop.

Some times you would get hard as I suck you clean, and you would continue to cuddle her and play with Her tits and arse as you allow me to make you cum in my mouth before you kick me off the bed and lie back to sleep together.

It continues

It was another night and morning of not having a hard cock to rub against Mistress last night. And the cleaner is in today, so it was not for fear of strokes, but must have been for the change in our relationship.

I offered my oral services this morning none the less, and She invited me to lick Her pussy.
I did not dare not offer, least She punish me for it as well.

Thanks to the guys for comment and advice on my last post.

I've never liked the idea a 'play scene' and have always advocated full submission - as I thought had She. Hence, for example, we've never had a safe word.

If Mistress does choose to cane me tomorrow, Her usual day for it, then I can imagine the thump of the cane will really ring home into me non-erotic state arse.

Confused state of affairs...

The week has been busy and Mistress has still not had time, or the inclination, to punish me. I’m not complaining. I try not to wait in fear but to get on with things – though this is easier said than done!

But our relationship has become a little strained in the past couple of days.

Sunday night as I whispered my submission to Her in bed Mistress asked why I felt that way. I said I just did. (It was only thinking about it afterwards that I thought of Estragon’s various explanations – the presence of my cock and balls, and Her feminine charms is actually my favoured rationale for this strange, otherwise quite inexplicable state of affairs….)

Then on Monday morning, sat in bed having my tea wanking my cock with Mistress’ permission while I watched Her do Pilates I had a little accidental spillage. Certainly not a full orgasm, but a steady little dribble of creamy white liquid. I did not tell Mistress – I did not regard it as a proper orgasm, and did not want to incur Her wrath.

Monday night Mistress was out late and I was home at work at my desk. Mistress chose to go up to bed and instructed me to take Her tea in bed at 9.45. I got immersed in my work and completely forgot until I heard Her coming down at 10pm…

She informed me that I would get ten strokes for not bringing Her tea, on top of the 25 She had decide to give me after my good behaviour over the weekend. She asked me what I thought of that. I replied, rather abruptly, that I was sorry I had forgotten Her tea, but I was completely immersed in work that I’d rather not be doing at ten at night, and if She thought punishment was in order for me then that was of course Her prerogative.

Mistress was not happy with my reply and looked at me puzzled, commenting that I was weird, and kept sending Her mixed signals. I think She wanted me to gladly embrace the prospect of Her whacking my arse with a big, heavy cane, rather than perhaps merely accepting Her decision as it is.

There is obviously a catch 22 here – I welcome Her discipline, punishment and training, only in so far as it makes me a better slave – more like one She wants. I don’t welcome it for any other reason. It hurts and I am only human and will do all I can to avoid the pain!

Since then my cock not been properly hard – fear of pending strokes, not being happy with Mistress, and perhaps the accidental spillage, although that would not account for a soft cock three days later…

This morning my cock was not hard in bed. Being a Wednesday there was to be no cleaning lady in the house and I anticipated that if Mistress was happy I could well be for it. Plus, we were not happily bonding, so my cock stayed soft mostly.

I still offered to lick Her arse or pussy before getting out of bed and She accepted my tongue into Her arse without any hesitation.

It’s all rather confusing. I am not going to encourage Her to cane me because I think it’s a game. If She thinks I need punishment or discipline I will accept Her decision. And, provided the punishment is hard enough and the reasons for it are made clear to me, I will of course learn from the process.

But if She does not believe in Her entitlement and right to cane me, then I’m not going to invite meaningless pain down o myself for the fun of it.

Today

I am going to get my punishment today some time. It is making it difficult to focus on work, as Mistress could come home any time, but at least once its done it will be done and I can start afresh.

Begging for mercy

Full Circle

This morning as I lay in bed naked contemplating the beautiful woman next to me giving me 50 vicious strokes of the cane later today my cock grew hard. This is unusual – normally on a Friday morning I do not get hard, as I am scared of the impending punishment or discipline.

But today the thought of 50 was so scary, so submissive, so domineering, that I actually got hard. I am hard now just thinking about the power and fear of it. So I have come full circle.

As I thought about it I alternated between hard and soft. I am of course due, and do deserve, all 50, as hard as Mistress can lay them on, if She decides that I deserve them, but my! What a prospect.

I decided not to pretend I was up to it, and begged for Her mercy. As I clutched and massaged Her gorgeous boobs, I supplicated myself before Her, swore my eternal submission, and begged for any opportunity to do anything, not mater how humiliating or degrading, to prove Her superiority to me and my inferiority to Her and so avoid the punishment.

Mistress has a busy day planned today. A coffee morning, then some work, then a waxing. Life’s hard at the top. She decided She would struggle to fit in my caning as well, and so decided She will administer it on Monday. Until then She has most graciously given me the opportunity to demonstrate my submission and service to her. If I serve Her proactively and well enough, at Her sole discretion, then She has said She will only give me 25 and not the full 50 I am due.

She is generous in Her mercy, and so wise. My service to Her is already so much better since She pronounced the punishment, it would be wrong not to administer at least some of it, to make sure I am quite aware of Her power over me, and the need to serve Her better. I am grateful for Her wisdom and mercy, and shall scheme my way into serving Her to the uttermost through the weekend and into the future.

Of course it occurs to me, indeed I do hope, that in raising the bar through the weekend, I establish a new standard of service that She then insists I maintain – my submission and Her dominance growing stronger.

Text exchange

slave to Mistress, Cock big and hard, 9:58am: Hello Mistress. Your slave does not want to encourage (or discourage) You in any way, but Your cock is big and hard thinking that you might actually give Your slave 50 punishment strokes. Thank You for Your mercy Mistress.

Mistress to slave, 10:23am: Don't thank me for mercy....u won't be getting any come sometime 2morrow morning ! xx

Overdue - nail bighting

Mistress has enjoyed orgasms and arse licking and is in a good mood. I on the other hand remain terrified and it is affecting my every day life.

I apologised to Mistress for this, telling Her that I lived in constant fear of Her promise of 50 strokes of the cane, and that it was affecting my every waking moment. She was delighted.

I asked if She still planned to actually go through with it, and She confirmed that She most certainly was going to go through with it, but just had not had the time or opportunity, but that I will be getting all 50 of them.

I was out in London yesterday all day. When I got home the dish washer was still full, the laundry sill on the line ready to come down, the ironing was waiting to be put away, Mistress had left Her boots out to be polished, and Her hand washing was sat there needing doing.

As soon as I walked in I scurried around doing all those jobs before I even sat down. Mistress on the other hand sat with the kids and read Her magazine.

I did not dare leave any of these jobs to this morning because I know Her – She will award me additional punishment if She chooses to, and will apply them all on the same day. The thought of 50 strokes pounding into my arse is terrifying – 25 more would make me flip.

Tingle

My arse is still tingling from the canes I got weeks ago. This new cane is far more effecient than the only one.

My cock too is tingling at the thought of when Mistress will choose to use it again and to what end.

Talking

After our brief IM chat yesterday I had hoped that Mistress might elaborate on Her thinking during the evening, but She did not bring it up, and so neither did I (I don’t want to encourage Her to cane me). We did actually go out last night, so there wasn’t much time to talk.

My cock actually gets hard at the thought of what She said. The thought that She really will, literally, whip me into shape – mould me into Her desire. God that would be so disgustingly selfish of Her. I love it. And it is so right. It is so what I want.

My cock is getting hard now just thinking about it. The thought that next time we have weekend guests or plans I will literally be running around full of fear, making sure the laundry is done properly and put away immediately, or I will be caned severely for it is soooo horny.

I am determined that I will not encourage Mistress to cane me at all. But I must report my hard ons to Her, and so have reported to Her that this memory has made me hard. Oh my goodness. The thought that She has decided to be stricter Herself, and will actually carry it through fills me with fear, excitement and dread – but makes my cock hard! I must be mad!

Needless to say I did all the laundry very efficiently yesterday, and put it all away before Mistress got home. She must have noticed.

What's that about?

Mistress Wife says:
hello u slave boy
Mistress Wife says:
wanted to quickly say that I am sorry I've been grouchy lately and instead of being grouchy with you when things are not right. I'll just have to train you better
Mistress Wife says:
I'll crack my whip and be a tougher mistress
Sub Hubby says:
Hmmm
Mistress Wife says:
what do you mean hmmmmm?
Sub Hubby says:
Well, I would say Thank You Mistress, but why say that to someone who is promising to thrash you?
Mistress Wife says:
thank me as it will make you a better slave so less thrashing in future
Mistress Wife says:
gotta run anyway, so talk later xx
Sub Hubby says:
Yes Mistress. Enjoy. Bye. xx

Queening it

Mistress had a pedicure yesterday, so did not get home in time to deal with me. So my arse stays soft another day – but I don’t like this waiting. I’d prefer to get it over and done with.

I think She is revelling in the power. Last night She was sat on the chaise lounge having just eaten and as I cleared away Her plate She told me to pass Her the magazines under the coffee table so She could browse them while I made Her tea and tidied up. Needless to say I did just that. Isn’t She the lucky one!

This morning Mistress did not let me lick Her arse, so our day started without the usual balance that reassures me. Maybe She will let me eat Her tonight.

The fear is here

On Thursday morning as we lay in bed Mistress drew my hard cock forward into Her! I was shocked! Delighted! I did my best to do as She said and not cum, freezing as I approached the edge, but I think I dribbled a few times. She then told me to bang hard into Her until I came, but by then my cock was too mixed up, and I was able to bang, but not to cum. How frustrating! A month since my last orgasm.

This weekend we had a house guest, which interfered with my usual laundry and dishes cycle. Mistress was furious and has sentenced me to 25 strokes for not doing the laundry properly, and 25 for not doing the dishes. We spoke about it this morning again and She is genuinely cross. The fear I wanted is here – I am terrified She is going to literally bust my ass! The fear is here and I don’t like it.

She had me eat Her to orgasm last night. This morning I offered to eat Her before I got out of bed. Often She does not allow me if She has cum the night before but this morning She did allow me to lick her tender, smooth arse. I did so as well as I could, hoping to attract some smidgen of mercy.

Mistress will be back from the gym soon. I will be surprised to sleep without a bleeding arse today.

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On the rack

Thursday night Mistress had had me stimulate Her with Her rabbit. She wrenched hard on both my nipples throughout the process, causing me real pain that She seamed to enjoy. Occasionally She slapped my face too, though not so hard as to hurt.

Mistress has never caused me pain so apparently for Her own pleasure before, and I was very pleased at this development. Three days later my nipples are still painful.

After a while She took the rabbit Herself and had me go down and like Her arse while She brought Herself off with the rabbit. It was a very dominant session.

Friday morning Mistress then punished me for not having offered to make Her tea.

She told me to go up and prepare myself, and told me to make sure I brought the big cane.

After Thursday’s bedroom violence I was a little worried, but to my surprise She gave me ten for not offering to make Her tea, and only 5 for disputing my entitlement to punishment. So I feel I got away lightly.

Friday morning Mistress had to run down to the utility room to get some clothes from the drying line – I forget exactly what – but I was fully expecting another 20 for causing Her to interact with laundry, so my overwhelming feeling at 15 was that I was getting away lightly.
That said, Mistress hit me harder than ever before, and my arse still sparkles today.

Friday night we had a bit of a blowout and I got very cross with and raised my voice to Mistress. As we went to bed She was fuming, and said She would be giving me ten strokes for that. She has never before sentenced me while angry, and I see this as a positive development.

She asked if I thought I deserved to be punished for my outburst, and I responded that I felt I should be punished if She thought I should be punished – I decided to follow jackie’s advice and not invite punishment on myself, but wait to see what happens.

In truth though my outburst was appalling and I do actually deserve a thorough thrashing for it. If I was to be honest with Mistress I would say that I deserve to be tied down and given some warm up strokes first – just to let Her work out how hard it is possible to hit my arse when trying to cause maximum pain.

Having established how hard She can do it, Mistress should then cane me at least as hard as that for as long as and until She absolutely believes that I have learned my lesson and will be more submissive in future.

I am struggling not to have this conversation with Her, but I do think She should decide how to discipline me and not have me tell Her what I think…

Offer! Offer! Offer!

As is well chronicled here (some would say obsessively!) every morning I offer to eat Mistress’ pussy or arse before getting out of bed to make Her tea. And every morning She chooses one or the other for me to eat – more often than not She chooses Her arse, but this morning She chose Her pussy. When She has had Her pleasure She orders me out of bed.

Mistress has never once ordered me down on Her in the morning – I have always offered – and She has only once ever said no.

Sometimes I debate whether to offer or not, but since She always accepts and enjoys it, and canes me less the more I eat Her, I don’t generally mess about – I offer every day.

Last night after support I learned a lesson about offering. Once Mistress and I were done with our food we sat back in the sitting room and chatted away about this and that. From time to time I nearly offered to make Her Her usual cups of peppermint tea and hot water, but the conversation was always racing, and I never actually got round to it.

Eventually, when the conversation paused, Mistress picked up the remote and fired up the telly. As She did, She said that She will cane me ten strokes for not offering to make Her tea.

I argued against this – She was driving the conversation; She had turned on the telly. If She wanted tea at any time, all She had to do was ask and I would jump, so why punish me for it?
Mistress condescended and agreed not to punish me, and I ran off to make Her tea.

By morning I could see the stupidity of my argument. If She felt punishment was due for not offering then of course that punishment was due.

So as we lay in bed, before I went down on Mistress, I offered up this view – with apologies, I was wrong and of course She was right and should indeed punish me.

Mistress had obviously had the same thought. She immediately agreed, and added that arguing otherwise was itself a punishable offence for which She would also cane me. I thanked Her for this wisdom, and apologised for my madness.

In choosing to ‘only’ give me ten, Mistress is recognising that She is going to use the ‘big daddy’ cane. If She were using the small one She’d have given me 20 or 30, so this is going to be bad for me – I’m sure She will give me at least another 10 if not 20 for disputing the punishment, so in all I’ll get 20 – 30 punishment strength strokes with the big daddy. My cock is both hard and soft with fear at the thought.

But the moral of the story is clear – I should have offered to get the tea before She asked. Of course I should – what do you think I’ll do today? I’ll offer of course. And that is the whole point.

And it was right to offer up to Her that She was right all along. I deserve to suffer for my stupidity, without which I will never learn.

Mistress wasted no time, stopping by today on Her way through to administer the punishment. But I was on a lengthy work call, and so She left without giving it, but it will obviously come soon.

I am lucky – my arse would be on fire now if I had not been on the ‘phone, but at least the waiting would be over. I don’t like the waiting.

Waiting

Luckily for me Mistress did not choose to instil fear in me yesterday, but we just relaxed and had a good time together.

I have observed before that this illustrates so well how She is a better person than me. Even with the opportunity of slavery and submission She still chooses to let me have fun rather then simply increasing my submission and service to Her, which is what I’d be tempted to do in Her place.

She has still never suggested to me what I should do to improve the quality of Her life (apart from make more money!) even after me asking three or four times. I guess She figures I have enough going on in my life without needing to be burdened by Her likes and dislikes. This is so generous of Her. Not many people would make that choice.

This morning I enjoyed my naked cuddle before we got up. I resolved not to offer to eat Her unless She asked, but as usual relented and offered. If I don’t offer, then I’m not putting Her first. She accepted, and I sucked and licked Her arse before getting out of bed.

Watching Her dress in the morning is such a pleasure – what a body. Hmmmm hmmmm!
It is nearly a month since I last came – inside Mistress without permission. We spoke about it this morning, and I observed to Mistress that if I had not cum in Her, it would have been 2 months! As I said, I used to cum every day!

She asked what I thought about that, and I replied that if it made Her at all happy then it was good for me, and that I did feel that not being allowed to cum made me a better submissive. She agreed that I am more submissive, and so should not, generally, be allowed to cum.

I wonder how long She will leave it. Will She allow me to cum more than 6 times a year? Less than 6 times? Maybe once or twice a year? I am grateful that She makes me even miss my orgasms, and in many ways, the longer I abstain at Her choice, the happier I am.

Fear

Mistress has just come home from Her pedicure. She is sat watching telly while Her nails dry.
I helped unpack Her Gym bag, took it up to our dressing room, put the dirty gym clothes in the laundry, made Her a cup of green tea and a yoghurt before excusing myself to come back to work.

She was being very dominant while telling me what to do – equally, I was being very submissive. I already fear Her, there is no point in not pretending I don’t and so attracting some canes.

I’m sure She has thought about whether or not to cane me this afternoon. I am equally sure that if She does then it will be designed to cause the fear we have talked about, and will probably be the hardest caning I have ever had. Oh my goodness. What have I wrought?

My 19th hole

Saturday morning Mistress kindly allowed me to go and play golf with my usual buddies. I tired after 9 holes (which has never happened to me before!) and decided to come home early.

I walked in the house to find all my girls going about their thing and gladly joined them.

The first thing I noticed on walking it was the huge pile of washing up on the sideboard. The dishwasher was on – Mistress must have put it on after I left for golf – I had loaded everything apart from Her team cup into it before I went.

Mistress had cooked and served lunch for all of them, and left me to do the washing up. In addition, the washing machine had run the was I fired off before I left, and last nights washing that I had hung out was dry. So I had to put away the dry clothes, hang out the wet ones, empty the dish washer and hand wash and put away all the other dishes.

Over the week I had been putting in a lot of work hours so also had not had time to do the hand wash garments which had build up, including a number of Mistresses lacy bras. So when I was done with the other stuff I did the hand wash too.

I happily got stuck in all these chores, quite glad I had left the golf course early, otherwise it would have been a struggle to find the time.

-0-

That night when we went to bed my cock was hard and Mistress asked me what I was thinking about.

I explained to Her that the longer I went without an orgasm the hornier I got, and the more submissive towards Her, and the more I wanted Her to dominate and hurt me.

I said that I was having two particular fantasies – one was that She started to punish me more – for any and all misdemeanours, even the most trivial, and that She punished me harder – more strokes of the cane and harder strokes of the cane. I explained to Her that the longer I went without orgasm, the more I wanted to fear Her, and that ideally the first emotion to cross my mind when I think of Her should be fear – not love or desire, but fear that She would choose to punish me.

Mistress was turned on by my confession, and had me finger Her pussy while I talked, writhing and squirming under my touch.

It is so true that over the past few days and weeks I have become obsessed with this fantasy of a more strict Mistress. I have read on a number of blogs about this trait that I share with so many other submissive men. Why do we always want more domination, when the Ladies do not want to be more dominant? I don’t know. But I had resolved not to burden Mistress with my fantasies of ‘more’, but then She did ask, so I told Her…

I asked Her if the idea turned Her on, and She said it did, and that it was right and good that I should I fear Her. I wonder though whether She will try to institute that fear in me. I hope not for my own sake!

The other fantasy to which I confessed is a horrible one. At present when Mistress canes me She ties me to the bed. I buckle ropes to my wrists and ankles, and Mistress slips them over our 4 poster bed (pictures at the bottom of the page). So once Mistress starts caning me, I can’t get up , turn round, cover myself or do anything other than squirm and cry until She releases me. At least this way I do not have to voluntarily lie there, which definitely makes it easier for me to take my punishment.

So I explained to Her that my other fantasy was that She started to train me to take my strokes without being tied down, and to do this She gave me one very hard stroke every day on my naked arse, kneeling unrestrained in front of Her. In my fantasy She continued to do this until I got used to it, and then graduated to two strokes a day and so on, until I finally got used to it and was able to kneel and take all my punishment without needing to be tied.

Mistress enjoyed listening to my fantasy, and said it was good for Her to know what I was thinking. She had me go down to eat Her, and even chose to take my cock into Her, although I was not allowed to cum – under threat of 30 strokes of the cane if I made the mistake of cumming in Her as I did in Atlanta 2o days ago – the last time I was allowed to penetrate Her and the last time I came.

So I did not cum, although my cock was so close to the edge. Mistress used my cock a few times this way, and then had me go down and lick Her arse while She wanked Herself to orgasm.
This morning when Mistress told me to get out of bed I did not immediately jump out, but She did not sentence me to any punishment – rather She warned me that She would give me 30 strokes if I did not get out, at which point I promptly did!

Girl's night out

Last night Mistress went out with a number of other girls. At about midnight She texted me to say that She was moving to a late pub with Her good buddy Amanda, and I replied that She should have fun, and if the guy in the corner hit on Her, to feel free to fuck him. At that stage I was exhausted and went up to bed.

Amanda used to feature quite a bit in our lives, as Mistresses close friend. There are a number of entries in this blog tagged with her name. Amanda is a bit of a naughty girl, and her and Mistress have enjoyed a number of wild nights out. Old and loyal readers (I hope there are some of you!) may recall that Mistress met the sportsman, Her last cuck fuck, when out one night with Amanda.

At about 1am Mistress texted me to say there were moving to Amanda’s flat, with some guy in tow that had hit on Her, but was not paying more attention to Amanda.

Cock hard, I went to sleep.

At 4am I was woken by sounds of Mistress moving about. I noticed the time and thought to myself ‘what has She been up to? She must have been fucking that guy at Amanda’s’. I immediately wondered whether there would be any sperm in Her, and whether or not I would soon be licking and sucking it out. My cock got hard and soft at the thought.

I woke up to talk to Mistress, but She said that they had thrown the guy out hours ago, and She had just been having a good time dancing and chatting with Amanda.

I didn’t know whether to believe Her or not. She could have been out fucking – there was no way I was going to know – all I could do was listen to what She says….

I did get to eat Her to orgasm before She went to sleep. There was defiantly no sperm in Her pussy. Neither was it wet like it gets if she has been playing with another girl. So I figure She was right – She was just having fun with Amanda.

I am so lucky that She lives a life where She can go out and fuck others if She wants to.
Mistress says Amanda had a bit more of her old sparkle in her, and is looking forward to going out with her again. This is good news for me, because She met Her last cuck fuck through Amanda, and so I can live in hope.

Horny

Having cum on Thursday morning before we got out of bed, Mistress was fealign horny again by the time we went to bed. I did think She might ride my cock, either to orgasm or not, because She mentioned in the day that She might use it soon, but She did not.

Rather, when we went to bed She sent me down to eat Her pussy and I brought Her to orgasm for the second time that day. It took ages, but I stayed down there and did my best, licking all Her juices clean afterwards.

So this morning when I offered to eat Her again She declined and we cuddled instead, my cock pressing hard against Her. But then She relented and allowed me to lick Her arse clean before getting out of bed – which I was keen to do so as not to get any canes today.

I luxuriated with Her arse for a while which She clearly enjoyed, and then went to make the tea.
Mistress stopped by on Her way to work, but did not cane me. Kissing arse helps!

She is looking hot today in tight jeans and a lovely skin tight top. I’d have attached a picture, but these arse holes at Yahoo have broken Yahoo photo’s so it doesn’t work any more, moved me over to flickr, and that doesn’t work either! They are useless!

Shall I shan't I?

I lay in bed this morning, my hard cock pressed against Mistress’ thigh, wondering whether or not to offer to eat Her pussy or arse before getting out of bed.

‘After all’, I figured, ‘She knows I’m here, and if She wants me to eat Her She can tell me to, so I won’t bother to offer.’

But then I also got to thinking, whenever I do offer, Mistress always says yes, so She obviously enjoys it or She’d say no, and tomorrow is Friday – there is a good risk She will want to cane me if I am not being submissive enough. Experience has shown me that I definitely get caned less the more arse I eat.

So I offered. She said yes. I ate arse. She came.

If I’m lucky I might avoid the cane tomorrow morning (which I shall offer again). Although I am happy to receive Her pain if it induces me to better submission and service to Her.

She chose to do it

Mistress came home and rushed through Her jobs in the mid afternoon. But She found time to stop long enough to cane me. I suggested that if She was busy, She could lecture me instead as there was no need to cane me, but She chose to do so.

She said I could have 15 today to remmind me who is in charge, or 20 on another day. I chose 15 today - she would have given me all 20, and probably harder, on another day so why go for that option?

They were fairly hard. But I am now errect pleased to have reason to serve Her better.

Feeling Dominant

A little more light has been shed on why Mistress left me to do all the work last night.

As we got into bed to go to sleep, She advised me that She was thinking of coming home to cane me some time the next day.

I asked why, and She responded ‘Because I can’. So it appears She is, quite simply, feeling dominant.

I submitted to Her that if that was what She wanted to do, then She must feel free to do it.

Careful what you wish for

After a busy weekend and a day out visiting friends we got home this evening and I had to pop out to buy some milk.

When I got back I was shocked to see all the dirty washing up still sat next to the sink waiting for me, the dinner waiting on the sideboard ready for me to prepare and cook, and Mistress in the lounge watching telly!

So I got to work. At last I am done. My weekend was a little longer than Hers!

It is already about 15 days since I last came, and Mistress is making no moves to do anything about it. Not so long ago She would never have let me go 15 days without an orgasm...

Ugly Betty

Tonight is the second night back in our own beds following our trip to Atlanta and already Mistress has come three times through my oral administration, whereas I have had only the pleasure of serving and dreaming – well, not quite fair because Mistress does allow me to handle my cock in Her presence, and rub it against Her as well, so I am in no place to complain; I am lucky.

When we woke this morning, after giving Mistress an anal tonguing and a play with Her Rabbit I got out of bed and made Mistress tea and breakfast in bed, and then went down to do the laundry (three machine loads since our return!) while Mistress watched Ugly Betty on TV in bed. I can’t stand Ugly Betty, and much enjoyed the privilege of serving Mistress doing house work while She enjoyed late morning telly in bed.

After I was done and returned to the bedroom I said to Mistress what a pleasure it had been to serve Her while She relaxed to which She agreed it would be nice if it happened more often. Opportunity knocks. I shall look out for it.

My cock is hard. I wonder if Mistress will let me eat Her again tonight. I do hope so.

Half Term

We’ve had a great half term in Atlanta with the kids visiting my sister-in-law. What a great place. I have really enjoyed it every time I’ve been there. The people are so polite. Everyone had a great time and we shopped for England!

The kids shared our bedroom which had a nice holiday feel to it, but obviously limited the opportunities I had to service Mistress.

On one occasion She had me finger Her to orgasm in bed and then allowed me to penetrate Her (this was exactly one month and a day since my last orgasm) and the pleasure was so intense that I came immediately – without permission.

Mistress did not notice my orgasm, and was surprised when I told Her, still in Her, that I had cum, saying that that was defiantly not part of Her plan. But She did not promise, offer or threaten to punish me for cumming without permission so I think I will be OK on that score.

We got back home this morning, jet lagged, had a shower and went to bed for a couple of hours.

As we woke, Mistress kindly allowed me to eat Her, choosing to have my attention directed to Her pussy, where I ate Her to an intense orgasm. I so love looking up at Her cum while I eat Her. It feels so great to be between those sexy legs. Such a privilege.

After She came She allowed me to lick and tongue Her arse briefly before sending me to wake the kids.

I am worried that having been away for a while She has not had opportunity to cane me, and will probably choose to do so the next opportunity She gets. This excites me on the one part, but also fills me with fear, because I am not sure She appreciates the power of the new, larger cane.

I raised this with Her after She had cum, saying to Her that I was wondering if there was anything I could or should do to try to avoid earning any strokes. She replied that I should immediately do as I am told without arguing, citing as an example the very comment I had made when we arrived this morning that if the kids new tights She bought in Atlanta needed hand washing then they should go back to the shop or in the bin.

Point made. I shall go and hand wash them today to show Her that She is in charge and gets what She wants. I fear that She will cane me anyway, but we shall see.

Limp: Thrashing

This morning my cock was soft as I cuddled up to Mistress in bed. I explained to Her that it is always soft on Fridays these days, as I fear the cane She will probably give me later that morning.

She confirmed that She is going to stop by and cane me this morning. I appealed that I have been a good submissive for Her in recent times, which She agreed to, but explained to me that She wants to cane me to remmind me. So I am for it. She'll be here in the next 10 to 15 minutes. I will present Her with the larger cane, because I beleive their is room for Her lessons to be more painful and effective.

Last night She had me tongue Her arse again, and allowed me penetration though only for Her pelasure. She has used my cock in Her cunt a few times this week, though without orgasm for me, and She continues to love having my tongue deep in Her arse.

I sit here soft in anticipation.

Talking to

Yesterday evening sat at the family dining table after dinner Mistress gave me a talking to about how long it took me to put the Landry away. For the second week running She had had to get Her own sports bra out of the laundry basket to get it ready for the next day.

My cock twitched. Was this going to lead to a caning? It didn’t get hard, I noticed. Just twitched.

I got a lecture about how poor I am in this area, and Mistress told me to improve. If She has to put anything away ever again then I get 25 strokes for it.

Clear.

This is the first time ever Mistress has calmly told me off in such detail and told me to do better. I hope it is the first of many.

I feel lucky not to have been caned for it, and shall make a point of putting the laundry away promptly in future, for I am sure She means what She says about future punishment.

Not having been caned last Friday, and having attracted this warning now, I suspect that the least I will get away with this week is some disciplinary strokes to keep me on my toes. Oh dear. My cock is hardening at the thought (plus it is ages – 10 days - since I last came!)

Choosing the hole

On Thursday morning I lay in bed feeling lazy. It was chilly out, and I had no particular desire to serve Mistress orally before getting out of bed. But the next day was Friday and if there is one day that Mistress usually canes me it is Friday, so I did the sensible thing and offered to eat humble pie.

‘If you would like me to eat Your pussy or arse, please just tell me, Mistress’ I said to Her as we lay together. She grunted.

Five minutes later Mistress rolled on to Her back and told me to go down and eat Her pussy. I thanked Her for the instruction and licked and sucked Her breasts on my way down. By the time I got there She had changed Her mind.

She rolled onto Her side and raised one leg to expose Her arse ‘Hmm’ She said, ‘Actually, lick my arse instead’. And of course I did, giving Her great joy.

I have licked and sucked Her arse most mornings in the last two weeks (including this morning) and it is now obviously Her oral service of choice.

In consequence, and I only speculate here for I do not know for sure, but I speculate that it is consequence of this that I am being caned less, because She is happy that I indicate my submission in this most submissive of ways and on a daily basis.

And so it was on Friday morning Mistress came home after dropping the girls in school and did not cane me, as She did not feel the need to do so.

Dripping

Last night Mistress had me go down and eat Her arse. I am getting good at this, even if I do say so myself. I have learned to suck it into softness, and then gently but firmly push my tongue in deeply, giving Her great pleasure. Hmmm. I did this and did my best.

She loved it! When I was done and came back up. Mistress told me She loved it so much She was wetter than She’d ever been. She put my fingers to Her pussy to feel, and She was dripping! The only time I have ever felt Her than wet is when playing with another sexy girl. I was very pleased with myself.

As a reward Mistress let me penetrate Her, although not to orgasm of course.
In the morning Mistress was kind enough to let me suck and tongue Her arse again, twice before I had to get out of bed.

Life is good (for me if not for the poor monks) and I am lucky.

Kissing Ass

As always after a thorough caning, I cuddle Mistress even more gently as we go to bed, sleep and then wake in the morning, and today was no exception.

As I snuggled into Her naked body about 6.00 this morning, 30 minutes before the alarm goes, I said ‘Please feel free to tell me to lick Your arse or pussy if You would like to, Mistress’, and She grunted back at me.

5 minutes later She told me to go down and lick Her arse, telling me to make sure She stayed covered in the meantime. She pulled Her knees up to Her boobs, curving Her arse nicely for me to get stuck in, and I did.

I pulled Her gorgeous globes apart, licked and sucked, managing to penetrate Her further with my tongue than I have ever done before. I really probed, pushed licked, seeking out the most rewarding sensations I could for Her lovely hole.

After about 5 or 10 minutes, when it was clear She was not going to cum this morning, I lay back up with Her, asking if I could cuddle again, to which She agreed. I apologised for coming back up without instructions to stop, and told Mistress I felt guilty, asking if She wanted me to go back down, but She told me to stay up and cuddle Her which I did.

I thanked Her, and offered to go back down just before getting out of bed, to kiss Her arse again. Shortly, She told me to go back down and I did, again managing to thrust my tongue deep into Her arse and really licking it out. Eventually She told me to get up out of bed. She kindly permitted me a short wank while fondling Her breast. As soon as I got to the edge I stopped and got out of bed, licking the pre-cum off my fingers as I went down to make Her tea.

What a lovely start to the day. I can’t imagine a better one.

Merciful Mistress

I attempted to sneak out to the shops this afternoon, but Mistress declared Her intention to give me my strokes. I immediately and humbly begged for mercy, observing that all bar one set of strokes due was for cumming, asking to cum or asking Mistress to touch my cock, and pointing out that I had not done that since Her declared intention to punish me for doing so.

The only other set due was for asking permission to wank without saying ‘please’, ‘thank You’ and ‘Mistress’ in which regard I had learned my lesson and always spoke very politely now.

Mistress asked for and then considered the written list of punishments due that I had been maintaining (on Her instruction).

She told me to go upstairs and present myself, and then She would decide what to do.
Cock soft, I did just that.

A few minutes later Mistress stood by my side, the lighter cane in Her hand (I did not have the balls to give Her the heavier one…).

Picking issues on the list She proceeded to cane me more strokes than I can remember, swinging the cane right up to touch the roof before whacking it down onto my arse. Occasionally prompting me to confirm how I would behave in the future.

All in, I think She ‘forgave’ me of 5 strokes. But when She was done with the punishments due, She then gave me five more strokes ‘because She could’.

My cock remained soft (although it is hard now, I must confess, recalling events).

She left me laying on the bed for a while as She went about Her business, before returning to release my arm and a leg, allowing me to free myself, thanking Her profusely.

I really should have offered Her the bigger cane.

More than I deserve

Last night when we got into bed my cock was big and hard. As I cuddled up to Mistress I explained to Her that I had been reading a story in which the submissive male was given disciplinary strokes both morning, to remind him to behave, and evening, to remind him he was the submissive, as well as any punishment strokes he earned.

I explained to Her that the idea turned me on. Not that I wanted Her to cane me more, but I felt it would be a good influence on my behaviour to be caned morning and evening, or more often, rather than waiting sometimes for weeks, between canings.

Mistress replied that She would be coming home today (Monday) during the day, and would give me all that was due to me then.

I thanked Her, and asked if She would like to return to our old regime of daily whippings in the evening, but She said She would not. Again, I thanked Her.

This talk of caning turned Mistress on, and She told me to go down and eat Her pussy. She actually told me to eat Her pussy, making it clear She wanted me there rather then on Her arse, and I went down with pleasure.

I licked, sucked and licked and brought Her to a grinding orgasm with great pleasure. When She had cum and had enough She raised Her leg to allow me access to Her arse hole which I licked, sucked and penetrated with my tongue, before She ordered me up to sleep.

I asked Her permission to have a quick wank which She allowed, and She in fact reached over and wanked my cock Herself. Terrified that She would cane me in exchange for playing with my cock I quickly thanked Her for touching my cock, told Her how marvellous it felt, but begged Her not to as I did not deserve such privilege or pleasure, and was not worthy of Her hand.
She agreed that I was not, but carried on wanking me anyway, which was wonderful. I kept thanking Her, and reminding Her that I was not worthy of such pleasure.

I let Her know as I came close to orgasm, terrified that She would make me cum and then punish me for it, but She chose instead to stop for which I thanked Her before we went to sleep.

Punished for cumming

This morning I drove in with Mistress to school as I’ve not been yet this term, and Mistress wanted me to drop Her off at work afterwards, as She is going out with the girls for lunch and wanted to eb able to enjoy a glass of wine without worrying about driving. I will go and pick Her up later as well.

So on the way back passed our house Mistress indicates to turn in, and I remind Her that we are going to Her office. She straightens up and drives passed the house, saying that it had been Her intention to stop off and cane me, but She guesses she’ll do that later, maybe tonight after the kids go to bed, or more likely, on Saturday after they go to bed. So, She says, I’ll have to lie there in complete silence while She canes me. She smiles. I don’t, but my cock tingles with fear.

I am puzzled why Mistress wants to cane me. She has promised me about 55 strokes that I have not yet received. All bar 15 of them are for cumming – and only once without permission – all other times She either permitted it, or told me to cum!

55 strokes is a long and painful experience. Already I cried for permission not to cum on Thursday morning, because I knew Mistress would cane me for doing so – but She pushed me over the edge and then calmly said She’d only give me ten strokes for cumming! But it’s ten on top of an existing 45! I’ll die!

I know I don’t deserve to cum, and that I deserve to suffer grossly if or when I do cum in Her presence, let alone in Her, but what am I to do? There is nothing I can do. I will just have to offer up my arse and feel the pain. And remember it next time and try to ensure that I do not provoke Her into giving me too many orgasms.

She chose Her arse again!

This morning I asked Mistress if She would like me to go down on Her before I got out of bed. My query drew an immediate response.

Would She like me to go down on Her arse, or Her pussy I asked. Another immediate response and seconds later I was licking Her arse.

I sucked, licked and pushed my tongue in, fingering Her as I did. This went on for a while, while She rubbed Her own clit and came to orgasm - the first time She has cum while I sucked Her arse. Wonderful.

After, Mistress made me penetrate Her and cum. I begged for mercy, saying I did not deserve to cum, but She said it was OK to do so, and She would only give me ten strokes for cumming. Sadly I came wildly deep into Her. I don't think She'll cane me for it, but there is no telling...

Feast

Saturday night in bed Mistress told me to go down and lick Her arse. This was the first time She has instructed me to pleasure Her in this way, and wow, did I feast!

I pushed my tongue deep into Her, sucked hard on Her arse, pulling it all into my mouth. She directed me to put a finger in Her pussy, and I licked and sucked at Her arse while fingering Her to orgasm. Another first. For Her to come as I lick Her arse.

My cock was rock hard as I ate Her, but She paid it no attention at all, and put us both to sleep once She had had Her pleasure.

It is two weeks tomorrow since I came accidentally over Mistress’ back. I wonder when She will permit me to cum again. I hope it is not anytime soon – I think it is so good for our relationship when She gets all the sexual pleasure.

Suggestions...

I thanked Mistress for not punishing me earlier today. She said She thought about doing it and decided to put it off 'till Monday!

I said I thought She had forgiven me, but She said no, though She said She would monitor my submission over the weekend and see....

Yesterday I reminded Mistress of my suggestion that if She has any areas in which I could improve in any way, then She need only tell me. She said She would, but to date has not made any suggestions.....

Phew!

Mistress came home at about 9 am.

We looked at some flight plans and a couple of other things and then She left for work without caning me.

It appears my submissive behaviour and attention to Her arse have earned me a reprieve of some sort.

TGI Friday? I don't think so!

Today is Friday. Traditionally this is the day of the week Mistress has chosen to deliver any punishment or discipline She has decided is due.

Mistress has just left to take the kids to school and will drive past the door on Her way to work in 30 minutes. What will She decide to do?

My cock was nice and hard in bed this morning, until I worked out it is Friday, when it became soft with fear. I cuddled Mistress gently and lovingly, and offered to go down and eat Her pussy and arse.

She kindly agreed and I lovingly licked and toyed with Her pussy, thought She chose not to cum – She said being left on the edge gave Her a better start for a horny day.

She raised Her leg and allowed me to tongue and lick Her lovely, ripe, delicate arse which I did for as long as She allowed. After I thanked Her for allowing me the privilege, told Her how I loved illustrating Her superiority over me by licking Her arse, and we cuddled again.

When She told me to get out of bed to make the tea I asked if She would like me to lick Her arse one more time and She agreed. I went down and sucked, licked and penetrated this haven before getting out of bed to make the tea.

I am hoping that my obvious submission to Her will be recognised and perhaps lead to some form of clemency. We shall see. If She does stop by then it is because She wants to influence me, and so I shall give Her the big cane.

Public shower

Today I was invited out for a game of golf at a course near me by my neighbour.

After the game we had to shower and change before lunch. The showers were open plan, so I had to stand facing my golfing buddy when naked, so as not to expose the stripes on my arse to him.

In the past this idea has turned Mistress on hugely – the thought of other guys seeing my stripes. It’s a good job She did not appreciate that I’d be in a public shower today, or She might have chosen to cut my arse earlier in the week.

The Waiting Game

Monday was not convenient for Mistress to cane me. Either She was out, or when She wanted to cane me I was making money, and we’ve got to stay on top of that. So I experienced a brief reprieve.

Tuesday morning the cleaning lady comes between 9 and 9.15 in the morning, so Mistress never canes me on a Tuesday morning. So imaging my surprise when Mistress drove in at 08:55. Had She come to cane me? Phew, apparently not, she had come to pay the cleaning lady.

I am not enjoying the suspense, and was considering asking Mistress to please give me the strokes due as soon as possible so that I can overcome the wait. But obviously it is not my place to tell Her when I would like Her to do things, so I have not done this.

This morning there is no cleaning lady. Mistress has just now left for school, and at about 9am, in 30 minutes, will drive back past our front door on Her way to work. Will She stop and cane me or not?

I decided to take out the big cane and offer Mistress both. I don’t even know if She remembers our chat about the bigger cane – She does not obsess about these things the way I do, and its not Her arse that has to fear!

So I shall offer Her both, and if She asks why I shall say that we talked about the bigger cane, and about how the more the punishment hurt, the more I would fear it, the more effective the threat of it would be – making me a better slave.

Certainly now, already, I cannot contemplate asking Mistress to play with my cock. Great pleasure that might me, but I could not bear the idea of earning myself another ten strokes for that pleasure!

Good morning

Well it’s Monday morning and Mistress has left to take the kids to school. Mistress does not work Monday, so its gym and a few other things for Her through the day.

Though She is normally busy, this leaves plenty of time for Her to come home and can me if She chooses to, and I fear She will. We shall see. My cock is nearly rigid with fear at the thought, but the terror in me is keeping it soft.

Back to School

Last Friday night my mum was round here having dinner, when She offered to pick the kids up at mid-day Saturday to take them to the library.

My cock went limp at the prospect. It would be the first opportunity Mistress would have had for some time to get me in the house alone, and give me the 45 canes She has said She intends to give.

I had decided not to give Mistress the new, heavier cane. But then I thought that was wrong. I should give Mistress the bigger cane, and should welcome the greater pane it lays on my arse, and the more effective the message She chooses to send in training me with it. So I shall give Her the bigger cane.

I have been in fear of these strokes for some time. The kids went back to school on Thursday, so Friday morning Mistress could have come home and caned me, but I had a golf lesson so was out as well.

I have been trying to be extra submissive in the hope that Mistress might relent and forgive me. In particular, since Mistress let me lick Her arse I have been offering to lick Her every morning in bed, pushing my tongue right it and sucking Her arsehole, which She clearly enjoys. I figure that is about one of the most submissive things I can do for Her.

But at the same time, at times I have been a little argumentative and inattentive – I think because I have cum so much in recent days. I definitely could behave more submissive to Mistress. I only hope She does not ask if I think I have been a good submissive. I could not lie, and would probably attract more strokes as a result.

Saturday morning my cock did not even get hard I was so scared of what would happen later.
Imagine my delight when Mistress got stuck into some school letters and did not get the time to cane me while the kids were out! Great.

But this morning Mistress asked me what strokes She owed me. I described the 45 She had said She wanted to give. Later I asked why she was asking, and She said because the kids were in school on Monday, and She could and would stop by and give them to me then.

On Monday I shall be reminded that I do not deserve to cum, even with permission, that I do not deserve to have Mistress’ hand play with my cock, that I must say ‘please’, ‘thank you’ and ‘Mistress’ when talking to Her, and never to cum without permission.

Oh dear!

Last night as we got into bed Mistress pushed my hand down to play with Her which I gladly did. Shortly She told me to go down on Her and I slid down to do my thing, taking Her to orgasm a little faster than is usual for Her.

Once She was done She kindly allowed me a brief period of insertion, but as She later ordered me out the stimulation was too much and I came loud and copiously all over Mistress’ back as I snuggled into Her.

As I got a cloth to wipe Mistress clean She mumbled, half asleep, that I had cum without permission and would be punished with ten strokes.

I certainly had come this time, no mistaking it. I’ve never had such a noisy orgasm in my life! Don’t know what came over me.

But I am sure that any strokes Mistress gives me for cumming without permission are going to be hard ones to make sure the lesson is learned. So I’ve decided I won’t give Her the bigger cane unless She asks for it. I am up to 45 now after all!

Spillage

This morning I got a little carried away with myself before I got out of bed, and little sperm spilled over me.

I quickly wiped it away with my hand and licked it off my fingers, and Mistress did not notice.

It was not a real orgasm, just a dribble, albeit a slightly substantial one, of what would have happened if I had carried on and had a proper wank.

My cock has been hard since, so I am happy that I did not actually cum, and Mistress is not going to feel any loss in my libido towards Her.

Perhaps She should not allow me, or I should not even, play with myself in the manner currently permitted?

Reminder

I'm always loosing pieces of paper and so like to use this blog to keep a record of any punishment I am due.

Mistress has said that if I ever leave out any strokes She has awared me then I will get them 5 times over! So I don't want to be doing that.

Despite having behaved fairly well recently I have managed to accrue 35 strokes as follows:-

In exchange for Mistress touching my cock - 10.

For being allowed to cum - 10

For asking permission to touch my cock without saying 'please', 'Mistress' and 'Thank You' - 15.

I am continuing to behave as well as I can. I don't want to be earning more than this in any one session, especially with the new, heavier cane.

Who's a lucky boy, then?

This morning I was doubly lucky when Mistress permitted me to go down on Her in bed before waking up, and again, after licking Her lovely pussy, raised Her legs and allowed me to tongue Her arse.

This time, as I rubbed her fantastic globes with my hands, I managed to get my tongue in quite a bit deeper, and lick and suck Her for a while before She told me to go and make the tea. I thanked Her profusely for another great start to the day.

The best possible start to the day and to the week

I woke fairly early this morning, and lay cuddling Mistress with my hard on pushing into the softness of Her gorgeous arse, may hands, as always, cupping and kneading her soft, tender breasts.

After hitting the snooze button She lay back on Her back and allowed me to go down on Her, telling me to go under the covers rather than exposing Her to the morning chill, which I gladly did.

I rejoiced in Her pussy as I licked and tongued. The pleasure of giving Her the memory of a morning blow job is a privilege indeed. I licked and probed and I continued to stroke and play with Her breasts.

Mistress chose not to cum this morning, and instead raised Her leg and told me I could lick Her arse! What a rare privilege indeed! I delightfully put my tongue to Her rosebud and licked as hard as I could around it, before pushing my tongue in as deep as it would go.

I lowered my hands to cup and stroke Her gorgeous arse cheeks as I licked at Her little hole, managing to rim my tongue all around it.

I was absolutely thrilled to be having this opportunity, and delighted at how long Mistress lay back, leg raised, permitting me this pleasure. It went on for ages, not just a cursory lick. I was in heaven!

Eventually Mistress had had enough, lowered Her leg, and told me to go and make tea.
I thanked Her for Her kindness in allowing me the pleasure of Her arse, and for being such a kind Mistress, and begged Her permission for a short wank while looking down on Her naked body, which She kindly agreed to. My morning was complete!

Later, as we drank our tea, I asked Her if She had enjoyed having me tongue Her rear. Imagine my joy when She said She had. “Yeah!” She said, “I loved it!” What great news. Hopefully I will be allowed this joy more often.

I am struggling with the idea of what to buy or give my Mistress as a thank You present for being the best, kindest Mistress in the whole world. Any suggestions welcome. My lead idea is a 23 year old stud, and I’m still working on that, but wonder whether She would have the time to enjoy it anyway!

Outing

It is interesting how dominant Mistress has become in front of the Kids. She has obviously decided that She is ‘outing’ our female lead relationship (‘FLR’) to them.

For my birthday this year She ordered off the web, and then gave me in front of them, a T shirt with the words ‘She is the BOSS’ emblazoned across the front. I wore it all day that day.
Apparently when She ordered the T shirt from Her computer in work, She had one of the secretaries take a look at the design to see if it looked OK. So She was obviously happy to out our FLR to her as well.

At any opportunity to do so She will tell the kids that She is in charge in our relationship without hesitation.

This morning as She lay in bed with them (they join us in bed for a drink of milk or juice that I bring them with our tea) I asked Mistress if She was ready for Her breakfast in bed, and if not, whether it was OK to come down and tinker on my computer. She replied that She was not ready for Her porridge yet. “You can go down now. Bring my porridge at 09:30!” She told me. No please. No request. An instruction, as the kids lay next to Her.

I am required to explicitly ask, using the word ‘please’, for permission to go and play golf if I ever want to play, and I have to do this in front of the kids quite often. “Sweetie (I don’t call Her Mistress unless we are in private) please can I go to play golf at 10:30 this morning?” I ask, in full hearing of anyone present.

I wonder how far this will go. It cannot go to far in my opinion. The more we reinforce to each other and those around us the stronger and better our FemDom relationship will be.

Last Night

Last night when we lay naked, me cuddling Mistress in bed, Mistress was kind enough to instruct that I go down on Her.

I started by sucking at Her lovely boobs, but She reached out to my head in frustration, placed Her hands on top of me and pushed me down to Her pussy where I applied the best of my ‘How To Eat Pussy’ knowledge.

Mistress delighted and was quite soon moaning and groaning – it is a few days since She last came. I experienced the usual rush that I feel as She shuddered to orgasm as I licked Her, gently sucking out all the juices that I could reach in and around Her warm pussy.

As She came down from Her high I moved my attention to Her arse and licked and probed at that, pushing my tongue as deep in as I could get it. My tongue couldn’t get very deep, but I did my best, relishing the submissive feeling that comes with this action.

Mistress did not allow me to tongue Her arse for long and said ‘Enough!’ folding Her legs up to close of my access. I climbed back up to lie with Her, my cock (Her cock really) large and throbbing.

I am not allowed to ask or offer to insert my cock into Mistress, but my cock was so hard last night that I decided to take the risk, and begged permission to insert it. Mistress kindly relented and allowed me to pump it into Her five times. She was warm and wet and I had no trouble penetrating Her. The five insertions came to pass very quickly. Mistress instructed me to pump a further ten times which worried me – this would take me close to orgasm I new. I did not want to cum for my pleasure, and I new that if I did I would be caned for doing so.
I stroked in and out carefully and the delight took me right up to the edge but I avoided cumming.

Mistress threw me out and instructed me to sleep, so I spooned in behind Her, my cock rubbing against Her arse, cupped Her breasts in my hands, and did my best to sleep, dry fucking Her as I did. Mistress allowed me in one or two more times before we finally did fall asleep.

This morning as I lay having my tea in bed I got to thinking. It is some time since I first offered my tongue as toilet paper for Mistress. She was originally excited at the idea, but has never taken me up on it, and indeed once instructed me not to talk about it as it was not a turn on for Her.

But if only I was allowed, in fact actually required, to lick Her arse and penetrate it with my tongue first thing every morning and last thing every night, no matter its state, as a clear symbol of Her superiority over me. What a joy that would be!

Hand job

When Mistress has clothes that need a hand wash She puts them in this container under my sink in our bathroom. I check the container periodically (daily) and wash whatever is in there by hand. It is a real privilege to wash her dainty bras in this way.

If I do not check it regularly enough, and do the washing within 24 hours of Mistress placing it there for me, then I am eligible to be punished for it. In fact I have never actually attracted punishment for this as I do actually do the washing fairly often.

I am of course also responsible for doing the main laundry in the washing machine which I seem to do every day or two at the most – I did one wash last night and another first thing this morning. I hang the clothes out to dry, and am also responsible for putting them all away in the wardrobes and cupboards. I don’t actually do any ironing as we send clothes that need ironing out to be ironed and pay for that service.

I hate putting clothes away, especially the kids clothes as I don’t know whos is whos and can never work out where it all belongs, even though I have been doing it for so long.

Yesterday I noticed that while I was busy doing something else Mistress had put away two baskets of laundry for me. I thanked Her for doing that. I figured I better thank Her for it rather than pretend I didn’t notice and perhaps get punished for that.

Mistress said She had not yet decided whether or not to punish me for letting Her put the laundry away (I really should have done it a day earlier…) but so far so good. But this really is an area where I should improve.

Talking of which, Mistress has not yet identified any areas of improvement for me to target and I will have to wait and see what happens.

Snippets

Dinner last Friday night was great, and our morning lie in with the kids away at their Grandma’s was a rare luxury.

Mistress did not have time to cane me and get ready for dinner, so I was lucky enough to go for dinner without any pain.

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Saturday morning after I had made Mistress Her tea in bed we were discussing what to do for the rest of the day. Mistress announced that in the morning I would be sexually satisfying Her, and receiving my strokes. She asked me which I would like first.

I replied that I would like then in whatever order gave Her most pleasure and was delighted when She chose to cane me first. This made me very pleased, at the thought that She presumably chose to cane me first because doing so whet Her sexual appetitite, making the sex that would follow more pleasurable for Her. I certainly hope so. If caning me makes my Mistress sexually excited then She is likely to do it more often and harder, and that has to be good for my submissive development.

So I got out of bed, bucked on my wrist and ankle restraints and lay back on our four poster. Mistress looped the ropes over the posts and I was restrained, naked bum up, at Her pleasure.
I pleaded for mercy before hand, promising Mistress that I would be a better slave for Her, and that the caning was not necessary, but She would have none of it, and laid into me.

I shouted, cried and begged for mercy through each of the fourty or so strokes that followed, but Mistress did not relent, applying each of them diligently, and making me apologise for each shortcoming before and after its related punishment. Eventually, hollering for mercy and drivelling, my ordeal came to and end, following which Mistress released me.

She instructed me to go and get Her rabbit, and then told me how to apply this, my mouth and fingers to Her to bring Her to multiple orgasms. Eventually this too was through and we got up, showered and went for a bike ride out to a pub for lunch. Needless to say I had not cum. I did not resent this as I actually think it is right that Mistress should be the only one to experience direct pleasure from any sex with me.

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Sunday night watching telly my cock was hard, and I asked Mistress’ permission to take it out and play with it, which She kindly gave. I stroked gently as we watched and talked telly, delighted at the rare occurrence of exposing myself to Her downstairs, and most grateful for the opportunity to do so.

The excitement got to me and I decided to ask Mistress to please lay Her hand on my cock, touch, feel and play with it. She thought about my request and then reached forward to do so, telling me as She did that I would get ten strokes in exchange for the proviledge. By the time She told me this Her hand was on my cock, and the pleasure so intense that I was fine with the exchange, in heaven as I was.

Mistress played with me stroking my cock about 7 or 8 times before letting go and telling me to put it away which I of course did.

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Later than night in bed Mistress was rampant and had me eat and penetrate Her multiple times. Interestingly it was She that rode me – I was never on top. I notified Her whenever I approached orgasm and She stopped, but eventually She rode me to orgasm deep inside Her, not exactly giving me permission to cum, but causing me to do so Herself. Once I had cum She informed me I would get another ten strokes in exchange for cumming, for which I thanked Her.

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The next morning my cock was hard again in bed and I asked Mistress for permission to touch and play with it which She gave. But as I started to play She pointed out that I had not said please, or thank you, or even called Her Mistress. For this, She said, I would get another 15.

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My behaviour since my last canning has been good. Mistress has been canning me hard, and even thought She has granted me two orgasms in the last ten days or so I have been appropriately submissive most of the time, and so have avoided all bar the 35 strokes awarded described above.

As I write Mistress is out dropping the kids off at a friends house to play, and so there is a good chance She will return and give me the 35 I am due this afternoon. Ouch. My arse is still a little sore from the last lot…

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This morning I was in the shower when Mistress spoke to me. We have a fairly noisy power shower and it is difficult to hear Her through the noise and I thought how irritating it was. If there was one thing I would change about my Mistress, I thought, it would be to get Her to stop talking to me from far away when there is so much background noise that I have no chance of hearing! It drives me nuts!

But this got me immediately thinking – who am I to wish change on Her? There must be many things I do that drive Her nuts and those things need working on.

As I dried myself of I put the idea to Her – suggesting that perhaps She should periodically set me goals to change things about me that She wanted to change to make me a better slave, submissive and husband. To improve the quality of Her life. If She did, I pointed out, She could punish me for failing to make any changes, and Her life would surely improve.

My cock rose as I sold Her the idea, which She immediately agreed to.

I suggested She could set these goals periodically, say once a week, or whenever She wanted, and She agreed to think about it.

I do not know whether She will in fact ever set me any goals, but I hope She does, and that in doing so She causes me to loose any habits that irritate Her.

Racking them up

On the evening of 11 August, the day Mistress last gave me strokes, She was extra dominant. I think applying all those canes to my arse had got Her juices flowing…

That night I earned another 10 for not calling Her Mistress when talking to Her, and for ‘arguing’ with Her (as she called it) about whether or not She had asked me to call the window cleaner. All I had done was say to Her that She had not asked me to call the window cleaner, when She recalled that She had.

These and another ten I received a few days ago. All bigger cutting strokes than Mistress has applied in the past.

Monday morning Mistress was kind enough to let me eat Her to orgasm before we got out of bed. I do love it when I get to send Her off on Her day with a morning orgasm.

It was nearly three weeks since I had last cum and my cock was big and hard. She had me kneel up over Her and wanked me. I alerted Her to my proximity to orgasm and before She let go I came over Her belly. She pumped me dry and then told me to lick Her clean which I did. She then informed me I would get ten strokes for being allowed to cum.

I don’t think Mistress has really decided to let me cum, but She does so enjoy watching and controlling my orgasms that She sometimes lets it happen.

The next day we were choosing chocolates out of a selection and Mistress tried to persuade me to eat dark chocolate, telling me I would like it. I do not like dark chocolate, and I cannot for the life of me understand why She should insist that I would like it. I do not like it. So to prove the point I took all 4 of the remaining dark chocolates out of the box and stuffed them in my mouth in front of Her. As I chewed them I confirmed that I was tasting them, and as expected and advised I actually did not like them. Did She now accept that I did not like them and knew I did not like them?

Mistress was not impressed with my behaviour. She told me this morning that I will get 20 for that little outburst. I am so grateful to Her for this, because I really should know better than to throw a petty strop for Her.

Coming only a day after Mistress allowed me to cum, and with me not having behaved so badly since Mistress last allowed me to cum, I am pretty sure that Mistress has connected the two and that She will be much less reluctant to permit orgasms in the future. And I have to say that I feel this is right. The fact of the matter is that though I should behave well all the time, I do in fact behave much better if I have not cum.

So as things stand I am currently due 40.

• 10 for forgetting to take the mince out the freezer when told to


• 10 for being allowed to cum


• 20 for shovelling the chocolate

After my last strokes I felt that my arse did not experience enough pain. I have a larger golf shaft cut down to a cane than the one Mistress uses it, and I am contemplating offering it to Her so that my punishments hurt more and have greater effect on me, but I’m wondering whether to do this. She might see it as criticism of Her caning style and at the time they do actually hurt! I just think the pain should linger clearly for a day or two afterwards as well, to make sure the lesson rubs well in.

The kids are going to my mums for a sleep over tonight, so Mistress told me this morning I would get my canes before we go out for dinner with friends this evening, or tomorrow morning when we wake up – She will decide. I suspect it will be tomorrow, unless Mistress wants me in a humble mood for dinner this evening.

We are going out with Her friend Amanda and Mistress normally like me very submissive in her presence, so anything could happen, as She said.

She did come back

Mistress did come back. Unannounced. I was applying teak oil to the garden furniture when I heard Her moving inside the house. It was a few minutes before She came out and instructed me to go upstairs and present myself for strokes.

I closed all the bedroom windows. Our neighbours are quite far away, but I didn’t want them to hear me screaming.

I begged Mistress for mercy, promising to be a good submissive whether She caned me or not, but She went ahead and caned me. She reviewed the list of offences and ticked them off as She applied the cane. I had to repeat after Her what each sentence was for, and count the strokes out as She applied them. Although at times it was too much for me to count and I just screamed and shouted.

But I was worried that if I didn’t count them, She might not count them, and then I’d end up getting more, so I tried really hard to count them.

Around mid point She drew blood (for the first time in the history of our caning). She paused and examined it, got a tissue and wiped it, and then carried on applying the cane – at least another 30 even after drawing blood. Again She got a tissue, wiped me and carried on, spreading Her strokes high and low to diffuse the impact. The high ones were a killer.
Mistress was merciful and did not give me the full 90 strokes I was due. I’m not sure how many in total She did give me – I think about 70 or so.

Afterwards I thanked Her as She told me to be careful not to earn any more – particularly in the holidays when they have to mount up in this way.

As we walked downstairs I begged for the opportunity to kiss her pussy to say thank you, but She declined, saying She would chose when I got to kiss Her pussy, not me.

As I kissed Her goodbye as She was leaving it got to Her and lamented, tugging off Her shorts and sitting back in the family room, permitting me to go down on Her. I gratefully did and a few minutes later She had a shattering orgasm before going back to pick up the kids.

I am grateful that She allowed me to show my gratitude in this way. It re-affirms Her right to punish me and enjoy pleasure, even while I suffer. My cock did not get hard as I prepared myself, received my strokes or ate Her pussy, which is right, because it’s not about me.