<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522</id><updated>2012-01-17T20:25:28.849Z</updated><title type='text'>sub hubby</title><subtitle type='html'>Happily married submissive to my gorgeous Mistress Wife. Living 24/7 FemDom since July 2004 and looking to grow every day in my submission to Her. This blog contains adult content. If you are under 18, or might be offended, I suggest you go elsewhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>527</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6537738386945782376</id><published>2011-09-16T10:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:21:26.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Cuckolding Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBExZZzh_gg/TnMVAOpvcUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/DGhQ_G1ZS74/s1600/party%2Bgirls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBExZZzh_gg/TnMVAOpvcUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/DGhQ_G1ZS74/s320/party%2Bgirls.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652885050957459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since my last update – much has happened in that time, and much has stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got back from holiday just over a week ago, Mistress and Dave have been texting each other every day, all through the day.  Sometimes they have sex, and sometime – often – they just talk.  It is all this talk that I don’t get – they are intimate. Too intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are due to meet up at a London hotel next week for a fuck, and She’s looking forward to it. They don’t fuck that much – usually they play in his car, and he just gets to cum in Her mouth, so She’s really looking forward to a few hours in a hotel room with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Friday) She’s going to go out with Her girlfriend Amanda and another girl.  She told me about their plans yesterday. I replied to say that I don’t like it when She goes out with Amanda – She ends up coming home in the wee hours of the morning after fucking other guys, and is hung over and of little use all the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a bit upset, and said She won’t fuck anyone else or drink too much – but She’s not happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog post She has never done a performance review for me, nor punished or disciplined me for anything. I continue to serve Her, but there is no FemDom discipline or punishment in our life (and so, I’d argue, no FemDom in our lives – except of course the constant cuckolding with Dave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy with this.  I don’t like the cuckolding without the other aspects of FemDom.  When I said to Her that She ends up fucking other guys it should have gone like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: But of course I end up fucking other guys.  You are a submissive wimp who can’t fuck me properly so what do you expect me to do? Go without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. I guess You should go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Exactly. Silly boy. And don’t I deserve to party, dance and have fun with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Of course You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Good.  Of course I do.  You are completely out of order suggesting otherwise.  Before you go to bed tonight I want 1,000 lines ‘Because I am a submissive wimp that is not able to satisfy my Mistress sexually, it is only right that She go out and find other men to fuck Her properly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: And when we go to bed tonight you are to present yourself for punishment strokes for questioning my right to fuck other men and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s just my fantasy. No matter how many times I tell Her She just doesn’t get it. I’m thinking of officially putting the boot into the current (non existent) FemDom relationship we have, and ‘normalise’ things – including loosing the cuckolding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6537738386945782376?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6537738386945782376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6537738386945782376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6537738386945782376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6537738386945782376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/09/confusing-cuckolding-continues.html' title='Confusing Cuckolding Continues'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBExZZzh_gg/TnMVAOpvcUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/DGhQ_G1ZS74/s72-c/party%2Bgirls.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3245110971988874449</id><published>2011-06-02T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:17:09.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I could get upset…</title><content type='html'>I could get upset that She’s not been in touch with me – I probably am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a part of me remembers that She chose to put my cock in Her pussy this morning and let me cum in Her, and I wonder what I have to be jealous about. Then I get upset again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3245110971988874449?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3245110971988874449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3245110971988874449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3245110971988874449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3245110971988874449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-could-get-upset.html' title='I could get upset…'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7323640929595215139</id><published>2011-06-02T15:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:07:45.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOvpea5V5uk/TeeZD_R88bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/7vww6Swlmbo/s1600/chessington_ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOvpea5V5uk/TeeZD_R88bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/7vww6Swlmbo/s320/chessington_ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613623754346000818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s taken the kids to an amusement park for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s not texted or called to say they’ve arrived OK. I’ve not heard from Her at all.  But I can see that She’s exchanged three emails with Dave from Her iPhone since She got there, so texting me would have been very easy had She wanted to …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7323640929595215139?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7323640929595215139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7323640929595215139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7323640929595215139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7323640929595215139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-out.html' title='Day out'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOvpea5V5uk/TeeZD_R88bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/7vww6Swlmbo/s72-c/chessington_ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8126975368465931356</id><published>2011-05-24T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:47:26.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment due</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went out, and had a silly argument on the way back.  I got very annoyed and rude to Mistress.  I have done that a couple of times recently. I think that because of the cuckolding I feel very insecure and less able to take criticism from Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time She has handled it differently, and said She will cane me for my behaviour.  I think She is looking forward to giving me probably the hardest caning She has ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when the cleaning lady was here, I commented that if She wanted, we could go upstairs and I could eat Her arse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“More likely give you the canes you are getting,” She said.  She really wants this.  My cock is hard with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viagra poll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Last day to vote in the Viagra poll. Then I shall act on advice received… Vote now if you haven’t done so already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8126975368465931356?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8126975368465931356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8126975368465931356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8126975368465931356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8126975368465931356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/punishment-due.html' title='Punishment due'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8309432104756769672</id><published>2011-05-24T07:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:08:57.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No arse today</title><content type='html'>Mistress did not ask me to lick Her arse this morning.  I really wanted to, but I decided not to offer, but to simply be there for Her, and lick it only if She asked – but She didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dilemma in life – to offer/ask or not to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s why She likes to have alpha males in Her life – because they don’t hesitate. They take. And She likes that from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8309432104756769672?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8309432104756769672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8309432104756769672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8309432104756769672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8309432104756769672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-arse-today.html' title='No arse today'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7707182434248503783</id><published>2011-05-19T09:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:38:22.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To submit and to serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm-q4Hy4Ju0/TdTWaU6ww4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ELuOGvJMFjo/s1600/Light%2BSwitch.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm-q4Hy4Ju0/TdTWaU6ww4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ELuOGvJMFjo/s320/Light%2BSwitch.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608343183763227522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress has not used the review forms or the cane for some time now – apart from some disciplinary strokes about a week ago, 'just to put me in my place'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this intensely frustrating and difficult.  After some time of not being told what to do, not being punished for any insubordination, I think to myself: “If I’m not serving Her and submitting to Her,” (read: being punished) “then why aren’t I allowed to fuck Her as well?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we get into the discussions about why She doesn’t wan’t me to fuck Her properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always said to Her, the only basis for being a cuckold submissive is that She is the dominant and I the submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I have tried to be different: I have said to myself “This is how She has chosen to live, so support Her decision. Don’t question it. Live with it.  If She chooses not to punish you, but to kiss You instead, then be glad of it. Continue to serve Her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what I’ve tried to do. And by and large its gone reasonably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning in bed Mistress said “Lick my arse!” No preamble. Just that. She has never been that blunt.  So I did. I licked it to the best of my ability. She clearly loved it, moaning as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, when She called ‘enough’, She told me to go and made tea. No sexual hint for me. Just go and make tea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got out of bed She told me that She would cane me for not dimming the lights when She asked me to last night. “When I ask you to do something like that I don’t need your attitude,” She said, “You should just do it.”  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She told me to start to submit the review form to Her every day, so She could use it to ‘manage that sort of behaviour’ better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I showered later my cock got hard.  She wants me to not fuck Her properly, ever again (“get that right out of your mind”), She wants me to encourage and support Her fucking other men (She picked up a one night stand about a month ago, and sucked and fucked him) and She wants me to submit and serve Her ‘without attitude’.  Fucking perfect.  THAT is exactly where I want to be. And not just to be, but to manifestly be. A complete wimp cuckold submissive who serves Her, submits to Her and comes second to Her in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7707182434248503783?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7707182434248503783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7707182434248503783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7707182434248503783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7707182434248503783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-submit-and-to-serve.html' title='To submit and to serve'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm-q4Hy4Ju0/TdTWaU6ww4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ELuOGvJMFjo/s72-c/Light%2BSwitch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5633137221300920178</id><published>2011-05-18T11:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:23:42.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to simplify our relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JO_RcyFJQYE/TdOdQgLCNlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UkpaMsOZn9o/s1600/Viagra.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JO_RcyFJQYE/TdOdQgLCNlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UkpaMsOZn9o/s320/Viagra.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607998867846084178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  It has its complications, and I am trying to simplify them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago a friend came round with some viagra.  I don’t need the stuff – my cock is always rock hard – but hell, a man wants to try a permanent hard on, right?  So I got one from him.  It’s in my draw upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what shall I do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mistress why She does not ask me to fuck Her properly (because then I could use the viagra, and fuck Her for 3 hours like David used to do) but She doesn’t want this. “You love fucking other guys so much, why not me’” I asked Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are my submissive wimp husband, and I love you for that.  I don’t want you to fuck me properly now or ever. Just forget that. Put it out of your mind,” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That was a difficult pill to swallow – and no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my viagra is still in the drawer upstairs.  I’m actually toying with the idea of offering it to Her to use with one of Her boyfriends. Or throwing it away. But that would be like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I could ask Her what to do with it.   I could say to Her. ‘I have this viagra tab (She knows I got it). You don’t want me to fuck You properly, so what shall I do with it, shall I throw it away?” and see what She says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I could just throw it away and not trouble Her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to do the best submissive thing to do.  But I’d also love to enjoy a bottle of wine together and bang Her all night with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Take the poll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5633137221300920178?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5633137221300920178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5633137221300920178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5633137221300920178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5633137221300920178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/trying-to-simplify-our-relationship.html' title='Trying to simplify our relationship'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JO_RcyFJQYE/TdOdQgLCNlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UkpaMsOZn9o/s72-c/Viagra.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7125059907448551677</id><published>2011-04-28T16:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:20:01.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is time for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QFIpQPsH3g/TbmFik8HS5I/AAAAAAAAA34/J4ORBPRSVVg/s1600/value%2Bof%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QFIpQPsH3g/TbmFik8HS5I/AAAAAAAAA34/J4ORBPRSVVg/s320/value%2Bof%2Btime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600654440689781650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent that email (below) to Mistress this morning – I had tried to talk to Her about it but neither of us could find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s been very busy – late nights and early mornings at work, including today.  So She texted me at mid day to say She’s been really busy all day (read too busy to read and deal with my email).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s just called me now on Her way out the office  - to go and meet Dave for a 45 minute glass of wine. She’s still not had time to read my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you make of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won’t tell me to my face that I come second in some of these things – in fact to my face She’ll strenuously and convincingly deny that that is the case – but Her actions speak much louder than words/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7125059907448551677?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7125059907448551677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7125059907448551677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7125059907448551677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7125059907448551677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-time-for.html' title='What is time for?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QFIpQPsH3g/TbmFik8HS5I/AAAAAAAAA34/J4ORBPRSVVg/s72-c/value%2Bof%2Btime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2499335180619841596</id><published>2011-04-28T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:19:02.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For You not us (An open letter to Mistress)</title><content type='html'>My Darling Mistress Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Your BlackBerry Messenger last night after You went to bed because I was jealous about what he was saying to You at that time of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I told You I read it because the BBM is ‘for us’, but I don’t think that it actually is for us, nor should that be the case – I think that You see him because I am sexually inadequate and don’t fulfil Your needs, and that he is for You and not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should agree that he is Your boyfriend not ours, and that I should be jealous of him (and of any other man You choose to see) because You are seeing them as sexual men because of my inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times You say things that suggest to me that You don’t actually believe this.  For example yesterday when You discerned that I was concerned about You going out with Amanda again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be that You don’t believe in my submissive, sexual inadequacy in quite the way I do.  In that case, I would like to understand what You do believe in so that I can understand and accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should both work harder to confirm, establish and build on my submissive, supportive role in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if You want to go out with Amanda, have sex with other men, see Dave, then we should agree that You do so because of my sexual inadequacy and that I should both accept and actively support Your decision to do so, humbly and without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if or when I do not actively support, accept and encourage Your decisions (on cuckolding or any matter) then You should point this out to me, confirm Your expectations, and punish me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think You should feel obliged to share any aspect or details of Your external relationships with me, unless You choose to do so – either to humiliate or excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the only opinion I should be entitled to have about Your pursuit of sexual fulfilment outside of our marriage is to accept that You rightly seek it because of my own sexual inadequacy, and I should accept and encourage whatever decisions You make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2499335180619841596?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2499335180619841596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2499335180619841596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2499335180619841596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2499335180619841596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-you-not-us-open-letter-to-mistress.html' title='For You not us (An open letter to Mistress)'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-419373682053330600</id><published>2011-04-05T17:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:14:23.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed Her</title><content type='html'>I kissed Her a few days ago, a number of times.  She started by returning my kiss as a peck, but I stayed in for more and kissed Her again and again. It was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time neither of us said anything about me not being allowed to….But last night She said that She would never give me a “deep” kiss again, so apparently She held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who voted in the poll.  Sadly Blogger polls don’t work properly – because a few days ago 7 people had voted, and last time I looked it showed only 5 people having voted. Naught Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Mistress the cock torture video a few days ago. She was not enthralled – thought it was too long repeating the same thing.  But then this morning She held my balls and threatened to beet them as She laughed and talked about the video ‘I must start to practice and learn to be that ruthless with you”, She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a world of conflicts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-419373682053330600?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/419373682053330600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=419373682053330600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/419373682053330600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/419373682053330600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-kissed-her.html' title='I kissed Her'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-461944878877818559</id><published>2011-03-29T08:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:51:45.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>French Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7m1ITU5yoC0/TZGOrLLl-HI/AAAAAAAAA3w/dQAM6nmlJ8M/s1600/French%2BKiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7m1ITU5yoC0/TZGOrLLl-HI/AAAAAAAAA3w/dQAM6nmlJ8M/s320/French%2BKiss.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589405484930431090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/wifes-boyfriend"&gt;this story &lt;/a&gt;so much that I sent it on to Mistress who read it while having Her hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it to – so much so that She emailed me back about it – She pointed out that the story is so like us, and boyfriend is  even called David! A point I had missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke about it last night after I had eaten Her to orgasm and was putting my cock into Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that She particularly liked that the husband was not allowed to kiss his wife on the lips.  She said that her Dave was a better kisser than me, and that only he should be allowed to kiss Her properly and put his tongue in Her mouth – I should limit myself to a peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy kissing Her ‘properly’ some times, so it will be interesting to see how this develops.  Clearly She will not be initiating any french kisses with me, but how will She respond if and when I try to kiss Her?  Will I try to kiss Her like that again, knowing that She does not want me to?  Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Should I try to French kiss Her? Please take the poll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-461944878877818559?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/461944878877818559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=461944878877818559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/461944878877818559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/461944878877818559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/french-kiss.html' title='French Kiss'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7m1ITU5yoC0/TZGOrLLl-HI/AAAAAAAAA3w/dQAM6nmlJ8M/s72-c/French%2BKiss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5255321716303233533</id><published>2011-03-28T12:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:35:31.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJgADghiTqY/TZCorUQMd-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/KwR_63ur0G8/s1600/look%2Bgood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJgADghiTqY/TZCorUQMd-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/KwR_63ur0G8/s200/look%2Bgood.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589152599691261922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a good example of Mistress’ intimacy with Dave (‘Kamwani’ is the nick name we use for him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends Her a BBM saying how good She looks, and She sends this back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of conversation does not take place with a casual fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a far more intimate exchange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5255321716303233533?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5255321716303233533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5255321716303233533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5255321716303233533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5255321716303233533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/intimacy.html' title='Intimacy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJgADghiTqY/TZCorUQMd-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/KwR_63ur0G8/s72-c/look%2Bgood.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7829010434981145767</id><published>2011-03-24T16:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:08:41.136Z</updated><title type='text'>No confusion</title><content type='html'>This morning Mistress ordered me down to lick Her arse before we got out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with a gentle penetration, gradually getting deeper, before licking around and tongue fucking Her as deeply as I could for about ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did, I thought of how Dave inserts his fingers in to Her arse (which I am not allowed to do) and how he talks about (although he has not yet done so) fucking Her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When She went out with David, he never once fucked Her without using all 3 holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I licked as I thought these thoughts – glad of the opportunity to tongue fuck Her, but wondering at the splendour of fucking Her arse properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When She had had enough She order me up and told me to wank myself.  As I did She said to me “I am looking forward to meeting my boyfriend later today for our date.  I will suck his cock and he will cum in my mouth, but I am not even going to wank your cock – you’ve got to wank it yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ That’s not confusing is it?” She asked.  “I suck his real man cock, and you wank your own wimp cock.  There’s no confusion there is there?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grunted as I quickly came all over myself and was ordered out of bed to make the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s with him now – they’ve just met up to ‘play’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7829010434981145767?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7829010434981145767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7829010434981145767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7829010434981145767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7829010434981145767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-confusion.html' title='No confusion'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5325495396514974558</id><published>2011-03-21T09:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:44:15.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend kink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZS7lFx4OwA/TYcb98gfEfI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ibNT_gNL0AM/s1600/Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZS7lFx4OwA/TYcb98gfEfI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ibNT_gNL0AM/s200/Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586464613804741106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was surfing round the cuckold stories on Literotica, as I often do, when I found &lt;a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=102023&amp;page=submissions"&gt;this new author&lt;/a&gt; and read &lt;a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/whos-first-boyfriend-or-husband"&gt;this great story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! My cock got so hard at the thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I told Mistress about the extreme kink I had been reading – She never reads the stories, but makes me tell Her exactly what it is that I read that turned me on!  God, the humiliation of telling Her how turned on I become at these women who cuckold their men to firmly is more than I can bear! And it turns Her on so much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me tell Her while we were in bed, before sending me down to eat Her pussy.  God it was so kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fantasy of openly coming sexually second to Her boyfriend.  Not sure how I’d deal with the reality though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5325495396514974558?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5325495396514974558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5325495396514974558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5325495396514974558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5325495396514974558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-kink.html' title='Weekend kink'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZS7lFx4OwA/TYcb98gfEfI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ibNT_gNL0AM/s72-c/Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-299652077231621611</id><published>2011-03-16T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:43:10.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>Thank you for your feedback and forbearance while Mistress and I deal with our issues.  We have discussed them and agreed a way forward. I will drip the details through over time  - I am so busy with work and chasing a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress’ desire is to live a FemDom life where I am in service to and submissive to Her.  She is not doing this for me. She is going it for Herself and for us – it is Her preferred form of relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress does not think sucking my cock is a suitable act for a Dominant to do to Her submissive, and so She does not intent to ever suck my cock again. That is why She has Dave, because he is an alpha male who can dominate Her and who’s cock She can enjoy sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever talk about Her sucking my cock again I will be punished for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mistress told me to wash Her crotchless tights and have them dry ready for this morning. I questioned the need for this since they are crotchless and so cannot be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I am to be punished with 10 strokes of the cane. In future I am to obey Her instructions without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress will continue to cuckold me because (a) She enjoys it, and (b) She enjoys the way it humiliates and dominates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuckold cock is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-299652077231621611?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/299652077231621611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=299652077231621611' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/299652077231621611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/299652077231621611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2835187357410476702</id><published>2011-03-10T14:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:36:33.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Re: Confusion</title><content type='html'>Yes, You have said that a number of times. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But saying it once or twice, and then not sucking my cock, and sucking his at every opportunity, and loving doing it, and never reinforcing that you are my Dom, that I am Your sub and what You expect of me, leaves me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think You can say it often enough, or clearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, for example, it gave You pleasure to dominate and humiliate me by asking me if I want You to suck my cock, and punishing me if I said yes, then I would see where I fitted in as Your submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You do not in fact enjoy doing this, and that’s why I suggested using the review form – to help reinforce my sexual humility to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t understand that You want to be my Dom then all I understand is that his cock gets sucked and mine does not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you clarified this confusion by saying that you will NEVER suck my cock again, and caned me thoroughly for even talking about it, then I would know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I and my fantasies are too extreme – which you have also said before…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2835187357410476702?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2835187357410476702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2835187357410476702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2835187357410476702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2835187357410476702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/re-confusion.html' title='Re: Confusion'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1156284124342955837</id><published>2011-03-10T14:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:05:03.204Z</updated><title type='text'>It’s not about You…</title><content type='html'>It occurs to me from my letter below that I am being very critical of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously very one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my intention to be critical of You. The fault is quite probably all mine – perhaps I am not actually cut out to accept another man in Your life, and no matter what You do, I will never truly accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1156284124342955837?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1156284124342955837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1156284124342955837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1156284124342955837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1156284124342955837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-about-you.html' title='It’s not about You…'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3709042323601612955</id><published>2011-03-10T14:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:04:37.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Her reply</title><content type='html'>I have read your email. A lot to respond to will have to wait. But if I may just one. I think part of the problem is that you forget what we discuss and so we keep going round in circles every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg, in regards to the cock sucking. I have explicitly told u many times that the reason I don't do it is because I do not consider it a Dom thing to do it to my submissive and therefore I wont! Where is the confusion and complication with that? How much clearer can I be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get to work now. Talk later xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3709042323601612955?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3709042323601612955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3709042323601612955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3709042323601612955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3709042323601612955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/her-reply.html' title='Her reply'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7082452474997573967</id><published>2011-03-10T12:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:38:08.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jz6yJ_aex8/TXjF8dWvcMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/pYTbRWlRyZw/s1600/Pub%2BKiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jz6yJ_aex8/TXjF8dWvcMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/pYTbRWlRyZw/s200/Pub%2BKiss.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582429380588564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When You came back from Your date and told me he had cum in Your mouth I was jealous.  He always gets to cum in Your mouth, and You never even put my cock in Your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Your submissive I do not expect to be allowed to put my cock in Your mouth – in fact, as You know, I think I should be punished for even thinking such a dominant thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t actually know what You think about the matter.  Why don’t You want to put my cock in Your mouth, when You can’t get enough of his – every time You meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps You do want to put my cock in Your mouth – in which case – if there is any chance of that – then please do so, because I would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You never talk to me about it – You never tell me why You suck his cock so much and never suck mine, so I don’t know.  Because I don’t know, I think maybe You do want to suck my cock, but You just don’t do it because You think I want to live as your submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not the case. If You want to such my cock then I want You to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You told me in a loving, dominant, humiliating way that You loved sucking his cock, and that You would never suck mine, then I would know where I stand. But You don’t do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If You told me that You loved humiliating me and dominating me by sucking his cock and then telling me all about it, then I would know where I stand, but You don’t do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do sometimes say that You don’t want to suck my cock, but You never say why, and You don’t say it very often, and so I feel confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always agreed that You would find other men to give You the alpha male sex that I no longer provided – but I get the feeling that You are in denial over that – and You don’t want to remind me that I am not a proper alpha male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do say that You love having me as Your submissive, but You don’t say it very often – You don’t remind me that I am Your submissive – and so I get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do say You like having me as a submissive, and You like humiliating me, but You very rarely dominate me or humiliate me (directly – you do it indirectly – eg by telling me he came in Your mouth – but you very rarely do it directly) and so I wonder whether You really feel this way, or whether our FemDom relationship is a convenience that You humour to make me/us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel that you pursue the FemDom relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I suggested the review form – to give us both an opportunity to constantly or regularly remind ourselves of our FemDom relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said You liked the idea, and told me to draw up the form, and I did so.  But You did not make any suggestions of what You want to see on the form – all the ideas on it are mine, so I am still left very confused about what You actually want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do want some things – for example, You wanted me to go down and check for Your tights the other day – so You can’t say You don’t want anything – You do want things of me – but You won’t say what they are, so I get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would only say ‘You should have gone down to get my tights and You didn’t so I am going to punish you for it’, and then actually punish me for it, then we’d both know exactly where we stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I want You to punish me – not at all – but I want You to dominate me 100% make me submit to Your will so that we are both clear where we stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissing in the pub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see couples kissing in the pub (and I have seen a few recently – not just the couple yesterday) I see them ravishing each other, and I imagine You doing that with Dave, and I get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to You about it, You tried to circumvent it.  I believe this is because You are embarrassed about it and reluctant to admit (to yourself as much as me) how much You enjoy ravishing him in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I see You in denial in this way, I get confused. Why are You in denial? If You think it is wrong to ravish him and not me, then why do You do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You said to me ‘I love ravishing him like that, it makes my cunt wet just thinking about it’, then I would know where I stand, but You don’t do this – instead You deny it by tryign to talk round it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You said You don’t do that with me because I am Your submissive, not Your man, then I would be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leading on our relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be the one making suggestions about our FemDom relationship – I don’t see how that can work.  Our relationship should be defined by You, not by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I chose not to have this conversation with You – because if You want to suck his cock and not mine, then that’s Your choice. If You want to kiss and cuddle him in the pub and not me, then that’s Your choice too.  If you don’t want to dominate and humiliate me, then that is certainly Your choice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving me out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when You make all those choices – choosing to kiss him and not me, to suck him and not me, and to not dominate or humiliate me, as You have done, where does that leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves me as the one that is not kissed, not given blow jobs, not dominated, not humiliated.  Apparently loved – because I believe You love me – but how and in what capacity, I don’t know or understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Licking Your arse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t have a sore lip, then I could offer to lick Your arse every morning – at least when You allow me to do that I do that I feel that You are dominating me – even if only by allowing me to humiliate myself.  But as You know, for a few days I have not even been able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You don’t want to dominate me then I wish You’d just say so, so that we could be clear.  I’d be happy to put all the FemDom stuff behind us and live a normal life if that’s what You want.  I’d love to cuddle and kiss You in the pub and cum in Your mouth. But how do I know what You want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to be me ‘demanding’ FemDom of You, and I’m not comfortable with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBM and information access&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told You about my fantasy of not being allowed access to Your BBM, and not being allowed to ask about Your dates, it was not that I don’t like these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the humiliation and excitement of hearing about Your dates and reading Your BBM. So it’s not that that excited me – it’s the thought of You choosing to do that to me – choosing to dominate me by choosing to shut me out in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how we resolve this.  I genuinely don’t think You want the FemDom relationship I do – that’s why when things get this way I say: Let’s end the FemDom and th cuckolding and just live a normal life together – at least then I will have You – and that’s what I want more than anything, I won’t be jealous and I won’t be confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7082452474997573967?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7082452474997573967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7082452474997573967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7082452474997573967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7082452474997573967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jz6yJ_aex8/TXjF8dWvcMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/pYTbRWlRyZw/s72-c/Pub%2BKiss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8083500102112952865</id><published>2011-03-08T20:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:31:14.909Z</updated><title type='text'>More oral sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8EM-mtThf4/TXaR_g-9-RI/AAAAAAAAA2g/MTsxhS-QzCg/s1600/bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8EM-mtThf4/TXaR_g-9-RI/AAAAAAAAA2g/MTsxhS-QzCg/s200/bw.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581809308544137490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress and Dave had another date today. They left work early and drove to a discrete pub for a couple of drinks.  There was some touching and kissing in the pub, and after an hour of chat he suggested they move out to his car to ‘play’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did so and he played with Her cunt before She went down on him and sucked him to orgasm.  He came in Her mouth and She swallowed half and gave him half back (! That’s what they do!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When She came home She told me about it and gave ma a big, spunk tasting kiss as may part of the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has come in Her mouth more times than I can count, and I’ve not had so much as a lick in 2011. She’s getting it from him, why would She want it from me as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8083500102112952865?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8083500102112952865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8083500102112952865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8083500102112952865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8083500102112952865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-oral-sex.html' title='More oral sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8EM-mtThf4/TXaR_g-9-RI/AAAAAAAAA2g/MTsxhS-QzCg/s72-c/bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4715314973959362063</id><published>2011-03-07T10:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:51:31.222Z</updated><title type='text'>School run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nq8bdbQj8/TXS4o7ATcUI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E2gwZ9uCM5w/s1600/school%2Brun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nq8bdbQj8/TXS4o7ATcUI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E2gwZ9uCM5w/s200/school%2Brun.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581288851392131394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;08:40 and Mistress has just dropped the kids at School. She walks back to Her car, reaches for Her handbag and sends Dave a text. Every day. Without fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4715314973959362063?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4715314973959362063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4715314973959362063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4715314973959362063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4715314973959362063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-run.html' title='School run'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nq8bdbQj8/TXS4o7ATcUI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E2gwZ9uCM5w/s72-c/school%2Brun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5349734270798072190</id><published>2011-03-04T11:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:56:40.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Gagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpXlurkEy40/TXDTE2e154I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wzyiwv3arM0/s1600/Gagging.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpXlurkEy40/TXDTE2e154I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wzyiwv3arM0/s400/Gagging.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580192018609858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mistress was on Her last date with Dave they got a late train back from London.  When they got to our station at about 11 at night, they went off to a dark corner of the car park to do what they call ‘playing’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no knickers on – he had told Her to remove them much earlier in the day.  He lifted Her dress to above Her tits and played with Her, including pushing his finger up Her arse – an area I am not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pushed Her to Her knees, held Her head and fucked Her mouth and throat.  As he fucked Her She gagged, but he help Her head tight and carried on fucking Her mouth until he came.  She told me it turned Her on so much that he just kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday She sent him a text fantasy (over 2 hour period of intense BBM sex they had yesterday) – ‘You are holding my head, fucking my mouth, making me gag, but ignoring me and just carrying on fucking. I love it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this on my arrival home in the evening, and became slightly jealous, but I didn’t say anything to Her.  But this morning, as She got me to fuck Her She told me She had noticed, and told me that She would cane me for it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You should not get jealous of what I say to him. He is my alpha male and I love it when I encourage him and he does those things to me.  You are my wimp submissive. You don’t do those things to me, and so there is no reason for you to be jealous!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I came deep inside Her as She told me these terrible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me to complete the preparation of my review form by Sunday evening, or be punished for that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5349734270798072190?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5349734270798072190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5349734270798072190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5349734270798072190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5349734270798072190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/gagging.html' title='Gagging'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpXlurkEy40/TXDTE2e154I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wzyiwv3arM0/s72-c/Gagging.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2563962219332202500</id><published>2011-03-03T14:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:37:26.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Simply sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJi3vsO7XZE/TW-nWL_V7kI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eedTCl-wNIw/s1600/Simply%2Bsex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJi3vsO7XZE/TW-nWL_V7kI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eedTCl-wNIw/s400/Simply%2Bsex.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579862462952762946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night as I lay in bed waiting for Mistress to join me, my cock, as usual, got hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how nice it would be like ‘in the old days’ for Her to kneel naked between my open legs and play with my cock, sucking it, and making me cum, either wanking me, or better still make me cum in Her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wouldn’t happen – She is very clear that She does not want to do that sort of thing with me – though goodness knows She does it to Dave enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She would only put it in Her mouth, I thought, but She has not done that this year, even though I eat Her pussy and/or Her arse every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock got even harder ( I call it the cuckold hard on) at the thought of Her doing these things with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress got into bed and cuddled up to me, feeling my hard on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed her lovely, naked arse back into my cock and said ‘You better just put it in me. I haven’t got the energy for anything else’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered Her a little and then fucked Her. Straight forward sex. I didn’t have to eat Her pussy, no kinky talk, just fucking.  That’s all we did – just fuck – nothing kinky. But it was brilliant.  I came in Her so hard – still thinking of Her and Dave, and She too moaned with Her pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.  And the simplest sex we’ve had for ages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely warm, tight cunt She has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2563962219332202500?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2563962219332202500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2563962219332202500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2563962219332202500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2563962219332202500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/simply-sex.html' title='Simply sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJi3vsO7XZE/TW-nWL_V7kI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eedTCl-wNIw/s72-c/Simply%2Bsex.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1035463466808282804</id><published>2011-03-02T14:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:07:29.309Z</updated><title type='text'>More information than I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ5wO17Y41E/TW5PFfHkc2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/VT0S2kxP0E4/s1600/REview.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ5wO17Y41E/TW5PFfHkc2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/VT0S2kxP0E4/s400/REview.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579483944029811554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress just texted me to say that She was going for coffee with Dave at the end of the working day, via the lift (for a snog) if possible on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is more information than I need, or than is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their last tryst, Mistress has taken to telling me all about their conversations during the day – before I get to read Her BBM in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example on Monday when I was on the golf course, She texted me to tell me that She was putting the laundry away while lying to him that She was wanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does She tell me these things? I think so that I am not shocked, surprised or disappointed when I do get to read them later in Her BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still find it stressful to read Her texts to him ‘God you make my cunt so so so wet’, or ‘I wish we were playing in the pub’, or now – that they are going for a snog and coffee this evening.  Surely I’m better off not knowing – then I can’t get hurt by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d say that its supposed to be fun, and that I’m supposed to enjoy it – but I read Her crack every day, and I do so never to enjoy it, but to see what they have said – to check if there is anything I should be jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways I would prefer it if we both accepted that I am the submissive cuckold and not entitled to participate in any way in Her sexual or personal relationships which are purely for Her pleasure due to my sexual inadequacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1035463466808282804?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1035463466808282804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1035463466808282804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1035463466808282804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1035463466808282804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-information-than-i-need.html' title='More information than I need'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ5wO17Y41E/TW5PFfHkc2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/VT0S2kxP0E4/s72-c/REview.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6732905637144742141</id><published>2011-03-02T14:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:06:44.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-WthjkhIDc/TW5O4EVRtMI/AAAAAAAAA14/rBKW3DrPIhs/s1600/Roma%2B01%2B208.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-WthjkhIDc/TW5O4EVRtMI/AAAAAAAAA14/rBKW3DrPIhs/s400/Roma%2B01%2B208.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579483713501246658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our performance review conversation Mistress was particularly turned on.  That night She sent me down to eat Her pussy, and soon got me back up.  Reaching for Her vibrator She told me to describe to Her how the performance review system should work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to prepare a proper review form to be used in the process, wanking Herself furiously while She did so. I asked if it turned Her on, and She said it did – the idea of having all that control, and getting what She wants.  She came hugely, and then told me to fuck Her which I gladly did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6732905637144742141?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6732905637144742141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6732905637144742141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6732905637144742141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6732905637144742141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-WthjkhIDc/TW5O4EVRtMI/AAAAAAAAA14/rBKW3DrPIhs/s72-c/Roma%2B01%2B208.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1607757245471483113</id><published>2011-02-28T12:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:07:20.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Performance review meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIItrNsg7eA/TWuP5brtanI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7PaAPIiG-0Y/s1600/initiation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIItrNsg7eA/TWuP5brtanI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7PaAPIiG-0Y/s200/initiation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578710780274895474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a great believer in communication – whenever Mistress and I talk, really talk, our relationship gets stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, and because I am sure I am not the perfect submissive, this morning I suggested to Mistress that if She wanted to improve my service to Her then, if She wants, we could have weekly performance review meetings in which we considered my submission over the previous week, appraised it and set goals for the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that, to confirm my status in the relationship, it might be best if I were to strip naked and kneel before Her for the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned whether or not the review might best be tied in or linked to a disciplinary session with the cane – I suggested to Her that it did not have to be, but that where She felt that desirable the two could, of course, be linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress said She liked my idea, and that we should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope She does seize on this initiative.  I would love to have clear, submissive objective set for me to serve Her better, to have them reviewed and appraised, and to be clearly punished for delivery that fails to meet the required standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like the idea that I kneel naked for the review – I think dehumanising me in this way would help Her appreciate Her authority, and me appreciate my submissive role, and so lead as both to a higher level of expectation in our FemDom life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave it to Her to actually pursue or dump as an idea, since She is in charge.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1607757245471483113?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1607757245471483113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1607757245471483113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1607757245471483113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1607757245471483113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/performance-review-meeting.html' title='Performance review meeting'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIItrNsg7eA/TWuP5brtanI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7PaAPIiG-0Y/s72-c/initiation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8183295235684304987</id><published>2011-02-23T14:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:51:59.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Kissing in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRQbaOdwzVc/TWUe8QglT4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/49e4cTpLVR8/s1600/Kissing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcity.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRQbaOdwzVc/TWUe8QglT4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/49e4cTpLVR8/s320/Kissing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcity.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576897734140841858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any minute now they’ll be out of their meeting and off for a few hours fun in the City. They will kiss and hug like the lovers they are.  Touch, smile and flirt. She will touch his cock, and he Her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will admire Her legs, Her short dress, Her lips and Her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night She’ll come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I‘ll be sat here at my desk working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8183295235684304987?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8183295235684304987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8183295235684304987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8183295235684304987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8183295235684304987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/kissing-in-city.html' title='Kissing in the City'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRQbaOdwzVc/TWUe8QglT4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/49e4cTpLVR8/s72-c/Kissing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcity.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8405315963845997054</id><published>2011-02-23T09:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:01:01.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwr9xbyDpfw/TWTadDVfQqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P69SyKux4XE/s1600/Big%2BBen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwr9xbyDpfw/TWTadDVfQqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P69SyKux4XE/s200/Big%2BBen.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576822431238013602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress is off for Her trip to London today. Work a bit then fun with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanked me as She talked to me this morning (after getting me to lick Her arse) tellign me that She has no idea what time She will be back, and that if I exhibit the slightest sign of jealousy She will give me 40 strokes of the cane and make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are just a wimp, and he is my alpha male, so I am just going to get what I deserve, and you will be ok”, She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the taxi to the station She sent this text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5sg5O_6VfM/TWTayUJfsbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/kNVRrTu6dAI/s1600/harsh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5sg5O_6VfM/TWTayUJfsbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/kNVRrTu6dAI/s400/harsh.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576822796528366002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8405315963845997054?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8405315963845997054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8405315963845997054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8405315963845997054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8405315963845997054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-out.html' title='Day out'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwr9xbyDpfw/TWTadDVfQqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P69SyKux4XE/s72-c/Big%2BBen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6355093228264177427</id><published>2011-02-22T12:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:18:01.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Pull your tits out</title><content type='html'>“When I see you in the office I just want to yank your shirt up and pull your tits out”, said Dave in a BBM to Mistress this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I want to get under your desk and suck your cock”, She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are at work together now, eying each other up and sharing those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against that background, and knowing that they are cracking away, She texts me the occasional hug, kiss and love you emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does She send them because She loves me, or because She worries I’ll go nuts when I see how much contact they’ve had when She’s not been in touch with me all day?  It’s a damn tricky situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6355093228264177427?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6355093228264177427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6355093228264177427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6355093228264177427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6355093228264177427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/pull-your-tits-out.html' title='Pull your tits out'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-751483160488234772</id><published>2011-02-22T10:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:39:50.308Z</updated><title type='text'>Chilli and crack, porridge and crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gr5IeR-nFVs/TWOSbsS43-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/6rMedfOE8O8/s1600/chilli.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gr5IeR-nFVs/TWOSbsS43-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/6rMedfOE8O8/s400/chilli.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576461768059314146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a friend round for dinner – Chilli and rice, one of Mistress’ favourites.  She is such a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the company and the conversation, and then Dave reared his head on BBM, and Mistress cracked with him solidly for about an hour of BBM sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in bed I asked if I could do anything to please Her and as usual She had me go down and lick Her arse, which I did to the best of my ability, tongue fucking Her gently but firmly, and swirling and teasing my tongue around Her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When She told me to stop I asked for permission to wank.  She said I could, but that I should not have asked – ‘If I wanted you to wank I would have told you to wank’ – so She told me to make a record of a punishment due to me for asking.  Well, at least I know not to ask again.  I offered not to wank, but She told me I would be caned anyway, so I might as well wank. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up Dave was up and the crack started. Sex this, sex that, they cracked endlessly while I made Her porridge and She got ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an insatiable appetitive for BBM sex with him. It is constant and explicit. I would be jealous, but I don’t offer Her the same thing, so that would be a little pointless…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-751483160488234772?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/751483160488234772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=751483160488234772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/751483160488234772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/751483160488234772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/chilli-and-crack-porridge-and-crack.html' title='Chilli and crack, porridge and crack'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gr5IeR-nFVs/TWOSbsS43-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/6rMedfOE8O8/s72-c/chilli.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7139456769586543183</id><published>2011-02-21T14:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:07:09.435Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXEnSwDBL4/TWJxgXz_55I/AAAAAAAAA1A/duOKhWEQFUE/s1600/Sex%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpub.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXEnSwDBL4/TWJxgXz_55I/AAAAAAAAA1A/duOKhWEQFUE/s320/Sex%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpub.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576144089599960978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Mistress and Dave are off to London for the day again.  A one hour meeting provides the excuse they both need to legitimise a day out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll go to their usual pub, he’ll no doubt cum in Her hand, and then cum in Her mouth again in the train on the way home…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7139456769586543183?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7139456769586543183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7139456769586543183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7139456769586543183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7139456769586543183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex-in-city.html' title='Sex in the City'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXEnSwDBL4/TWJxgXz_55I/AAAAAAAAA1A/duOKhWEQFUE/s72-c/Sex%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpub.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6148551511947271467</id><published>2011-02-18T18:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:14:17.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cYmZ651qmY/TV62ub2cK_I/AAAAAAAAA04/iemYCgmAXjE/s1600/car%2Bkeys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cYmZ651qmY/TV62ub2cK_I/AAAAAAAAA04/iemYCgmAXjE/s320/car%2Bkeys.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575094297597586418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is a feeling I have quite often these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress says this is ‘silly’ and that I ‘have no reason to be jealous’ because it is me and only me that She loves, and that ‘have’ Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all day every day he is never far from Her thoughts, and this makes me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, after I asked to submit to Her and became a submissive lover, I suggested to Her that She should find an alpha male, a boyfriend She could fuck, who would give Her the alpha male loving that She still wanted, and that I no longer offered or gave Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I said to Her, I always thought that the cuckold relationship would be a Femdom one – where if I felt jealous She laughed at me, and pointed out that the only reason She had another man was because I was unable to fulfil Her, so what did I have to be jealous of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But She does not do this. Instead She tells me it is me She loves, She is not talking to him much, and that I have nothing to be jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that for me to tell Her that ‘I thought it would be more FemDom’ is like giving someone a car and keys, and saying it is theirs, but then when they turn left at the end of the road saying you thought they were going to turn right and asking for it back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s right, really. It’s a good illustration of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I don’t offer Her what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their last date, for example, they drove to a neighbouring town for the afternoon in his car. As soon as She got in, he got Her to lift Her dress, pull Her knickers to one side, pull Her pussy lips open, and he played with Her as they drove down the road. I just don’t take that sort of alpha make line with Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took his cock out in the car and played with it as they drove – I would never ask Her to do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells Her to kneel on all fours and pull Her arse and pussy open for him to eat. I could never do or get away with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I suggested the cuckold lifestyle.  So why do I get jelous?  It’s silly – I should not – it is obvious She cares for a love me, more so than any wife of any couple we know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says She love me more because I support Her cuckold relationship. I believe it. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be jealous. But at times I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As She caned me yesterday – harder than She has ever done before - Mistress said that next time I am jealous She will make me ask Her to cane me harder… Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6148551511947271467?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6148551511947271467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6148551511947271467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6148551511947271467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6148551511947271467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cYmZ651qmY/TV62ub2cK_I/AAAAAAAAA04/iemYCgmAXjE/s72-c/car%2Bkeys.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5634030222308420051</id><published>2011-02-18T16:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:39:00.112Z</updated><title type='text'>Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0tMc92uijI/TV6gagYxykI/AAAAAAAAA0w/SucD1pj24t4/s1600/Sahara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0tMc92uijI/TV6gagYxykI/AAAAAAAAA0w/SucD1pj24t4/s200/Sahara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575069765962156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take a trip abroad for a few days, to visit my ailing father.  It was good to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was away I hated the thought that Mistress was back here flirting and having sex with Dave.  I told Her this by text while I was away. She replied that She was not talking to him much, and to not worry, but to focus on having a good time with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress has had me lick Her arse every morning since. And has let me penetrate Her almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night She chose to give me 20 hard strokes of the cane, to help me deal with my jealousy, and to remind me of the nature of our relationship. Then I ate Her to orgasm and we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Dave was out with the boys from the office. They got to talking as men do, and he reported back to Her that the consensus was that She was the sexiest woman in the office.  Of course that made Her happy – and made me realise how lucky I am to have Her – whatever that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning She had BBM sex with Dave while She had Her tea in bed. Eventually he came, and the day started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5634030222308420051?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5634030222308420051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5634030222308420051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5634030222308420051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5634030222308420051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/abroad.html' title='Abroad'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0tMc92uijI/TV6gagYxykI/AAAAAAAAA0w/SucD1pj24t4/s72-c/Sahara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1750339705073954723</id><published>2011-02-07T09:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:34:05.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Mid week lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TU-8ZCsflrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ku1BoXrgyDE/s1600/midweek.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TU-8ZCsflrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ku1BoXrgyDE/s200/midweek.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570878402486834866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday evening, despite having been to the forest, Mistress and Dave took the lift down as they left the office so that that could kiss each other goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much it for the weekend – very little contact between them at all – a short, intimate message or two every day, but nothing more than that.  Apparently he had family coming for the weekend, and obviously wanted to spend time with them – and so he should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we’re back to Monday, and the crackberry started at 7:20 and didn’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to have a place for Mistress – weekdays, from first thing in the morning to last thing at night.  But not weekends, generally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1750339705073954723?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1750339705073954723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1750339705073954723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1750339705073954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1750339705073954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/mid-week-lover.html' title='Mid week lover'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TU-8ZCsflrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ku1BoXrgyDE/s72-c/midweek.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7559276405673608871</id><published>2011-02-04T12:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:58:41.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Driving into the forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUv3iL02kUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pv-DTHULGU8/s1600/car%2Bfun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUv3iL02kUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pv-DTHULGU8/s400/car%2Bfun.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569817530835833154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress just called me from Her car. She is driving into the forest for fun with Dave.  Apparently he left the office 5 minutes before Her in his car, then She followed on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is on Her way to a place where She can have Her wicked way with his cock, and get him to cum in Her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has not sucked my cock once this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock is not hard at the thought of Her fun, but I am glad She will enjoy it. She is clearly very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7559276405673608871?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7559276405673608871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7559276405673608871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7559276405673608871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7559276405673608871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/driving-into-forest.html' title='Driving into the forest'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUv3iL02kUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pv-DTHULGU8/s72-c/car%2Bfun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4393987986768257530</id><published>2011-02-04T11:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:34:37.557Z</updated><title type='text'>Final fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvkKLumBwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4E97aYwAGFY/s1600/Wallpaper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvkKLumBwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4E97aYwAGFY/s400/Wallpaper.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569796227771795202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress was pleased I shared my submissive fantasies with Her – She said She likes it because it helps Her understand me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Her as She drove in to work, and shared my final submissive sentiment of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work from home on the computer all day.  I use an ap called DisplayFusion to cause my wallpaper across both my monitors to change every few minutes through the day.  I only display porn – hard core and softcore porn, all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I explained to Mistress, when I see the images of men with their cocks deep inside incredibly sexy chicks arses or mouths, I immediately think ‘Wow! Look at that – that’s what real men do with their women – imagine if I could do that! But I can’t’.  It makes me think of Her – She is a woman who loves that sort of activity, but who has chosen not to pursue such activities with me, but to pursue them instead with other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing other men do these acts causes me pain, envy and longing, but also makes me feel submissive and lucky to have a Mistress who does enjoy those activities, and is able to find other, real men to pursue them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason I genuinely do not feel worthy of committing such masculine acts on Mistress or any woman.  I feel it would be wrong for me to do so – such acts are wrong for me – they might be great fun, and very desirable, but they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed on the phone with me – that I as a wimp who does not deserve to engage in such acts. She said it made Her pussy wet to think that I was such a wimp and did not deserve the right to commit such acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on Her way in to work, in a tiny, short skirt and open crotch tights, going to drive into the forest today to play with Dave and make him cum in Her mouth. He always cums in Her mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4393987986768257530?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4393987986768257530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4393987986768257530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4393987986768257530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4393987986768257530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/final-fantasy.html' title='Final fantasy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvkKLumBwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4E97aYwAGFY/s72-c/Wallpaper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5273890512121721303</id><published>2011-02-04T09:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:55:09.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Punishment fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvM2lxSqEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/29RthbPr60k/s1600/Cane%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvM2lxSqEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/29RthbPr60k/s200/Cane%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569770602397608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuing our conversation below, Mistress said that She was never sure about how well I took the cane – She feels that I don’t enjoy it, like it or want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that surely that was the whole idea – if I liked it what would the point? For it to be an effective disciplinary aid, I must not like it!  She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later asked if I might share another fantasy with Her, and She said I could, so I explained…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She was unsure about how I took the cane, then She could specify a rule, that after each stroke I should say ‘Thank You Mistress.  Please hit me harder’ and nothing but that. Then She could cane me all She liked, and it would appear to Her that I was enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, She agreed, was a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5273890512121721303?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5273890512121721303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5273890512121721303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5273890512121721303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5273890512121721303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/punishment-fantasy.html' title='Punishment fantasy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvM2lxSqEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/29RthbPr60k/s72-c/Cane%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3385342520809431819</id><published>2011-02-04T09:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:44:19.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvKZTDXIuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UaU1O5H3uXE/s1600/Toilets.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvKZTDXIuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UaU1O5H3uXE/s400/Toilets.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569767900133663458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I usually use the toilet off the spare bedroom, to spare Mistress any unpleasant odour in our bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning for some reason, most unusual, I used our bathroom.  Mistress complained bitterly of the smell as She came in to shower, and told me that I should use the spare bedroom loo in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brushing my teeth, and my cock got hard. I decided to share my thoughts with Her – I don’t know why I do this, but I did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Her that my cock was getting hard at the thought that She would tell me that She didn’t like the smell, and that She would punish me with 20 strokes for polluting Her bathroom, and that I should never shit in our toilet again, or I would suffer further punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that my cock got hard that She might take such simple, straight forward disciplinary view of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was delighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3385342520809431819?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3385342520809431819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3385342520809431819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3385342520809431819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3385342520809431819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/toilet-fantasy.html' title='Toilet Fantasy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUvKZTDXIuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UaU1O5H3uXE/s72-c/Toilets.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-971496110501125514</id><published>2011-02-03T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:20:36.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Waxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUq5qMNS6kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1gPkOm1QbOM/s1600/Coming%2BClean.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUq5qMNS6kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1gPkOm1QbOM/s400/Coming%2BClean.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569468023679674946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress is going into the forest with Dave tomorrow for a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today She is going for a waxing. She told me She wants Her pussy to be nice and smooth for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-971496110501125514?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/971496110501125514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=971496110501125514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/971496110501125514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/971496110501125514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/waxing.html' title='Waxing'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUq5qMNS6kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1gPkOm1QbOM/s72-c/Coming%2BClean.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4016992736103402179</id><published>2011-02-02T15:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:52:38.424Z</updated><title type='text'>Cuckold Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUl9Np8gHpI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zsbAa5-XKoU/s1600/cuckold%2Bcoffee.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUl9Np8gHpI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zsbAa5-XKoU/s400/cuckold%2Bcoffee.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569120087771717266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress and Dave have just left the office to go for a coffee before She goes to do the school run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do this often. She chooses to spend Her free time with him chatting, laughing and flirting in a coffee shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today She is looking particularly hot.  A pair of spray on leggings, boots and a tiny, tight knitted dress.  Most women would not have the balls to go to work dressed the way She is, so he'll be really wowed and after Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too jealous. But if you're thinking it would be fun to become a cuckold, then think about all that it means, not just what it means when you've got a hard on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4016992736103402179?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4016992736103402179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4016992736103402179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4016992736103402179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4016992736103402179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuckold-coffee.html' title='Cuckold Coffee'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TUl9Np8gHpI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zsbAa5-XKoU/s72-c/cuckold%2Bcoffee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-239653720339065256</id><published>2011-01-24T18:29:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:32:45.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off Chilli Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TT3Fip6W9_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/q-ChepJkqbY/s1600/Chilly%2BJam.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TT3Fip6W9_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/q-ChepJkqbY/s400/Chilly%2BJam.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821913656653810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s post is bland, but fiery!  I have spent the afternoon making chilli jam.  I do this once every 3 months or so, because we both like chillies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the nancy recipes you see on line.  Mine is ‘fuck off chilli jam’.  It has an approximate recipe:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 kg small, hot red Thai chillies&lt;br /&gt;250 g large, red Dutch chillies&lt;br /&gt; 6 Scotch Bonnets&lt;br /&gt;1 large red onion&lt;br /&gt;300 ml white wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Juice of 2 lemons&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop it all up. Caramelise the onion.  Add the the sugar and the vinigar and dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the other bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil and stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to sterile jars.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with friends.  Eat. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-239653720339065256?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/239653720339065256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=239653720339065256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/239653720339065256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/239653720339065256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-off-chilli-jam.html' title='Fuck off Chilli Jam'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TT3Fip6W9_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/q-ChepJkqbY/s72-c/Chilly%2BJam.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7014745070633173970</id><published>2011-01-21T14:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:28:38.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Blow job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTmYCe5pS7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/VVMKa-PTNmY/s1600/knickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTmYCe5pS7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/VVMKa-PTNmY/s200/knickers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564645983014964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the pants Mistress wore to Her date today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress called me on Her way back to the office from the date to tell me all about it.  I asked Her if She had sucked his cock, and She immediately replied ‘Yeah! I sucked and wanked it. And drank his spoof.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned out loud. My own cock was in my hand, and I was imagining Her hot lips and mouth round it! Lucky him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could tell I was wanting Her mouth round my cock and asked how I was feeling. I replied that he was a lucky guy, and that I wished I could suck my own cock – at least then I could get to feel warm lips round it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want Her to feel that She neglects me, so I moved the conversation on – but I could see that the thought played on Her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will decide, either to suck my cock this evening, to make up for it, and to thank me for supporting Her date, or not to suck it to prove Her absolute dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be? Take the poll! Be heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7014745070633173970?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7014745070633173970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7014745070633173970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7014745070633173970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7014745070633173970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/blow-job.html' title='Blow job'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTmYCe5pS7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/VVMKa-PTNmY/s72-c/knickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6248924842067822220</id><published>2011-01-21T13:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:55:23.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday Date</title><content type='html'>They’ve just been for a lunch date at a pub.  She took his cock out in the pub and played with it, and then they went to his car where She wanked him and sucked his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so lucky! She touched my cock for the second time this year this morning – but he gets to have his cock wanked and sucked for the umpteenth time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually getting used to not having Her lips round my cock. She is adamant that sucking my cock is too submissive an act for Her to perform on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6248924842067822220?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6248924842067822220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6248924842067822220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6248924842067822220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6248924842067822220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-date.html' title='Friday Date'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6894015305333991708</id><published>2011-01-19T16:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:33:33.917Z</updated><title type='text'>Cuckold hard on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcSIy1adHI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-21dB_-jN7Y/s1600/shave.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcSIy1adHI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-21dB_-jN7Y/s200/shave.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563935806933595250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve talked about these before – they are what happens when my cock gets hard at the thought of Her with him I want to fuck Her and fuck Her and fuck Her so much that She doesn’t need sex from him any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock gets hard - really hard - much harder than shown here.  Like an iron bar! She loves it! But needless to say, after getting it from me She still feels horny and still wants him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cuckold hard on this morning, as I knew they had a planned date, and that She would do Her utmost to play with his cock, and if possible get him to cum in Her mouth – even though She has only touched my cock once this year and I can’t remember when I last came in Her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuckold hard on was wasted – She was not in the mood.  I offered to do anything to please Her – thinking that even if all I did was eat Her arse, at least She would start the day reminded that I am Her sexual servant, but She didn’t want that either and so I made the tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6894015305333991708?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6894015305333991708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6894015305333991708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6894015305333991708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6894015305333991708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuckold-hard-on.html' title='Cuckold hard on'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcSIy1adHI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-21dB_-jN7Y/s72-c/shave.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3374524899659023885</id><published>2011-01-19T16:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:11:49.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Teenage love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcM2JZ1-KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vu4exiaiHuA/s1600/Teenage_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcM2JZ1-KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vu4exiaiHuA/s320/Teenage_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563929989016320162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress has just left the office with Dave to go for a half hour coffee. They are going downstairs in the lift, so that can go up and down a few times snogging and touching each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like teenagers in their affection and pursuit of each other – they can’t get enough – on BBM all day every day – and I mean all day every day – then they go down (and up and down and up and down) in the lift while they snog, and THEN they still go and sit with each other and talk through coffee – while they look at each other and wish they could rip each other’s clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that teenage excitement that gives Her relationship with him the edge over me… In a way I envy them – I can’t offer Her that – people who have been married 15 years don’t do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tell myself I should find a bit of excitement to enjoy this with – but the only person I want is Her - well, apart from Rihanna and Cheryl Cole, but there’s not much chance of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3374524899659023885?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3374524899659023885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3374524899659023885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3374524899659023885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3374524899659023885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/teenage-in-love.html' title='Teenage love'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTcM2JZ1-KI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vu4exiaiHuA/s72-c/Teenage_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8844495266701712648</id><published>2011-01-17T17:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:57:00.389Z</updated><title type='text'>She chose the cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTSBDOZYKPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KIOuC1lQaks/s1600/ee9ere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTSBDOZYKPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KIOuC1lQaks/s200/ee9ere2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563213332113533170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Mistress was ready to leave the house She told me to go up to the bed room. Once there, She told me to prepare myself for strokes.  To do this I attach a roped cuff to each limb, and loop 3 of them over 3 posts on our bed.  The fourth She must do, as I can’t reach it.  I am then bound at Her mercy, unable to escape on our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She instructed me that our problems are caused by my jealousy, and that in future if and when I get jealous I am to kneel before Her and explain that I am jealous and why, and She will deal with it.  If I misbehave I will get 50 strokes of the cane and no sex or orgasms for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate this She gave me 50 strokes.  I swear the first 25 felt like 50, and I pleaded that this was the case, but to no avail as She walked round the bed and administered a second set of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So told me to write 50 before She gets back as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not be jealous of Mistress and her boyfriend in a negative manner.  I will be respectful as I am only a wimp husband.  If I do I will be punished 50 strokes and no sex or cuming for a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After releasing my arm Mistress told me that caning me had made Her pussy wet - turned Her on punishing me. She pulled down Her leggings and told me to feel Her wet cunt as proof of this.  In the position I was in I could only touch Her cunt, I could not really feel inside it, but I am glad that caning me turns Her on.  I hope that this encourages Her to further ruthless and cruel application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arse is on fire. I will just finish putting away the dishes, and then attend to the lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8844495266701712648?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8844495266701712648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8844495266701712648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8844495266701712648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8844495266701712648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-chose-cane.html' title='She chose the cane'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTSBDOZYKPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KIOuC1lQaks/s72-c/ee9ere2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8603251076173105484</id><published>2011-01-17T16:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:35:58.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Tensions</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night we argued again.  I did not offer myself up for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little tense today. On edge. I was going to apologise to Mistress this morning for my behaviour, and invite Her to administer any punishment She felt due.  But She was clearly a bit uptight. Upset. So I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we talked. She asked what I think we should do to resolve the impasse.  I said that I am tired of offering solutions – the way I think we should move forward.  She is a responsible part of this partnership – She should decide how we resolve this and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the choice I would say that She should tie me down and beat me black and blue. Make me accept that Dave is Her sexual excitement not me.  Confirm time and time again that I cannot be jealous of him, because I am not Her alpha make sexual excitement – that is  his role, not mine, so jealousy is wholly inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not going to do that – I do that every time we fall out.  This time I want Her to decide how we move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8603251076173105484?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8603251076173105484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8603251076173105484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8603251076173105484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8603251076173105484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/tensions.html' title='Tensions'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8323840224600093348</id><published>2011-01-16T14:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:21:13.947Z</updated><title type='text'>What should She do?</title><content type='html'>I can see that my jealousy causes issues for Mistress.  She does not want to hurt me. And more often than not I encourage Her relationship – so how come sometimes I get jealous? How should She deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to continue Her relationship – She loves it. She loves him, the dirty sex, cuckolding me, all aspects of it.  Should She continue it, or should She end it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Her to end it, and tell me I am all the man She wants and needs – even though I know that’s not true! How stupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Her to sit me down (well, tie me down, actually) and explain to me that I am just a cuckold wimp who is not able to satisfy Her sexually, and that’s why She needs a real man, with whom to enjoy alpha male sex.  I want Her to tell me that the very idea that I could satisfy Her sexually is laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Her to make me say: “I am a cuckold wimp who cannot satisfy You sexually, and You deserve a real man to take care of Your sexual needs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to genuinely support Her pursuit of Her alpha male, and genuinely accept my submissive role.  So why is that so hard?  And how on earth can She reconcile the two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8323840224600093348?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8323840224600093348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8323840224600093348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8323840224600093348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8323840224600093348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-should-she-do.html' title='What should She do?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2191387219289686579</id><published>2011-01-16T14:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:08:29.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTL7xBSd4qI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hr0-IO8xdV8/s1600/cum%2Bpuddle2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTL7xBSd4qI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hr0-IO8xdV8/s200/cum%2Bpuddle2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562785309334037154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my BBM Sex post below I talked about how Mistress and Dave were having extensive BBM sex for the third day in a row.  When She texted me about it at the time She said he had an insatiable appetitie for it – giving me the distinct impression that it was he that was initiating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I read Her BBM that night there it was in black and white – She initiated it with him – ‘Tell me something interesting to relieve the boredom of my day’, She said, and so it had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that rather than him having an insatiable appetite for it, it was Her who could not get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw this and we talked about it at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am going to cane you for that until you bleed”, She said.  So what if I crack him every day?  I always crack him – I always will, and you should get used to it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I had my way I would fuck him every day, not just crack him every day.  He is not a wimp cock like you. He is a real man, an alpha male, and I want to fuck him every single day – so get used to it. Deal with it,” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I entered the kitchen and She was cracking him again, and She put Her Crackberry down.  I left the room in a jealous anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was feeling bad too.  I got in from Golf and as I walked in through the kitchen I noticed Her Crackberry was not on charge, so She must have had it in the sitting room with Her, cracking him while I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided not to go and join Her – She has him, why does She need me? So I just went straight to bath.  She was not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when She went to the gym, I had this idea that She might leave the crack at home. But no. She’s taken it with Her. She’s racking him now from the gym.  I thought She might be more sensitive to my jealousy, but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is traditionally punishment night.  I am sure She will want to try to cane it out of me this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2191387219289686579?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2191387219289686579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2191387219289686579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2191387219289686579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2191387219289686579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TTL7xBSd4qI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hr0-IO8xdV8/s72-c/cum%2Bpuddle2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8176090929868156366</id><published>2011-01-13T15:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:15:36.630Z</updated><title type='text'>YouTube videos</title><content type='html'>You might hav noticed the ouTube videos I recently embedded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is on the same wave length as me - She could be talking about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that interesting - I would have thought I was the only one with these fealings, but She describes them perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8176090929868156366?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8176090929868156366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8176090929868156366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8176090929868156366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8176090929868156366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/youtube-videos.html' title='YouTube videos'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1758719781462020184</id><published>2011-01-13T15:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:14:27.170Z</updated><title type='text'>BBM Sex</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention, in my earlier post, that after I licked Her arse this morning, as She told me to get out of bed and go make the tea, Mistress touched my hard cock for a few seconds – tugged at it a few time, before telling me to get out of bed.  This is the first time She has touched it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has been off sick for three days now.  At home recuperating.  Supposedly.  But as you can imagine, with an empty house to himself, the man has been doing some serious wanking.  The two of them have had BBM sex for over an hour every day, including many images of his cock, and always ending with an image of his day’s cum on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress has an insatiable appetite for this stuff.  She can’t get enough. She encourages him and goads him. It’s quite disgusting! A nun would feint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are at it now apparently.  His wife must think he’s really sick since he never gets a hard on – but its because he’s wanking for her every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1758719781462020184?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1758719781462020184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1758719781462020184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1758719781462020184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1758719781462020184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/bbm-sex.html' title='BBM Sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-430943948647858575</id><published>2011-01-13T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:37:34.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TS7V0cxPTzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/1NZBy8oujkE/s1600/a8a1517a94b1c45baa11c0bd96fb4ac6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TS7V0cxPTzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/1NZBy8oujkE/s200/a8a1517a94b1c45baa11c0bd96fb4ac6-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561617686901772082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my last conversation with Mistress I was on a downer.  I can’t believe She will never suck my cock again, or let me penetrate Her anally, but She will do these things with Her cuckold boyfriends.  Well, actually, I can believe, it, and that’s what put me on a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Her about it the next day, but She was adamant – as Her submissive it would be wrong for me to get those things, She does not want to do them to me, and will not be doing them ever again. And I should accept this and support Her decision in this respect, not question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that dominating and humiliating me in this way causes Her sexual pleasure – She gets wet from calling my cock a wimp cock and treating me as Her submissive, so we should both relish that – as She said, its what I’ve wanted all our married life – now I’ve got it, why am I complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then She has had me eat Her arse or Her pussy every day in the morning. So I can see why She would be happy – She gets oral sex every day, and decides if its arse, or pussy, and She never has to give me oral or any other sex.  But She gets to swallow David’s spunk as much as She possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as She had me penetrate Her She got well carried away, and told me how She was looking forward to bringing back a load of his cum in Her arse for me to lick out – showing me that he has had access to cum in it, and making me lick it clean, turns Her on.  Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-430943948647858575?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/430943948647858575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=430943948647858575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/430943948647858575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/430943948647858575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TS7V0cxPTzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/1NZBy8oujkE/s72-c/a8a1517a94b1c45baa11c0bd96fb4ac6-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-369715207913165985</id><published>2011-01-10T09:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:11:55.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Anal sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSrNHjQQU9I/AAAAAAAAAys/9V3nt4BkCxQ/s1600/anal%2Bsex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSrNHjQQU9I/AAAAAAAAAys/9V3nt4BkCxQ/s320/anal%2Bsex.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560482219548496850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress and I have not had anal sex for some years now.  ‘Before’ we used to do so once or twice a year.  When She was going out with David, they had anal sex every time they met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday She was cracking furiously with Dave having BBM sex while I ate Her pussy.  Afterwards, when She let me read it I saw that much of it was all about him cuming in Her arse.  They have not had anal sex yet (well, other than his tongue and fingers going in there) but it seems to me that they are probably going to do so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night when we went to bed this thought was stimulating me.  I want to put my cock in Her arse, and cum in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to Her, ‘I want to fuck You in the arse”. She laughed out loud and said that would only happen in my dreams - I would never fuck Her in the arse. I used to, but She no longer wanted to do that with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a submissive, and submissives do not get to fuck dominant women in the arse”, She said.  “Your wimp cock will never fuck me in the arse or cum in my mouth again.  Real men will fuck me in the arse, but you will not” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached down to Her cunt and guided my cock in for a cuckold fuck, trying to fuck the submissiveness out of me and out of Her. I thrust almost violently into Her pussy.  She loves this – a cuckold fuck – because She gets a good rogering which She enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fucked Her She instructed me “Say that your wimp cock will never fuck me in the arse or cum in my mouth again!”  I remained silent.  “Say it!” She said.  “Say it, or you will get 20 strokes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t want to say or accept this – I want to cum in Her mouth and Her arse, but there’s no point in inviting 20 strokes, and I was of course excited that She was bullying me in this way – my cock was rock hard hammering into Her pussy, so I said it: “My wimp cock will never cum in your arse or mouth again”, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying so excited both of us and I came deep in Her as She too had another orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if She meant it or not, but its certainly a long time since I came in either other hole…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are seeing a shift here to a place where She genuinely enjoys humiliating and dominating me – She certainly enjoyed making me say that last night – She clearly derived sexually pleasure from bullying me that way.  God I love that thought.  But I don’t like the prognosis for my anal sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever fuck Her in the arse again? Take the poll today and tell me what you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-369715207913165985?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/369715207913165985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=369715207913165985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/369715207913165985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/369715207913165985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/anal-sex.html' title='Anal sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSrNHjQQU9I/AAAAAAAAAys/9V3nt4BkCxQ/s72-c/anal%2Bsex.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7499098708150421338</id><published>2011-01-07T17:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:12:51.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday night fare</title><content type='html'>Well its Friday night and they are doing their usual thing hanging about in the office late so they can have it to themselves or sneak off together when the others leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a coffee date today, and a strange thing happened – Mistress wore a pair of trousers.  This has never happened – She has always made sure Her cunt is in easy reach.  Not sure why She wore the trousers – perhaps as a counter to turning up naked under Her coat on New Years Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s texted me a few love hearts through the day. She says She does this because She loves me.  I think She does it because he’s Cracking Her, and She wants me to think She was thinking about me (as well!) while She Cracked with him…We’ve discussed this phenomenon, and agreed She can’t win – if She doesn’t text me, I get upset She’s ignoring me, and if She does, then I think She’s sending me sympathy texts… It’s complicated stuff this cuckolding shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7499098708150421338?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7499098708150421338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7499098708150421338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7499098708150421338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7499098708150421338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-night-fare.html' title='Friday night fare'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4604293661964226065</id><published>2011-01-06T12:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:28:08.289Z</updated><title type='text'>That chair in the office will never be the same!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSW1F4z-2YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OqTZttdncdw/s1600/Coat%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSW1F4z-2YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OqTZttdncdw/s200/Coat%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559048427813132674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the Christmas break is behind us and life nearly back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress and Dave are back in touch more regularly, with the following BBM from him to her summarising what took place on New Year’s Eve:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so nice seeing you on Friday. And when you opened your coat! Your undies! Your body! Your boots!  What a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved getting you down on all fours and licking your pussy and arse.  Your pussy was so wet!  Fingering you and playing with you! Wow wow wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cumming in your mouth, again and again! And kissing you after – sharing my spunk! I love kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then wanking into face, and coming in your mouth again. So dirty!  We need to get a room – have some time, do it properly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s requested a coffee date tomorrow we suspect he wants to talk about the room….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4604293661964226065?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4604293661964226065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4604293661964226065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4604293661964226065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4604293661964226065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-chair-in-office-will-never-be-same.html' title='That chair in the office will never be the same!'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TSW1F4z-2YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OqTZttdncdw/s72-c/Coat%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-801957485605250622</id><published>2010-12-31T17:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:49:25.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Naked in his arms</title><content type='html'>She is naked in his arms right now.  How do I know?  Because She left here 45 minutes ago with nothing on other than a coat and sexy undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has he cum yet? Has he eaten Her? Has She knelt at his feet and sucked his cock? Has he put his finger up Her arse and fucked Her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night She made me wank myself to orgasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-801957485605250622?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/801957485605250622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=801957485605250622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/801957485605250622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/801957485605250622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/naked-in-his-arms.html' title='Naked in his arms'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3672328861956093225</id><published>2010-12-31T15:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:57:30.928Z</updated><title type='text'>Naked date</title><content type='html'>Mistress is about to go into the office to meet him - they will be the only two in the building.  She is going to sexy undies under a coat - Her idea, not mine. No other clothes.  He is going to get the surprise of his life when he finds Her naked under that coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hope is that they will get to enact all their fantasies about fucking on and sucking under his desk.  Looks like they will too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be a happy new year for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3672328861956093225?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3672328861956093225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3672328861956093225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3672328861956093225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3672328861956093225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/naked-date.html' title='Naked date'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-7314988335082673682</id><published>2010-12-30T19:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:05:53.249Z</updated><title type='text'>A letter about blowjobs</title><content type='html'>Mistress noticed that I have struggled to accept the fact that She gives Dave regular blowjobs, and no longer gives me any, so She asked me to write Her a letter confirming my understanding. This is that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow jobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for giving me the opportunity to write to You to explain and confirm my understanding on blowjobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years now I have appreciated and understood that I am not a real man and I do not deserve blowjobs from You, and You have kindly agreed and accepted to give me fewer and fewer blowjobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed this because it would be too demeaning for You to give me blowjobs, and because it would be too dominant for me to accept blowjobs from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know You enjoy giving blowjobs, we agreed that You would find a real man who You could give blowjobs to, and fortunately You have succeeded in doing that.&lt;br /&gt;So now and in the future You do not need to worry or think about giving me blowjobs, that I do not deserve anyway, and instead You can focus on the pleasure you get and give from giving blowjobs to Your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that You give him great blowjobs and that he really enjoys the blowjobs You give him, and that both of You are happy with and benefit from this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that You have found someone to enjoy this sexual act with, there is of course no need to give further thought or consideration to giving me a blowjob ever again because we are both agreed it would be wrong for You to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sub hubbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-7314988335082673682?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7314988335082673682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=7314988335082673682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7314988335082673682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/7314988335082673682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter-about-blowjobs.html' title='A letter about blowjobs'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3974352700187314368</id><published>2010-12-24T10:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:18:07.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Pussy or porridge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRzRlB4bSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V6dhg8TX-io/s1600/Porridge.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRzRlB4bSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V6dhg8TX-io/s200/Porridge.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554190986289638690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I woke up horny.  No change their.  Couldn’t go back to sleep.  At 6am I decided to go down and lick Mistress’ arse.  This was a bit risky, as She hadn’t told me to, but I know She loves it, so I took the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning myself round in the bed I pushed my face into her lovely, soft arse, and stuck my tongue in.  I licked and rubbed, and arse fucked Her with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I turned myself back up and cuddled Her again.  I decide to be braver, and touched Her pussy, just a bit, in case She gave me any encouragement.  She didn’t.  She told me I did not deserver Her pussy, and to wank into a cup and drink my spoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that was better than nothing – at least I get to wank.  As I wanked, I asked if I could cum on Her, and lick it all up, but She said no, to cum in the cup and drink it, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short cuddle I then came down to start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later She buzzed down for tea, and I took this up with Her Crackberry – I could see She had an unread message, and Dave was obviously in touch.  I left Her with the crack and a cup of tea, and came back down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I got to wondering if they two of them were having BBM sex.  If they were, then I could go up and eat Her to orgasm while She had BBM sex with him – She likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drafted a text up to Her.  “Is Your boyfriend having BBM sex with You? Would You like me to come and eat You while you chat to him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t send the message, because She told me I should not approach Her with the offer of or a request for sex.  So instead I sent Her the following text: “Can I do anything to please You Mistress?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” She replied, “Make me porridge please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did make Her porridge, and when I took it up the two of them were furiously texting away having BBM sex.  But She didn’t want me to eat Her – or She’d have told me to go down.  I guess my wank was my morning credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3974352700187314368?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3974352700187314368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3974352700187314368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3974352700187314368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3974352700187314368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/pussy-or-porridge.html' title='Pussy or porridge?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRzRlB4bSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V6dhg8TX-io/s72-c/Porridge.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3540834783739906488</id><published>2010-12-24T07:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:36:25.171Z</updated><title type='text'>The staircase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRNbhuf49I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uwAEP2-TUVw/s1600/Stairs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRNbhuf49I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uwAEP2-TUVw/s320/Stairs.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554149375759868882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mistress got home yesterday, all excited from Her date, I asked, and She kindly told me, more details about exactly how they ended up playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pub was very busy at lunch time, so they could not kiss and play in their.  On the way out he went downstairs to the toilets.  She waited for him, and then noticed that the stairwell down to the toilets was a quiet spot they could have a snog in, so She decided to walk down there and wait for him to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As She stepped down the stairs he came out down below, saw Her heading down, and immediately knew what She had in mind, so stepped aside to give Her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got down there and they came into each others arms for a kiss.  As they kissed he reached under Her dress, pulled Her pants to one side and played with Her cunt, slipping his finger in up to the knuckle.  They kissed and groped for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played with his hard cock through his trousers, not getting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he knows that he has licence to, and is indeed welcome, to play with Her cunt like this any time he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3540834783739906488?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3540834783739906488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3540834783739906488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3540834783739906488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3540834783739906488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/staircase.html' title='The staircase'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRRNbhuf49I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uwAEP2-TUVw/s72-c/Stairs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4668118041175437845</id><published>2010-12-23T15:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:20:36.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRNoopLif_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/BRc2DUD9XDo/s1600/morning%2Bglory.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRNoopLif_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/BRc2DUD9XDo/s320/morning%2Bglory.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897812936261618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flower is called a morning glory! What a coincidence, it looks just like the entrance to Her pussy or arse that I lick each morning! What a great coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress is off work this week, and not back in the office (to work!) until after the new year. So we’ve been over indulging in red wine and late nights, and having a good time with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we lay together I asked if there was any way I could please Her, and She asked me to go down and eat Her pussy, which I gladly did, to a wonderful orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ate Her I could tell She was going to cum, and wondered whether She would get me to screw Her afterwards – She is very different from me, and more often than not chooses to follow on from an orgasm rather than stopping, but for some reason I had in mind that She would let me up, and tell me She’d decide I was not to cum, but would have ten strokes of the cane instead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t.  She came, pulled me up, reached for Her vibrator and took me deep into Her for a glorious fuck while She used the vibrator.  I was privileged to cum deep in Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas lunch…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up She got ready for Her lunch time date – a long standing appointment planned with Dave a week or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On went Her crotchless tights, high heels, short, knitted dress and thigh high, 5 inch stiletto boots – She looked great, and naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them met in a pub and had lunch.  While they were at it an old colleague of mine walked in, but didn’t see them – so they resolved not to snog at the dining room table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out She noticed that the toilets were down a quite staircase, so She took him down there for a snog, and he got to finger Her cunt while they kissed – so the crotchless tights did the right job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are trying to arrange another liaison for the Christmas period – perhaps new year’s eve – an idea that does little to give me joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help wondering if She milked me this morning to make me more docile for Her date today, or because She was feeling horny because of Her date – or just because She wanted to fuck me.  Do I need a reason?  Not really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4668118041175437845?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4668118041175437845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4668118041175437845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4668118041175437845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4668118041175437845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TRNoopLif_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/BRc2DUD9XDo/s72-c/morning%2Bglory.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2830550131481383230</id><published>2010-12-17T00:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:17:04.161Z</updated><title type='text'>They're out now</title><content type='html'>Midnight and they're out together now. Tiny dress, crotchless tights. She told me She wants him to fuck Her up against a tree. Maybe he's doing that now. She'll be back sometime between 2:00 and 5:00. I can't wait up all that time. I'm sat here watching porn - men doing the sort of stuff to women that She wants him to do to Her, and won't let me do to Her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2830550131481383230?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2830550131481383230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2830550131481383230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2830550131481383230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2830550131481383230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/theyre-out-now.html' title='They&apos;re out now'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1942924528351389974</id><published>2010-12-16T17:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:24:41.057Z</updated><title type='text'>More sex</title><content type='html'>This morning I was still depressed from the banana episode.  She could tell I was sad, and asked what the matter was, so I decided to come out with it, and speak to Mistress about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Her that I was sad because She no longer enjoyed having sex with me.  She was furious, and recounted all the sex we have had in recent days – pretty much every day this week – but one of the episode She counted as sex was when She made me kneel in front of Her and wank while She used a vibrator and told me my wimp cock did not deserve to go where Her alpha male boyfriend put his.   She made me cum in a pot and then drink my cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that strictly speaking that could be called having sex, but its not quite the same as using a banana on Her and then fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our desks and went to work, when She sent me the following text:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpLGFc0RcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B8Y1Qwxw_rc/s1600/SubSex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpLGFc0RcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B8Y1Qwxw_rc/s200/SubSex.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551332058601899458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I see it, you are my sub and you get sex when I say you get sex. You should be grateful for whatever sex I offer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you you will be punished for asking for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tell you to ask me how you can please me? You haven't asked me even once! That's what I mean about not always being a good sub. You have to give too, not just expect to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved you to ask me like I told you to, how you could please me. It would have excited me and most prob lead to some great sub/dom sex. Xx instead of that I've had you miserable and mopping. Not the exact setting for sex is it? Xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I replied:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so sorry You think this is something to fight and be sad about, instead of something to share, learn from and move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it the same way you do. I am Your sub and get sex if, when and how You decide, and am grateful for it if and when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why You text me asking if You told me I would be punished if I ask for sex. We both know You said this so why are You asking me the question? I don't understand.  You told me not to ask for sex and I've not asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never said that offering to please You was an alternative way of me asking for sex. In fact You said the opposite - that pleasing You might be making tea for You, so I do not understand why You mention that in this conversation. Please explain what I have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall any opportunity I have had to offer to please You. You obviously feel I have missed some opportunities. I will try harder to offer to please You, but if You feel I ever miss an opportunity to please You then please point it out to me. Xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She then replied:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have missed a lot of opportunities. Yesterday when I came home and was on my blackberry, all evening when we were watching tv, this morning, last night! Opportunities are there all the time. Asking to please me could include sex and indeed anything else. It is not for you to think and decide what those things might be. You are just to ask, wait and be grateful that you are privileged enough to be the one to serve me &amp; please me! Xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I needed a cup of tea and went to put the kettle on.  Rather than offer Her tea I asked if there was any way I could please Her.  She said Yes, picked up Her crack and started to message Her boyfriend while I ate Her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through She told me to put my cock in Her which I gladly did.  As I fucked Her She told me that he said he was going to make Her suck his suck his cock this evening and make him cum in Her mouth.  She told me that She would do whatever he said he wanted, but that as Her wimp husband I was not allowed to ask for anything, and was lucky to even be allowed to fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I soon came deep in Her, whereupon She told me to eat Her clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is about to get home now to change, ready to go out with him.  It’s going to be a long night tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this story has two morals:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful what you ask for", and "It's good to talk"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1942924528351389974?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1942924528351389974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1942924528351389974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1942924528351389974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1942924528351389974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-sex.html' title='More sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpLGFc0RcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B8Y1Qwxw_rc/s72-c/SubSex.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2297610402314327579</id><published>2010-12-16T16:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:45:40.725Z</updated><title type='text'>This banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpB3NjnUfI/AAAAAAAAAx4/r-OCvPDgC9M/s1600/This%2BBanana.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpB3NjnUfI/AAAAAAAAAx4/r-OCvPDgC9M/s320/This%2BBanana.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551321907475206642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make porridge for breakfast every morning. We have it with a banana cut up into it, and a sprinkle of mixed nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress bought a bunch of bananas recently that included this monster.  I took one look at it and you can imagine what crossed my mind – it is in fact exactly the same size and shape as my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, before the FemDom, I’d have it up Her there and then.  This time I approached it more cautiously, holding it up to Her and commenting that it looked like a cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Huh!’, She exclaimed, ‘Your not bringing it anywhere near me. In fact, if it goes anywhere, it will go up your arse.  Do you want it up your arse?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined Her offer, saddened if I am honest. This banana would really fit up Her pussy a treat.  But She won’t let me do that sort of thing to Her any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that if Dave suggested he wanted to put it there, She would welcome it.  The thought made me quite blue, and I was a little depressed for some time after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the FemDom took over Mistress will not allow me to do anything as alpha male as use vegetables on Her. She won’t suck my cock, She rarely touches me, and more recently has taken to making me wank and drink my own spoof after I have cum as Her preferred method of me cumming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2297610402314327579?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2297610402314327579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2297610402314327579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2297610402314327579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2297610402314327579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-banana.html' title='This banana'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQpB3NjnUfI/AAAAAAAAAx4/r-OCvPDgC9M/s72-c/This%2BBanana.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-436295752108036920</id><published>2010-12-15T18:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:45:10.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Graphic relationship</title><content type='html'>On the whole Mistress and I have enjoyed our close, loving relationship in recent times.  But as I discussed in my recent ‘box of chocolates’ update, there have been challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are caused by my jealousy of Her intimate relationship with Dave.  She can see my jealousy – I withdraw from her when I feel it, as I feel betrayed by Her, so She knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I always apologise to Her, and She acknowledges that it is the least She deserves, and She knows She is hurting me with it, but still carries on doing it.  She said She felt She should end it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to this is always the same – if She chooses to end it, then I will support Her decision 100% and be very happy with it, but I am not going to ask Her to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we were sat quietly discussing it and She agin said She should end it because it hurts me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Her what She thought I wanted, and She said I ‘obviously’ wanted Her to end it, even though I wouldn’t ask Her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve had this discussion so many time.  I thought that it might help if I drew Her this graph. Apologies, but I’m in IT, and I like my whiteboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQkMjzIfPHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/38xZskQdnYU/s1600/Graphic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQkMjzIfPHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/38xZskQdnYU/s320/Graphic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550981824871611506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-axis is the degree of ‘Dave’ in Her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Y-axis is the degree of FemDom in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal direction of our life together is the line ‘A’.  She gets more sexual satisfaction from Her alpha male, and I get more submission to my loving Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, and there is a but….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more Dave She has the more sensitive or jealous I get.  The more jealous I get the less confident and dominant She becomes.  The less confident and dominant She becomes, the more I feel Her only interest is in Dave, and not in the FemDom and I’m being taken for a ride – obviously the graph moves down the line ‘B’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Her quite unequivocally that I do not want to live on or below the X-axis.  Anything in the red area was not for me, and if we could not live in the green zone, then I wanted Her to end it with him, and live a vanilla life together – which I would be very happy to do, as I love Her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my preference, my choice, was to live in the green zone, on or above line ‘A’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did She want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said She wants the green zone – 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we agreed, and we are clear, we choose together to live in the green zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She has really started to do that!  My goodness!  But that story is for my next update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-436295752108036920?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/436295752108036920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=436295752108036920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/436295752108036920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/436295752108036920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/graphic-relationship.html' title='Graphic relationship'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQkMjzIfPHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/38xZskQdnYU/s72-c/Graphic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2846961253893685161</id><published>2010-12-15T17:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:35:24.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Working Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQj7cY2AS3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/u_PHSPxxIWg/s1600/workign%2Blate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQj7cY2AS3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/u_PHSPxxIWg/s400/workign%2Blate.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550963005858007922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress is working late today, and leaving straight for 6:00pm Pilates from the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are traditionally the times when She and Dave have a quiet office in which they can go off and play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's in the office as well today.  I wonder if they are up to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, but I don't want to ask.  I am allowed to ask, but I don't want to. But I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I kneel and beg for Her Crackberry when She gets home, then I will read about the liaison plans in there - because they arrange everything by BBM, but I am trying to wean myself off asking for the Crack every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked for it, and when reading it referred to it as 'crack'.  I am to be punished for doing so - She wants it dignified as 'Blackberry' or 'BBM', not 'crack'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2846961253893685161?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2846961253893685161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2846961253893685161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2846961253893685161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2846961253893685161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/working-late.html' title='Working Late'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TQj7cY2AS3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/u_PHSPxxIWg/s72-c/workign%2Blate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5992290878265034048</id><published>2010-12-14T12:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:36:43.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Is there any way I can please You, Mistress?</title><content type='html'>Mistress came up with a new rule yesterday.  I am not allowed to ask for or offer any sexual services or advances whatsoever, ever.  This includes offering to lick Her arse or Her pussy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I am to ask ‘Is there anything I can do to please You, Mistress’, and She will respond accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She wants tea, She will ask for tea. If She wants me to lick Her arse or pussy, She will tell me.  If She wants sex, She will tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! How exciting.  What have I let myself in for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5992290878265034048?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5992290878265034048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5992290878265034048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5992290878265034048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5992290878265034048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-there-any-way-i-can-please-you.html' title='Is there any way I can please You, Mistress?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3445247417501416924</id><published>2010-12-13T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:16:45.459Z</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>We have been having interesting times.  Mistress and Dave have had their liaisons, I have had my jealous spats and we have had our discussions and agreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I sent Her this text:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have the answers but these are my thoughts, darling.  Im sure I've already said this to you before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to my [jealousy] problems is in my or our acceptance of two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is he that is Your boyfriend, and not me.  He is the first one that You like to flirt with, give blowjobs to, dress sexy for and kiss, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am your much loved, cuckold, submissive husband, and not Your boyfriend. I am there to love, cuddle and support you.  To honour, serve, and submit to You. I am not there for You to kiss, flirt with, text, give blowjobs to or dress sexy for.   I am there to support You in all things, including Your intimate, sexual relationship with Your boyfriend (as long as You choose to pursue him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fail to accept my cuckold submissive role, and his intimate boyfriend role, then I fail as your submissive and I do wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we discussed what we want to do. She believed I wanted Her to leave Dave and be faithful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plotted out my view of events - of course quite the opposite to the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can two people misunderstand each other so much?  Thank goodness for communication!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We communicated. We agreed a course of action where She continues to see him, and I support Her in loving, cuckold, submissive capacity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future when I want to read Her BBM (I am not allowed to call it 'crack') I am to kneel and ask for it, including a statement that I will not get jealous of him because 'he is a real man and I am not, so he gets sexual attention that I do not deserve'. How She dreams up these humiliations I do not know. It is the most humiliating act to ask to read it, but of course I love Her all the more for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her afterwards. I love Her dearly. I want Her socially, as a friend and sexually. I do not want to push Her away to another man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accepted all these things and agreed we are both clear on them. He does not replace me. I am me. Loved, submissive, cuckold husband. Just what She wants. He is sexy, intimate boyfriend. Just what She wants. So She is happy, so we are happy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3445247417501416924?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3445247417501416924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3445247417501416924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3445247417501416924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3445247417501416924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1190735419038938476</id><published>2010-12-03T14:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:22:47.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Life's not just a box of chocolates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj8G--f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4YI3kcmkd5M/s1600/chocolates.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj8G--f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4YI3kcmkd5M/s400/chocolates.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546460138021313938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene and m have commented regarding my cuckold angst, and I’d like to explore that a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a submissive cuckold is painful. No doubt about that.  But it is also extremely exciting.  I think its like a drug – it’s addictive, and its got highs and its got lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not encourage anyone to get into it – because I don’t think everyone and every relationship can stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a small example of where we were recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Monday before Mistress was due to go on Her date, I was a little tense and we had a bit of an argument.  Sadly this happens when the cuckold angst takes hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up before sleeping.  The next day we exchanged these messages:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sweets . I am really, really sorry for when I appear to being horrible. I do not mean to at all. I love you very much and you mean the world to me. XXX. Like I always remind you, it's you and only you I love. Xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for letting me fuck You yesterday. I love You too. XXX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you fucking me. I love knowing you are hot for me xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about You so much today. I am so sad I cannot be the perfect sub to You and keep throwing up issues. I just want to cuck fuck You (or lick Your arse since my cock is not hard) all day for the rest of my life until the problem goes away. XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that will make the problem go away. Sorry it makes you sad. Making you sad was never the idea. What am I doing? I must really be a horrible person to make you soooo sad just so that can have fun. I just wish you were having fun too. I've been thinking about it too and the reality is that it makes you very very sad and unhappy. Xx And I need to sort it out as it is very unfair and cruel of me to do what I am doing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. So how are You anticipating "sorting it out"? Xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. The obvious thing is to stop seeing him. Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right! I can see that happening this afternoon! Xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you would want me to do? Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably wouldn't be my first choice course of action, but if You chose to do it I wouldn't try to stop You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be my first choice either xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this exchange I thought and thought.  What do I really want?  And it was then that I wrote my story (published in the ‘Commuter Train’ post below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t dare write it as a message to Her – so I wrote it as a story – which I later shared with Her, and  She enjoyed reading, and has already started to apply – for example by making me wank myself when She got back from sucking Dave’s cock on Her date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the Perfect Wife. She does these things for me.  She accepted my submission at my request. She found another boyfriend, an alpha male to satisfy Her at my request after I stopped satisifying Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey is difficult. But we take it together, and we both want to take it together.  Sp today I sent Her this message:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I struggle with stuff and I query what You do, You say that You are a lousy Mistress and not good enough at domming me. In fact the opposite is of course the case - it is I that is a lousy sub - I should not be questioning anything You do, I should happily support any decision You make. Since it takes two to tango, and we must succeed together, what we should say is this: how do You (Mistress) want me to be in any one respect, and what can we both do to ensure I know my place and happily accept it? If You have failed in any way at all then that failure can only be in communicating what You expect of me, and getting me to happily accept it. Nothing else You do can be wrong, because You decide everything. Xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1190735419038938476?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1190735419038938476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1190735419038938476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1190735419038938476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1190735419038938476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-not-just-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life&apos;s not just a box of chocolates...'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj8G--f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4YI3kcmkd5M/s72-c/chocolates.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4359336993487312881</id><published>2010-12-03T13:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:57:35.465Z</updated><title type='text'>Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj3GryOXAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OCgvBbU3toc/s1600/Lines2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj3GryOXAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OCgvBbU3toc/s320/Lines2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546454635311422466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed Mistress my lines.  She was most amused, and obviously enjoyed the whole exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a right plonker having to write them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to learn to apply them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I exist to serve my Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs (referring to Her ‘inevitable’ intimacy with Dave that I have struggled to accept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the decisions my Mistress makes regarding our relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4359336993487312881?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4359336993487312881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4359336993487312881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4359336993487312881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4359336993487312881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lines_03.html' title='Lines'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj3GryOXAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OCgvBbU3toc/s72-c/Lines2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4043802987000324715</id><published>2010-12-03T13:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:53:01.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowed in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj14KYprgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4FrnPyOhBtA/s1600/Snowed%2BIn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj14KYprgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4FrnPyOhBtA/s320/Snowed%2BIn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453286315994626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been snowed in for a couple of days so we’ve been working from home.  I can’t get enough of my darling Wife, so that’s good for me.  I think it’s driving Her nuts though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting being in the same room as Her when She’s cracking him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Dave texted Her from the office.  I could see it right away – She was desperate to go and join him! To give Her credit it was not until 12 noon that She finally admitted it, and got ready to leave – so now She’s gone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fare to Her there are a few people in the office and they are all going to pub at lunch time – and She wanted to join them – and see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4043802987000324715?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4043802987000324715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4043802987000324715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4043802987000324715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4043802987000324715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed in'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPj14KYprgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4FrnPyOhBtA/s72-c/Snowed%2BIn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5359527277121795219</id><published>2010-12-02T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:16:17.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Last night was a nightmare. And it continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their train got in they took off in his car to a discrete spot where Mistress gave him another blowjob, then She eventually came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me very little about the date just the bare facts – She played with his cock in the train on the way there, in the pub in the afternoon (where he came) in the train on the way back and gave him the blowjob in his car – so he came twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played with Her pussy lots as well, and ate Her out in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for more details but She said I should be grateful for what She has shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then She would not touch my cock at all – She made me wank myself off in front of her while She told me She was not going to engage with my wimpy cock when She had Her alpha male to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with a hard on, and She told me to eat Her arse and then go and make tea – She didn’t touch my cock at all – I literally cannot remember when She last touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve been cracking all morning about what a great time they had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to have decided to make the fantasy reality.  Jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5359527277121795219?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5359527277121795219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5359527277121795219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5359527277121795219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5359527277121795219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6158430934416521221</id><published>2010-12-01T20:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:50:06.547Z</updated><title type='text'>Physically exhausting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPa04MZD6OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/mlkT55VKBBg/s1600/tired.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPa04MZD6OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/mlkT55VKBBg/s320/tired.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545818868645357794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is physically exhausting waiting for Her to come home. There is no longer any sexual tension in me, just sheer, physical exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted to say they were catching the 6:23 in ‘about’ 8pm.  At 10 past 8 I had to text Her to ask how She was doing.  She replied they were delayed in an outlying town, not sure of their ETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on to say they will dismount at his local station, and he will drop Her home (Him, driving here when I’m in the house??), She will call us from the local station.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked why call from the station? You’ll be here in minutes.  ‘Not necessarily,’ she replied, ‘I’ll call you from the station.’  Ah! I see now. They are going to dilly dally on the way.  He’s going to finger Her, She’s going to suck him, he will cum in Her mouth.  That might take 5 minutes or 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was resigned to Her returning at 8. Now She could be back any time.  Not satisfied that they have been together from 2pm to 9pm, they are extending their get together indefinitely.  Jeez. I’m exhausted. My cock is not even twinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just sent Her a cheeky text asking if She’s going to invite him in for a coffee.  I don’t expect a reply.  Perhaps some strokes of the cane, but not a text reply!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6158430934416521221?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6158430934416521221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6158430934416521221' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6158430934416521221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6158430934416521221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/physically-exhausting.html' title='Physically exhausting'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPa04MZD6OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/mlkT55VKBBg/s72-c/tired.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1477615507552386064</id><published>2010-12-01T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:27:22.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Lines</title><content type='html'>I am to write lines today as a punishment – that’s a first.  50 times each, as follows:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I exist to serve my Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs. &lt;/em&gt;(referring to Her ‘inevitable’ intimacy with Dave that I have struggled to accept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I accept the decisions my Mistress makes regarding our relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get started soon. Mistress will be back in a couple of hours…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1477615507552386064?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1477615507552386064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1477615507552386064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1477615507552386064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1477615507552386064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lines.html' title='Lines'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-929421206978879794</id><published>2010-12-01T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:24:21.729Z</updated><title type='text'>The new punishment regime</title><content type='html'>Since I neglected to offer myself for punishment on Sunday – I should have asked Mistress if She wanted to give me the punishments I had earned – but I figured it was late and She was tired and ready for bed so did not ask – so now Mistress has changed the rules, making them extremely humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, rather than ask if She wants to punish me, I am to say ‘Mistress, please will You give me the punishment I have earned’ – I actually have to ask Her for it as if it is I that want it!  It’s desperate! I did this last night and got 15 strokes – 5 were let off for good behaviour (I brought Her a hot water bottle without being asked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am due 10 for not putting my cock away when instructed this morning, and 5 for suggesting She might want to give me a blowjob – so I will have to ask her to please give me the strokes this evening at bed time – on my already cut arse – like I want them! – I am not looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-929421206978879794?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/929421206978879794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=929421206978879794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/929421206978879794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/929421206978879794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-punishment-regime.html' title='The new punishment regime'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2254072009865236670</id><published>2010-12-01T13:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:06:53.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Fireplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZIVHvpYPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/L4cz4nnb2tE/s1600/fireplace.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZIVHvpYPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/L4cz4nnb2tE/s320/fireplace.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545699518846689522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The training course She went on is over and She is sat in a hotel sitting room by a fireplace having a cup of coffee while She waits for him to come.  She is nervous, She tells me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2254072009865236670?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2254072009865236670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2254072009865236670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2254072009865236670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2254072009865236670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/fireplace.html' title='Fireplace'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZIVHvpYPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/L4cz4nnb2tE/s72-c/fireplace.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-953043384535799996</id><published>2010-12-01T12:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:34:01.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Kissing on the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZAdoZe6LI/AAAAAAAAAww/MVUC6JhgTlM/s1600/kissing%2Bon%2Bthe%2Btrain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZAdoZe6LI/AAAAAAAAAww/MVUC6JhgTlM/s320/kissing%2Bon%2Bthe%2Btrain.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545690868958030002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress called me earlier and I asked if they kissed on the train. She confirmed that they did - they kissed like a pair of teenagers on a crowded commuter train....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-953043384535799996?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/953043384535799996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=953043384535799996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/953043384535799996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/953043384535799996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/kissing-on-train.html' title='Kissing on the train'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPZAdoZe6LI/AAAAAAAAAww/MVUC6JhgTlM/s72-c/kissing%2Bon%2Bthe%2Btrain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4659164401774772400</id><published>2010-12-01T09:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:16:07.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Commuter train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPYZCeZj3AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qS9GLhiLc5E/s1600/commuter%2Btrain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPYZCeZj3AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qS9GLhiLc5E/s320/commuter%2Btrain.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545647521464048642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress rode to work in an adjoining city on the train with Dave this morning.  She boarded at 06:50 and he ten minutes down the track, for a two hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier we chatted as She got ready – red dress, crotchless tights, pink knickers and boots – delicious!  I wanked (with Her permission) while we talked and She got dressed.  Among other things I talked to Her about the fact that She hardly ever touches my cock nowadays – I just wank myself.  I wondered why, while accepting that in my role as Her submissive I should not expect Her to touch my cock, but commenting that She would no doubt have his out under her scarf within minutes of boarding the train – an idea She poo-pood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum as a toyed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mistress if She would like to lick the pre-cum off, and She told me not to suggest such things to Her, and to put myself down for 10 punishment strokes for suggesting such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not let me cum, and in due course left for Her train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS She left I emailed Her the following story which I have only just posted (my first submission!) on Literotica.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s uncanny how many of the events in it have unfolded today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Get used to it”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stood in the middle of our bedroom naked, bent over at the waist. A thread was tied, pulled tight from one thumb down to my big toe. My Mistress Wife was stood next to me, cane in her hand, talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to give you some extra-hard, punishment strokes." She said. "You must remain where you are without moving. If you move and break the thread, then I will tie you to the bed so you cannot move, finish the set that I started, and then apply them to you all over again. So you will end up receiving double the punishment. Is that clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Mistress" I replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right," She began, "To start with we need to deal with the fact that I no longer think of you as my sexual provider. You haven't fucked me properly for years and I don't know what makes you think you should start trying to do so now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not think of you sexually in that way, and I do not want to do so. I will not be doing so, and you need to get used to that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, I am going to give you 20 punishment strokes with this cane.  After each stroke I want you to count it off and then say "Thank You Mistress.  I do not think of myself as Your sexual provider."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Right, let's go," She pulled back the cane for the first stroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 strokes later I was whimpering gently as I stood there, bent over, my arse in complete agony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right. That deals with that. Let's hope we don't have any more nonsense in that respect. Now, there are a couple more things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Firstly, Dave is the primary source of my sexual excitement. When I think about him, see him or get a message from him on my phone, my pussy gets wet and I think about having sex with him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I feel horny I think about him  and about reaching out to him, and not to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you know, I am a very sexual being.  I love sex, and so I think about him in this way on and off throughout the day. You should be glad that I have him to think of in this way, since you don't fulfil my sexual needs.  You should be happy, accepting, encouraging and supportive of his role as my sexual provider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To make this quite clear to you I am going to give you 30 punishment strokes. After each stroke I want you to count it, thank me and say "We are lucky that we have Dave as Your sexual provider Mistress, especially since I am not able to fill that role."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 strokes later I was crying tears as I stood bent in the middle of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, Mistress said, "Now there is more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have established that I like to think about Dave a lot of the time, that when I do so I think about having sex with him and I enjoy doing that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have also established that when I see him my first thoughts are sexual. Obviously I enjoy these thoughts and I enjoy thinking about him. I enjoy being with him, talking to him and being in touch with him. This is called intimacy. It is natural between two people who enjoy an established, sexual attraction like we do,  and I enjoy this intimacy with him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should be glad that I am able to be intimate with him and actually enjoy intimacy with my sexual provider. He is not just a shag, he is a boyfriend that I enjoy being with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I am going to give you 20 punishment strokes.  After each stroke I want you to count it, thank me, and say "We are so lucky that You enjoy Your intimacy with Dave, Mistress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. One other thing.  We need to clarify your sexual role. Yes! You do have a sexual role, and it is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You exist to give my arse oral pleasure with your mouth - to lick my arse.  We both know that you enjoy licking it too and that's just lucky for you, and your privilege that you get to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any other sexual role. At all. Ever. You must never desire, want, suggest or even think about me in any other sexual way at all. Never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Iove sex with you and you must aim to serve me sexually every day. So before I send you to make me tea every morning you must offer to lick my arse.  If ever you do not you will be punished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must never ask for, seek or expect any other sexual pleasure with me or by yourself at all. Nothing. Ever. No wanking, fucking, blowjobs, nothing  If you ever suggest you want something else you will be punished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this clear I am going to give you 25 punishment strokes. After each stroke I want you to count it, thank me and say "The only sexual pleasure I deserve, Mistress, is the pleasure of licking Your arse with my tongue. I am lucky and privileged to be allowed to lick Your arse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing. My pussy, my mouth and my hands. These are all sexual organs designed to give men pleasure, but not you. You do not deserve that sort of pleasure. Dave does but you do not. You will not engage with these areas sexually, and if you do then you must be punished for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I might want you to eat my pussy, fuck me, or I might even want to touch your cock and perhaps even give you a blow job. But this doesn't change the fact that if you engage sexually with my hands, pussy or mouth then you will be punished with strokes of the cane, even if I tell you to eat my pussy, you will have to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will give you 20 more strokes and after you've counted each one and thanked me you must say "I must never engage with You sexually Mistress, and if I do, I should always be punished for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The end - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What do YOU think of my first story?  Please vote in the poll at the top of the page)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress texted me from Her cab as She headed off to the train – “Finished the story,” She said, “Loved it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, She called after they arrived at their destination.  Sure enough, he unzipped himself as they sat on that busy commuter train and She played with his cock under his jacket.  And he put his hand into Her dress and played with Her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented on the irony of it vis-a-vis my story.  She laughed, and said She loves my story and it is the truth of our relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4659164401774772400?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4659164401774772400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4659164401774772400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4659164401774772400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4659164401774772400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/12/commuter-train.html' title='Commuter train'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPYZCeZj3AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qS9GLhiLc5E/s72-c/commuter%2Btrain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2850427355439174668</id><published>2010-11-29T10:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:27:54.301Z</updated><title type='text'>The cat’s out of the bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN_QIoRcPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ToCsmA9QM2k/s1600/cat%2Bbag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN_QIoRcPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ToCsmA9QM2k/s200/cat%2Bbag.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544915481394245874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday Dave got a text from a former colleague of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you shagging [Mistress]?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone in their office has told Her that he thinks the two of them are having a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked. Got straight on to Mistress to ask Her if She’d told anyone about them.  What a daft question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always told Her that people in the office would work it out. She always said they never would.  Well, here we are, now they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a big group of people now aware of Her infidelity and my cuckold status.  I tried to talk to Her about how She feels about that, but She's in denial - She thinks that because they don't have 'proof' they don't 'know' if She's shagging him and so their belief is not 'true'.  How naive!  But She's happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2850427355439174668?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2850427355439174668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2850427355439174668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2850427355439174668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2850427355439174668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/cats-out-of-bag.html' title='The cat’s out of the bag'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN_QIoRcPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ToCsmA9QM2k/s72-c/cat%2Bbag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2487796781779047083</id><published>2010-11-29T10:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:16:00.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed by my cock</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Mistress told me to go down and lick Her arse.  This is most unusual – She normally responds to my offer, and does not offer the instruction, but I was delighted to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later She had me eating Her pussy to glorious orgasm, and as She came, told me She was going to cane me most severely that evening for various reasons that She would explain to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bed time I followed Her upstairs.  I am supposed to ask Her if She wants to cane me, and if She does, then prepare myself to be bound to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I did my teeth She was telling me how tired She was and standing naked by the bed, ready to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that in fact She as tired and did not want to cane me.  Perhaps too, She realised that the intimate cuckolding was so cruel and dominant, that strokes of the cane were not necessary.  And, of course, I wanted to protect my arse!  So I said nothing, and we got into bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we lay there, me spooned into Her back, my cock gently resting against Her lovely, soft arse, She said “You were supposed to present yourself for punishment.  Why didn’t you?” and I explained that She had gotten ready for bed and I had assumed She had wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are not supposed to assume anything,” She said.  “I just forgot, and you should have reminded me.  You will get double as a punishment.  You will also get 5 punishment strokes for acting weird over my intimacy with Dave, and 5 because my handwash is building up to a worrying level – you must do it more often.  I should never have to worry about it.  OK?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress,” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And in future, when you are due punishment you must not ask me if I would like to punish you.  You must ask for it. You must say ‘Please Mistress, Please give me the punishment that I deserve’ no matter whether I am ready for bed or not.  I will decide whether I am too tired to punish you or not. Not you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress,” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cock betrayed me, rising hard against Her arse in defiance of the cruelty She had just perpetuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know why Your cock is getting hard, Mistress,” I said, “there is nothing horny about asking to be punished. It should not be getting hard”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nonsense,” She replied, “It is communicating with me perfectly clearly.  It knows that’s what you deserve.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to lick Her arse before we slept, but She declined and told me to sleep, which we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN9QK4BZaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ZBfa8-w0IfM/s1600/Handwash%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN9QK4BZaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ZBfa8-w0IfM/s200/Handwash%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544913282973918626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handwash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have his ‘n Her sinks.  Her handwash goes under my sink for me to do.  I aim to do it on Friday, but sometimes don’t get round to it.  Needless to say I’ve just done it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2487796781779047083?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2487796781779047083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2487796781779047083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2487796781779047083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2487796781779047083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/betrayed-by-my-cock.html' title='Betrayed by my cock'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TPN9QK4BZaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ZBfa8-w0IfM/s72-c/Handwash%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4559315260828210132</id><published>2010-11-26T17:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:06:44.184Z</updated><title type='text'>Painful Crack</title><content type='html'>Yesterday’s messages from Her to him included the following exchange send from the office:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her: Walking past your desk just now made me think: I just want to straddle that chair and shag him!  Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Please do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to read it. She tells me that She just ‘writes crap’ but that’s bollocks – you wouldn’t write that if you didn’t feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning’s crack – he’s on a train to a local city they are travelling to together next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him: Hi there. This time next week you’ll be on this train with me!  We can play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Can’t wait.  I’ll kiss you all the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts too.  It’s a 1.5 hour train journey, and they are going to kiss and cuddle like teenagers all the way.  And he will no doubt end up cumming in Her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to accept my submissive role, and his role as Her primary provider of sexual excitement, but its not an easy thing to accept – the fantasy and the reality are not quite the same…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4559315260828210132?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4559315260828210132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4559315260828210132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4559315260828210132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4559315260828210132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/painful-crack.html' title='Painful Crack'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6837190330705648125</id><published>2010-11-25T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:34:29.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Games Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO5z5L0r2kI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gWOOcHaFn5A/s1600/Games%2BKit%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO5z5L0r2kI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gWOOcHaFn5A/s320/Games%2BKit%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543495617603164738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Mistress left the morning I asked if She was wearing a vest.  She said not.  I pointed out that the temperature was 1 degree.  I had a thermal vest, long sleeve shirt and sweater.  She has a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went upstairs to do something about it, and came down all concerned.  ‘Does the vest mess up my profile?’ She asked, turning for me.  Of course not. It was a tight, spray on vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You’re only worried what Dave is going to see when he unwraps You later’, I said to Her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What? Like this you mean?’ She said, and lifted Her dress.  She looked so good I grabbed my iPhone and took this picture.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Dave will be unwrapping in 30 minutes time.  As expected, they’ve arranged a date for this evening.  They don’t know where they are going, but they are going, She says, ‘to have a play’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6837190330705648125?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6837190330705648125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6837190330705648125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6837190330705648125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6837190330705648125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/games-kit.html' title='Games Kit'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO5z5L0r2kI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gWOOcHaFn5A/s72-c/Games%2BKit%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6656312170203487950</id><published>2010-11-25T08:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:01:38.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Off to a horny start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO4l3QnNVuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/WuEpVJV-p8c/s1600/Bathroom%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO4l3QnNVuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/WuEpVJV-p8c/s320/Bathroom%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543409822622111458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Dave was on a roll, cracking bank and forth with Mistress as we lay together in the sitting room.  In due course She told me to feel Her pussy through Her trousers, and it was like a swamp down there.  He had to take a break, and She told me to go down and eat Her which I did, to glorious orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After She came She told me to strip and kneel before Her on the sofa, and then had me fuck Her while She held Her legs pointing at the ceiling.  I do not recall when I was last in Her so deep – wonderful. We went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he woke up on a roll – dived straight into the porn before we were even up.  Sent Her a picture of his cock, apparently taken in his bathroom this morning!  Mistress replied to it saying ‘yummy, I want to suck that now!’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s in the office today, so today is a short dress, crotchless tights and boots.  He says he wants some action, so we shall see what the days brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6656312170203487950?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6656312170203487950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6656312170203487950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6656312170203487950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6656312170203487950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/off-to-horny-start.html' title='Off to a horny start'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO4l3QnNVuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/WuEpVJV-p8c/s72-c/Bathroom%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6002436571688571668</id><published>2010-11-24T17:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:11:50.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Cuckold erection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO1HSaIR13I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CCiJfpeB1rI/s1600/shave.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO1HSaIR13I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CCiJfpeB1rI/s320/shave.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543165097940211570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a huge cuckold erection.  This occurred because Mistress was sat at the desk next to me arranging Her car insurance, and messaging Dave at the same time – furiously tapping away at Her crackberry keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were they talking about?  Tap-tap-tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually She finished, kissed me goodbye and left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the gate. It didn’t open, and She didn’t drive out, for at least ten minutes.  In that time She was sat in her car cracking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock got hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard because it wants to fuck him out of Her system.  On and on, fuck, fuck, fuck, until She wants no one but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6002436571688571668?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6002436571688571668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6002436571688571668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6002436571688571668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6002436571688571668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/cuckold-erection.html' title='Cuckold erection'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TO1HSaIR13I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CCiJfpeB1rI/s72-c/shave.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8011719887975252400</id><published>2010-11-18T15:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:13:30.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Coffee vs Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOVCkrFNnhI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-SUZFjhbUnc/s1600/date%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOVCkrFNnhI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-SUZFjhbUnc/s320/date%2Btime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540908114356575762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its past 3 o’clock. They should be at their coffee date, but She’s not called me or texted to say She’s on Her way, as She usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has She been anticpating it for the past 30 minutes? Will they snog? Are they even going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a coffee date as tense for me as a forest fling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8011719887975252400?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8011719887975252400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8011719887975252400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8011719887975252400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8011719887975252400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffee-vs-sex.html' title='Coffee vs Sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOVCkrFNnhI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-SUZFjhbUnc/s72-c/date%2Btime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8246188209308711789</id><published>2010-11-18T14:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:20:08.145Z</updated><title type='text'>1 pussy, 2 cocks, 6 orgasms, 2 arseholes and a coffee date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOU1uFTR2hI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ycopkGKZG_I/s1600/finger%2Bin%2Bthe%2Barse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOU1uFTR2hI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ycopkGKZG_I/s320/finger%2Bin%2Bthe%2Barse.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540893982362556946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress had a great time on Her ‘date’ in the forest.  She got into his car in this deserted spot and they had a ball.  Highlights I’ve gathered are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He came first, into Her mouth. While She had Her finger up his arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then She came a long, long cum while he fingered Her cunt with a finger up Her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got one of Her tits out and sucked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not remove Her skirt or panties – he worked round them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not remove his trousers – he just pulled them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After She came She sucked his soft cock back to hardness.  He wanked himself into his hand, and She licked his fingers clean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then picked up the kids and came home.  I offered to eat Her pussy and She let me, so we went upstairs to bed and I ate Her to another orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then told me to fuck Her – instructing me not to lie on Her but to kneel and fuck Her, which I gladly did, cumming in Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night he was in a hotel and got horny again, so they had BBM sex with lots of naked pictures of him from his hotel room before he came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final score:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 2&lt;br /&gt;Him 3&lt;br /&gt;Me 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good game, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More coffee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are back in the office together again today.  And already they have arranged a coffee date for 3 o’clock.  After all those orgasms, they need coffee together so soon – man this thing is intimate – its disturbing.  I am dealing with it by accepting that he is Her principal source of sexual excitement – only against that context can I appreciate Her inviting him for coffee already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8246188209308711789?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8246188209308711789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8246188209308711789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8246188209308711789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8246188209308711789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-pussy-2-cocks-6-orgasms-and-2.html' title='1 pussy, 2 cocks, 6 orgasms, 2 arseholes and a coffee date'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOU1uFTR2hI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ycopkGKZG_I/s72-c/finger%2Bin%2Bthe%2Barse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3055990341392634376</id><published>2010-11-16T15:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:22:05.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Forest fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKhg5_jauI/AAAAAAAAAvg/S_cAn2RUeSc/s1600/car%2Bpark.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKhg5_jauI/AAAAAAAAAvg/S_cAn2RUeSc/s320/car%2Bpark.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540168078314400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They’ve gone to the forest again – Mistress called me on Her way there to say they were going back to the remote car park they enjoyed last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished Her well – we chatted for ages.  I commented that I would love to be fly on the wall, since it takes Her ages to leak out tit-bits of information about what they get up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied that I should be grateful and consider myself lucky that She tells me anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness Her dominant streak is growing rather fast!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll be in his car now. Knees round Her ears and tongue down his throat and cock in Her hand…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3055990341392634376?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3055990341392634376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3055990341392634376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3055990341392634376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3055990341392634376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/forest-fuck.html' title='Forest fuck?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKhg5_jauI/AAAAAAAAAvg/S_cAn2RUeSc/s72-c/car%2Bpark.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1432242387161615480</id><published>2010-11-16T14:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:47:06.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Cock sucking date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKZXDWmaWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hwgOmpJUh6I/s1600/cocl%2Bsucking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKZXDWmaWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hwgOmpJUh6I/s320/cocl%2Bsucking.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540159112935270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress has a cock sucking date, and minute now.  They have planned to go somewhere where She can suck his cock, he can cum in Her mouth and play with Her pussy.  In his crack on the date he said he was not sure whether to cum in Her mouth or all over Her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t know where they are going yet, but She’s got Her fuck me heels, short skirt and open crotched tights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was interesting.  When Mistress let me read Her crack She made me humbly beg to read it, then strip naked, kneel and wank while I did so. Then I had to remain kneeling wanking into a cup while She caned my arse. Then I had to drink my cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night She made me eat Her to huge orgasm, and then when She let me penetrate Her She told me that I should now think of Dave as Her primary sex partner, and myself as Her submissive cuckold husband.  She said that Her pussy gets wet at the thought of sex with him, and gets wet at the thought of humiliating me. She said that mostly when She lets me fuck Her it’s a sympathy fuck, and not because I turn Her on or anything, but because I’ll go nuts if I don’t fuck Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.  What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1432242387161615480?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1432242387161615480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1432242387161615480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1432242387161615480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1432242387161615480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/cock-sucking-date.html' title='Cock sucking date'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TOKZXDWmaWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hwgOmpJUh6I/s72-c/cocl%2Bsucking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-8234998504134787542</id><published>2010-11-12T12:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:17:47.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Time of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TN0wJdrAYGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_tNQ24GtLNE/s1600/cycle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TN0wJdrAYGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_tNQ24GtLNE/s320/cycle.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538636055877541986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is that time of the month when a lady is not well disposed to sexual activity.  Lasts about 5 days in our house.  I am normally given a blow job during that period of time – that would be the one I was given last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately that period is over now, and last night marked a return to normalcy.  As we climbed into bed Mistress told me to go down on Her and I ate Her to glorious orgasm. After, She invited me to fuck and cum in Her while I told Her I was Her submissive and She was entitled to Her alpha male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day we had both commented that I have a harder submissive time when it is that time of the month, and I do.  I think it is because I am not able to offer to and lick Her arse to mark the start of every day.  When I do get to do this, I awaken clear of my place and role in our lives, and my day is clear and more pleasant.  At least life is back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress was very kind when explaining to me last night why She wanted and had Dave in Her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Because for years you have convinced me, and I now believe, that due to your submissive nature you are not able to give me the alpha male sex that I enjoy and deserve, and so I am allowed to go out and find it elsewhere, and that’s what he provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are saying now that you think you can and want to provide that alpha male sex, then we can try that – but we’ve tried it before, and we both know that that’s not you. And I don’t want that from you. I love you and want you as my submissive husband.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we discussed my difficulty during Her period, and my inability to service Her orally, She recognised the problem, but pointed out that I serve Her in many other ways that She loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You make me tea, a bring me my blanket (to keep warm watching TV) you do the chores, you fetch and carry for me– you I do hundreds of little things that no other husband does for their wife, and I love you for it. You don’t have to lick my arse every day to submit to and serve me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s right of course. Thank good it won’t matter for the next 20 odd days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we’ve had sex again, all appears to be well.  Men! So predictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-8234998504134787542?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8234998504134787542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=8234998504134787542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8234998504134787542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/8234998504134787542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-of-month.html' title='Time of the month'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TN0wJdrAYGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_tNQ24GtLNE/s72-c/cycle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4941261426616743533</id><published>2010-11-11T19:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:00:46.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Cruel or dominant?</title><content type='html'>I got home from my game of racquetball at 6pm to find Mistress and the girls home, chatting in the kitchen having just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her crackberry was on the sideboard, outside Her handbag, so that was evidently going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that transpired in the day, She picked it up and cracked with him in my presence, then taking it upstairs with Her when She went to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought She might be sensitive to my insecurity, but no. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I am grateful to Her for illustrating so clearly Her dominant role and that Her pleasure with Her alpha mail comes before my insecurities. My cock actually twitches at the thought of how cruel this is.  Twitches mind.  Doesn’t get hard. Just twitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4941261426616743533?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4941261426616743533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4941261426616743533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4941261426616743533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4941261426616743533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruel-or-dominant.html' title='Cruel or dominant?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-9121050255300593347</id><published>2010-11-11T16:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:05:39.851Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNwThiDKMqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Go84ppWdCs/s1600/love%2Byou%2B001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNwThiDKMqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Go84ppWdCs/s320/love%2Byou%2B001.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538323108555535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mistress tried to call me on Her way back in fro Her meeting, but I was on a conference call and so She sent me this text.  It’s sweet. Except for the fat that She’s headed into the office where he was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have since been in touch, and She tells me they’ve both been busy so they’ve only exchanged the odd text between meetings…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-9121050255300593347?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9121050255300593347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=9121050255300593347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/9121050255300593347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/9121050255300593347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNwThiDKMqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Go84ppWdCs/s72-c/love%2Byou%2B001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-3582429127650908583</id><published>2010-11-11T09:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:07:27.389Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do I do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNu4FGIlCeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1KFNGBLI_s/s1600/difficult%2B001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNu4FGIlCeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1KFNGBLI_s/s320/difficult%2B001.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538222564467608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Dave was on a role. He and Mistress BBM’d all day as he wanked himself to orgasm at least twice over a 4 hour period (he was ‘working’ from home).  I didn’t ask to see the crack, but Mistress offered it to me and I read it.  The things they talked about! You would not believe!  Her pussy must have been soaking the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God you turn me on”, She said to him, “My pussy is dripping at the thought of your lovely cock ramming into me.  We need to have a major fuck session soon so you can shove it in me”, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dropped the kids at school because Mistress was going for a meeting.  There was a huge traffic jam on the motorway so I tried to call Her to warn Her not to take the motorway.  She was still at home getting ready.  I called Her iPhone. No reply.  I called Her crackberry, She picked it up on the first ring. It was obviously in Her hand as the two of them had started their days crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has on a short skirt and crotchless tights – they are expecting to meet up in the office later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I fit in?  As the provider of Her sexual excitement I don’t.  I do fit in as Her submissive husband.  God, it is so humiliating.  The humiliation turns me on, but watching him provide Her sexual excitement kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-3582429127650908583?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3582429127650908583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=3582429127650908583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3582429127650908583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/3582429127650908583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-i-do-this.html' title='Why do I do this?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNu4FGIlCeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1KFNGBLI_s/s72-c/difficult%2B001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5534695596495902837</id><published>2010-11-10T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:17:51.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex, sex and more sex</title><content type='html'>This morning as I lay in bed Mistress grabbed my hard on and played with it a bit.  This is quite unusual, but was, of course, very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In due course She went down on me and gave me a blow job.  She seemed pretty intent on making me cum.  She paused and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can never really tell whether I should give you a blow job or not’, She said.  I’m going to decide if and when I should, and you won’t get any say in it.  You’ll have to write it down every time I do, and I’ll give you some extra punishment strokes to make up for it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I came furiously into Her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout I was wondering, was She doing this to me because Dave has cum so much in Her mouth recently? Or because She wants to? If the latter, then why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I ask myself the question? She chooses to do it, and I like it.  I know why She blows Dave. Because She wants to. Otherwise She wouldn’t.  But why does She blow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse myself some times. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave came again this morning as he had BBM sex with Mistress at 10am.  He sent Her another cum pic (so She tells me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 noon he was ready for more, and pursuing a second shot.  She’s not said ye whether he came or not.  He certainly seems to be able to recover fast.  The first time they had sex he came twice inside of 40 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5534695596495902837?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5534695596495902837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5534695596495902837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5534695596495902837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5534695596495902837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/sex-sex-and-more-sex.html' title='Sex, sex and more sex'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-4478900912320995315</id><published>2010-11-09T14:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:10:32.777Z</updated><title type='text'>I never used to feel this way</title><content type='html'>Mistress texted me a string of kisses at about 11:30, then called me to discuss an errand I ran earlier in the day. And I’ve not heard from Her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted her a food icon just after I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 2:10 in the afternoon now – She must have had a lunch break, but She’s not texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cuckolding this would not bother me, but now it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even know Dave is not in the office today, but it still bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s one of the reasons why She doesn’t want me reading Her crack – because I’ll be able to see that She was in constant contact with him through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask to or look at Her crack today, unless She offers it to me in which case it would be rude to say no…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. There She is with  a text now – I’ll go and see what She has to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-4478900912320995315?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4478900912320995315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=4478900912320995315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4478900912320995315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/4478900912320995315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-used-to-feel-this-way.html' title='I never used to feel this way'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-1206324402731826128</id><published>2010-11-09T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:51:04.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Difficulty accepting him</title><content type='html'>Right now I’m having a little difficulty accepting him. The constant intimacy She has towards him is difficult to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that She loves only me, that the relationship with him is ‘just’ sex and excitement, but that I am Her loving, loved, submissive cuckold husband.  Great. But not easy to just accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure why I feel this way.  It might be because he got to cum yesterday and I did not – even if his orgasm was ‘just’ BBM sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-1206324402731826128?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1206324402731826128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=1206324402731826128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1206324402731826128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/1206324402731826128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/difficulty-accepting-him.html' title='Difficulty accepting him'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2277200222341995928</id><published>2010-11-09T09:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:06:27.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Morning ritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkPBcZgQKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jJ84zH5DX_Q/s1600/Morning%2BRitual.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkPBcZgQKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jJ84zH5DX_Q/s320/Morning%2BRitual.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473734306185378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8:20 Mistress leaves to drive west to take the kids to school for 08:40. She drops them off, and comes back home for breakfast just before 9am.  We eat together and She leaves for the office at about 09:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always takes Her crackberry on this journey to school, then, after She’s dropped the kids, She sits in the car park and they BBM for a little while before She comes home for breakfast.  Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2277200222341995928?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2277200222341995928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2277200222341995928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2277200222341995928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2277200222341995928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/morning-ritual.html' title='Morning ritual'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkPBcZgQKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jJ84zH5DX_Q/s72-c/Morning%2BRitual.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-5858748230718056769</id><published>2010-11-08T18:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:05:34.983Z</updated><title type='text'>He gets to cum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkOw05E7jI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AosRuu9rLl8/s1600/His%2BCum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkOw05E7jI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AosRuu9rLl8/s200/His%2BCum.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537473448823287346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No surprises, Dave was in a meeting and was in touch as soon as he came free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much in touch, in fact.  Mistress got back from the gym and they started cracking.  She got into the bath with Her crackberry and they texted furiously for about an hour. Fingers, arses, cocks and cunts.  He send a series of pictures over time of a half errect cock, a hard one, a furiously hard one, and finally a pool of spunk in his fist as he came on himself as a result of Her efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say She was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women love drawing sperm from a man. Have you noticed? Just like the cat that got the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite ambivalent about the whole experience.  I’m glad She enjoyed it, but I didn’t get hard at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More disturbing was this: It turns out that last Friday after he came in Her mouth (in his car) they were sat their talking 5 minutes later, and sperm spontaneously erupted from his cock. Quickly She dived Her head down to get it all and clean him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress never mentioned this to me when She recounted events afterwards, but Dave referred to the occurrence in his texts today, so She felt obliged to explain it all to me. ‘I’d forgotten that’ She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect illustration of how She only need tell me what She wants, and why She would be happier if I didn’t read Her crack, so She wouldn’t have to worry about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Mistress will do tonight?  Has She had enough sex for today now? Or will She feel obliged to stimulate me to orgasm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-5858748230718056769?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5858748230718056769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=5858748230718056769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5858748230718056769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/5858748230718056769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-gets-to-cum.html' title='He gets to cum'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNkOw05E7jI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AosRuu9rLl8/s72-c/His%2BCum.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-6354443146677102300</id><published>2010-11-08T12:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:32:12.659Z</updated><title type='text'>“Very quiet today”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNftxljONOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XoRxtzquKGQ/s1600/No+Crack.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNftxljONOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XoRxtzquKGQ/s320/No+Crack.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537155703024530658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress just rang me up. She’s concerned, She’s not heard from Dave all day.  She’s not texted him either… Saturday morning She said ‘Hi’, Sunday morning he said ‘Hi’, so it kinda follows that its Her turn today, but She’s not done it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my support She’s texting him now to say Hi and catchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said to Her, now She knows how I feel when She talks to him all day and not to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ask Her why She doesn’t text me more, She says She’s busy (never too busy to text him though!).  Now he’s at work and She’s got eh day off – the shoe’s on the other foot, but surprise surprise, She can’t see that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-6354443146677102300?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6354443146677102300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=6354443146677102300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6354443146677102300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/6354443146677102300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-quiet-today.html' title='“Very quiet today”'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNftxljONOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XoRxtzquKGQ/s72-c/No+Crack.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2800305924971505165</id><published>2010-11-08T12:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:07:33.543Z</updated><title type='text'>What do words mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfn_BVJxqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2bBZT4EarLU/s1600/BMW.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfn_BVJxqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2bBZT4EarLU/s320/BMW.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537149336750245538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are words significant? When are they significant, and when are they not? How do you decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend Dave texts Mistress. He’s been to look at a BMW he’s thinking of buying. Nice, black 318i, white leather trim – really nice… “you would look great in it” he says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Me?’ She says to me.  ‘Why does he say I’d look great in it? I wonder if he thinks his wife would look great in it too, whether he thought about what She’d look like in it…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.  I wonder too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2800305924971505165?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2800305924971505165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2800305924971505165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2800305924971505165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2800305924971505165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-words-mean.html' title='What do words mean?'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfn_BVJxqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2bBZT4EarLU/s72-c/BMW.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485522.post-2303642662577447185</id><published>2010-11-08T12:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:02:30.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Wanker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfmyAkyCTI/AAAAAAAAAt4/swxqSWPQ_gc/s1600/golf+course.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfmyAkyCTI/AAAAAAAAAt4/swxqSWPQ_gc/s320/golf+course.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537148013697435954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday when I was out on the golf course Mistress texted me to say that Dave was home alone, wanking and texting Her images of his cock while he did so (my words, not Hers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in She didn’t offer me Her crack to catch up on the conversation, but I took a look at is this morning – the usual exchange of hard core BBM sex that the two of them enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that She did not offer it to me to read. She’s not changed the password, so She knows I can get at it.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bed time She chose not to cane me, because I have been so ‘good’ where She defines ‘good’ as being happy and supportive of Her cuckolding relationship. So my arse was saved.  But She claimed She was going to raise the banner, and start caning me more for not serving Her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also says I cum too much for a submissive – every day or two at least. She says that is too much and She wants to introduce a payment charge for cuming – some strokes of the cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be an interesting week…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485522-2303642662577447185?l=subhubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2303642662577447185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485522&amp;postID=2303642662577447185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2303642662577447185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485522/posts/default/2303642662577447185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subhubbie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wanker.html' title='Wanker'/><author><name>sub hubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5522/2500/220/z/249815/gse_multipart54348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5Q6cR0YpjM/TNfmyAkyCTI/AAAAAAAAAt4/swxqSWPQ_gc/s72-c/golf+course.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
