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214 – My DISCIPLINED LIFE is not just about sex

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**Fair warning… full of deep thoughts and i got extra wordy today. Hope you stick to the end, but if you don’t, i get it! 😉

As of late, i have written a lot more about sex than discipline. While allowing sex to happen in any moment that pleases my husband is being submissive too, my “disciplined life” isn’t just about that either.

(** but in times of my intentional orgasm denial, i tend to think, walk, and talk S-E-X… so it’s easy to talk about A LOT!). Plus, domination and submission is sexy too. So there’s that!…. ANYWAY…..)

Our relationship does have rules, just not a formal contract, that include more than “just sex stuff” and all rules apply all the time. No matter where we are, what we do, who is with us…. The rules apply.

That may sound harsh, but i like it. It is consistent. We both know what to expect. i won’t say the rules are always applied correctly, or that we don’t change them, or that sometimes the rules need to be bent for certain situations because, well….they do. i should add that not just the rules are bent, but the consequences are sometimes also as well. While having “always applied” and “consistent practiced” being the ideal, it’s not practical. Unfortunately we have “life” that occurs causing rules and consequences to be bent.

The most obvious of reasons why the rules change (or get bent or transgressions more quickly forgiven without any real consequences) is illness. When either one of us do not feel well, it’s hard to do anything at all, let alone be dominant or submissive.

And sometimes we just “don’t feel like it” too. The most obvious time we don’t “feel” up to following the rules or enforcing the consequences is STRESS (and-or deadlines), especially stemming from work.

When we don’t feel like it, we have problems though. “Houston….. we have a problem” or multiple problems even!

Usually the problems start with ignoring the rules. When we say “it doesn’t apply” in this situation or for this reason or let’s take a break tonight or or or….. it amounts to excuses.

And like all things in life, we need to adhere to certain rules whether we “feel” like it or not. For example… can you imagine ignoring trash day because you don’t feel like it? Or how about ignoring the electric bill because you were “too busy” to get it paid?

We live by rules in our everyday life for a reason: to keep order.

And when they are not followed: chaos ensues.

So what are my rules? Really the answer to this question is also, in part, why we don’t have a contract. My rules are fairly general and generic. Things like, “Always show respect” and “Never talk back” and “say Sir when speaking to David”. And of course, i recently spoke about them in-depth recently and you can read all about it if you’d like.

Most of the times, my rules are easy but sometimes being so generic, it gets misunderstood or misinterpreted and that lands me in hot water. Most of the time though, the trouble i land is is me trying to use the vagueness to my advantage when i don’t “feel” like following the rules. That’s when i say, “oh. i didn’t realize you wanted ME to do that.” Or “i didn’t hear you Sir.” When i did. i knew. And i heard just fine. But I ignored him. On purpose.

And he knew it too.

Now he knows i lied too.

But he can’t prove it either.

And we both know.

THIS is where a good Dominant will enforce the rules anyway. Maybe a warning or a small punishment would be good. The first time. But not over and over.

So does David have rules too you ask? Well…. To lead our family, including me. He is to be fair and reasonable. Not change the rules on a whim. And enforce the rules for me when needed, whether he “feels” like it or not. Of course like me, sometimes he doesn’t “feel” like it.

When rules are enforced, we both know it has nothing to do with feelings or emotions. There’s a black and white situation at hand. There was a rule. It was broken. Consequences ensue. Consequences are enforced.

Period.

The end.

Feelings are not even relevant. He shouldn’t ever feel guilty about giving a spanking, making me stand in a Corner, or do whatever it is that is appropriate for the situation. Nor should i become emotional, try to twist the situation, or try to get out of the punishment. i earned it, i deserve it, and when it is administered we will both forgive, reset, and move on. (**Notice i did NOT say “forget”? Because neither of us should forget. If the transgressions are forgotten, then the rule is likely to be broken again and again causing unnecessary strife for all!)

i suppose really, how we both act or respond during punishment time is somewhat of a rule also. While i may not want it, or he may not want to give it, it is what it is at that moment. Like trash day… take it out and be done. Don’t overthink it, don’t try to change it, or make someone feel guilty, ashamed, or otherwise emotional about it. Similarly, David should just do it, and i should just accept it.

While it would stand to reason that most of the time, a punishment should be immediate, sometimes it’s not.

The three most obvious reasons that come to mind for not administering punishment immediately are:

1) being in a public place at the time, and

2) around our son and

3) when David is mad.

Taking those one at a time….

PUBLIC PLACES: i would say i tend to act up most while in public. i think the little devious side of me creeps in and says, “there’s nothing he can do about it right now.” So i say/do whatever i want, knowing nothing is going to happen. At least, not then or there. (**Read: brat submissive!)

Not then or there….But there’s no reason why it shouldn’t happen later or in a private place. And to that point, sometimes David doesn’t “feel” like it later or we are tired or we forget….. which gets me out of it. i think in some ways, i am counting on him to not feel like it later. Or maybe i am testing him too. Maybe not in an intentional, well-thought-out or appropriate way, and definitely not an appropriate one either.

A Dominant should always be true to his word. If he says, “you’ll be punished for doing xyz”, then you should be. Even if it happens later. But again, we (as humans, including my Dominant Sir) don’t always feel like it.

Let’s face it, we are not young kids or animals. We don’t have to have the punishment be swift or immediate. Because it’s not like i will forget that quickly why i am being punished later! And if i were to actually forget, it’s not hard to be reminded and think back to it when the punishment is administered too.

2) AROUND KIDS: Kids of any age are likely to think Mom is being beaten and abused if they were to hear Mom being spanked by Dad!

Spanking is NOT a quiet activity. Not only my yelps or tears, but David asking why are we here and talking to me too….. but ESPECIALLY noisy is the paddle itself when it collides with my ass cheeks. It makes a “smack” sound that is not quiet at all. (**there’s a reason why i write “S-M-A-C-K” when i describe my spankings in other posts!).

And while Domestic Discipline is in our marriage and a part of who we are, it’s not easily understood by ADULTS even. i know many of you don’t understand this is consensual, band while i can assure you: it IS!!; HOW would i ever be able to explain that to a child?

When i say child, i don’t just mean small ones. Our 17-year old, Senior in HS is still a child. He does not know about our DD household. (**no, he truly doesn’t!). Many people think and have even told me in emails, “he’s not stupid. He knows!” but i most definitely know he does not. i know this because we do not do any activities, including spanking, ANY time he is in the house. David has always spanked me when our son is away. The only thing our son has ever heard is me saying, “Sir” to David but here in the south, that’s reasonably the norm and our son doesn’t think much of it. (i even received a recent group email with several colleagues and clients were on the email, where one of the people replied all to a previous man’s statement with, “Yes Sir.”. My point is, even in the workplace, hearing someone say those words is not very uncommon.)

3) David is Mad. David has NEVER hit me, intentionally or otherwise, when he was mad. This is how i know he loves me unconditionally. No matter what caused his anger towards me, he has NEVER laid a hand on me until after his anger subsides.

And yet, when the anger subsides, those are the times when i KNOW i WILL be punished for it. The consequences or punishments are ALWAYS dolled out for these times. Without fail. But ALWAYS when he has calmed down.

David says he doesn’t trust himself when he gets angry to not beat me, to not go too far, to not just lash out with all he has. So because he’s still in control, of himself and our household, even when he is his most angry self, he refrains from dishing out all that i deserve.

And that’s how it should be!

That’s the difference between wife-beating and wife-discipline. That’s the difference between consent and non-consent. That’s why i know i can and do trust him to spank me when i most need it, but to never go too far either. And that’s why it’s consensual.

So… MY DISCIPLINED LIFE is about more than sex. It’s about rules. Every day, all the time…. But sometimes not always followed or enforced, even if it should be because… well… that’s life. But we try to do our best and move on from there.

Hugs,

Marie

211 – The Honor System

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i am well aware that you are probably getting tired of hearing about me and my chastity belt. But, it’s a very real source of my frustration right now and it’s the ONLY thing i seem to focus on, which means it’s the only thing i want to talk about too!

So bear with me…. i actually have a few other posts almost ready to publish, as i frequently start them whenever inspiration hits. Of course, until it’s done, i don’t hit “publish” for you to see. And right now, i’m not able to concentrate long enough on any of them to actually finish those for you to see. So… you are seeing “Me and My BFF Chastity” now instead.

Because i am SO close to my belt now .. physically and mentally … i have actually been trying to think of a good name for her. i mean, saying, “my chastity belt” is a mouth full and seems rather disconnected. i think i should adopt a more personal acceptance with her and become better friends with her. She does have my best interest at heart: staying out of trouble with Sir!

To date, no good names have come to mind. Suggestions?

As i was nearing bedtime, i asked Sir if i could go soak in a warm bath. i ALWAYS have to ask for this luxury. That’s been a rule for a long time now because as i lay flat, naked, relaxing in the water, i lose all will power. ALWAYS have and probably ALWAYS will!

i lie there floating and stare down at my sex. i watch as the water rises up between my legs and touches my pussy, to eventually rise up further and top over my boobs.

i lie there playing games with myself and the water. As the tub is filling, i move up and down to see if i can make the water touch my clit sooner than it already will as the added movement of the water creates a natural stimulation there and i watch as my clit swells.

Then my tits get cold, waiting for the water to rise enough to warm them, so i tickle my nipples until they protrude, generating more natural blood flow there too.

This is when i tell myself to STOP touching. And i usually do, but not always. Once as i was NOT stopping, Sir walked in on me where he moved with such stealth that i didn’t hear him. So i didn’t stop even in his presence. And THAT is why i have to ask permission to soak in the tub every-single-time now.

While it wasn’t specifically said then, but we both know it is true, Sir now doesn’t trust me to take baths without his knowledge and he usually decides to randomly walk in when I am in the tub to “check” on me. Granted, i could probably rub out an Orgasm in between his visits, but a ruined one would be worse than not even trying, and he mixes it up just enough that i can never be sure. So i am kept in check.

Soooooo that’s the back story that you needed for me to tell you about today’s events……..

i had sore muscles and i wanted to relax my mind too while soaking in an epsom salt bath before heading to bed. So i asked permission and it was granted. This time, as i stared down the length of my body as the water covered it, i was filled with emotions. It was RIGHT there! I COULD TOUCH IT IF I WANTED TO. BUT i didn’t! i was a good girl! I was happy to be strong in mind… and frustrated all the same!

In an attempt to NOT tempt myself anymore than i could stand, i got out and dried off sooner than usual. But the towel between my legs felt SO soft. As it dragged across my clit, i was keenly aware of how it felt THERE and decided to rub it extra dry… for just a second. Literally a second. Because i realized any more and i’d not stop there either!

i was SO proud of myself! Self control for the win! This was a GOOD night!

And i got into bed. i was reading as David came in where i had the covers to my waist covering my lower half and exposing only the top half. He squeezed my nipple and kissed me. THAT was TOO much. i lowered the covers and exposed myself to him. (i didn’t touch….)

He asked me, “what are you doing?”

“Allowing you access Sir.”

“Why? Where is the chastity? You KNOW nothing is going to happen. Nothing happened in the tub that you need to make me aware of right now, did it??” is what he asked as his fingers set down on my clit and started to move.

i didn’t even have a chance to respond when he stuck a finger deep inside my puss as his thumb continued rubbing my clit. OMG ….. the stars were aligned, i arched my back, and was ready to ask permission to cum (another rule)…. All just THAT fast!

i was on THE EDGE.

And Sir knew it. He saw the tell tale signs. He stopped.

His finger immediately pulled out. He slapped down once on my clit hard enough to make its point clear! Bringing me back to my reality in such immediacy that i continued to see stars, but they weren’t the bright and brilliant kind that i wanted and liked!

That’s when he said, “you know, had you not opened your legs I never would’ve known. I was going to let you be on the Honor System tonight and whether you had on chastity or not, I was going to trust you to do the right thing. But now, I don’t think that’s a good thing at all. Needy girls need to be kept from their own self destructive ways. Now go put on the belt. And bring me the key.”

And that’s how the Third Night with my new BFF, ever-so-close-to me started with my Needs-A-Better-Name chastity belt.

As i locked Glory tight into her place, (Ohhh i like the name Glory. Maybe that’s her name now! That just came to me. What do you think? Make a better suggestion?)….. i then walked to David where he laid in our bed with his palm up waiting for the key to be placed there.

And i climbed into my side of the bed and prepared myself for another long night with Glory. She’s comfortable and not a problem to sleep in, physically. Mentally… another thing altogether!

And i drifted off to sleep with Glory snuggly locked up against my skin and protecting my sex.

In the middle of the night, i woke up, unable to get back to sleep. i thought about Glory (name is starting to ring a bell and stick!) and reached down to feel her against me. i felt just how close she was, how tight, how i can’t escape if i even wanted to, at least not without the key.

My hand ran the length of her between my legs. And i felt aroused. REALLY aroused. And my mind played tricks on me…. i heard myself thinking, “you could probably get a finger or two inside the edge and to your clit. You COULD do this!”

And i tried. Hard. i became intent on this! i WANTED this! And if i was going to work THIS hard to get past my guardian angel Glory, i deserved this! But… i could stop. Anytime i wanted to. And i would. (Right??)

My clit was swelling. i felt it pressing against the metal. i felt it desirous of my touch.

i suddenly became VERY intent on casting aside my BFF and going for the touch. i would stop anytime i needed to. i wouldn’t actually get an O. i just needed to get past Glory and to touch her enough to get a little second of happiness.

But.

Glory is a stronger BFF than even i knew. With a sucked in stomach and (basically) holding my breath, i found i could press a single finger between her steel and my body. But with a swollen clit, Glory was hanging on to my clit tighter than i would’ve thought.

My finger became caught in the folds of my puss and the steel, and then i had to take a breath expanding my stomach. That made Glory pinch my finger. To the point, i pulled it out. And stopped. In complete frustration.

I NEVER DID TOUCH MY CLIT. AT ALL!

i could chose to hate Glory for being on Sir’s side. Or i could chose to thank her for keeping me honest. i chose thankfulness. (It is the month to be THANKFUL.. even in the month of NO-vember!)

So now i still don’t have a clear idea of how long me and Glory will be BFF’s at night… but what i am sure of is, if she wasn’t my BFF before, i am POSITIVE she is now.

And David will NOT trust me to be on the HONOR SYSTEM again.

Here’s to a long and THANKFUL month of me and Glory.

Hugs,

Marie

201 – Who’s in Control Anyway?

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Does a submissive give up control? Does a Dom take control? Is the submissive still in control? Does a Dom really have control over anything at all?

These are a few questions i find myself thinking about this morning.

Ultimately i don’t think the CONTROL belongs to anyone… except of course, to yourself. Meaning, i need to control me and he needs to control him. Controlling the other should not a prize to be won or an award to be given, nor is it the ultimate goal.

David is quite stressed out right now. And i am not. This is the scenario that gets me into the most trouble because i have more time to be thinking about how to be the best submissive i can be. You might think that’s a good thing, and frequently it can be. Until it’s not.

When i think too much about being the best submissive, i tend to (basically) become obsessed with it which means i look to David for direction in my quest for “more”. Which is a recipe for disaster really, because it’s then that when i do not receive the feedback (attention!) i am seeking that i do not respond with my best-submissive-self. So it is self destructive behaviors and leads to problems. In addition, when i am in this mood if seeking this feedback (reassurances) i become needy. Needy of a strong dominant. And i can see why he thinks i am wanting him to “control” me.

Of course, remember, i already said he’s been stressed out. Work has been hectic for him and due to circumstances beyond his control (ie other’s procrastination!) he finds himself up against deadlines that are quite possibly too tight to meet., but he has to try.

So instead of being the best-submissive …. Who leaves my Sir alone and tries to make myself less of a burden to him….. i don’t. When i become obsessed with being the best of the best, i become needy to seek out the reassurances and direction from him that i am doing good.

Reassurances that he has ZERO time for.

So yesterday i got onto his very last nerve and i heard him say, “I don’t have time to control you! If that’s what you need, go find another Dom!”

Now … don’t misunderstand…. he wasn’t telling me he wanted to get divorced, or to go away, or to be unfaithful, or anything permanent.

He was genuinely meaning, “TODAY I don’t have time, I am stressed out, and if you really want or need reassurances then (maybe) find the second Dom that we’ve been talking about. Because today it is just too much for me, and a second Dom could prove useful right now for both of us.”

So knowing his intentions behind the second sentence were not bad, and actually could be a good thing/helpful was ultimately fine for me. But the first sentence is what bothered me…….

“I don’t have time to control you!”

What went through my head were thoughts like this….

– Does he really think i want him to control me??

– Doesn’t he see that all he has to do is control himself and i will follow?

– He doesn’t control my decision to follow, nor will he ever, so don’t i ultimately have the control?

– How can i follow someone who is just busy trying to figure out how to control me? Isn’t that circular referencing?

Well…. The time to get answers to ANY of those questions was NOT yesterday in that moment. (Likely not today either!). Had i continued on, it would have lead to an argument, at best. i could also tell that while the best thing for me having stirred up the pot so much would have been to have received a discipline of some sort, it was NOT going to go down that way….

Had i received the discipline i so clearly deserved, it would have been: a) feeding into my sub-frenzy, b) distracting for David, who desperately needed to focus on the work he is doing, c) been more of ME in control (aka: Topping from the Bottom) and i don’t control him anymore than he controls me! Yet, i sure was trying to “control” him right into disciplining me!

Had i been in control, which obviously i am not, i would’ve made me go stand in the corner until further notice. It would’ve given me (as David) the opportunity to get the work done without being bugged by me (his sub). It also would’ve given me (the sub) the ability to reflect on how much i was NOT being a sub when i was busy causing unnecessary distractions.

Then when I (as David) took a break, because eventually I would, I would’ve told me (as Submissive) to assume the position. And I (as David) would’ve delivered a spanking that went something like this…..

“You will count and thank me for every single swat of this paddle. I had NO time for your shenanigans today, so I am taking a break to teach you a lesson while also relieving my stress on your ass. Do NOT EVER push me to this place again when you KNOW I am stressed to meet this work deadline.”

Smack! (oh wow. This hurt from the very second he started!)

“One Sir. Thank you Sir.”

“Trying to push me into dominating you at a time that is convenient for you isn’t how a good sub should be. Stop Topping from the Bottom!”

Smack! “Two Sir. Thank you Sir.”

“Telling me how to dominate isn’t being submissive at all. I will not tolerate you trying to act like you are ‘letting me know how needy’ you are. That is completely unnecessary.”

Smack! “Three Sir. Thank you Sir.”

And it would’ve continued from there until i (as sub) was seemingly acting sufficiently remorseful.

But that’s not how it went. And in the end, it probably went better than my version. What actually happened was i apologized for my behavior, for trying to push David into something he didn’t want to be bothered with, and we (more or less) went about our separate business for the day.

i tried very hard to be “ok” with what felt to me like i was being ignored and to not even let on to him what all was really going on in my head. i think it – mostly – worked.

i say that it worked because we didn’t get into a fight, i didn’t get my way, and David was able to get done a lot of what was needed. No, he’s not met the (likely impossible!) deadline, but he was able to get done as much as he could without distractions too.

In the end, i don’t want him to control me…. i need to control me. And i need to be reminded (by him and/or myself) not to try to control him and let him control him. When we each just control ourselves, especially within the framework of our DD relationship, it works.

i don’t know if i will be punished or not… not sure it matters… in some ways by not getting my way, i learned my lesson. i just hope it sticks.

Hugs,

Marie

199 – Variations on “Defer to his authority”

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i have written wrote about “the rules” before and i am working on another such post. Our rules are set. Unchanging. And so,etc,es there there are impromptu or for-today or because-i-can rules set into motion too.

Ultimately these would fall under the general category of “deferral.” The fact he has ultimate authority and decision-making power means that he can set into motion any new rule he wants to. And my job is to defer to him and his authority. Now mind you, i trust he won’t set anything in motion that i would ultimately take disagreement to anyway… but he ever did, I know i can talk reason into him too.

Today he decided I needed to wear an anal plug to work. For no reason really.

Maybe the “reason” is to serve as a reminder that he’s in charge. Or maybe as a tangible and constant FEELING of his authority. Or maybe just to see if i’d obey, which i will. Or maybe he wants me to think of him allllll day.

Or maybe he intends to use that hole for his personal pleasure and is getting it ready today. Or maybe to get me sexually charged up with NO ability to do anything about it (i am headed to work after all!)

Or maybe to mess with my mind and make me wonder about all these things and it’s nothing at all.

Not only did he decide an anal plug would escort me to work today, but he was to be the one to put it in its place too. He said, “get a plug, get it ready (with lube), and get into position.”

This position means to bend over, spread my legs, and hold my ass cheeks apart.

He came and said, “what a pretty sight to see my little girl.” And with that, he picked up the plug and i felt the tip press against my opening.

i held my breath as he pressed it inside. I always know the EXACT moment it pushes past the sphincter muscle as the pressure immediately subsides.

Even though i knew it was in, i also knew not to move just yet. He pressed it deep and played with the plug just a moment saying, “it won’t go any further in unless I press it in. Do you like that feeling?“

Now, i wouldn’t say i liked the feeling, but i did like that he liked it! So by a roundabout, i did indeed like it. i told him this too. And he slapped my ass in a hard, but good-fun way, and said, “ok, free to go to work now.”

As i let go of my ass cheeks and stood up, i felt the plug position itself between my legs and deeply in my ass. He always has me wear a thong on plug days so it holds it in as far as possible too. In fact, the thong is really about 1-2 sizes too small, which makes the string part ride up between my ass cheeks further, so it serves its purpose even better.

As always, i said, “thank you Sir.” And i kissed him.

So now i am off to work. i have no doubt he will ask me a couple of times today how it is feeling, and of course, as the day goes on it will become increasingly less pleasurable. But the fact that he wants it there and i am his submissive and intend to do as i am told…. It will be in its place a very LONG time today.

Have an amazing day my friends!

Hugs,

Marie

191 – Fiction: All Tied Up

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He woke me up saying, “My sweet Baby Girl, it’s time to wake up. Today is Sunday and I have a lot in store for us. Your day is going to be all tied up. So be prepared.”

I had no idea what that really meant, but my only response was to smile at my Sir and say, “I can’t wait to see what the day holds Sir.” And I meant it too.

I got out of bed, naked as always, and asked Sir, “whatever do you have in mind Sir? How should I dress for the day?”

As he raised his hand to motion toward me he simply said, “Exactly as you are now my love.”

I smiled and said, “ok, then I am almost ready to begin the day. May I go wake up with my (usual) morning coffee?”

He smiled back and said, “of course. But come to me when you are done and we will begin the day.”

“Yes Sir.”

I was intrigued by the way my day was starting and wondering what all it would entail or just how it would end, but … as always….. coffee first!

Once I was awake with coffee ingested, I went to the home office where my Sir was and kneeled on my mat beside him. He kept keying away at his keyboard, but he knew I was there.

It didn’t take long and he turned toward me. He opened his desk drawer and pulled a familiar object out. My collar. To be specific, my submissive slut wife collar. This was the collar I wore when we are about to have sexual activity and I suddenly knew that whatever Sir had in mind, I wouldn’t be wearing any clothes at all today!

Sir bent down and kissed me on the cheek, while putting the collar around my neck. He asked me, “are you ready for today?”

“Absolutely and always ready for you Sir!” And I was!

As he buckled the collar in its place, I noticed he buckled it a bit tighter than usual. He said, “I mean business today!” Just by placing a collar on my neck, and by it being a notch tighter than usual, I was already going to my favorite submissive headspace and knew today was going to be A-mazing!

As I heard the lock snap into place securing the collar tightly to my neck, I felt the first release of precum drip from my pussy.

That’s when his hand rubbed against my cheek, he smiled at me, and said, “You are such a beautiful bride and my soulmate. My heart, head, and my cock all love you dearly. You already look so amazing today my wife.” I loved it when he looked at me with such love in his heart and happiness on his face. My heart was racing with equal excitement and happiness.

He turned back to his desk and grabbed something else. He turned back to me and said, “Today I intend to tie you up. Literally. Little bit by little bit all throughout the day. So that by day’s end, you’ll be in the exact position I want and if all goes well, I’ll be so turned on by your obedience and positioning that I intend to fuck your brains out. How does that sound my sweet girl?”

I looked at my Sir and with the biggest grin, and feeling giddy, I said, “absolutely wonderful!” And I felt the second release of precum drip from my pussy, all for my Sir.

He said, “This is a new breast harness I’ve had made for you.” I could tell the basics of this breast harness were like a bra, but not too similar either. Instead of having arm straps, it had two straps at the top of it, to which he used the clip to attach it to the loop in the front of my collar so that the actual harness was now hanging down between my boobs. He then separated the sides and wrapped it around my chest and told me to turn around. On my back I heard a lock click into place where I knew Sir had locked me into this harness from the back. When he turned back to my front, he pulled the leather straps apart. I could tell there was one for each breast and they had a bottom curve and sides to them, something like a shelf bra but with a U-shape to it too. He moved each breast so that it sat on top of the shelf and was squeezed inside the edges. It made my breasts stand on end and point outward for easy access to Sir. The U-shapes were kind of tight, but I knew it would only serve to keep my breasts perky and accessible to him and wouldn’t really hurt either. It really made my nipples quite obviously point straight outward, which I think was Sir’s intention really.

That’s when he sat back and smiled. He grabbed his phone and said, “I intend to take pictures today as I create my masterpiece. I do not want you to smile in any of them. Just look at me and express whatever your mood is at the time.” And I did. I hoped my look expressed exactly how much love I was feeling at this moment as I sat taller on my mat with my collar and chest bound and pointing straight outward. And he snapped the photo.

And as he did, I was so proud of who I am and that my Sir saw my pussy was dripping wet for him!

Without another word, he turned back to his computer and did some more work while I sat still on my mat for a good long time.

I started to doze off as the time ticked by and my posture became slouched. Sir apparently noticed as I suddenly felt a sharp squeeze to one of my nipples and he started talking saying, “So apparently this part of things has grown comfortable already.”

He brought a familiar nipple clamp with chain out. Each nipple had a clamp attached to it and he said one word, “Open.”

I knew he meant my mouth, so I did. And he placed the chain in my tongue and said, “Close”.

Now when I moved my head my nipples would feel it. And I couldn’t exactly talk too well with my mouth full also.

It wasn’t long and he said he was moving to the living room and I was to follow. I have a mat there too that I started to kneel on when he said, “No, stand beside the couch and spread your legs.”

He had the spreader bar that had thigh cuffs on it. A tight metal bar forces my legs apart on the inside of my thighs, while held in place by the cuffs at each end that are attached to my thighs. Sir applied each cuff individually, locking those in place too. Now my legs were forced apart and held in place by this bar that was locked to each thigh. He reached down and touched two fingers to my clit, which was so easily showing on display now without any ability for me to close my legs or deny him access. Sir smiled and said, “I love my masterpiece already! Don’t you my sweet girl??”

And he raised his phone and said, “Another picture is in order.” And started snapping away. Even if I’d wanted to smile, with a chain in my mouth and my nipples starting to throb, it really wasn’t possible.

That’s when he said, “Turn around.” And I did. I had my back to him and was facing the couch. I felt him come up behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist and with his head near my ear he said, “you are the most amazing submissive slut wife I could’ve ever asked for!”

He let go of my waist with his right hand only and I felt it go to my back and push me forward. With his left hand still in place on my stomach, his right hand was bending me over at the waist.

He said, “put your head on the couch and your arms in the small of your back.” And I did.

I felt his hand go between my legs and rub on my clit. His fingers were finding their happy place and my cunt was sucking up his love! He made a sound of happiness and he said, “oh, I love how wet you are my dear. You know I love it how you are always ready for me. I’ve worked so hard to train you to always be ready and I’m so pleased it works now every time!”

He released his touch and proceeded to put a leather cuff on each wrist and I heard the clip attach one to the other. I was handcuffed behind my back. While I knew he didn’t actually lock them together with a lock and key, he didn’t need to. The way the cuffs were made, and behind my back, I couldn’t get myself out if I’d wanted to either.

He stood me back upright and turned me to face him. His hands on my shoulders and he took one step back to look me up and down where he admired his handiwork. He smiled and said, “time for breakfast now.”

He told me to take a seat at the breakfast table while he prepared our meal. When he was done, he made one plate and came and sat beside me. He said, “Because you won’t have the use of your hands, I’ll be doing most all of your basic functions for you today. I know you recognize me as your dominant master, but sometimes I need to know you rely on me to make your every decision and to care for you fully. Today will be one of those days.”

He continued, “Now obviously you can’t eat with a chain in your mouth so spit it out and release it for me now.”

I did.

He took hold of the chain and with a devilish grin he was pulling back on the chain, causing my nipples to be pulled towards him too, he said, “are you ready??”

I cringed as I knew what was coming next but I had no power to change my destiny either.

He pulled it taut causing a jolt of pain to go straight to my nipples and said, “I asked you a question and I expect an answer Little Missy!”

I responded honestly, “Nooooo Sir, I am not rea-d-yyyy.”

But as I got to the end of the word “ready”, it was too late. He jerked hard on the chain and just like that, my nipples were freed from the captive teeth of the clamps. The blood flowed fast into the tips and they burned like fire. I yelled out as the pain was so intense and my nipples throbbed with such intensity I thought they could explode. I so wished I could reach to them and give them soothing comfort to ease their pain, but with my hands tied behind my back that was nothing but a mere wish.

Instead I looked down at them expecting to see something different, but they looked the same as always: perky and upright and yet now very red too.

I heard the familiar sound of the camera click. Sir was taking more photos of me. And he was loving every minute of his time with me this way too.

After putting down the camera and picking up a fork full of eggs, he said, “Open.” And he began to feed me like a child. Just this simple act made me keenly aware of how dependent I was upon him and how much power I had willingly yielded to him. And yet, even if I’d been told at the start this was where I’d be I’d have yielded my power just as quickly too.

He said, “Don’t make me tell you to open for every bite. After you chew and swallow, reopen your mouth willingly and wait. I will feed you when I want to, and how much I want to too. I want this meal to be filled with silence this morning as I enjoy my meal and your predicament.”

I knew this wasn’t a time to say a single word, so I just did as told and reopened my mouth. He smiled and said, “That’s my good baby girl. You ARE my baby girl right now, helpless and dependent upon your Daddy Sir to provide for you. You do know that, right?”

I didn’t respond here either. We both knew it was a rhetorical question and required no response at all.

We ate in silence and Sir gave me plenty of food and drink both. I’ve never worried about his judgement or ability to meet my needs and today wasn’t a day to start either.

When our meal was done, he said, “I imagine you need to use the restroom and empty your bladder so go to the toilet and I will be there shortly.”

He has never wiped me before so I wasn’t sure how this would go really and was embarrassed at the thought, but I had no other options with the use of my hands restricted too. And he was right, my bladder was aching for its release too.

As I was finishing he came and said, “stand up now. Since your legs are spread already, this will be easy for both of us.”

He gently and kindly wiped me clean and it wasn’t nearly as humiliating as I’d actually imagined in my mind.

And this is how our day progressed. After lunch, he said, “I want you to take a nap and rest for what I still have planned to come today. You will nap in our bed until I come for you.”

I said, “Yes Sir. I understand Sir. But… may I ask…..”

He said, “Spit it out child. What do you have to ask me?”

“Sir, my arms are aching from being tied for so long behind my back. May you please release them?”

He thought for a minute and as he made a motion for me to turn around, he grabbed the clip and released my arms from one another.

I took the moment of freedom to stretch my arms and rub my forearms. And shortly thereafter, he said, “put both arms by each side now.”

That’s when he clipped each one to the thigh cuffs pinning my arms to my sides. Again, no need to put a lock and key on them because I couldn’t reach the clip with just one hand if i had wanted to! And just like that, I was pinned once more, but now in a different position at least too.

He turned and slapped me hard on the butt and said, “Now off to nap time with you young lady.”

While getting myself comfortable was a challenge, I started to drift off to sleep. But before I was able to get to a full sleep, I heard Sir come in as he was talking on the phone. He said, “Just a minute Julie, I’ll see if I can find her.”

After muting the phone, he said in a questioning tone to me, “Apparently you told Julie you’d spend some time with her today?”

“Oh crap! I forgot. I did! I told her we could go to the mall and have an afternoon of drinks too.”

Sir said, “well, not anymore you aren’t. You need to tell her something now to get yourself out of this commitment and I’ll put the phone to your ear. You have 2-minutes and I’ll watch the clock and hang up on her at that time, so make it short and to the point or else she’s going to think you were a rude Bitch who just hung up on her.”

“Yes Sir.”

And he put the phone to my ear and in my sweet southern lady voice I said, “Oh hi Julie. …… Yes, I did forget………Oh yes, I know it’s been so long indeed but I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” (Pause) “well, you know, with things that I just can’t get out of right now.”

Sir looked at the clock and I could tell my time was about to be up.

“Julie, we will just have to reschedule. I sure love our friendship and I know you’ll understand.”

With that, Sir was taking the phone from my ear and I spit out the words, “Take care and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Click.

Sir patted me on the head and said, “what a good girl, now take a nap and rest your eyes for awhile. I’ll be in soon enough.”

“To be sure you do as you are told, I’ve decided I want to secure you to the bed. He reached up and grabbed the rope that was securely attached to the bed frame that he’d installed last year, and he clipped the end to my collar. And since my arms were secured to my legs, there was no need to attach a lock or key as I couldn’t reach my arm to my neck to release myself, not that I wanted to anyway really.

As he backed away from me, he walked backward while facing me. With phone in hand, he snapped even more photos. When I started to smile to him, not for the photos but to my loving husband, he was quick to say, “Turn your face away! I told you I didn’t want you to smile so look away if you must.”

As I thought he was going to leave, he must’ve changed his mind since he then said, “you know what? I want to tie up those breasts even further. Turn onto your back now.” And he moved into our closet.

When he came back he had a rope and he said, “I’m loving the harness but those tits just aren’t sticking out enough. I’m going to bind them tighter with this rope.”

That’s when he started winding the rope around each breast and then through the middle to wrap the other. He created a perfect figure eight shape, while wrapping each breast tighter and closer to one another. He continued until they were protruding straight away. He tucked the rope and finished it off. As he did, he stepped back and grabbed his phone once again. He smiled saying, “I love it! So damn beautiful!” Click, click, click.

With that, he turned and as he was leaving he said, “sleep well!” Although i had no real idea how I was going to do that at all! So instead, I found myself wondering about what Julie really thought. I’ve never gotten on and off the phone with her in a mere 2-minutes, which has always been irksome to Sir and it’s been a raw topic between us over the ages.

Despite the bindings, I put that thought out of my mind and found myself drifting off to sleep. I’d have to try to explain it better to her when i see her next time…. probably tomorrow.

When I woke, it was to having my Sir’s mouth attached to a protruded nipple and his fingers quickly found their favorite spot further south. I’m always wet for him, even with just a moment’s notice, so his fingers slid right into my pussy without issue.

As his tongue released my nipple from its grip, he said, “Time to wake up and perform your services for me now. I’ve finished my work and I am needing to bury my cock in this wet needy pussy. My cock needs to be worked out and drop a load of cum deep into your cunt. You’re okay with that, am I right my sweet slut?”

I smiled as I opened my eyes and said, “Absolutely Sir. You know my body is always here to provide service to you and give your cock with the deserving home it seeks!”

I heard his pants unzip. He said, “I’m going to move you to the side of the bed so your head will fall from the edge. Then I’m going to jam my cock into your mouth and you need to suck my cock until it’s rock hard.”

I was already on my back, so he loosened the bed rope attached to my collar to allow me to move sideways. He pulled me so that my neck was on the edge of the bed and I let my head flop to the side. I opened my mouth instinctively and immediately I felt his cock his the back of my throat. I almost gagged on such a fast intrusion, but I know better than to gag on my Sir’s cock. Such an act would’ve been perceived as rejection of the gift he’s provided me today, and I’d never insult him in such a way!

As he started to throat fuck my mouth, my nose kept touching my Sir’s ball sack. I felt his balls move back and forth I found it hard to stay still for him to fuck my mouth. I started squirming trying to move where my nose would be clear to breathe.

I felt his hands grab my tits and use them as leverage to push back and forth. He was intent on his mission and as I moved he commanded me to, “Stay still you fucking cunt. I need to get hard already!”

That was the exact moment when she came into our bedroom and I heard Julie spit out the words, “What the fuck is going on? What the hell did you call your WIFE and my friend??”

She started coming at my Sir and tried pushing him off of me. She obviously heard the last sentence where he called me his favorite pet name, his cunt. She saw me tied up and must’ve jumped to conclusions of abuse. Maybe she thought I was being held against my will. I said, “Julie, it’s not what you think! I’m ok. I promise you!”

Sir got pissed though and said, “She IS my wife and what the fuck are you doing in our bedroom? I have every right to treat her the way we are accustom to.”

Julie started to stutter and said, “the garage door was up and your car was here, so after she hung up so rudely on me i came to see what was going on. And now I see she’s being abused! I won’t let you do this to her!”

There it was. I was right. She assumed what she saw was against my will. But she was so wrong. Obviously I couldn’t go to her, so I just said again, “Julie, this is my desire. I am his submissive slut wife, and I LIKE it.”

She then started to show reduced anger and it was replaced with confusion. She said, “when I knocked and no one answered, I came in looking for answers. I wanted to know what was so pressing that you had to cancel on me.”

I said, “what was pressing was actually my Sir’s cock in my throat. The very same one I was about to get fucked by when you interrupted us.”

I heard Sir say, “Julie, she told you she was all tied up. She wasn’t lying.”

Julie looked in shock and said, “You said you were all tied up, but I didn’t take that literal!”

Julie looked at him and said, “obviously.”

That’s when her anger truly subsided and she said, “I guess I need to go. I’m… I’m…. sorry.” She was now embarrassed and at that moment, she just wanted to get away.

But Sir grabbed her by the arm and said, “Julie, all is well here. You know that right?”

Julie started to look at the ground as she was now going into shock at what she’d seen. I said, “Julie, I’m fine. Actually I’m better than fine. I am in my favorite place, serving my dominant Master Husband. If you want to stay, and watch to see that I speak truth, I feel like Sir would welcome that.”

Julie looked at me in surprise and said, “You… you… you want me to stay???”

I smiled and said, “well… yes.”

Sir handed her his phone and said, “I’ve been taking pictures all day. How about you take pictures of anything you see that you like… or rather maybe something you think we would like….”

Julie stared at the phone and barely spoke. All she could say was, “oh, well, Uhm… thanks, but … uhm….”

I laughed and said, “surely you’ve seen people have sex before! And surely you wouldn’t show dishonor to my Sir by saying no to his request.”

She reluctantly took the phone and said, “oh wow. Uhm. Well. Ok.”

And with that, my loving husband looked at me and said, “it seems your friend now knows how submissive and slutty you really are. Put on a show for her to have some picture worthy moments.”

I said, “Yes Sir!”

That’s when Sir said, “Now, open that mouth and let’s see about getting my cock ready to fuck your cunt once more.”

I opened my mouth and he started to fuck my face with even more eagerness than before.

My husband started talking as if Julie wasn’t even present by saying, “What an amazing day this is shaping up to be…. Woman, suck my cock hard! You make me a happy man. And while your mouth has talent, what my cock really wants is to be balls deep in that pussy of mine. Are you ready?”

I mumbled, “Yes Sir” since his cock was still jamming deep in my throat. That’s when he pulled his rock hard cock out of my mouth and he said, “So Julie. You think you can get some great shots of my submissive slut devouring my cock right into her needy pussy?”

She said, “uhm, I think so. But I may need to move to get a better shot.”

My Sir said, “That’s the way to think! Go for it. So move anyway you want and take whatever pics you can. She won’t object, will you my beautiful slut?”

All I could manage to say was, “Like I told you before, I’m all tied up today… and I have nowhere to go!”

All from then on, all I heard was the familiar sound……. click, click, click.

The end.

Hugs,

Marie