December is supposed to be the “most wonderful season of all,” at least according to all the Christmas season songs. i find it can be the most hectic and busiest time of all.
And when i get busy… i get stressed…. And the way i deal with stress is to get laser focused on the task at hand, get it done, and checked off the list. Kinda like a race horse with blinders on, i put on my blinders and get focused.
Blinders, as shown in the photo, on a race horse is done to allow it to just focus on what’s straight ahead: the finish line.
As i was searching for the perfect race horse blinder photo, i saw these words on a website that described why a race horse wears the blinders:
Horses wear blinders in order to keep them focused on the job in front of them, not on any external disturbances such as cars, sirens, fireworks, or horse-drawn carriages that would otherwise cause the horse to spook and possibly cause damages or harm to itself.
That first sentence…. “Focused on the job in front of them,” resonates with me. While i do NOT wear actual blinders (come on peeps, i am not that crazy…. Or am i? Lol), that’s how my mind gets when i get stressed with a to-do list a mile long… focused.
Well….. THAT is when i am not at my most-best-submissive self either.
And THAT leads to trouble.
i mean, i have things to do. Who has time to slow down, chose my words properly, deliver the words with correct tone, and say “Sir.” That is all superfluous. Right?? W-R-O-N-G!
So yes, my friends, i went from being the most-submissive wife last month (while being denied O’s) to being on-a-mission to get stuff done and forgetting to be my husband’s submissive wife this month.
NOT a recipe for success.
Yesterday was one such day. We had several of my husband’s coworkers to our house for a Christmas party. Beforehand, as we were setting up, we were working together to get stuff set out and doing well. Until we weren’t.
David asked me, “should we move these chairs?” as he was referring to the dining room chairs set around the table that was now repurposed for the food in a buffet line and wouldn’t be used as a seating/earring table.
So i said, “where?” As in, “ok, let’s move them… but i’m not sure where would be best… just back away or to a useful place? What did you have in mind?”
What David heard was, “And where would you think we should put them? There’s no logical place, and it’s not necessary, people can move the, if they get in the way… we have other things to do, so ……”
Again… laser focused, no time for excess words…. And … yah, in trouble i was!
He was immediately angry. He looked at me and said, “When I make a suggestion, it’s important. You do not need to question me. Either you’ll be submissive and do as I say or we won’t do this at all. Do I make myself clear?”
i was in shock honestly. i didn’t understand what the problem was actually. Here’s what went through my head……
i said, “where?” What was there that i was questioning? Why is he mad? i thought i was being helpful, submissive, and getting things done. What does he mean by “you’ll be submissive..or we won’t do this at all.”….. being submissive is who i am, not an air i put on. i can’t NOT do it. Does he mean he won’t be my Sir? He wasn’t saying we wouldn’t be married and we won’t do MARRIAGE at all, was he?”
I WAS CONFUSED.
So when he said, “Do I make myself clear?” My ultimate thought was “ NO, not really!”
Thankfully, what came out of my mouth next was, “YES.”
But…. Of course…. i didn’t say, “Sir.” Nor did i respond any too quickly. There was a distinct pause in my response (see above for all the things i was thinking about!! That took a hot minute!)
That’s when he said, “your response makes your position clear.”
And he stood there staring at me, expecting a better response and more words to come from my mouth. Of which, i strongly debated if i should stay silent OR spew out all the paragraph of thoughts that went through my mind! (See above again.)
i knew if i said anything at all, we would be in a fight. I also knew he was expecting more from me.
Oh-good-grief. What a disastrous start to this party! Now i was just annoyed.
And at that very moment, i was saved by the bell. Literally, our door bell rang. Our first guest arrived. And he went to answer it. Thankful for the reprieve, the party was officially started. (It had to get better from here, right?? YES it did!)
i honestly figured all would be done and forgotten then as we entertained, ate, drank, and hours of conversation passed. But at the end, after all the guests left and we were cleaning up, David looked at me and said, “so…. Tell me what you were thinking when the door bell rang.”
OH CRAP. Really?? Ok, fine, i will tell you.But you just TOLD me to tell you. i can’t together in trouble for speaking my mind when i was told to, right??
So i told him. Just like i told you above.
And no, i didn’t get in trouble. Nor did we get in a fight. It’s probable it would’ve done one of those (trouble or fight), had I said it earlier, because there was emotion involved. However, by the time the words flowed, the emotion had subsided on both sides, which was a good thing!
Instead of trouble, he put his arms around my neck, leaned down and kissed me, and said, “I guess my suggestion should have been worded differently, but so should your response. Would you agree?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Now let’s go to sleep and do better tomorrow, shall we?”
“Yes Sir.”
And it ended well. But….. i need to take the blinders OFF some too. i don’t need to be so laser focused on perfection, getting to the finish line, or getting everything done even!
That same horse website mentioned previously said this about “why doesn’t the horse wear blinders all the time?”…
If worn all the time, however, blinders would get in a horse’s way. He may not spot the cool stream to his left or the tasty mound of hay to his right. He could run through a wide meadow unable to quench his thirst or satisfy his hunger.
i need to remember to slow down, look around, and remember who i am….
David’s submissive wife.
(Or else next time i likely WILL run into real trouble!)
Sir looked at his friend and asked him, “well, would you want her to stay with you tonight?”
Our friend David looked at me, then looked at my Sir and said, “if you are sure this is ok by you, then yes, I’d love to release some of the pressure that’s built up over the last few months.”
While looking from me to David, he added, “but I must warn you both, my ex-wife caused me a lot of stress and took a lot of money from me in the process. I’m still pretty angry with her at how she just used and abused me like that, so I’m not sure how nice I can be tonight.”
My Sir let out a laugh and said, “Don’t worry my friend, we both know how much pent up anxiety you’ve had. Use my wife’s holes anyway you’d like and allow yourself to have fun. My wife provides the best stress reliever there is! Which is ultimately why I wanted to share her with you too. I knew you needed to pound away at a woman tonight way more than I did. She’s tough and can handle anything you give her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
I smiled and said, “oh Yes Sir.” Then looking at our friend, I added, “Tonight is about you Sir.”
My Sir looked at me and said, “Now you know my love, that tonight is not about you. You may or may not get to orgasm, depending if David allows it. But your needs are irrelevant tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I do indeed understand and I wouldn’t have it any other way!,” is how I responded.
Sir looked at his friend and said, “This is one time you need to be completely selfish and let her be the whore she is for you tonight. Of course, she’s actually better than a whore, because she comes to you free of charge.”
Our friend smiled and said, “it’s rare that I get anything for free. People see my money and want to know how much they can have. You are a true friend!”
Sir then said, “it’s the least I can for my Best Friend! I knew you needed this and I have the cure for you! Be sure to use her to get every ounce of happiness you seek and all she will ask in return is that you snuggle a bit with her at the end. That’s when you’ll need to reassure her that she’s made you happy and that she’s a good girl.”
He continued. “If you want to let her orgasm, you can but you don’t have to. She will ask when she feels she needs to orgasm, but she always seems to ask before she truly needs it too. I almost never say yes the first time she asks but tonight, it’s your call. Maybe you want to feel that orgasm of hers glide over your cock welcoming it more into her folds. It’s up to you.”
Finally he said, “I only ask though that if she is not completely compliant and attentive to you and your needs, you punish her before the night is through. She knows her place and she needs to know you will keep her in line. All good?”
With that, our friend David smiled, gave my Sir the kind of man-shake hug that men do while patting each other on the back with their free hand.
Our friend drew back and said, “thanks man. Not many people would be so kind.”
Sir replied, “you’re my best friend, what’s mine is yours. I’m glad I can help.”
I was just watching this entire exchange from the bed, patiently waiting to be acknowledged. At that moment is when Sir came to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, while facing me squarely and said, “be a good submissive slut wife tonight. If you aren’t, in addition to whatever punishment David gives you, I may well do more at home tomorrow. Don’t embarrass me with my friend. Do you understand?”
I was so excited to be shared with his friend and possibly make this a future thing too, that I smiled at David and then looked to my Sir said, “oh yes Sir. I know my responsibilities tonight. I won’t let either of you down. Thank you Sir!”
My Sir kissed me then and said, “alright, have fun you two. I’ll see myself out now.”
And he left the room, with me on the bed naked and David fully clothed standing and staring. I wasn’t too sure David knew how to start. He was like a little school boy at that moment, so with my hand I beckoned him to me with a sly grin, I said, “Come to me Sir.”
And he did. I raised up on my knees and moved to kiss him. My hands found his zipper at the same time and unzipped his pants. He let them fall to the floor.
I started to reach for the buttons of his shirt when I felt his hands moving that way already. So instead, I pulled his boxers down and let those hit the floor too.
While he finished taking his shirt off, I moved my face down to his cock. I slid my mouth down upon it with my hands cupping at his balls, and proceeded to start sucking him harder than he already was. I was moving slowly and gently, kneading his balls with my hand as my mouth stroked at his cock.
I heard his shirt drop, followed by a sigh of happiness. He said, “Damn woman, David taught you to suck cock like a pro!”
Hearing those words of encouragement, I was inspired to do more. As I started to move more swiftly, that’s when he grabbed either side of my head with both of his hands and he held my face still. He started moving his cock in and out, face fucking me. He started going faster and faster, and that’s when he jammed his big cock down my throat. I was concentrating on not gagging as I knew I shouldn’t.
He did this over and over again, and then with one big jab he pushed as deep as he could go and held it there for what felt like an eternity but likely only a few seconds. As he held it deep inside my throat, it cut off my air way and I almost pulled back from fear of not being able to breath. But at that moment, he released the hold on my face with his hands and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
While climbing onto the bed, he said, “you are a good fucking whore! I’m already impressed with how well you are trained. David has done an amazing job with you!”
“Thank you Sir. I’m glad to be able to serve you.”
“Let’s see what else can you do! Now lay on your back woman with your legs spread wide.” And I did so with a smile on my face.
“I’m already impressed with one hole, but now it’s time to try out another.”
He climbed on the bed between my legs and he said, “put my cock to your opening so I can use you the way I need to.”
I said, “Yes Sir,” as I reached between my legs and took hold of his cock. I pulled it close to my pussy’s opening as he then pressed forward to penetrate me.
After pressing in just one inch, he paused. He looked me in the eye and said, “do you think I’m going to be nice to you tonight?”
“I’m not sure Sir. But does it matter?”
“You’re right. It doesn’t!”
And he pressed all the way forward, balls deep, as far into my pussy as he could go. All in one swift move. I gasped as i felt the depth of his cock inside me. Then he swiftly pulled back all the way to the tip, and pressed deep once again in one more swift move.
Both times, I felt his cock spread my lips wide. His cock felt so damn good inside this needy pussy, so I told him that too.
It got him motivated to pound me hard and fast for the next many minutes. I was loving every minute of it. I said, “Sir, your cock feels completely amazing. Thank you for giving me this time with you.”
Suddenly, he collapsed on top of my chest, and just as quickly he rolled us both. I found myself on top of him just that quickly. He pressed me up to a sitting position. He grabbed my nipples, one in each hand, and he squeezed. That’s when he said, “Now you need to ride my cock like the bitch you are. Show me how much you want my cock inside you. Don’t stop until I allow it either!”
I started grinding on his cock in earnest. I was moving forward and back, going faster on his thick cock. He held tight of my nipples, so as I moved back my nipples were held taut and hurt. I reached up to my tits and grabbed the base of them, in an attempt to give them a little comfort. I didn’t dare ask him to let go, but I sure wanted to.
He said, “You are a talented woman, but I’m going to make you better! I can tell my firm touch to your nips is causing you a bit of pain but I think it’s nothing compared to that paddling you took earlier tonight. So let them be and relish in the thought that this makes me happy. Let go of your tits and let me pull at them as I wish.”
As he spoke, I felt my pussy contract. He was right. This was all good for me, My pussy squeezed hard on his cock and I said, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
He suddenly let go of my nipples, and grabbed at each of my ass cheeks. He said, “now move woman!” And he started helping me move me up and down on his rigid member. I moved swift and we were both nearing orgasm.
I asked, “Please Sir, may I cum?”
He grunted out, “NO. Not until after I do! I’m going to cum deep in this cunt and I want to enjoy this moment on my own!”
I kept going. I felt his cock flexing hard. I was getting tired and I really wanted to orgasm. I asked again. This time when I asked, he slapped hard at my already-sore ass, and he yelled, “Fuck! I said no, I meant no! Get me off and then we’ll talk!”
“Yes Sir.”
I started working his cock in earnest. I wanted him to orgasm in my pussy so much, I started telling him that too. “Please Sir, use my hole to dump your cum deep into. You deserve to have a willing and accepting hole for your precious gift. I wish your ex-wife would’ve realized the precious gift you had to offer. But make no mistake Sir, I am grateful to be your cum dump now!”
I worked his cock as he helped by pressing my ass back and forth too. His head rolled back and he said, “oh baby, I need to cum! Keep working my cock. Don’t you fucking stop I’ll use that paddle on you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week!”
“Oh God Sir, you have the magic words to turn me on. I really need to cum Sir!”
“Then you better fucking get me off quick so you can have yours!”
It was just another minute, when he suddenly gripped at my ass holding me firmly on top of his cock. He didn’t let me move. His cock was so deep inside me and filled me so thoroughly, but I knew it was at that moment he was filling me even more with his seed. I felt his dick flex in my pussy.
It was then that he said, “NOW you may cum!” And he brought his hand around to my clit and started flicking at it. I asked, “may I ride you another minute Sir?”
He said, “absolutely. But you best be quick because as you milk the last of my cum from my dick, I’ll be soft soon too.”
I became hungry for my orgasm. Time was of the essence and I wasn’t going to miss out. With his fingers caressing my clit and my determination, I rode his cock as hard as I could, as fast as I could. I needed to feel it deep. And it was only a minute later I screamed out, “Sir. I need to cum. Now.”
He said, “that wasn’t a question. But yes, you may orgasm.”
That was all I needed to hear! I let the the orgasm engulf me entirely. It washed over me entirely. I went rigid almost immediately and just relished in the feelings.
I felt my clit pulse as the blood flexed through my veins. And that’s when I collapsed on top of my new Sir’s chest.
I rested there for a few minutes. He allowed me to gain my composure there as he stroked my back and told me I was a good girl over and over, which I cherished thoroughly.
He rolled me to his side, where we were then laying together spooning. We rested there a good long time, and I fell asleep just that way. I’m not too sure if he slept or not but I wasn’t concerned about him. I knew he was happy, and that allowed me to just fully relax.
We laid that way for several hours. I slept so well in his arms, and I think he enjoyed me there with him too.
I don’t know what time it was when I awakened, probably 3 or 4 am, but I felt his arm hooked under my hips where he was clearly moving me into a particular position.
He must’ve figured out I was awakened, because before i could say a word he said, “hush baby girl. Don’t speak. I need to use another hole now though too. My ex never let me fuck her ass, and I’m going to fuck yours the way I wanted to fuck hers. Hard and fast! I’m going to own your ass and you’ll let me do it too.”
He added, “I want you on all fours. Now. Get into position and do not move until I allow it. Do you understand me?”
While still trying to wake up but also trying to be compliant, I responded with, “Yes Sir.”
With his arm on my hips and my help, I was immediately on all fours. And I heard him say, “I’m going to mount you like the dog I want you to be. You are my bitch and I’m going to fuck your ass hard.”
“Please Sir, use me as you want.”
“Oh believe me, I’m going to use you now for my pleasure. I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass if you orgasm, or how many times. Don’t even ask. In fact, don’t say a fucking word! What I care about is filling your ass with my cum. Just know, I’m not going to be nice or easy. I’m going to aggressively fuck you. Starting now….”
With that, I felt the tip of his cock start to enter my ass. I prepared to feel the pressure that I always dread as it starts to press against my sphincter muscle. I love anal sex, but not the first pressure that builds before the dick gets past that muscle.
I hold my breath. Despite his words, he was kind. He went slow. As I felt the pressure start to build, I gasped. He paused, and said, “get ready. I’m about to press on through. Are you ready?”
“Yes Sir. I’m ready.”
I pressed outward, opening my muscles to allow more room for his cock. And just like that, he pressed hard and fast. He was immediately as deep as he could be inside my ass. I gasped in hard. I knew how his cock felt in my puss, but he sure felt so much bigger now in my tighter ass hole too. He held that for just a minute and let me catch my breath.
Then he said, “that’s the last I’ll be nice. Now it’s all about me.”
“Yes Sir. I understand. I’m here for you to use.”
He said, “I don’t need to hear your approval. I know what you’re here for. If you don’t though, you are about to find out! Don’t speak another word!”
With that, I pushed my hand down between my legs and started playing with my clit while he started pounding my ass. I know he saw me reach down to play with myself, but I figured unless he said I couldn’t I would! And he didn’t, so I did!
He was popping my ass as he pulled in and out every time. I was loving how he was plugging my back hole. The more he pegged me, the more I played with my clit. Suddenly, I was in a full orgasm! As I did, all my muscles flexed hard. But it was short lived. David was not impressed.
He immediately slapped hard on my (still) tender ass. He said, “focus woman! I said you could orgasm, but not if you are going to get all selfish and not allow me to have your undivided attention!”
“Now stop playing with your clit. Focus on me and making my cock happy! I’m going to fucking cum in your fucking ass. And you’ll thank me for it when I’m done.”
That’s when he grabbed onto my collar and pulled back. He said, “this collar is useful. I’m going to use it to keep you in this exact position while I fuck you as hard as I can.”
And with that, he started pounding away at my ass. In and out. Over and again. I heard him muttering things like, “give it to me bitch!”
And “I’m going to fill this hole so it drips for hours!”
And “your ass feels like the best I’ve ever had.”
After all this, even without my fingers touching my clit, I felt it come up. My next orgasm. I was about to orgasm without even having any touch to my pussy. It was coming entirely from my ass being pumped over and again.
And finally, I heard him say, “Fuck! I’m cumming now!”
And he slammed into my ass, held himself tight against me, and I felt his cock flex in my ass as he dumped his seed deep inside me. Again.
And that was all I needed. I felt it some over me just like that. I orgasmed that fast. I didn’t even expect it to happen then, but it creeped up and eeked out. It over took me slowly and softly. I loved it!
He collapsed onto my back and whispered in my ear, “I love all your holes so much. I love that David my best friend and he has trained you this well. You make me happy.”
I thanked him thoroughly. I was so happy he was using me the way he was.
That’s when we fell asleep once more together again. His arms wrapped around me and we slept so well.
When we finally awoke and he took me home, he thanked David for allowing me to pleasure him. Then he asked my Sir, “can I start seeing her regularly?”
David said, “Sure man! What did you have in mind?”
And with that our friend, and my new Second Sir, said, “I’d like to hump her weekly… on hump day!”
David laughed saying, “I’m glad to hear she performed well for you. You have a deal! Every hump day you have a submissive wife at your beckon call!”
I walked up to my new Second Sir and said, “I’ll see you on Hump Day Sir!” I blew him a kiss and he left.
My husband then turned to me and asked, “have a good time, did you baby girl?”
I responded, “oh yes Sir. I love having a second Sir now and I’m glad to make you both happy.”
That’s when my Sir said, “then let’s go make me happy now too. Take your clothes off and I’ll see you in the bedroom in 5!”
For my birthday, i received amazing gifts, time with family, great food, and LOTS of candles on my cake too! i am still very happy, very grateful, and very thankful too. i wake up today feeling renewed and refreshed.
As we were lying in bed last night preparing for sleep, David asked me if i had a good birthday and of course, i absolutely did.
Then he reached over, pulled the covers back, and exposed my pussy. Bare. Void of all hair and clothing, as usual. He said, “so should I let you come again?” and he started to play with my clit.
Just the idea of being able to possibly come again amped up my sexual mind (and clit) to the next level. Yes, THAT fast!
i responded with, “that would be the perfect end to the perfect day!”
And he proceeded to get me off with the touch of his hand alone. He didn’t stop with just one… again. He let me orgasm twice more.
He asked, “So was having to wait for an orgasm better than having it anytime, all-of-the-time?”
“Oh yes! For sure!”
Then he said, “I agree. You appreciated this day so much more than I think you would have otherwise. Not to mention, you’ve been a very good girl lately, except of course your miscue earlier today.”
** rewind…. It was almost time to eat (gorge on!) our Thanksgiving meal……
As he was finishing the cooking (i do NOT cook, unless of course we want to be poisoned, which we don’t!), i started to get out the plates and silverware. i set them on the counter, just under the cabinet they are stored in, which is right next to the stove. i wasn’t going to leave them there, but rather used it as an organizing and stacking space to get everything together at one time. He said, “You shouldn’t leave those there. I’m still cooking here.”
i looked at him and in an unintentional, snarky voice, i said, “i wasn’t planning on it!”
As soon as it left my lips, i was regretful and wished it hadn’t come out the way it did. He raised his eyebrows, turned his back where only i could see and hear him, effectively building a shield between us and the rest of family that wasn’t even paying attention anyway. And that’s when he said, “do you think that was the right tone to use?”
i immediately said, “No Sir.”
He said, “Then why did you speak to me that way?”
i said, “i didn’t intend it to come out that way. i am sorry Sir.”
He gave a nod to me then that conveyed the message, “because it’s your birthday AND thanksgiving AND family is around, your apology is accepted. But do NOT allow it to happen again or else you’ll find yourself Assuming The Position to be spanked!“
Y-E-S … i DID get that much out of his look! i know him THAT well.
i didn’t allow it to happen again and kept my actions and words in check the rest of the day.
And clearly, as we were heading to sleep, he hadn’t forgotten my words from earlier.
Even on my birthday… i am still his submissive wife. Always.
*** rewind done…. Back to our bedroom just before sleep……
When he was done playing with my pussy, i asked, “so will we back to no-touch and no-orgasm tomorrow? And if so, for what duration this time?”
His response was a matter of factly stated. He said, “I haven’t decided on either yet, but it’s really not your concern right now. Whatever I decide, I’m sure you will obey, correct?”
As i was put in my place (and i was A-OK with that!), i responded with the words he loves to hear, “Yes Sir.”
Then he asked me if i wanted to play with myself even more. When i said, “yes please,” he smiled, let out a small laugh, and said, “you may play and orgasm all you want… until midnight.”
And with that, i grabbed the vibrating rabbit dildo and got myself off just that quickly! He then said, “Do it again!” And i did. (Had to obey an order, right?? 😉)
With that, he turned out the light, turned over, said, “I’m going to sleep now. You have until midnight. Don’t keep me up or wake me up with noise, otherwise, Happy Birthday my love. My Good Girl!”
i responded with, “Thank You Sir.” And i opened my tablet to my favorite (literature) porn site with my rabbit inside me.
** side note: i prefer to READ porn over watching it. When i read it, it is a bit slower build up to the good parts and i can imagine myself as the submissive with David as the Dom. Not to mention, i think my imagination is far wider than the porn i have watched too! Here is my favorite site… in case you wanted to know: Www.Literotica.com
*** Another side note: at one point, i set up an account as an author and wrote a couple of stories. i submitted them for review (and hopefully to be published), only to find their editors were intense. They gave a lot of feedback, to which I didn’t much care for. Most of it was grammar and spelling, but also a bit more to the content too. Does anyone reading porn really care if you start/stop a paragraph after there is a “quote”? Or if the comma is inside the “quotation,” or not? << see the examples? Well apparently they do! And i guess maybe their readers do too!
So it made me mad and that’s what prompted this site! i wanted to write whatever… whenever… and however….and not have an editor! i am a bit selfish, aren’t i?? 🤣
i only lasted one more orgasm longer. i was so relaxed and contented with the day, i actually ended up falling asleep shortly thereafter.
This morning now i have NO idea if no-touch/ no-orgasm is in effect again, but i would be shocked if it’s not. i have learned a lot these last 17-days (yes, i was counting!), including how to pay more attention to Sir’s words, be a better good girl for him, appreciate orgasms more, sleep in a chastity belt (while being grateful to NOT have easy access to myself), and in the process….. growing deeper in my submissive mind too.
As much as I hate to admit it….. orgasm control/denial is a GOOD thing for me …. and Sir too. And we both know it now too!
**** while it won’t arrive that quickly …for my Christmas present, Sir agreed to let me order a Fancy Steel belt. i know it will be a good thing for both of us! He is going back out of town today (Friday) for 2-days, but this time it is just he who is going. He even commented, “if the FS belt were here already, I’d lock you in it and take the key with me to ensure you remain a good girl this weekend!” And my pussy got wet at the thought! The Chinese belts are ok for up to about 24’ish hours, but then it starts to chafe in odd places. Whereas the FS one shouldn’t do that as it is custom made to fit me with my measurements. So for longer periods of time, like 2-3 days …. Or really as long as we (or should i say HE) might desire…. The Fancy Steel belt will be much better for long-term wear!
Having no clothing on is such an exposed feeling. There’s nowhere to hide, all your skin flaws on display, and you have a choice of standing tall and being proud….. or cowering.
Lately i decided to revisit the being naked thing. i tried it once before but for a variety of reasons including, me getting too cold, our son, practicality, and my preference, it didn’t last too long. But in the past two weeks, i’ve been trying it again. And i am starting to really love it.
i choose to stand tall. (And not to cower.. or to cover!)
When i first started it, it was just to sleep. i have slowly extended that timing to include morning coffee wake up time. Last night being naked started earlier in the evening with time in the hot tub, and just continued through tv time and sleeping.
When i first started experimenting with it, i simply pretended i had clothes on. Even though i didn’t.
i can tell you Sir loved it. He loved seeing every bit of me at the blink of his eye. He held my boobs and squeezed my nipples, his favorite, frequently. He also slapped at my ass and felt me up to see how wet i was, or to make me wetter!
That was in the beginning of it. Now though, and like last night, it wasn’t even really (much) of a thing. He had clothes on, i did not, and we sat on the couch and watched tv as if it were very completely normal activities. Of which, it is now becoming normal.
And at some point along the way, it has became a mental relief for me. Being naked has become liberating. To be free and have nothing on suddenly became easy and my preferred go-to. i am now seeking out opportunities to be naked.
And then i put the clothes back on. The weekend comes to an end, our son materializes (let me tell you that Seniors in HS don’t materialize often!), the door bell rings, or some other reality event occurs…. and it’s time to go back to the world… with clothes on.
i will always wear my clothes proudly, when it’s required too though. And i’ll look for the first opportunity to shed them!
i now chose to sleep naked all the time too as clothes are absolutely not required to sleep in since our teen son never just materializes to climb in bed with Mommy and Daddy at all hours of the night anymore the way he used to when he was younger.
Now i look forward to the time i go to our room and am able to undress. It is wonderful to have your whole body touch the sheets freely and to not ever be tangled in cloth as you turn from side to side.
Nudists say it’s not sexual to be naked. And maybe in some settings that’s true, but it’s not true for me and Sir. i think when everyone is naked, say at a nudist resort or at a kink party, it might not be sexual. But all other times: it is. It is VERY Sexual!
While we all have the same parts as the next person of our same gender (okay, seriously there’s only TWO options… pick one and identify already! Just saying!), when it is all covered up it is easily ignored. But when it is exposed, our eyes dart straight to the previously forbidden sections and it is attractive! To our eyes, to our brain, and especially then our own private parts that come awake, it all becomes very sexual! At least until naked and exposed is the norm, in which case, no one cares.
When i am naked, i am the only one. Sir wears whatever he wants and that’s understandable, but i wear what i want and that i am finding he prefers…. which is nothing. And that’s understandable too.
To have your beautiful submissive wife strip off her clothes simply because you told her to, is indeed all very sexual.
Because we are still in NO-orgasm-VEMBER, he has been touching me just enough to get me to the veryedge of orgasm. And then he stops. Of course, me being naked a lot makes this that much simpler too.
When we were in the hot tub earlier, he finger fucked me three different times. When i get near orgasm, i subconsciously bite my bottom lip. When i did it in the hot tub, he looked at me very sternly and said, “NO orgasm!” And he kept going.
It was NOT long and i looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Please Sir….” (with the rest being implied…”Can i cum?”). He again did not stop, but rather amped it up further by sticking a finger in my back hole along with another finger in my front hole and said, “Absolutely NOT! Do NOT orgasm!”
And when i then begged, “Please Sir may i cum? And if not, would you please stop?”
He responded with, “ok. I’ll stop. Because you asked.” And he laughed. i did not.
He repeated variations of this twice more. Where he finger fucked me until i begged him to stop.
i won’t lie, my ability to listen to his words (NO ORGASM!) and deny the release is becoming stronger than ever. Soon, or maybe already now, i will be to the place where i can cum (or NOT) on his command. i wonder if this is his goal or a side bonus that has come along the way!
i smiled at him and he laughed. i knew he was enjoying playing with me — both physically AND mentally —- and for that reason, i enjoyed it too. Although i can’t deny, i was seriously frustrated at my own sexual denial, i was very happy that he was happy.
Not long after, we got out of the tub and dried off. He dressed. i did not. And we watched tv, as casually as ever.
When it came time for bed, he said, “do you need to be locked up tonight?”
i responded, “if you think so, then yes.”
He said, “now that I’ve played with you to the edge and we are back home again, do you think you can control yourself tonight?”
i said, “yes.”
He said, “ok. Then let’s try it. But remember, you are NOT allowed to orgasm and because of that, it’s good if you just don’t touch it at all too.”
“Yes Sir.”
So no belt tonight. But still in chastity. Let’s face it, chastity doesn’t have to include a physical belt (although it makes it mentally easier when one does exist!)
And truthfully it is good. Both the belt AND being naked is good. i like both of them now. It makes my Sir happy and i am starting to see a change in my thoughts from “I MUST ORGASM” turning into “i must do things that make him smile.”
So if he’s happy, then i am too! i chose joy! i chose to stand tall, not to cower OR to cover (except when required for life or told to cover my puss with chastity!)
Here’s to being naked much of the time…. And being in a chastity belt a lot too… and to completing two full weeks of NO-orgasm-vember … while being happy!
[While in the hot tub, Sir said, “yah know, I rather like the way you are more attentive now when you aren’t orgasming all the time. I’m thinking another month may be good. Maybe waiting to give you an O until Christmas would be an excellent idea……”. And my response?? i said, “if you think it would be good, then i am on board with your decision.” And we both knew i meant it. A mere 14-days ago i would NOT have said it, let alone meant it! Time will tell. But i truly am getting to be OK with the journey, not just the destination!]
Night five in chastity started withOUT chastity. Are you surprised?
As you know now, i have named my belt. It feels more personal than just saying, “chastity belt.” She is named Glory. (Maybe i will go into more detail on another post about how that name came up to me, but also why i feel it is really perfect too! But not now…. Today is about Day 5 of continuous chastity, day 10 of NO-orgasm, NO-vember. (No orgasm didn’t start until Nov 6th, which begs the question if this orgasm denial will end on Dec 1… or be extended to Dec 6… to say it was a “full month” of denial…. More on that as the month unfolds!)
David and i were heading toward the bedtime hour by doing the usual evening routine activities, including brushing teeth, face, etc
David sleeps in lounge PJ shorts … because he can. i sleep nude… because i should. His body is his and my body is his. i am his to see, touch, or play with anytime he wants, so i am made available to him. Usually this works well, but in times of intentional orgasm denial, not so much.
THIS is the longest i have EVER been denied. i do not EVER remember going this long without an orgasm in much of my adult life! i have always had a sexual appetite and whether David has touched me or i touched me, i am touched a LOT.
In fact…..
i am a sex addict! And i think that is a GOOD thing. Wanting to flirt, have sex, or please my Sir is a GOOD thing….. (wait…i realize i am about to go down a squirrel trail and this could be an excellent start for another post, so i will stop here and get back on track!)
So… i am USUALLY touched a lot. But as you are well aware now… i am in the middle of NO-vember…. Meaning, NO orgasms in this month at ALL for me by my touch, David’s touch, or ANYONE else for that matter!
This is way harder than i thought it would be! But i am determined to do it. i won’t fail…. i just CAN’T. If i do fail, i will sorely be disappointed in myself, and i don’t even really want to think about what David will think or what he would do for punishment too! His disappointment would be too overwhelming for me! i would be depressed and beyond sad if i fail. So this challenge is good for me!
As i climbed into our bed, David said, “I see boobs!”
He always sees them at night, but by the fact he commented on them told me he was particularly attracted to them at that moment. (Or maybe he wasn’t, but used it as an opportunity to test me! Just because MY orgasms are denied, doesn’t mean his are in any way, form, fashion deterred!)
So i leaned in close, where his mouth immediately covered up my entire nipple and sucked on it. He grabbed my other one with his hand and rubbed it hard too.
And almost as quickly as it started, it stopped. He let go, laid his head on the pillow, and said, “let’s see if you can go tonight without chastity. You need to be able to do this on your own sometimes too.”
In all honesty, i was grateful he thought i didn’t need it as i had NO desire to sleep with Glory! At ALL! i had already been wrestling with it in my mind all evening long about how i did NOT want her hugging on me and i did NOT want to feel her hard steel against me. i was craving the soft touch of the sheets and to just feel a kinder, gentler love. i just needed a night’s break.
So i was relieved with his words! i smiled and said to David, “Yes! i was thinking that i didn’t need Glory too Sir. This will be good.”
And it was. For awhile.
We read, got sleepy, and then we turned out the lights and fell asleep quickly. i was happy and feeling loved.
Until i wasn’t.
i woke up at 2:30a. W-I-D-E awake. Laying on my back, with complete awareness of how the sheets were touching my pussy. i felt how good it felt when i just moved a millimeter in any direction, and the sheets rubbed against me in the softest way.
i told myself to ignore all that and go back to sleep. i tried. i tossed and turned, fluffed the pillow, switched up my positioning and the covers. It wasn’t working.
i decided to turn. onto my side and put a pillow between my legs to (kinda) limit access (but also the chiropractor says this is good to keep your back aligned too). But that pillow! Oh my! It felt SO good on my clit! Once again after trying to find sleep and failing, i found myself starting to arch my back and my pelvis…. humping the pillow.
i stopped, removed the pillow, and moved back to my back. i let my legs flop open and pulled the sheets outward, so it was taut and tucked it under my legs so that just my knees were touching it. It effectively made a tent over my lower half.
And then i started thinking about sex… and was having (awake-fantasy-dreams) about different sexual positions, activities, toys, and people touching me. i tried to distract myself saying, “Think of other things!”
Think about things like… uhm… thanksgiving …and … my birthday. Around the corner. And what we will be doing…. Which lead to thoughts of, “yeah you know what you’ll be doing… and what you will NOT be doing. You won’t be coming!”
THAT is when i reached down and touched my clit. i rubbed it. My cunt was sloppy slick in a matter of 5-seconds flat. i felt it dripping out of me. And i knew i HAD to stop.
I DID NOT ORGASM. I STOPPED. I ONLY JUST EDGED.
My mind continued on, “You won’t have an orgy like you wrote about before over a year ago. You won’t have all these hands and cocks and even other pussies all around you getting happy using your holes.”
AND THAT IS WHEN I TOUCHED MYSELF AGAIN. i said, “a little more edging is good for me. i didn’t get to THE edge (of orgasm) before. So getting to theedge is good for me. i won’t go over the edge. i can stop!!…..”
AND I DID. STOP. I DID NOT ORGASM. BUT I ALMOST DID. i SO did NOT want to stop. But i (thankfully!) did.
And my mind continued… “only if you are lucky will Sir even allow your pussy to be touched and orgasm because of course…. You poor, poor little girl… your birthday is in the month of NO-vember. Do you think that your Sir should relent and allow you to cum JUST because it is your birthday?”
AND I DID IT AGAIN. I TOUCHED THAT NEEDY PUSSY. AND AGAIN….I DID NOT ORGASM.
And …. My mind Continued….. “What’s a needy little cunt to do when it can’t be touched all the way to pleasure whenever it wants to? Will you be a brat and pout or accept this denial like the good submissive girl you are… even on your birthday?? And won’t you be THANKFUl for it too? Won’t you realize and appreciate how much you are loved?”
THE ENTIRE TIME, MY FINGER SWIRLED MY CLIT. PLAYED WITH MY OPENING. PRESSED A FINGER INSIDE AND PULLED OUT AGAIN.
ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH!
I HAVE TO STOP. I CAN-NOT-CUM. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, BECAUSE THIS IS NOT ALLOWED!
i then heard my rational brain kick in and i said, “GET UP. GO GET GLORY. YOU NEED HELP!“
Then i even tried to argue with myself, “but if i have the key, how will that be effective? i can pull her into place, but what’s the point knowing i can use the key (since Sir is asleep and i can’t give him the key for safekeeping.)” That’s when it came to me. i knew the solution.
i went to the closet, laid down on the floor, and strapped myself in her. i am getting to be so close with my chastity belt, i can quite literally strap myself in without lights and only using my touch! (Strapping in is a matter of: straddle the three parts – belt around each hip and metal between my legs; attach one side of the belt to the middle metal part that goes through my legs; hold it in place while strapping on the other side of the belt; put the metal heart-covering through the TWO holes on the front that hold it and the three straps in their place; hold all of this in place to attach the lock over top; twist it to fit securely and lock it closed. And hand over the keys. Quite a bit to do in the dark without eyes, but rather only hands. But i did it, pretty swiftly too actually! i admit, i even surprised myself!)
i grabbed up the keys, went into our bedroom, and on the dresser is a glass bowl that i keep all my jewelry. i softly placed the key in the bowl in order to limit the “clank” sound that was inevitable. i KNEW as it mixed in with the other metal jewels, i’d not be able to lay my hands on it too easily if i wanted to in the dark. So this limited my ability to easily retrieve it back up again. i also knew if i did try, it would make a LOT of noise and probably wake Sir in the process, where i’d have been asked, “what are you doing?” NOT a question i’d want to have to answer at all. Besides, i sorely needed SLEEP!
So i got back in bed. On my back. Legs spread wide. Without ANY access.
ACCESS DENIED!
AND I WAS HAPPY ABOUT IT!
The rational brain told myself, “There! THIS is what you need! You want to succeed at NO-vember and you have the tools to do it. Use your tools wisely. Work smarter, not harder. Now go to sleep!”
And i did.
While i am unsure how Sir will respond this morning to my obvious weaknesses and clear need for Glory to be wrapped around my sex, i succeeded in thinking rationally, getting much needed sleep, AND NO-orgasm-vember. While not exactly what Sir (or i) had in mind at the time we first closed our eyes, i DID succeed in NO orgasms! i am still on the track i should be!
i suspect the rest of the month… i will have night after night of being locked from start to finish with Glory in her rightful place and i am OK with that. In fact, i think i need it. i just hope i don’t have to try (and probably fail!) anymore alone. Glory really does have my best interest at heart! So why not just let her do her job?!
(But here’s to hoping these sexual cravings subside too!)
