And bratty. And defiant. And difficult. And (often) results in fights breaking out.
This week i have been very stressed out at work….. But so has my Sir. Fortunately, or not, our careers are both similar in that the times of the year we have a lot of deadlines (and stress) are the same.
So me being cranky, stressed, or difficult just causes more work for him. And in a lot of ways, i think that’s unfair of me to put on him. That instead of asking him to be a Dominant Dom for me, i need to get a grip, have more self control, and to straighten up and fly right.
i mean, really….. how hard is it to be submissive, follow the rules, and do as-is-expected?!? If i want him to be a Dominant Dom, why can’t i be a submissive submissive?! It seems what i need is to simple exercise more self control.
So. i need to be spanked. i need to be reminded of how to be submissive and how to straighten up and fly right. But. i won’t ask for it.
i need the endorphins to kick in, the way it always does, when the spanking(s) is administered just right. But. i won’t ask for it.
But. It isn’t fair or right for me to expect David to have more to-do’s on his already-full-list too.
Okay, so just ask already! Let him be the decision maker. Let him know my needs and be the one to decide yes, no, maybe. Just asking for my needs to be met does not put me in charge or a lot on him. And if it does seem too much for him, let him still be the one to have the ultimate decision making power. But. i won’t ask for it.
i was in the shower first this morning and i had all these thoughts that i just wrote down all running through my head. i even played out a scenario…. In my head …..As follows…..
Upon getting out of the shower and drying off, David materialized saying, “it’s Friday. That means maintenance. I’ve been lax lately and you sorely need to feel a sore butt today. As well, I sorely need to feel the power of being in control. Assume the Position.”
I didn’t argue as I knew he was right. I simply said, “Yes Sir,” and started to get on the bed and into position. That position is naked, head down, and my butt propped in the air with a pillow wedged under my hips.
My arms always lay flat and fully extended down to the bottom of the bed. This causes my forearms to press my boobs together and under the pillow that holds my butt in the air. When I am also propped up a bit onto my knees, my hands reach to my ankles and frequently I use my hands to hold onto my ankles. This all serves to get my arms out of the way, not allow me to use them to shield my bottom or to move out of position (any too easily).
David picks up his new favorite tool… the whip. He says, “this is going to be a good and hard maintenance. While usually I take it a little slower at first, that’s not going to happen today. As well, you know a lot of times with maintenance, I touch my pussy at the end and allow it to orgasm. That’s not going to happen today either.”
He continued, “we both know that we both need this maintenance today. And I want it to be about power exchange, not about your sexual pleasure. In fact, when this maintenance is complete, I’m going to hug and kiss you and tell you how much I love you. And then you’ll put on the chastity belt, bring me the key, and you’ll stay that way for the duration of the weekend or until I decide otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you accept all this freely?”
“Yes Sir.” (And I meant it too.)
And so it was.
The spanking was hard and fast, just as promised. I felt the whip collide with my butt over and over again. I was squirming and praying for the sting to subside, but of course, it didn’t. My butt started to feel hot, along with my whole body starting to sweat. I knew this was good for me, and it was needed, but at the same time not desirable either.
When David finally stopped, I was feeling way more humble and submissive. Of course, we both knew that was the goal.
As promised, he sat me up onto my knees while I was still on the bed where he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. His lips touched and kissed on my neck, until he pulled me back to kiss my lips too.
When he was done, he looked into my eyes and said, “I am so proud of you, my love. You are an amazing wife and your willingness to submit to me, as our head of household, is so sexy. You turn me on and make me love you that much more every single time your submission is this obvious and blatant.”
He finished with, “while I am indeed turned on and I’d like to touch my pussy to make it orgasm, I know that’s not what you need right now. You need to continue to be reminded how to submit and to not expect your pleasures to be met just because you want it. Go put the belt on and bring me the key.”
And I did. And he said, “good girl. Now go get ready for the day.”
And I did.
^^^^^^^^^ ALL that happened solely in my head!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ALL that is what i wanted to go tell David and have him do to me.
But i didn’t.
Why not?!?
Because. i am NOT in charge. i need to exercise more self discipline. i need to NOT put more to-do’s on him. i need it to be his ideas and his desires to Dominant me in ways that make him happy. NOT in ways that i want or make me happy.
So.
Instead, i am getting dressed and ready for work and saying nothing to him about this. i will try to just be a good submissive wife all on my own… by straightening up and flying right. Hopefully.
Today is Friday. i haven’t had a maintenance spanking in a longgggg time. It was middle of September the last time i was spanked for maintenance purposes.
While it’s been awhile since i wrote about the Types of Spankings, when i re-read it tonight, i would say it’s all still true.
Maintenance Spankings work. They hurt. They are intended to. They are preemptive in curbing bad attitudes/activities before they get so bad it has to be punishment. They are also reminders of what could be worse if i keep on doing bad things. (i also think maintenance does David good too. He wields his hand and exerts his authority. He’s reminded how to be Dominate every time too.)
Today’s maintenance was needed. Much needed. Probably a good two weeks or more overdue!
i was reluctant to tell David (or even suggest) that he needed to spank me. Because i try hard to NOT tell him how or when to do his job. i know i have tendencies to Top From The Bottom. i have tried VERY hard to stop.
But it puts me in a quandary of not being able to get what i need without asking too. Of course, the key word in that last sentence is ASKING, as compared to TELLING. If i ASK, i shall receive. But it’s wrong to TELL or demand or command. Admittedly, i have not mastered the skill of “just” asking…. Yet. But i am working on it too!
When i don’t get spanked, i get antsy, cranky, and generally stressed out. i know that sounds dumb. But it’s so true. My anxiety goes way up as i am left to my own devices. When i am spanked, i am brought down a notch, reminded to be submissive, and the endorphins are released bringing about stress-relief.
My biggest wish is that David would see how good it is for me and be CONSISTENT to do it when it’s needed. Or on a routine schedule. Or both.
Well… usually… when he is consistent…. It’s done on Friday’s. We decided that ages ago. It sets the right tone for the weekend and gets things started “right.” But as mentioned, we haven’t done it in a long time. But today, we did.
As i was in the shower, i was debating, “do i ask to be spanked or not?!” And i thought, “i am just going to tell him how much i need it.” And then i thought, “that’s the wrong way to do this. Go ask him to do it.” And then i continued my mental battle by saying, “but if he says NO, it’s going to be a full-on meltdown for me.”
So, i had no clear path forward but got out of the shower anyway. Right about that moment, David came into the bathroom and greeted me. He leaned in and gave me a kiss too. Then he straightened up and said, “I need to do maintenance. Go Assume The Position.”
Ok. That settled that!
So i didn’t say a word and just did as told.
He used the riding crop. It started out smooth and tame and even easy. Then it became more intense with swift strikes to my ass.
As i started to feel the heat rise in my butt, i was squirming around a lot. David is always standing as i am on the bed, so he was in a prime position to use a single hand to press down on my lower back causing me to be pinned between the bed and him. i was no longer able to move.
He struck my bottom over and over.
i could tell it was doing it’s job and calming my thoughts. i was focused on nothing but holding still, enduring what i knew i craved and ultimately needed, and taking it with grace and submissive acceptance.
Eventually i was to my breaking point and was begging him to stop. Begging never works. i do have safe words. When i call “yellow” it is to signal to David that i need him to give me a break, or to slow down, or otherwise consider stopping. Ironically, i can’t seem to find the right words to ask to be spanked, but a single word is all i have to utter to give David a proper and kind request to slow down. But he still has all authority to continue or to stop, until i say the word “red.” So he retains control the whole time. Wish i had a single word to start in the same way i have a word to stop!
When i couldn’t take anymore, i uttered “yellow Sir!” And he decided to stop entirely. i suspect if this was a full-on punishment, he’d not have stopped at all. But i was grateful that today he did stop.
i was still in position when he spoke a question that we both knew was rhetorical. He asked, “are you wet?!” And his fingers found their mark. My body always betrays me by releasing my juices every time i am spanked. i don’t feel turned on or sexually aroused by the spanking, yet, my puss always tells another story. He knew he’d find a dripping wet pussy as he touched it.
He left his one hand on the small of my back as his other hand’s fingers primed my holes. i felt a finger enter my front and another invade my back hole simultaneously. And then he began to hold me in place as his fingers started to stroke my sex. It took just a minute or so before i begged my Sir if i could orgasm, and after he said yes, i let all my juices flow freely.
After i recovered and came to my senses fully, i thanked my Sir properly.
He could tell my mind was then “thinking” and he asked me to share my thoughts.
i asked if we were good now. He said, “I think we are.”
When i asked him why he has not spanked me for the previous weeks, where i was “all but daring” him to do so, he said, “because I wanted to see what you’d do.”
i said, “act poorly.”
He said, “I know. That’s why we had a maintenance where you called yellow. I was determined to go a long time today. And if this doesn’t work, we will repeat until you call red.”
i think we are good.
i knew we would be. i just wanted it to be awhile ago already.
(i’ll write about the new belt and what i think of it very soon.. as i am sitting locked in place now.)
David went to Florida for work today through Wednesday night for work. Again, he’s traveling. He has had to travel a lot lately.
His travel goes in streaks and this is one of them. i hate it, but of course, i can’t change it. i think he’s okay with it though. He rather likes traveling overall, which works well for someone who has to do it a lot like he has had to lately.
He left at 5am this morning, on Monday and he returns at 8pm on Wednesday night. A total of nearly 60-hours.
And this time, like many of the previous times David is out of town, i am back in my chastity belt.
This time, unlike some of the other previous times, i do NOT have the key.
i have no idea where it is, other than, “in our house,” which isn’t enough to be able to find it.
i don’t have the key because i needed to have some control taken away. In short, i had a privilege taken away.
As of late, we haven’t totally been on-point. We haven’t been totally off-point either. But, like anything not totally cared for properly, it starts to deteriorate. David hasn’t done maintenance spankings in awhile now, and i think he should have but i haven’t told him that. Instead, i have slowly and unintentionally become a bossy-little-brat-wife.
That led up to David getting so mad on Saturday he yelled at me. i probably deserved (some) of it, but some of it, i did not. When he yelled at me, i got incredibly angry. But. i didn’t say a word. Not-A-Single-Word!
In the past, when he’d get mad and yell, i would yell back. But now, i do not. While i could speak my concerns, “speak” is the key word. And because i was ANGRY i knew there was no way i would speak!
At the end of his yelling, he told me if i had a lot more to say (my mouth was what got me in trouble in the first place!) about the topic, i could walk home. You have NO idea just how close i was to doing it! Talking AND walking.
In the past, i would have challenged his words and called his bluff. i would have demanded to get out of the car and started walking. The dumb thing is that would only hurt myself and does nothing for or to him. And in the D/s world i live in now, Sir would actually let me out and i would be walking. Maybe not the entire way, but enough to wish i hadn’t been so stupid too. Because now, David (almost always) says what he means and means what he says.
So i sat in the vehicle in silence. Complete silence.
After about 10’ish minutes he asked me, “are you good?”
i wasn’t entirely sure i was, but i said i was. After i said that and thought about it more, i started to tell him i was NOT ok. But what was i going to say after that, that would make any difference whatsoever. i asked myself, “What can be said that would make a positive difference? What can i say that would end well?”
i couldn’t think of a single thing.
i also couldn’t think of a logical answer to the questions, “if you weren’t ok, then WHY did you say you were? Did you lie to me??”
So i continued to be silent.
After a bit of more silence, i really did become “ok.” And we began the trek to both being back to normal. Not long thereafter, we were indeed ok.
Yesterday (Sunday) when i was talking with David, i asked him why he got so mad and why he yelled at me. i also asked him why he allowed it to get that bad. His answer was simple, “laziness.”
Now today he went out of town and said he was hiding the key because control was something i had a little too much of lately and we needed to get him (not me) back into the proper position of control he so rightfully deserves.
i was a-ok with that. The belt went on, the lock snapped shut, and the key laid in his hand and then it went away.
Shortly thereafter Sir leaned in, kissed me goodbye, and he left.
It took all of an hour and i was ready to be out. Not because i needed it, but because i wanted it.
i wanted the control back. But i shouldn’t have it and it’s good that i don’t. This is good for both of us.
That pretty well sums up my state of affairs this weekend!
It is currently Saturday night and we have been visiting our son this weekend at his college campus. We are in the hotel tonight, will get breakfast with him in the am, and head back home tomorrow. We should be home around 1-2pm’ish.
The visit has gone well overall. We brought my sister and her son, my nephew with us too.
But.
i have still managed to earn myself a spanking. i think. To be delivered upon arriving back home.
i knew the vey second David was mad. i am pretty sure everyone else was aware too. But instead of yelling or getting into a fight, he texted me.
“Be prepared when you get home”
Not even an explanation of what i needed to be prepared for, as it was understood. Ugh. Of course. But seriously, i think it was unfair! Whatever!
Trouble. i feel like it went looking for me and tripped me when i wasn’t even looking!
So let’s back up to yesterday morning…. Friday. Usually that means maintenance.
We were intending to work a half day and then leave town. So when i asked David if he was intending to deliver a maintenance spanking (i needed to know if i was to Assume The Position or was able to get dressed for the day), he got a devious look about him.
He directed me to sit on his lap. (i was naked). As he spread my legs and started to play with a nipple in one hand and my clit in his other, he said, “when we get home, you’ll either get to enjoy the remainder of the afternoon naked, where we will both get you to orgasm as much as you can. Orrrrrrr. You will have a spanking worthy of you calling ‘red.’ The choice is yours, and you’ll earn one or the other based on your behavior this weekend.”
So i have a 50-50 chance, with a 90% probability of getting it wrong!
He finished with, “but make no mistake, we will lock you up for the rest of October as soon as orgasm or spanking is complete.”
With those words complete and his fingers never slowing their assault on my exposed clit, i was begging to orgasm as he got me so worked up so very quickly! His response was a shrug and a “ok…. I guess you can….” followed by a slight laugh.
The water works let open and the orgasm flowed through! And it was amazing too!
That was all yesterday, on Friday. i didn’t do great yesterday, but i wasn’t in trouble either. David said i was “entirely too bossy.” i heard that more than once too.
i didn’t mean to be bossy but no one was making any decisions or even making suggestions. So i did.
i have found that in a group of people, if someone steps up and leads, i am good. And when there’s a lot of people in a group with everyone being noncommittal, then it irritates me and i step up and decide. i mean, when someone asks you an opinion, why don’t you answer?!
For example, “where do you want to eat lunch?” Crickets. No response. Did you hear me? Should i repeat myself? Are you thinking of an answer? Anyone home?!? Helloooooooooooo????
That’s when the options get listed out. You can pick from x, y, or z. Crickets. STILL. Seriously? At least say, “I don’t care.” But NO answer at all is just rude, in my opinion.
Yesterday morning, no one was deciding much of anything. So i got irritated, but that only happened after David started out walking towards an entire street of restaurants. It was not terribly loud outside, but traffic and street noise, combined with being in a (bit) of a spread out line/spacing, made it difficult to talk much at all too. i assumed he had a plan and we were all following, which was fine.
Suddenly he stopped, let us close the gap and said, “where do you want to go?” Seriously?! You are going to ask us now after we are nearly somewhere?! We all assumed you had a plan. And NO ONE responded!
Our son had already previously declared his only need was that he “just wants coffee!” and no one had responded then either for any other thing.
So in my best NON-irritated voice yet rather loudly to speak above the noise of the street and cars, i said, “just make a decision. No one seems to care.”
He took that as me being TOO bossy by telling him what to do, yelling at him as my voice was raised, and the second i said it, i knew. Ughhhhhh. i was honestly trying NOT to be bossy.
But damn it… no one, including David was deciding anything. Why take off walking, in the lead position, with us all following for you to just stop and ask where we want to go!? Don’t you already have a plan?! But even if you don’t, no one else is responding… implying they either don’t care or don’t want to say, either way…. YOU need to just decide already!!!
After i spoke, he cocked his head, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows, and slowly nodded his head. He said nothing out loud. If he had spoken, i suspect his words would have been something like, “Alright. So THAT’s how you want to play this?! And how you want to speak to me?! I don’t have to yell. We have a better solution for this. And you already knew your two options for our arrival home. I guess you made your choice.”
Great. Justttttt great! Whatever. It is what it is. i didn’t think this was fair, but okay, fine.
i tried to take opportunities throughout the rest of the day to talk to David about this, but with others around us all day, it was a challenge. i did get to plead my case and tell him what happened. He never quite conceded but he did say, “I haven’t decided yet (if I agree with you or think your behavior should be excused) if I’ll spank you or not. Ut don’t give me anymore reason either!”
So i have a chance of escaping a “spanking worthy of (me) calling out RED.”
(In case you aren’t already aware, we have safe words where i call ‘yellow’ to say, “please slow down, i can’t take much more.” And red for, “stop right now, i am done.” It is fully understood that i use the safe words quite sparingly and their use will never be abused (by me). i am to accept discipline and never refuse, as this is our lifestyle and agreement, but… on rare occasions, if David doesn’t read my body language well enough to know i am at my very limits, i have safe words. To date, i have called yellow about 2-3 times and never used red.)
At this moment, I think it is 50/50 chance to orgasm or to be spanked. Either way, in about 24-mor hours, we will begin Locktober too. i pray it starts with pleasure and not pain!!
But… the weekend isn’t over and i have a 90% chance of getting it wrong still too!
i think after David saw how successful my recent punishment spanking was, he wants to see more of the best-submissive-wife and reinforce it. Or maybe after he spanks, he gets a twitch and urge to do it again. Or maybe both!
Either way, neither of us had time to do it in the morning, as had to leave home before me. As he kissed me goodbye he said, “we do your Maintenance tonight.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you and have a good day.” And he said goodbye and was gone.
When i arrived home after work, nothing was really said about it and i figured if or when he was wanting to do that, he would tell me. Instead, we did the normal evening activities: eat dinner (he ALWAYS cooks), clean up (i always clean), watch tv in the living room together.
Frequently i sit in my lounger chair and he stretches out on the couch. Not too long later, i had to use the restroom, where i decided to simply leave my shorts off. And when i rejoined him, i opted to join him on the couch and snuggle up next to him.
He smiled and said, “what happened to your shorts?”
“i lost them,” i said with a smile.
He smiled back and with a half-hearted laugh said, “Clearly.”
He didn’t touch me sexually, but rather just draped his arm around me and we continued watching tv. Since i wanted more, i started to rub on him. Starting with his arm, moving south to his chest, and further to his belly, and lower to his cock.
i wasn’t sure if he’d allow me to touch his cock or not, but he did and i was happy.
As i felt it start to grow, i decided to spring it from his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Again wondering if or when he’d stop me. He didn’t. i was even more happy!
He leaned back to give me more easy access and never said a word, so i continued. That was when i turned on the couch to get up on all fours and lowered my mouth onto his getting-more-erect-by-the-second cock. i started to give him a blow job in earnest as he continued to watch tv.
i was pleased with myself as i felt his cock grow quite hard in my mouth! i went fast and slow, deep and shallow, and suctioned hard and then less. i can’t say for sure if i was really doing this all for him or myself! i enjoy making him happy and the happier he becomes, the happier i am too. (Fuck that stupid saying, “Happy Wife, Happy Life.” It really should be something more like “SUBMISSIVE wife, Happy Life.”)
While i DID want him to touch me too, i didn’t want him to think i was solely doing it to get to that end result either. And had he touched my parts, (or should i really be saying, “had he touched his pussy”) he would’ve discovered how wet i was already!
But he didn’t touch his wet pussy. Instead, his bare hand came down on my left butt cheek with some force. He’s never spanked me while i have his cock deep in my mouth, so this was new.
Now if i were him, i would never spank with my dick in her mouth. i wouldn’t trust her enough to not end up with teeth on my member from her jerky movements, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, or otherwise just having the ability to reciprocate the pain i was putting on her that she’d then think she could inflict on me! But Sir is not me. And i am not the person with a dick. i am the female sub and he is the male Dom, and as such, he either trusted me or was testing me to clearly NOT do those things!
As his hand met my ass, i didn’t stop or otherwise miss a beat with my blow job for him. His hand lifted away and he landed another, in the exact same spot, with even more intensity than the first. i let out a moan. i couldn’t tell if it signaled a sound to Sir like it pleasure or pain, but i knew … it was both!
And another swat, and another swat, and MANY more landed in the exact same spot, only on my left cheek and all with increasing intensity.
I didn’t even try to keep count as that would’ve been too much. i simply focused on ensuring my teeth did NOT collide with his cock, NOT allowing my body to move with each swat, and allowing him to deliver a different kind of maintenance with grace and acceptance.
At one point as the swats continuously rained down on just my left ass cheek, i did let go of his dick as i no longer trusted myself to be kind to his member. i still didn’t move or otherwise try to stop the maintenance spanking, but rather allowed him to continue. As he did, I let out more moans, squeaks, and squeals that let him know this hand spanking was making its mark, literally and figuratively.
The fire was growing in intensity on my ass cheek as he didn’t stop. He seemed rather intent on delivering an impactful MF, as i was equally intent on accepting it too.
Finally he stopped and he rubbed my ass cheek, while saying, “was this an effective maintenance?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“submissive Sir.”
“Good deal.” And he lifted my head and kissed me deeply.
Then he expertly put away his cock and said, “that’s enough for me. Now for your pleasure….” Oh yah!
i leaned straight back on my legs, to where my back was again on the couch but this time i was laying down with my legs toward him and my pussy exposed giving him a straight on view.
His hand came to my clit and started rubbing on it. He rubbed slowly and lovingly, and in a most teasing manner. Then he slid his fingers across my opening, but kept moving on rather than penetrating. He moved to the left side of my mound and back up to the top on the side, then slid straight down over my clit and opening again, and moved to the right side and repeated. He was slowly teasing and torturing me.
Finally he amped up his intensity and speed where he started playing with my clit in earnest. i arched my back and soon asked if i could orgasm. He said no. i expected that answer but also hoped for a yes, as i knew this wouldn’t be much longer and i would spill over the edge into a full orgasm without permission.
So i eked out, “pleaseeee Sir.”
And i heard NO again.
i cringed and said, “Sir, either you need to stop or say yes. i can’t hold out much longer.”
He laughed. And continued.
i decided to be brave and pull his hand away from my clit. And after breathing in more deeply again after getting the reprieve, i said, “i don’t want tonight to be about me but rather you. If you want me to cum Sir, please let me. Otherwise, if you are going to say no, then lock it up and let me sit in my frustration.”
While smiling and letting out a laugh he said, “sounds like an excellent idea. Go lock it up!”
Well, because he laughed about it, i decided to test how solid that answer really was. While i suspected he was being serious, i couldn’t quite tell. Maybe i could influence his decision and appeal to his sexual side to give me a different answer.
Maybe if i laid here another minute with my legs open to him, while moving one hand to squeeze my tit and moving the other hand southward toward my mound, while asking, “are you sure you don’t want to just say yes?” that i could be seductive enough to get a better answer.
He didn’t budge. He slapped his hand straight down onto my very swollen clit and said, “did I stutter?”
Ouchie!
“No Sir…. But….”
SLAP down onto my tender and wet clit again! “Then GO-LOCK-IT-UP-NOW! Before I deliver a punishment spanking!”
Ugh. Fine.
And i stood and went to get the chastity belt on. As I was putting it on, i talked to his pussy, “sorry girl. i wish I hadn’t opened my big mouth as you’d probably have gotten to have that big O you wanted.”
As crazy as it sounds, i felt her respond to my words by releasing some (pre-orgasm) juices and relaxing of my muscles. i couldn’t tell if she was mad or not.
With the the chastity belt sliding into its familiar place, i snapped the lock into its place too, and i walked out to the living room with the key in hand. Sir smiled at me and said, “You look wonderful. Now come sit beside me again and let’s finish watching this show together.”
And i did.
And we did.
As we watched the show, his arm was draped around my shoulders and his fingers came down to fondle, pinch, pull, and twist on my tits. He asked me, “do you think you can orgasm with this type of stimulation?”
i looked up into his eyes and said, “Unfortunately no Sir. While it is extremely arousing, i don’t think it would ever be enough to get me to orgasm.”
i saw a devious grin in return and he said, “GOOD!” And kept up the (extremely arousing) assault on my tits.
He casually said, “I was going to allow you to orgasm until you suggested that maybe you shouldn’t.”
i spoke honestly as i replied, “Even though i wanted to orgasm, i shouldn’t get everything i want just because i want it. Frustration and delayed gratification is good for me. It teaches me more appreciation for it when i do get it.”
i’m pretty sure he liked my answer, but he didn’t say much in response.
When the show was over he announced it was time for bed. And in a fatherly voice he said, “I feel you need to sleep in your belt to ensure you are a good girl tonight. You’ll sleep better and have a better day tomorrow without the stress of trying to keep your hands away from yourself because you aren’t allowed to masturbate or orgasm tonight.”
“Yes Sir.”
Now this morning when i greeted Sir, i asked him what he had planned for the day. He indicated he was going to play golf. As he said that, i decided to not ask to have the belt off as i suspected the answer would come back in the form of a question. That question being, “why?” to which, of course, i would have no good reason.
As he got ready to go we did talk about the belt though, where he confirmed what i expected he would say. He said he didn’t see any reason for it to come off whereby having it off would end in a good result (meaning…. He suspects … and he’s probably right! …. That if the belt were off, i would play with myself until i orgasmed.)
And with that, he grabbed up the keys and put them in his pocket.
As he started to head for the door, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a deep and passion filled kiss. He said, “try to be good while I’m gone.”
I thanked him, presumably for the kiss but i also intended it to be for the Dominance he is exerting over me. And i said, “it’s pretty hard to be BAD while in the belt Sir.”
“Exactly!” was his response.
Then i moved to the hall facing the doorway, intentionally making the last thing he saw of me being me naked, with the chastity belt locked in place, and said in a pouty sort of way, “go have fun playing with yourself while i am NOT playing with myself.”
“Oh I will most definitely!” and he was off.
Now i am here. Naked. In a chastity belt. i am not clear if he kept the keys with him or hid them in the house. But does it matter? NO. It does not.
i am sexually frustrated, in chastity, alone in my house…. And will find something else to do now.
Maybe tonight i will get to orgasm. Or maybe not. Maybe i will get the belt off. Or maybe not.
As i said before, the belt is incredibly effective and does not allow me access to myself, not painful and actually (overall) comfortable to have on. It isn’t fully 100% comfortable, which is probably a good thing as it is never then able to be forgotten about and always making me “aware” it is there. In reminding me it is there, i am reminded WHY it is there. Not because i am bad but because i am not being allowed to be bad. And Sir locked up what was important to him, to which i find comfort too.
And it is a privilege to have the belt off. One that I did not earn or receive today… and while i’d rather have it off and orgasm, i am ok with having it on and being denied that privilege today too.
