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249 – Loaded and then locked.

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Now that we are again healthy, we are getting back to our normal 24/7 D/s lifestyle. We don’t do this D/s lifestyle just for kink or sex, but instead ALL the time in kink/sex AND also all other times too. i would say that the vanilla/nonsexual times are where i have been practicing some of my best submission because it is easy to be submissive in sexual times, but requires a lot more active and intentional submission in nonsexual times.

And then there is the chastity belt.

Chastity is a crossover. It’s neither sexual or nonsexual, but it’s not NOT sexual or nonsexual. It’s a weird in between both sexual and nonsexual at the same time. The entire job for the chastity belt is the restriction of sex while not in a sexual scene. It’s intentionally forcing a nonsexual position onto a (possible) otherwise sex position.

In fact, the best use of the chastity belt is to ensure there is NO sex when it is NOT time for it. And for me, that’s seriously needed. i have a love affair with myself… well, sort of. i mean, i do have a self love, but that is something everyone should have. The true love i have and am speaking of is the natural high i that comes over me when i orgasm. i truly don’t care how i achieve it, as long as i do!

That natural high that comes when my body goes over the edge after all the blood rushes to my clit and it throbs with excitement, floods with wetness, and the endorphins that overtake me is truly a feeling i seek out as much as i can!

i love, need, and seek out that high! In fact, i’d say i have an addiction to it.

i crave it. And when i can’t go over that edge, i begin to find ways to get it. i especially want it when i am not allowed to.

Orgasm is an explicitly stated forbidden fruit. i can eat of any other fruit, except the fruit of orgasm. Orgasm is allowed only with permission.

And when David is out of town, i do NOT have permission. Yet, i want it! Can you blame me? The high that comes when those endorphins release just takes away all the stress, all the problems, and it’s all natural too. Who wouldn’t want that?!?

But i want to be a good submissive wife. Really, i do! i want to follow the directives given to me. Besides, getting that Orgasm illicitly isn’t ever as nice as when it comes with permission.

All that said….. because we had to take a break from chastity belt training with our vacations and illnesses, i am out of practice now. So as David left out of town, it was not mandated to wear it. In fact, we haven’t gotten to the mandate of “wear it any time i am not in his presence,” but i think when the custom belt comes in that is exactly where we will go and especially with more practice under our belt again. (See the pun there…… under the belt?! lol)

So a small side squirrel trail…. for a LOT of years, David (and every other partner who has ever been with me), has told me my pussy is “very tight.” On some level, tight is good. But then there’s the “very” tight level, making it a squeeze for a cock to feel comfortable in. When a cock is squeezed out of a space it should be welcomed into and call home is never any good!

Soooo when some women are busy strengthening their kegel muscles, i am regularly working to stretch my muscles out! i have read that when used, stretched, and forced to relax, the muscles will eventually loosen up permanently. i’d say i have made a bit of progress over the years, but it’s been a thing with me for a long time and will probably be a thing forever actually.

i have become quite creative with the stretching exercises over the years. i find lots of things in the house that are primed to go up inside the hole and hold it open for a bit of time. But the best thing is always a compact dildo, that i can keep inside me and wear under my clothes for any length of time needed or desired.

This stretching process causes me to play with myself .. which leads to being turned on… which leads me to want to go after that big Orgasm.

So that brings me to today. David is out of town. He knows i stretch my pussy and not only does he approve it, he encourages it. (He likes having my puss as his cock’s warm and inviting home!)

With him away, i decided to take some pics of his pussy, stuffed with a dildo, and send to him. He loved the pics, but he proceeded to ask, “and has my pussy orgasmed?”

i spoke the truth, “No Sir”.

“Do you want it to?”

And i spoke truth again, “OH Yes! Sir, may i orgasm?”

“No.”

Ugh! Maybe if i ask nicely…..

“Pleaseeeee Sir?!?”

“I said no, I meant no. In fact, put the chastity belt on. And send me a picture of that when it’s on!”

“Yes Sir.”

And then there came one more text…. “And be sure to leave the dildo inside.”

What?

“Sir, i would like to clarify. Are you telling me to lock myself up, with the dildo inside too?”

“Yes. That is what you need to do.”

Oh my.

So i did.

He then said, “good girl. I’ll let you know when it can come off. And if you think it needs to come off before that, ask nicely and it may be allowed. But don’t orgasm as that is not allowed!”

i am now sitting here fully loaded … and absolutely locked in…. until further notice. As i sit here as the horny little slut i am, desperately wanting to orgasm, with no ability to do so in any way… in a (non-sexual) chastity belt moment.

But i can’t tell a lie, i truly LOVE being locked up and not being allowed to orgasm and submitting to my loving Dominant husband!

And David is home this time tomorrow…. 🥰

Hugs,

Marie

245 – Forced orgasm

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Admittedly, i did not know or understand what that was until quite recently. Now i do!

i mean i looked it up, read about it, and tried to understand. But it still didn’t make sense to me. The word “forced” and “orgasm” didn’t seem to go together! The idea of being “forced” to do something sounds terrible, depending on what it is… and orgasm isn’t one of them!

i mean tell me i am forced to…. Say… eat ice cream, soak in the bathtub, have a massage, take a day off…. OR ORGASM…. Oh yeah, i am there! Sign me up! Let’s do this! When do we start?! Care to add something else to the list that you’d like to be forced to do too?!

The key word that didn’t fit was the word “forced.” You wouldn’t have to force me to do any of these things mentioned. i am never going to say “oh no, that’s not for me.” So the idea of a forced orgasm seems incongruous.

So if the “thing” that you are asked to do is good and you want to do it, how exactly would the word “forced” be included in the sentence or discussion?!

Until tonight. Things changed. i see the light. i now understand how forced and orgasm go in the same sentence!

David came home from Denver and i was SO pleased to see him, and vice versa. Tonight, he forced me to orgasm, which again, sounds incongruous since i was SO wanting to O anyway! But it happened. i was forced. …. Let me tell you how and why it all came together….

The belt was off and David told me to lay down on the bed and spread my legs. Oh goodie! i get to finally Orgasm! Of course, he did not have to force me to comply!

He grabbed up the vibrating massage wand and said, “Time for some orgasm control work.” Wait. What? O control?!? That implies i DON’T get to O!

He turned it on low and started teasing me. He didn’t put it straight onto my clit, but rather flirted with a little touch and then pull away and then repeat. He put it to the side, then the other side. He looked me straight in the eye to gauge my reactions too.

After about one minute (NOT long!) he put the tip of the wand straight onto my clit and held it there. i flinched and bucked my hips automatically, causing the wand to move free of its target.

That’s when he asked me, “why did you do that? You shouldn’t move” and he did it again. And i did it again. It was involuntary that my hips were moving. The intensity of the wand straight onto my clit was just too much for me to control my body movements.

That’s when he laid across my lower abdomen, pressing my hips into the mattress so that i was pinned there and unable to buck around.

He turned the wand vibration up a notch. Then it went straight onto my clit again. He held it there and forced me to stay still and unable to buck it away. Then he moved it straight onto my pussy opening and pressed it hard there, so that it started to penetrate my hole. It was halfway up into me in a matter of seconds.

i felt the orgasm rising. i squeaked out the words, “Please Sir, may i cum?”

No response. i wasn’t sure if he heard me and ignored me, or if he didn’t hear at all. The need to orgasm was rising ever so quickly. i needed an answer!

So i repeated it, “Pleaseeeee Sir, i need to orgasm…. NOW.”

i heard “NO.”

It brought tears to my face. Not sad ones, but ones of almost panic. Tears of, “i can’t hold out! How can i hold this in any longer?? Pleaseeeee!!”

And then i heard, “NOW cum for me!”

And boy did i! It was huge! It was glorious and wonderful!

But the wand didn’t move, nor did David move from laying on me. He continued without a second of delay. i begged, “NO, Sir. Please Stop. Or pause. Or something. i can’t do this. i need a break to recover.”

And i heard, “No!” and the wand stayed in its place. He was moving it from my opening to my clit and back. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. It was intense and constantly touching my clit or my pussy hole or surprisingly he managed to touch both at the same time too!

It began to feel like torture to my puss! It started to hurt in a matter of a few more seconds. It was a good pain overall, but the intensity was so great, it was indeed painful. i begged him to stop, “Please Sir, it’s hurting.”

He said, “No! Cum for me again! Now!”

And i did.

Another Orgasm… this time a forced orgasm…. Came out of me.

And he didn’t stop there either! i couldn’t even form words at that point then as he still didn’t stop. The wand kept up its assault on my pussy as it moved around, but never stopped.

And another. …. Forced orgasm… flowed out.

And another too!

In my head i was begging for it to stop…. AND for it to continue. i couldn’t decide which one would be best. i also couldn’t form words out loud as my eyes rolled back in my head, my body stopped tightening up, and i just started to relax into the intensity of it all. i accepted Sir’s control, the feelings that washed over me, and relaxed into it.

The orgasms were quite literally continuous.

Another forced orgasm and another and another all flowed out.

i lost count. i think it was 5 or 6 or 7 even, but i can’t say for sure because i couldn’t say where one stopped and another started!

The pain AND pleasure was exquisite.

It was amazing!

When he finally turned off the wand, he moved off of my body and smiled at me. He kissed my tingling lips and said, “welcome home to me!”

My eyes had long since rolled back in my head, my body was tingling from my lips to my toes, my pussy was throbbing in rolling muscle spasms, and i couldn’t speak aloud. i did hear myself think, “yes, welcome home to ME Sir!”

i laid there recovering for a good 5-10 minutes as he prepared for bed, and he then got in bed beside me, and snuggled up to me. While i wasn’t moving during that time, my mind was alert. i knew exactly where he was and what he was doing as i tried to recover enough to be able to thank him properly.

He asked, “Did you expect that?”

“Uh…. NO Sir, i did NOT. Thank you Sir!!”

“How’s that for orgasm control? I’d say I controlled every one of those orgasms! Did I not?”

“Oh yes Sir, you most definitely did!”

“Good! Getting where we both want now!” (Where i only orgasm at his command and not before or after… or of my own volition/hand/masturbation.)

“Yes Sir.”

It still took me about another 5-10 to feel “back to normal,” but by then, i was SO exhausted i just closed my eyes and went off to sleep.

Now today, it occurred to me that what happened was a FORCED ORGASM(s). i decided to find and re-read the exact same article that i had read when researching the topic long ago. The lightbulb clicked on in my head. THIS is exactly what happened to me!

Here is the article: Forced orgasms per Healthline

Did you click on it and read that linked article? It won’t take but another minute, but i won’t FORCE you to! Lol.

Exactly how the article describes it, is exactly what happened!

Because i am doubting you actually read the article….. Part of the article says this ….

“So for people with vulvas, forced orgasm usually entails (consensually) making them orgasm over and over and over and over without a come-down period between each orgasm”, explains Carly S., a kink-inclusive sex educator and founder of Dildo or Dildon’t, a pleasure product review and sex educational platform.

“It could look like having the receiver tied down while their partner holds a high-powered vibrator against their body, eliciting orgasm after orgasm,” says Carly S.

T – H – I – S is exactly what happened. i got no come-down period, he held me in place, held a high powered vibrator and elicited (a lot) of orgasms at his will, not mine. He FORCED the orgasms out of me!

N-O-W i get it…. the concept and the way that the words “forced” and “orgasm” go together! And maybe you do too. Or maybe you already understood and it wasn’t a question… if you did though, why didn’t you force me to understand already?! Ha.

Okay, now i have to force myself off the couch, to the shower, and to work. Yes, going to work is sometimes a forced activity… apparently the same as what a forced orgasm can sometimes be too!

Hugs,

Marie

244 – Long distance … sexting … chastity … and complete submission. (Oh my!)

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David had to go to Denver for 3-days and today is Day 1 of his absence. He texted me this morning and said, “Going to send me any naughty pics today?”

i wrote back, “i can send pics if you’d like.” And we went about our day, and while we sent periodic other texts, it was vanilla/innocuous too.

On my way home from work, he sent another text, “Do I get pics tonight?” To which again, i replied. “If you’d like.”

He immediately responded with, “Thought I’d said that earlier already.”

While i did (politely and properly) point out that he had not “said” but rather “asked” for pictures, i did recognize that was my que too. That while it was worded as a question, it was really a command with a question mark at the end. So upon getting home, i took my clothes off, jumped in the pool naked, and opened my phone.

After sending him the pics he wanted, he said, “Very nice. You slut.”

While admittedly most would NOT see the word “slut” as a term of endearment, when i hear it from David, i do. i know he means it in the most sexy and turned on way, and it tells me i have achieved my goal: making him happy with what he sees!

Because i am happy (and turned on!) when i know David’s needs are met, i am indeed a slut .. craving and wanting more (and more) sex! i love having sec with him in all forms and fashions, but then when it’s pleasing to him for me to have sex with others, i love that too! So the term “slut” is both truth and loving for me when he calls me that.

i responded with, “Thank you Sir! Should i make myself slick with cum and take a picture of that for you too??”

His response, “No.”

While sometimes he gives me a directive in the form of a question, like what was noted above, in times where there should be no room for doubt, his words are perfectly straightforward and abundantly clear!

i was hoping to get to orgasm, under (a guise) of doing it to please him (with a picture). But he saw through me ever-so-quickly and called me out even-more-quickly.

i said, “You just don’t want me to have an orgasm.”

And i got another one-word response, “Correct.”

To which i just didn’t respond in words, but i didn’t have to either, as then we texted about vanilla things (dinner, day’s activities, etc) but the whole time i really wanted to orgasm.

But there was no denying, i had gotten myself turned on with the naked swimming, picture taking, and sexting with David.

So i wrote, “i’m struggling to NOT touch myself.”

He said, “It shouldn’t be a struggle since you have been commanded not to.”

“i understand Sir.”

And the vanilla convo resumed for an additional 30-minutes.

During that time, i did NOT touch myself but i was mentally losing the battle too. So….. i went and put on the chastity belt. The pink one.

And instead of telling David about what i did, instead i texted him a pic of me… wearing one of his fav t shirts … and the chastity belt.

He wrote, “Very nice. And wise too!”

i was surprised he said that and I told him as much, as i was a bit concerned he might be disappointed at my inability to control myself with the aid of the chastity belt. But to my pleasant surprise, he was pleased at my choice.

After i told him all that he texted, “I know you can’t control yourself.”

“Maybe i ought to leave the belt on until you come home again.”

And he said, “Maybe I should make you give the key to someone else.”

My eyes got big and i wrote, “Wow.”

“Wow? what my slut?”

“wow to the idea of giving the key to someone.”

“Scary for you??”

“Yes Sir, but i suppose it’s also something of a turn on too! How does it make you feel?”

“Strong. And confident. And in control.”

i smiled big. And i told him, “Good. That’s how you should feel!”

i don’t know if i will keep the key or give it to someone of his choosing, because he didn’t say for sure. But i suspect it will be mine to keep. At least this time anyway.

That’s when he said, “Sleep well.”

And i said, “you too Sir.”

i am certain that whether the belt stays on or not (continuously) for the remainder of his trip, or if i keep the key or give it away, that i will NOT be orgasming in his absence.

[i am aware that i can take this off if i want to. It seems silly to make myself wear a belt when i haven’t been made to otherwise, when I have the key sitting right here too! As well, if i can restrain from touching/orgasming with the belt on, shouldn’t i also have self restraint to be able to also not O with it off?!? Yes, in theory, that is absolutely true. But in my mind, by putting on the belt, i have been intentional about making the touching/orgasm that much more elusive. i have made myself unavailable even to myself. And “if” i get SO determined to get the O, i would have to be very intentional about taking the belt off again too. In other words, I made it that much harder for myself, which is what I needed!]

Now me and my metal are off to sleep…. Without touching, excitement, or orgasming. i can hardly wait for the fitted Fancy Steel version to arrive!

UPDATE: All of the above happened yesterday. Today is Day 2 of his absence. i just didn’t get this fully finished or posted. So now i will tell you more about what has happened since last night…..

i slept great. You might not think it easy to sleep in chastity, but it is surprisingly quite comfortable and easy to do. In fact, when i have the mental angst of trying to NOT touch myself when i am commanded not to causes such a battle for me it is hard to relax and sleep. But with the belt in place, it was as of i allowed myself to relax and know that the battle was won and i could just rest easy.

While i didn’t have explicit approval to remove the belt this morning, i didn’t think it was required to stay on either since it was my idea to put it on in the first place yesterday. Plus he didn’t tell me i had to ask to take it off either. So i took it off, did a 2-mile walk, showered, dressed, and went to work. All without the belt.

After coming back home tonight, i found myself revved up and wanting to masturbate. So i texted David about all this and i asked, “what do you think about me putting on the chastity belt and leaving it on until you are home and you take it off?”

He wrote, “That’s a good idea!”

So i went and put it on. And i texted, “All locked up and nowhere to go now.”

He responded, “Good!”

(He hasn’t mentioned anymore about the key being given to anyone, which i am grateful for!)

This is now me embarking on the longest consecutive time while belted. To date, i have only been belted a total of (about) 14’ish consecutive hours. This is going to be nearly double that time!

That’s when i told him how i think he is starting to come around to the idea of how the belt can prove a useful tool for both of us. i also said that even though at one point he thought it should be unnecessary, (because i should have better self control than i do), he is now seeing that this is the best tool for the job.

He agreed.

i foresee a lot more hours (days!) in the belt in my future, especially after the custom fit Fancy Steel belt arrives in a month. Because while this one is made to wear long term, for showers or pee or poop, it doesn’t fit quite as snugly as a custom one does and it chafes no matter how hard i try to get it to fit properly. The fitted one will allow for a regular long term wear of it, and i am getting use to the idea of that being in my future.

Giving the key to David as my lady parts are locked up feels like the ultimate power exchange for me. While i have agreed to submit to him, and agreed to not have unauthorized orgasms, without the belt i have always had a “safety net.” Safety net being the ultimate ability to do as i want to, if i want to. Not saying i want to, but i could. i could touch myself, or do whatever i wanted to really, if i so chose to do so. Obviously not without consequence, but it was possible. Even right now, i have the key and could use it if i want to.

But as we go further into the realm of permanent chastity, where i will not have the key, the ability to touch myself is becoming less available. i suspect, and i may even ask (!) that David’s next out of town trip will likely include me being locked up from the get go, without knowledge of where the key is hidden (or if it’s even in the house) either. The power exchange is becoming more complete for me, both mentally AND physically! All of which is causing my submission to feel so deep and so genuinely heartfelt! ❤️

Hugs,

Marie

243 – Acceptance… of chastity.

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Note… i wrote this prior to my vacation but ran out of time to get it posted and only just realized it was in drafts still. i am going to post it now, as it shows the progression of the use of the chastity belt for both me (physically) and David (mentally). We are growing with it, and i love where we are going!

And without further ado……

The belt is becoming a real part of my world now. And David’s too!

i am not entirely sure how i feel about it. And David is truly beginning to love it!

i have now been strapped in for the 3rd consecutive night now. And it was at David’s direction this time.

i was planning to take a day off, but David wasn’t having it.

Let me fill you in on what’s happened as of late…….

Three evenings ago, i strapped and locked myself in. And handed David the keys. He was cringing at the sight. Literally. i literally saw his face scrunch up and he looked me in the eye with real concern. He was concerned about how tight it was (could i breath), about whether it was necessary at all anyway (can’t i just control myself), about whether this was a good idea (will i be able to actually sleep)……

But that was three evenings ago and he’s changed his mind now.

Admittedly, i did not sleep too well that first night. i am not too sure why, but i woke up every 2-hours. i’m not sure if it was the belt or if that had anything at all to do with it.

When i was out of bed in the morning, David asked me if i was ready to be let out. i responded with, “yes Sir, i believe i am.” And he produced the keys and i was released.

As that day progressed, i was glad to be released as i discovered a few chafed spots where the belt had rubbed. Nothing too serious, but still some irritation too. The release allowed my body to rest and heal. By evening, i was ready to try again.

When i asked David, “do you want me to put it back on again tonight?”

He responded with, “If you wish.”

i wasn’t too sure if i wished, but i put it on anyway. i rationalized that i wanted this, i ordered and received it, now i needed to use it. i have had this fascination with the chastity belt for a good long time now, so it is truly time to determine once and for all if it is a good…. Or a bad…. thing. And that means that whether i feel like it or not, i need to put it on… i mean, it is just Day 2!

So it went on. And nothing else. Other than the belt, i was completely naked. David smiled when he saw me. And he motioned for me to go toward him.

He was sitting on the couch, so i walked up to him and leaned in. He used both his hands and tweaked both my nipples hard. He pulled and then twisted them. And then he stuck his tongue far down my throat while twisting them even more. That’s when he let go, pulled away, and asked me, “How’d that feel?”

“It hurt Sir. But it was a good hurt.”

Then he tapped on the belt front, specifically on the lock, and it clanked against the other belt (metal) parts. That’s when he told me he was pleased with my decision to wear it, but now to go sit down so we could watch tv. So i did. And we watched tv, same as we do every other night until it was time for bed.

i slept a lot better in the belt on night 2 than night 1, but still not great either. And upon waking, it came off. Once again, i was grateful to be out of it as it is giving my body time to adjust but not be overwhelmed.

That was earlier today. So then in mid-morning, i asked if i could masturbate and David said yes. Yeah for me!

So i promptly set about playing and it was only about 2-minutes until i had a very big O! Yes, 2-whole-minutes. The orgasm washed over me and felt so good, but i was a bit disappointed in just how fast it really was too.

Then as the day wore on, i decided i would not wear it tonight. That i would let my body rest from it, but then also allow my mind to rest with good sleep tonight too.

Little did i know just how much David is starting to embrace this.

i told him about my idea of training me into wearing it when away from him and when he was sleeping. He liked that idea very much and has decided we need to start toward that goal.

With that, i was expecting him to say put it on. Instead, he told me to lay on the bed and spread my legs. Oh yeah! A better orgasm ahead! Two in one day even!

He brought out the wand vibrator. He smiled a wicked smile and said, “Do NOT orgasm! When you get close, you need to tell me. We are going to work on your orgasm control again. You’ve had many months to do as you please and now that’s changing.”

So the words alone, along with my Dominant husband taking control, made me dripping wet already!

He proceeded to use the wand on all levels, up and down, circles, side to side… and every time i got very close to O, he took it away and waited a minute until i was calm again. And he repeated it over and over. He asked me how close was i, to which i had to say “extremely!”

Then he asked me, “Are you frustrated?”

To which i responded, “No Sir. i figure in a minute you’ll be kind and lean in and kiss my pussy with your tongue…and let me orgasm.”

He responded with a “hmm” and repeated the wand exercise again about another 3 times.

That’s when he did lean in and lick my clit for about 2-seconds! NOT enough!

He licked. He stopped. As he pulled away, he said, “time for the belt. Put it on and I’ll snap the lock shut.”

i looked at him in complete surprise and said, “are you being serious?” i truly anticipated him smiling at that very second and saying he was just joking with me.

He was Serious. Not a joke.

The belt went on.

And i pouted. i didn’t mean to. i just did. He noticed. He laughed.

Then he announced we would do this every night for the next week. That we need to get my Orgasms back under (his) control.

i have mixed emotions now as i lay in bed typing this while belted in for the night. i should be utterly thrilled that my dominant husband has (finally!) seemingly returned. And i am. But now the reality of the belt is setting in. The reality that i am indeed NOT in control or even able to touch myself anymore and having metal between my legs is now a real thing that will change the way we operate now. But this is what i wanted, right? i mean, i was seeing this as a “try it before you buy (the really expensive fitted belt) it” kinda thing.

But now… it seems like cheap belt or expensive one, THIS is how it’s gonna be. With David as my key holder. i think i like it. i think it is good. i hope it is…..

Sleep well my unbelted friends!

Hugs,

Marie

242 – Hair or no hair, that was the question!?!

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In a recent post, i told you about how after our separation (for vacation) our D/s dynamic seems to (thankfully!) be running smoothly once more.

i also told you about how i ASSUMED Sir was joking when he made an offhand comment to “leave the hair.” The pubic hair that i didn’t shave at all when i was on vacation. The hair that had grown to a “long stubble” stage. It wasn’t terribly long, but certainly longer than it had been in a LOT of years too!

The same pubic hair that i immediately shaved off upon my return home. The same hair that washed down the drain, that just as i was out of the shower, David saw. After seeing his clean pussy he asked me, “Did you really just ignore me?”

And i was in shock. i made the assumption he was just joking. i made an ass out of me, but definitely not out of him. His directive was extremely clear, and i clearly didn’t listen or obey.

But i haven’t had even that much (long stubble) hair between my legs in probably about 10-years now. i couldn’t tell you what natural color it is, if it’s thick or thin, if it’s curly or not, because it’s been THAT long since i have seen it! So i just assumed he truly was just joking.

i honestly don’t remember when i started taking the hair off, via waxing, but it’s been a longggggg time. After i got tired of “the process” of waxing, including making appointments, spending money, opening my legs to a stranger (who wasn’t going to be fucking me)….. i wondered if shaving would be better.

The thing about waxing is that it gets me baby-bottom smooth, that lasts for about a week. Then the stubble starts and grows for another week. Then it’s finally long enough for the wax to attach and pull it out in about another week (or two). A total of a 4-week process, where really only one week is good and the rest are not.

Comparing that to shaving…..

A shave is close, but not as close as waxing, so not completely as smooth as the waxing. And it only lasts for 1-3 days, when the stubble starts to grow back in. But shaving in the shower is already happening with the legs, so it’s not too much more of an effort to just keep on going right up and over the puss too! This keeps it cleaner every day but not quite as good as the first few days of the waxing either.

So probably about 5’ish years ago, i asked David his opinion and preference. He told me he loves his pussy to be clean and smooth, but preferred the shave over the wax as it was more clean for more days than the waxing, and of course, a lot cheaper too.

**In February 2020, David approved for me to start doing the laser hair removal. i started it at that time and was about 3-sessions in when Covid hit. Ugh! And i just haven’t gone back now. Maybe i should reconsider doing that again too.

Anyhoo… in my last post i mentioned the predicament i found myself in… to ask or not to ask was the first and biggest question, but if i didn’t ask, do i you assume the recent “leave the hair” directive is still applicable, or do i assume the standing directive to shave it all off is back in effect?

So this morning, i decided that before i went any further and before i showered (and shaved) the best course of action was to NOT assume anymore and to simply just ask!

Communication is always the key to any relationship…. Friends, co-workers, family, and in a D/s marriage for sure…. including this particular situation too!

His response was simple. He said, “I haven’t decided yet.”

While that answer is quite straightforward, the resulting action for me isln’t quite so straightforward.

i took that to mean, “do nothing until I give you further instructions….” So i did not shave this morning.

He is preparing to go to the airport to fly out for a few days for work. i suspect he will not think about hair or no hair in his absence. Sooooo in some ways, his lack of decision is a decision!

Because i will not shave again until directed to!

i may enjoy seeing all the pubic hair come in…. Or …. i may well be repulsed by it! As he may also!

Maybe he will use the hair to his advantage …. i am bad, need to be punished, he says lay down on my back and spread my legs, and uses a tweezers to pull them out. (Tweezers to pull hair hurts! They sometimes missed hairs with the waxings and finished the process with the tweezers. So i know first hand it hurts!)

i doubt all that though. If i were to guess, the hair will come in to a longgggg stubble in another week or two, start to be just entirely tooooo bushy, and he will give the directive to shave it off.

Time will tell. But what i know for sure is that i won’t be assuming anything he says is a joke or sarcasm again.

While ultimately this was a “little thing,” in and of itself, i learned a lesson this week that my husband truly is in charge, his words are meaningful, and this time…. It’s all him and not me.

As i also told you recently, i gave up on this D/s type of relationship and decided to wait for David to decide if it was right for him. Now i know for sure, it’s HIM and not me, this time. This time, things are different and it’s a good different!

By calling me out on something like this, that previously he wouldn’t have probably (much) cared about, is such great progress forward. This is exactly what i have prayed and waited for and now i know that our D/s relationship truly is in fact on track to be better than ever!!

Now i truly am becoming the best submissive wife i can be, where my only real job is to listen and obey… every time. And i love that position i find myself in! And the overwhelming positive flood of emotions i feel from it!

Hair or no hair, my world couldn’t be better …. Except, of course, the fact that i did orgasm without permission. And after 24-hours of lying in my guilt, i decided to own it and told David. Unfortunately i waited a full 24-hrs to own it, AND i also owned it when he was about 1,000 miles away from home for another 2-days too.

His response was but a single word…. A “hmm.” (Is that even a word?!)

When David gets home, i may be regretting that decision (to orgasm without permission) …. but i will NEVER regret becoming his submissive wife!

Hugs,

Marie