A family wedding in Nashville (that was outdoors in 30 degree weather. Oh my!),
Thanksgiving (which was lovely and low key),
My 51st birthday (i’m not ashamed or embarrassed about admittedly my age),
Trip to see our son in college (nice weekend with him),
My firm’s Christmas party (at our house with 22-people here, David cooked amazing food for it too. i didn’t make him, he wanted to. It was his gift to us and vice versa.)
All that in the course of 4 1/2 weeks.
All that on top of getting ready for Christmas with decorating, buying and wrapping presents, and of course…. Work.
It’s been unseasonably warm in our area. It’s normally 40’s lows to maybe 60’s highs. We’ve been having 60’s for lows and 80’s for highs.
While i love the hot weather, not everyone does. It’s sooooo much easier to be sexy in warm weather clothes than cold weather clothes.
Think about it… in the cold north, a conversation probably goes like this….
Him: I want to fuck you.
Her: oh yeah Sir?! I want that too.
Her again: just give me 10-minutes.
Him (annoyed): uhm. No. Don’t tell me I have to wait! NOW!
Her: well Sir, since it’s so cold out, I have 16-layers of clothes on and have to take them all off. That’s going to take awhile.
Lol. Yeah. So. NOT sexy.
So warm weather allows me to wear tank tops or a low-cut shirt, no bra, no panties… and be undressed in no time flat.
i can also sleep naked, or be in the house naked, much easier in warm weather.
Generally speaking, i feel way more more sexy in warm weather than in cold weather.
But i would say that David has been absent in spirit lately. With so many “life things” happening, he hasn’t had the least bit of focus on me, regardless of what i have on or do not… or whether the temp is cold or warm! (Yes, i am fully aware of how selfish that sounds!)
Now that’s not to say he’s not talked to me, done (vanilla) things with me, nor has he been entirely or literally gone.
He’s just not held me accountable or maintained our Domestic Discipline dynamic. At all.
i have been trying to NOT get anxious, upset, or angry about the (perceived) neglect. i know i am loved. i know i am not ignored, forgotten, or neglected. But it feels like it to me. And sometimes what we perceive becomes our truth.
i just wish he’d hold me accountable. i just wish he’d stay the course of our dynamic. i just wish he would bent me over his knee already.
i know i need to tell him. But HOW to tell him has been problematic.
If i……
Brat…
….. Which is where i become cranky, disobedient, disrespectful, and …. Challenging, that is unbecoming. It also, usually, just makes David annoyed and/or angry.
i don’t chose to be a brat quite as literally as it may seem. It’s somewhat like having a bad day. You don’t start out saying, “hey, I want to have a bad day today.” And yet, sometimes it just happens anyway.
And to take that even further, when a bad day does happen, sometimes you think, “I am NOT going to let this continue.” And yet it just does.
So being “bad” and throwing a temper tantrum isn’t the right answer, but admittedly, i have done a bit of this. Yet David has let it go and not held me accountable.
What exactly have i done? Well…. i decided he hasn’t paid ANY attention to my puss. He doesn’t seem to care if i touch it or not. i decided to NOT shave it until he pays attention to it.
On Saturday, he decided to lay me on the bed, spread my legs, and lick me to orgasm. (Yah, i know this is paying attention to me, which is exactly what i am complaining about. But. This is the one and only sexual type interaction we’ve had in nearly 6-weeks.).
He didn’t even comment about the hair. i dared him to. He didn’t. He should have. It was annoying that he didn’t.
Top from the Bottom…
…. i’d just tell him what to do, or maybe tell him “what you should do in this situation is….”
Turn me over and spank me, like the spoiled brat that i am acting like.
Or stand me in the corner until further notice.
Or (fill in the blank)…..
But i don’t want to tell him what to do. i want him to enforce the rules, do maintenance spankings, tell me to wear the Chastity Belt, or WHATEVER…. because he wants to do it and NOT just because i am telling him to do those things.
Try talking to him…
Yes, i know. THIS is the most logical. But i am already thinking he’s just going to hear my words as Topping because i think i hear it that way already too.
i can hear the conversation now….
Me: “you aren’t holding me accountable.”
Him: “ok. We’ve been busy.”
Me: “yes, but you should….”
Okay… right there…. i am Topping from the Bottom. Telling him what he’s NOT doing and how to DO something (anything) better
Send him a link of this post…
But that’s likely just another version of Topping from The Bottom.
SUMMARY…..
i am getting increasingly annoyed and unhappy…. Which is making me cranky. Which is probably going to lead to me being a Brat… even more. Just to get his attention.
See a pattern here? See the circular reference?
Ugh.
Suggestions?
Until then… no matter hot weather or not, i will wear what i want, when i want!
So this first part is true. The consequences thereof is what i have made up in my head, as i wait to see what, if anything, will come of it….
The guilt was starting to eat me up. So i decided to tell David, via text, to clear my conscience. Of course, i waited until he was away from the house to tell him. i didn’t do that on purpose really, or… maybe on some level i did.
The text read, “I’m not sure if you care or not, but I’ve orgasmed twice this week without permission. Once was on my birthday and then again yesterday too.”
What i didn’t say was, “and i am telling you now instead of doing what i really want to do, which is orgasm again. Right Now!Because i really am feeling very guilty now.”
The text i got back was, “WHY would you do that??????”
The response was simple… and true. i said, “Because i was selfish.”
What i didn’t add was that, “while i expect that had i asked you, you would have said yes… or…. you’d probably even have done participated and done for me. But i didn’t want that. i wanted ME. i truly was being VERY selfish!”
And the response i received was, “I’d have done it for you. It was your bday.”
i asked, “does it matter that i did it without your help? Or your permission ?”
“YES it does!”
And this is where i thought, “Ugh. You knew this was going to be the result. Now you’ll be punished.Why’d you go and be so stupid? You KNEW it was wrong. It wasn’t even that great of an O because you felt guilty even then!”
My head thoughts continued….. “And honestly…. You deserve whatever he provides.And you need to be prepared to thank him for it too.”
In my head i continued even more…… “You need to be grateful you have a husband who cares enough to want to be the one who provides your happiness, that he wants to see your joy when you orgasm, and … now… he also cares enough to discipline you for bad behavior too.”
And that’s where my head started venturing into the what-if scenarios about what kind of punishment would be fitting …….. fiction starts here….
After a bit more time of anxious anticipation, I received a new text from David. It said, “As you know today is Sunday, and I am already at church (for the tech team support David serves on). When you come to church, you need to have your belt on. You need to come find me and lay the key in my hand. It seems you need to have restriction enforced more again. But make no mistake, your discipline doesn’t stop there.”
“Yes Sir.”
And I did as instructed.
After church, we went to lunch with our son and he got on the road to head back to college from there and we went back home.
David beat me home and when I walked in the house, he was standing right there by the door waiting. He said, “Strip. You will not be wearing clothes the rest of the day.”
“Yes Sir.”
And I did as instructed.
That’s when he looked me up and down, and he smiled. He kissed the top of my forehead and said, “that’s my good girl.”
He produced the key to my belt and removed it. It dropped to the floor with the loud clang of metal that you’d expect.
He told me to “Go lay on the couch on your back. And wait for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
He walked through the living room and into our bedroom. I didn’t dare touch myself while he was gone. I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen next, but I wasn’t going to make it worse than it already was either.
When he came back into the living room he had changed clothes. And he held the leather cane in his hand too. Cringe. The cane is so torturous. He only uses it on me for the most egregious of errors and to drive home the discipline. It works every time.
He came and stood beside the couch that I lay on. As he towered over me, he looked down into my eyes and said, “You are the most beautiful wife when you lay naked like this. I like what I see. Unfortunately, that’s not quite what we are here for. Do you agree you’ve been disrespectful toward me lately?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you understand that it hurts my soul to think you don’t want to spend time with me, to allow your pleasure to come from me, to share your body and soul with me? You’ve shut me out by being selfish and taking orgasms that don’t belong to you. I consider it acts of infidelity when you touch yourself and bring yourself pleasure without me there or my permission to do so. But you knew all this, didn’t you?”
I started to feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I was choking back the emotions when I barely got out the words, “Yes Sir.”
He continued, “if you insist on making bad choices, then you will learn the true pain that you’ve caused me. Open your legs. And be still.”
Ahh, here it comes.
I saw his arm move up, the cane went up with his hand. Then I heard the whipping sound the cane makes when it cuts through the air. Immediately afterward, I felt the sting it leaves when it collided with my skin.
While I fully expected to feel it on my clit, I did not feel it there. Instead, it was on my lower abdomen. I immediately pulled myself into a fetal ball like position, but managed to stay flat on my back. I heard the words, “I said lay still. Now open your legs to me once again.”
And I did as instructed.
Tears started to fall from my eyes and down the sides of my cheeks, onto the couch cushion. I wasn’t crying from the pain, but rather the disappointment I had created for my Sir and in myself too.
I saw the cane move up and backward with his hand, and I closed my eyes. I held my breath and waited for it to fall on my skin to make its mark. It came down a little lower on my abdomen this time, but substantially in the same area. And then it happened again but lower yet. He was making his way down to my pussy. I could tell what was coming soon. I was anticipating the pain as I felt the next swat of the cane hit the top of my pubic mons area.
He paused and said, “do you think you deserve this punishment my love?”
“Yes Sir. I wish I didn’t, but I know I do.”
He said, “good. Now open your eyes and look at me.”
I did as instructed.
“I love you so much that it pains me when you take pleasure from me. That’s why you have to learn that this pussy and all the love it has to give belongs to me. ALL the time.”
He continued, “So I am about to deliver five hard strikes of the cane to this disobedient pussy to remind you of the way you are to act. Do you accept this punishment willingly?”
“Yes Sir, I do accept your discipline freely and fully.”
“Good. Now don’t move at all as I intend to deliver these swats in succession. If you move at all or restrict my access, I will start over. You don’t want that, now do you?”
“No Sir.”
“Good. Now lay still.”
And with that, he began just as promised, the first hard swat of the cane directly onto my pussy. He hit the left labia, and the intensity to my most sensitive area surprised me and I flinched. I cringed. I prayed he didn’t notice. But of course, he did.
He stopped and I heard, “tsk tsk tsk. Did I make myself clear about how you were to act?”
“Yes Sir. It just surprised me so I involuntarily flinched.”
“Well, I suppose you now know what to expect and that won’t happen again. Let’s begin again, shall we?”
He didn’t wait for my response, thankfully, as I felt the cane collide with the right labia. I successfully didn’t move. And I felt the left labia get hit again. It stung even more now with the second time leaving it’s hard mark on top of the first. I felt the cane repeat to the right side then too.
I heard my thoughts, “Three more to go. I can do this. Accept this punishment with grace, as you know you deserve.”
That’s when I felt the next caning swat land directly on my clit. It stung so damn bad but I was determined to accept it by laying still. I didn’t want Sir to start over. In another second of time, I felt another sting directly onto my clit again. I didn’t expect two in a row to land directly to my most sensitive spot.
Just one more to go, and I suspected it would be delivered with the most intensity yet. Sir did not disappoint.
The last one was also delivered as a direct hit to the middle of my pussy, straight onto my clit, with more intensity than any of the previous ones. It stung so bad bad that I felt the heat roll up into my cheeks and the tears flowed out freely from my eyes.
Through a haggard breath and tears, I eked out the words, “Thank You Sir.”
That’s when he dropped to his knees and the cane was laid aside. He kissed my lips fully and when he pulled away he said, “THAT was the pain part. Now for the pleasure part.”
He moved down on the couch where he got between my legs. It was just another second until I felt his warm tongue soothingly loving on my clit, pressing away all the pain and bringing about only pleasure. It felt so wonderful that my pussy started leaking fluids immediately.
He lifted his head and spoke to me saying, “You will not orgasm today at all. I will take my pleasure now and because you previously took your pleasure without permission, you will not have that ultimate release today at all.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
His tongue worked its magic. I felt him press his whole mouth around my clit, creating a suction on it and slightly pulling at it where it swelled up in response. My jagged breath and moans of pleasure was starting to tell my Sir just how turned on I really was becoming. As I arched my back and started to beg Sir to stop (or else let me orgasm), he immediately pulled his lips away and said very sternly, “NO! You will NOT orgasm!” His hand simultaneously gave my clit a hard slap, telling it to stop seeking pleasure and to remember the place it’s earned.
He waited a hot second and started again. He brought me to the edge of orgasm three more times, taking his pleasure in teasing me while licking my juices up in full but never allowing me to go over the edge.
After four total times of this, I was beyond sexually frustrated and David knew it. He didn’t care. In fact, he reveled in it as he spoke, “being frustrated isn’t too good for you is it?”
“No Sir.”
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before taking your pleasure without permission.”
Oh I definitely will not be orgasming without permission again for a very long time to come!
And with that, he pulled entirely away from me and stood up. He grabbed my hand to help pull me up to my feet too. Then he said, “Now then. Because I don’t trust yo to be unbelted, you need to go get your belt back on. Snap the lock and bring me the key.”
And I did as instructed.
As I laid the key in his hand he smiled. Then he spoke saying, “I’ll keep the key on me and at the top of every odd hour for the remainder of the day, present yourself to me. You’ll need to ask me to bring you to the edge again and again. Make no mistake, I have zero intention of allowing you to orgasm today but instead making you beg for your release. You’ll learn to ask and receive permission before taking orgasms in the future.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for loving me enough to met out much needed discipline. I love you Sir and hope to do better by you.”
“You are most welcome my love. While all is indeed now forgiven, make no mistake that the rest of the day is reinforcing the lessons you’ve learned today AND you should plan to be in the belt for a good long time to come as you’ve now lost unbelted, unsupervised, time too.”
“I understand Sir.” I didn’t ask how long the belt would be on, as I knew the question wouldn’t be answered. It was irrelevant.
And he finally finished with, “but right now, I am so turned on and wound up that I think I need to orgasm myself. Get on your knees and prepare to receive my cum.”
i am so incredibly thankful for so many things that i don’t even know where to start if i were to try to list them ALL out. So i will list the ones i think matter the most. Or at least the ones that i am thinking about today! And especially the ones relating to my spousal dynamic.
1) A Dominant Christian husband. He leads me and our family lovingly and wonderfully. The Bible says a husband is to love his wife and David absolutely and wholly does that!
2) My submission to David. i discovered D/s with DD (Domestic Discipline) several years ago and asked David for it. It made our marriage so much stronger and better. It’s clear who is in charge and who submits. We both know our roles.
3) Chastity belt. My belt helps me to refrain from masturbation. It is a useful tool that i sometimes ask to be allowed to wear, like today. It helps me be compliant with David’s directive…. that i don’t masturbate or orgasm without permission. Because my pleasure belongs to him. And today, the belt is in its place.
4) Anal plug. When i need a tangible reminder of who my ass belongs to, a filled ass usually does the trick! It’s hard to forget that i belong to David when my ass is filled and stretched. And today, it is both filled and stretched.
5) Red wine. To get me turned on and cause me to flirt with my husband. And to forget i have an anal plug in while wearing the chastity belt simultaneously. The red wine causing me to feel frisky and bold…. And even if i don’t forget about the belt and plug, to beg him to take the belt off and the plug out and replace it with his cock.
6) Ability to speak to David and give my opinions. Despite our dynamic, i am always allowed to speak my mind. Of course, in a respectful tone. And David always listens. Like when i beg to have the belt off and the plug out and for him to fuck me thoroughly and completely.
7) For times when David says no. It makes it clear who really is in charge, regardless of what i want or think i need, i know he knows the truth, and his decisions are final. Even when i want to be fucked, when he says no, i have to accept that as his final answer.
7) My submissive side to accept the “No” answers when they come. Acceptance doesn’t always come quickly or easily. i intend to beg for him to change his answer. Frequently and often. And i hope to wear him down to get the ultimate answer i want.
8) Discipline as a way to deal with conflict. Instead of yelling at one another, discipline to accept his answer is a fine way to resolve difficulties. Especially in those times when i don’t accept his “No” answer the way i should have, discipline is exacting and makes his answer truly be no.
Our marriage is stronger than ever. i would say it’s stronger as a result of implementing D/s with Domestic Discipline as a way to deal with conflict. And i can honestly say i wish we had implemented it years ago!
The Bible says Man loves his wife, and a wife submits to her husband. While it does not say Men discipline their wives (at least to my knowledge anyway), DD is a practical way to deal with transgressions. It works for us.
And now i am off to see if i can get the belt off and the plug out. That which i have worn all day today. But to which i doubt (at 4p in the afternoon) is going to change for awhile still. Maybe before bed i will get the pleasure of his loving touch and feel his cock, and be allowed to cum.
But even if i don’t, i am thankful that my husband cares and loves me enough to cook for me and my family, and that he said i was to put the belt on and the plug in today… to serve as a (much needed) reminder of who i submit to and to “act right” today. (It has worked!)
A-N-D finally….. i would be amiss if i didn’t mention how thankful i am for YOU. While i tend to write to “you” as a way to have an audience to my journal documenting my marriage and submission journey, i am thankful that i have “you” to talk to. There is no one else in my “real world” who knows about our dynamic. i can’t tell my best friend, sister, or co-workers. Saying the words “Yah, i wear a chastity belt and my husband spanks me.” aloud wouldn’t (probably) end well. So i am truly thankful to have you, my friends, to talk to! (And thank you for the comments and emails so i have opportunities to get to know you in return.). It’s good to know you are real, as i am too.
We are in KY for a get away vacation together. We will be here from today through Sunday. Just the two of us.
As i knew we’d see loads of people on this trip, but absolutely no one i would ever see again, i packed some clothes that i felt would create a “moderately sexy” look. Outfits that would be a bit on the risqué side for everyday wear, but nothing that would be cause for anything other than something “super nice to look at” too.
This pic is me today. Can you see my nips? They are showing, but covertly too. i don’t wear a bra or panties any too often, and today is no exception. Today i am wearing a one piece, snap up, onesie top with David’s favorite grey fitted jeans. And one of my favorite dainty collars too.
After i was dressed this morning, David eyed me too to bottom and his words were, “THAT is sexy!” Which is all the confirmation i needed to have the confidence to wear it.
The onesie has snaps on the front from my neck to my belly button. It can be as open, or closed, as desired. It also has snaps at the crotch to hold it in place there, as well as provide for easy access, if desired. Boy do i wish i had my CB on today. After going to the bathroom, i have both of my hands in my crotch to get the snaps reattached, causing me to touch myself. And causing arousal. And making me wish i could just lock her up and not be touched! But not an option.
i wasn’t entirely sure how many snaps on the front to close… or to leave open…. so i asked Sir. His response was “Two open. For now.”
i don’t know if confidence is a quality someone is just born with, but i am certainly one who has had to grow into it. i am growing in my confidence to wear “sexy” clothes. In the past, and especially prior to D/s, i would say i have ALWAYS erred on the side of way-too-conservative. i am SO trying to change that now. i would think that if you could see the crack between my boobs, my shirt was wayyyyy tooooooo low! And if my skirt was above my knees (by more than 1-2 inches), it was way too short. In my opinion of course.
David would have much preferred to see that boob crack and more even, and he doesn’t mind having me (somewhat) on display for others to see too. Not that he has ever wanted me to be too much on display, but if others were to see me and take notice, he would take pride and so should i. He would tell me that if i have something to show (and i do!) then “let people see, stare, and wish they were me (or either of us!)”
If a man looks, he’s probably a little jealous and maybe thinking, “damn. My wife doesn’t wear those clothes.” Or maybe he’s thinking, “wonder what I’d have to do to get her to open up more of those snaps!!?!”
And if a woman were to see me, she’d probably think one of two things: 1) “You go girl! Flaunt it!” OR 2) “she’s a slut with it hanging out like that.”
Any of those responses are a-ok by David and he takes pride in the fact that i wore it, someone noticed, and (most likely) they are jealous they can’t, won’t, or don’t wear it too.
That was before i had confidence to buy sexy, low-cut clothes, let alone wear them. i don’t wear them all the time, but i wear them now more than i ever used to which was never!
This summer i bought a 2-piece bikini. Something i have not worn since i was about 6 hrs old! But David loves it and has asked me to wear it in the past several times and until this year, i never had the courage to do so.
i am definitely growing in confidence. i don’t know why i ever worried about it though. i mean truly, who cares what someone may or may not think of you? What is the worst that can happen? They think lowly of you and don’t want to be your friend. Ok…. So… what?! The only “friend” i really need is David! i’m not saying i have no other friends, but David is really the one that matters the most. And the others can come or go in the end!
Today. i am completely and fully aware of how much “more” i am showing. i am busy looking around to see if people are seeing me, and if so, trying to read their face to know what they are thinking. All the while, telling myself, “what they think does not matter! Puff out your chest and show your cleavage off with pride! The same pride David has in knowing you belong to him!” (Keeping in mind i only have two snaps undone in the first place, so not a LOT showing anyway!)
i don’t know if other people have confidence to wear anything anytime, or if this is a learned trait, or maybe some of both. What i know is that as David’s submissive, i have learned to take pride in dressing in a way that is sexy and appealing to him…. Even if it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. And that discomfort is ok.
It takes courage to do something that you might not do otherwise. But when you do it (over and over again), it becomes more and more easy to do, as it becomes more and more of a normal activity… which causes it to be less and less uncomfortable too.
As of today… for me…. i can now wear a two piece bikini without thinking twice, but a low-cut onesie top today is still uncomfortable. But i did it anyway, and have held my head high and my shoulders back! Learning to do things with confidence that pleases David is learning to be a good submissive!
I COULD END THIS HERE.
BUT…. I HAVE SOME MORE THOUGHTS……
While i suspect this will NOT happen, causing this next part to be purely fictional, this is some of the things that have swirled around in my head this morning.
As FYI….Usually my fictional stories start with something that’s happened in real life, and my mind then extrapolates to a possible/ alternative ending. And that’s my inspiration for when i write up a “fiction story.” But in all honestly, the first part of most of my fiction started with some nonfiction too!
So this next part is mostly pure fiction but based on my outfit today and started when David said to have two snaps undone, “for now.” i say “mostly” fiction because the activities we DID do today, but the conversation was not.
But his words got me thinking about the question, “when will the directive come to undo three snaps… or four…. And how will i respond or what will i think….”
So here’s what i thought about…. And again, is (mostly) pure fiction from here on…….
An hour into our day David asked me, “how many snaps are on that top anyway?”
He asked that because the very bottom snap that was visible was just above the waistband of my jeans. It gave a look that implied the snaps may continue all the way down and into my pants. They did not. And I told him that what he could see was all there were.
I could tell his mind was swirling this information around, to which I wondered what he was thinking so I asked, “Could you think out loud Sir?”
That’s when he said, “We have several activities planned today, lasting about 8 or 9 hours in total. By the end of the day, I think it would be lovely to have all 6-snaps coming open and undone.”
He continued on, “Set your alarm for 90-minutes. Every time it goes off, you’ll unsnap another one and reset the alarm.”
“By the end of the day, I should be able to see them all open and undone. I suspect I’ll enjoy the day a lot more now than I would’ve otherwise,” was his final words, which he said with a huge grin on his face too.
I asked, “But Sir, if I do that, I am sure anyone will be able to see my big boobs hanging out.”
He was still smiling and said, “okay. Yea. So what’s the problem?”
I know my Sir well enough to know that he would never do anything to get me arrested or cause harm to either of us, but that a directive is a directive. And frequently he’s told me these types of things just to see if I will trust him or not. So I just said, “Yes Sir,” and set the alarm on my phone for 90-minutes.
With that, we got in the car to head to breakfast. I wondered if the waitress, looking down at me as I sat in the booth seeing the top-down angle and into my shirt, was thinking it was too early in the morning to be seeing all that! I tried not to think about that and instead focus on my Sir’s happiness. That made me sit tall and smile big.
Soon enough, we were done with breakfast and back in the car. Usually Sir droves, but he had told me to drive so he could consult the agenda and program the locations into Google. We were in the car, getting onto the interstate, when my phone alarm sounded. The first 90-minutes had expired. I jumped at the sound and my heart started to race as I realized what it meant.
I looked over at my Sir and he smiled. He grabbed up my phone and said, “I’ll reset the timer while you reach down and open a snap. That’s the 3rd of 6, since the first 2 were already open, correct?”
I shyly responded, “Yes Sir.”
To which Sir said, “Say it with confidence my love! This is good! And this is going to make this day amazing too.”
And I unsnapped the 3rd snap, returned my hand to the wheel and said with confidence, “Yes Sir.”
We were on our way to the well known Bourbon Distillery in KY, for a tour and tasting event. We had about a 30-minute drove there and as I drove, I stole glances down at my chest. From my angle, it looked like I was nearly hanging out of my top. I’ll made sure to be keenly aware of the sides of my top to ensure I didn’t inadvertently hang out and get myself in trouble at the distillery.
We arrived just in time to get into the tour that we had previously booked. As we started out, our tour guide said we would all enjoy the next hour together learning all about how bourbon is made and ending with a tasting.
David leaned into my ear and said, “we will be ending just in time to open up another snap!”
I learned a lot about bourbon along the tour, and now we were tasting the different ones that are made on site. I don’t much care for bourbon, but David does, so I’m enjoying the experience and time with him.
And the alarm went off.
He leaned in and said, “snap #4.” Yes, I know Sir. I’m getting increasingly stressed about how much cleavage I’m showing off, but…. okay, I’ll obeyas the good submissive wife I am!
Since my phone was in my purse on the floor, I leaned down and grabbed it, reset the timer, and as I moved back to the upright position, I unsnapped #4. As I was back fully upright, David leaned in once again and said, “That’s my good girl! I’m loving the view and your obedience!”
I glanced down and was incredibly nervous about how much anyone can see now. Of course, my nipples aren’t showing but I’ll have to be careful to ensure they don’t just pop right out of my top too. I SO wish I wasn’t in this position, but maybe more so, I SO wish I just hadn’t put on this onesie in the first place. I wouldn’t be wrestling now with showing off my nips if I hadn’t wanted to show off for my Sir. But I suppose there’s something to be said that I’m making him so happy too!
Soon enough the tasting was over. Thank God we can get in the car and just be the two of us again too!
In the car, Sir said, “Time for lunch now.” And we went to a local pizza place. Great. Family atmosphere with a slutty wife on display! Can’t wait! Sarcasm at its finest. I am fighting everything in me to just re-snap all these snaps back closed, it I keep telling myself, “no one knows me or will ever see me again! Keep your Sir happy!”
And as we were back in the car, the alarm went off again. I heard Sir say, “and just like that…. #5!” He is SO proud of himself and SO testing my courage.
I spoke up, “Sir, I am really not comfortable anymore. I feel half dressed at this point. Please Sir, don’t make me undo anymore snaps. It’s still daylight even!”
I heard my Sir say, “oh now… my love… don’t disappoint me now. This is fun! Do as I ask and all will be good. I don’t want to have to spank you for disobeying now!”
And I opened snap #5. As I did, I looked over at Sir. He smiled and grabbed my hand. He squeezed with a seal of approval and he said, “that’s my girl. I knew you could do it!”
Thank GOD we were in the car and I could relax without the worry of showing my nips to someone. I wasn’t sure where he had me driving us to now, but I prayed it wasn’t anywhere too public too. I just followed the google map directions and didn’t ask anymore questions.
Sir must’ve realized my apprehension was at at all time high, but rather than give in to me, he decided to amp it up yet another notch. He released my hand and slid his hand under my top. He squeezed my nipple hard and tweaked it hard. I flinched. He felt it and asked, as a rhetorical question, “hurt?!”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir continued to massage my breasts in full and didn’t stop for quite awhile. As I tried to stay focused on driving, it was extra hard to drive as he played with my tits. It wasn’t much longer and I realized where we were headed. Back to the hotel. I felt relief flood over me. We pulled in and parked.
After getting to our room, Sir said, “take it all off now. I’ve managed to get myself rock hard watching you today and need to get relief now. I’m going to fuck you hard until we both orgasm.”
He continued, “Get on the bed on your stomach and spread your legs wide for me. I’m going to fuck you doggy style so I can ram you hard and fast. I want to orgasm quick as my dick is super achy sore after watching you show off your tits all morning. You’ve been such a good girl and now I’m going to reward us both!”
And he did as he said. He fucked me fast and furious until we both orgasmed long and hard. It was amazing and I loved being rode so hard too.
When he was done, he said, “Now get redressed. Time to go again. We have another tour and tasting. Then tonight we will be at the best steakhouse in town.”
“Thank you Sir for using your pussy and allowing me to orgasm.” I made sure to tell him. Sudden,y all my stress for showing off seemed so worth it. I’ll never see those people again, but my Sir is in love with me!
“You’re welcome. You know what? I want to repeat the 90-minutes routine, but let’s start over at just 2-unsnapped. I bet by dinner, you’ll be showing off everything again! Can’t wait to see what the dinner crowd thinks! And maybe I’ll fuck you again tonight too if you are a good girl once again!”
While this is currently fiction, i intend to ask Sir to read this and make it a reality, if he wants it to be….
Not quite November
“Sir, it is nearly November. Last year, we did NO-orgasm-vember where i edged a lot but you did not allow me to orgasm for much of it. i think if it had not been my big 5-0 birthday, you wouldn’t have allowed me to orgasm at all, but… you were kind. For my birthday.”
“This year though, while of course, it is still my birthday month, it isn’t a big birthday this year the way it was last year So i think you should consider not letting me orgasm this entire month,” is what i said to my Sir.
He looked at me somewhat confused and said, “Why? Would should I not enjoy giving you orgasms whenever I want to? I like seeing you get pleasure at my hand (or tongue or cock).”
My response was, “Yes Sir, i do enjoy getting orgasms from you at the times you allow it. But i also feel selfish. i feel like i have gotten far more pleasure and orgasms than you. And my submission should be about pleasing you, rather not about pleasing me!”
He laughed and said, “well I simply can’t have multiple orgasms the way you do. So of course you get more than I do!”
i smiled and said, “And that is truly wonderful for me Sir, but it does not feel fair. While 11- months of the year, i am content to please you by having more orgasms whenever you want me to, it seems fair that ONE month i abstain. That being denied orgasms for 30-days, i would focus on your pleasure and your happiness and your orgasms, and not my own, if that’s what you’d like too.”
“Do you even think you can hold out that long?” he said with complete skepticism in his tone.
“Well Sir, you have the full ability to make that happen. At whatever point you think i may cheat and be tempted to masturbate, you can put me in my chastity belt and hold the key until whatever point you think it appropriate to allow me out or to orgasm.”
i continued, “But Sir, i won’t lie, i am a little concerned my sexual arousal may be completely lost with full abstinence for 30-days too. i may lose all interest in sexual activities. i may become content to NOT get pleasure at all.”
Sir gave a sly smile and said, “That’s a problem that’s easily fixed.”
That was all he said. No elaboration whatsoever.
i paused before i spoke again, but when it became obvious Sir did not intend to provide any further commentary, i said, “my other concern would be being locked up for too many consecutive days may compromise my feminine hygiene, which could possibly lead to a yeast infection.”
And he once again said, “That’s easily fixed also.”
i wondered what he was thinking but wasn’t sure what to say. i finally just bucked up my courage and asked, “Sir, can you think out loud so i can get a feel for what you are thinking.”
He gave yet another sly smile and said, “you can ask. But I’m not going to say, at least not yet. It’s not Nov 1. But on that day, you’ll know more.”
November 1
i had become pretty unaware of what day it was. Even when it did occur to me that November had officially started, i didn’t even know if Sir was intending to enact any version of my previous suggestions as he had made NO reference or discussion about it.
The day started innocent enough and in the exact same way as always. i was up and out the door to work. Sir was working from home, also same as always.
When i came home from work, we had a same-as-always dinner and evening too. Then we went to retire in our bed.
When i climbed into bed, i was naked, as always. i snuggled up close to my Sir and put my hands down under the covers. i reached and found his cock and said, “this feels amazing Sir. Can i suck you hard?”
He smiled and said, “Sureeeeee.” No smart man tells his wife no when she offers him a blow job, and my Sir is definitely a smartman!
And he threw back the covers and i went down on him. i started slowly, but as his cock grew hard in my mouth i began to move faster too.
i heard him moan in pleasure, which made me happy to hear. He grabbed my head on both sides and started to force my head up and down faster. He was making my mouth fuck his cock. His cock got very hard as i sucked him off faster and harder with every thrust.
That’s when he pulled my mouth off of him and said, “move up and plant my cock deep inside my Pussy.”
“Yes Sir!” No good submissive woman denies an opportunity to fuck her Dominant husband!
i was so wet already without even having been touched at all. i moved myself up and positioned his cock to be able to slide down on top of his rock hard pole. My pussy was suddenly very full as i slid all the way down in one smooth move. i let myself sit for just a second with his cock deep inside me just to feel him fully.
That’s when i looked into his eyes, and he grabbed my hips and he said, “ride my cock now slut.”
And that was all the motivation i needed! i started to move up and down. i wasn’t yet going very fast, but building into it. i felt Sir’s hands press onto each of my hips, encouraging me to go up and down that much more. He very sternly said, “fuck my cock like you mean it. Convince me of how much this means to you slut. Or else I’ll take it away and give it as quickly as i gave it to you. Now!”
And i started riding him like my life depended upon it! i needed to fuck my Sir with everything in me! i needed this for him AND for me. i was taking him hard as i rose up and slid back down on his cock, making my tits bob up and down just as hard! It caused my tits to hurt, so much so i reached up to hold them in place. I felt Sir’s hands slap against the backs of mine and he said, “let go of my tits. I want to see them move and hear them slap against your chest.” So i let go and allowed my Sir’s pleasure to be more than my pain.
It was but another minute when Sir decided we were changing positions altogether. He flipped us over in one smooth move where i was laying on my back. He smiled and said, “the best place for any good woman is on her back with her legs spread wide, and you are no exception! Do NOT cum until I do!”
He didn’t expect an audible answer and I didn’t provide one. Instead it was in my head that i clearly heard myself utter, “Yes Sir” without hesitation. i live for these moments and i refuse to disappoint my Sir!
And he started fucking me with just one intent in mind. He wasn’t making love to me, but fucking me with all he had. He was using my cunt for his needs, and i was proud to be the one he took what he needed from. Serving him this way gives me incredible joy!
This time i heard myself begging him out loud saying, “Sir, give me your cum. Dump it deep inside me so i can feel it drip all night long!”
He was so intent on his task of getting off, he couldn’t speak. i then felt my own orgasm rising and felt panic rising in me. i would not, could not disobey but my body was starting to have a mind of its own too. With desperation i squeaked out, “Sir. Please hurry. i am about to orgasm!”
He surprised me by coming to a complete stop nearly immediately. He pulled out and with annoyance and a twinge of anger he spat out the words, “the fuck you are! This is No-orgasm-vember. And that means this is MY month. You get NO orgasms and I get them all for both of us!”
i was feeling like a disappointment and had sadness wash over me as a result. i was letting my Sir down. I was failing to be a good submissive slut wife for him.
He continued, “open your mouth wide. I don’t need your cunt if it’s not going to obey. Your mouth will do just fine. I’ll go back to fucking it.”
A few minutes later, he orgasmed big! i heard him moan, his cock got very stiff and still, and i felt his hot cum shoot to the back of my throat.
As his cum hit my throat, i instinctively pulled back just a bit. He must’ve felt it as he grabbed the back of my head and held me still with his cock deep inside. He said, “swallow all I give you! Don’t you let a drop go to waste!” And i swallowed as fast as i could to not let him down any further and to not choke too!
When he was done, he asked me how i felt and whether i had orgasmed. i spoke honestly and said, “i feel disappointed in myself that my pussy tried to disobey you Sir, but no Sir, i did not have any orgasms.”
He said, “oh my love, do not feel you have disappointed me. You are the best wife I could ever want or need or hope for! It’s good that I turn you on so much that you are wet and dripping for me. And make no mistake, your desire to orgasm is just a sign of your love manifesting deep inside you. AND you did good by telling me too.” His hand had moved up to cup the side of my cheek as he had said these things. That was when he leaned in and kissed me deeply too, making all my negative emotions wash away, leaving me with deep and complete joy.
When he pulled back he continued speaking, “it was very good of you to not orgasm. That’s how it should be! How close did you get?”
i shrugged and said, “i got close but not too close i suppose.”
That’s when Sir got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. i thought he was going to clean himself, but he returned almost immediately. He tossed my favorite vibrating dildo at me and said, “Here. Edge. Now. Do NOT orgasm! But get close. And stop.”
“Yes Sir.”
And i did so in a matter of a couple of short minutes. It didn’t take long and i was at the edge of orgasm! i pulled the dildo out of my pussy and said, “i nearly went over the edge and orgasmed with that one Sir.”
He said, “Good. Do it again.”
“But Sir.. i will….”
He cut me off saying, “you WILL do as you are told. I said do it again. Edge but do NOT orgasm. Get even closer to the edge this time.”
So i did. i used the vibrator for a minute and was about to orgasm again, so i knew i had to stop immediately. i pulled the vibrator from my needy cunt, leaving it empty and feeling so desperate to orgasm.
With that, Sir said, “Do it again.”
“A third time Sir? i surely will….”
He cut me off again saying, “you surely will get punished if you continue to argue with me. Now get busy woman!”
So i did. i cringed as i knew it was going to be only a few seconds before i would be at the very edge again. Not to mention, i was getting fearful that i would orgasm accidentally. As i finished, ever so quickly, i pulled the dildo from my pussy and rolled over onto my side, squeezing my legs together to force the orgasm to go away and not allow it to escape!
That’s when Sir said, “go put the chastity belt on. You’ll wear it to sleep now.”
So i did. i put it on. Without a single utterance of discord.
When i climbed back in bed, Sir smiled at me. He said, “wife, you are the best. I am so grateful you want to please me the way you do. I have decided that your suggestion of abstinence for you for NO-orgasm-vember is an amazing one. Every night, I will use whatever hole I want to get off. And every night, when I am done, you’ll edge yourself three more times. Then you’ll sleep in your belt.”
He continued, “this should be a valid solution to your two problems… 1) you will be edged and get near orgasm, wanting it so badly, but getting no release. This will keep your sex drive high and you’ll find it hard to lose interest. And 2) you’ll sleep in your belt. In the morning, you can take it off but I do expect you to practice self control and to deny yourself any and all orgasms. The reason you should wear it to sleep is that so soon after edging, you may be tempted to finish yourself off after I go to sleep but we won’t allow that this month at all.”
He finished with, “THIS is going to be an amazing month my love. I may allow you to orgasm on your birthday, but that’s 25-days away, and I haven’t decided on that yet either. Do not bug or for that matter even ask me about getting to orgasm on your birthday, as I’ll probably deny you an orgasm even then, to serve as punishment for annoying me about it.”
He finished with, “All I know for sure is this month is about me, and not about you.”
i leaned in and i kissed him. As i pulled back, i thanked him for allowing himself to feel a month full of pleasure while using me to please him, which gives me pleasure also. All the while, loving me so throughly too.
This is indeed going to be an awesome month… i hope. i think. i may be pretty sexually frustrated by the end, but i will definitely not lose interest in my Sir or sex!
The end. Now to share this with Sir and see if he wants to use any, all, some, or none of it this month. Ultimately the decision is, as always, his alone to make. Happy November!
