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257 – Out of sight, out of mind – Fiction

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“I have decided to keep you in the chastity belt for a good long time. I want to start using you, my beautiful slut wife, only for your back hole skills. I have given this a lot of thought and I believe it will be good for both of us. I believe the best way for you to learn how to ignore your pussy as much as I intend to ignore it, is by having it covered the majority of the time. Out of sight, out of mind!”

When Sir said “covered,” he meant with my chastity belt. He ordered it on soon after we finished our breakfast the morning he made his announcement.

As he locked it in place, he said, “this will be good for you to learn to be even more submissive in all ways. Lately it seems your pussy has just become entirely too needy. You think with your cunt and not with your mind. You seem to think that your submission is just for sex, but you are my submissive all the time and in all ways. Correct?”

As he spoke i couldn’t help but think what he said was true. My pussy had become needy and i wasn’t sure anymore if i was serving my Sir because i wanted to, or because she wanted me to. My puss knew if i did good, he would reward her with the orgasms she loved to get. So was my submission of my own volition or her neediness?!

So when Sir asked if he was correct, i knew he was. i told him i was happy to submit myself to him in ALL ways, and if that meant no pussy then no pussy he shall receive. But that was nearly a month ago now, and this has been harder than i imagines! i yearn for my pussy to have escape and to be touched.

i have spent more hours IN chastity than OUT! And every hour out has been highly supervised where i heard, “I can’t trust you to not touch your pussy. I think you will give it the attention and satisfaction you think it needs.”

Unfortunately no truer words were spoken. Admittedly, had i even received 2-minutes of unsupervised and uncovered minutes, my pussy would absolutely be satisfied and dripping with the biggest orgasm i have had in a long time… perhaps ever.

Oh don’t misunderstand me, i have had orgasms during this month. But all were a direct result of my anal hole being fucked and deriving all good and pleasurable things from that sexual stimulation alone. My Sir hasn’t even played with my clit or allowed that type of orgasm.

In fact, one evening, he took the belt off and told me he was going to make love to me. He told me to “lay on the bed on your back. I want to take you now my love.” And my heart absolutely melted. i was already naked, so it took just a second for me to lay down and spread my legs.

As he came towards me, he saw how wet my pussy was as it glistened with pre-cum juice. His eyes moved from my wet pussy to my smiling face where he said, “that is a beautiful looking pussy. But I meant it when I told you that I’m now turning you into my anal-only slut wife. You need to learn to find pleasure in receiving my cock into your ass, and not into your desperate pouty looking pussy. Do I make myself clear?”

With a disappointed look and a pity face that matched my pussy, i responded dutifully with the expected, “Yes Sir.”

He became slightly irritated and said, “if you’d rather not feel and enjoy my cock at all, I can certainly arrange that.”

“Oh no Sir, please use my holes in any way that you find desirous. i love pleasing you Sir, i only just wish i would get to enjoy your cock in my pussy too.”

With that, he lay down between my legs and on my chest where i felt his rock hard cock against my belly and even pressing on the top of my clit too and he kissed me deeply. He told me how he knew what i desired, but he also knew what he felt was best. He told me how good i was and how much he loved me. Oh how I love to please my Sir! My pussy was throbbing and so wet!

While every man can press his cock into whichever hole he wants without even looking, my Sir pulled back from me and sat back onto his legs. He was indeed looking at my holes and when he said, “I want to be sure to press my beautiful cock into the right hole. I don’t want any miscommunication happening by accidentally pressing myself into your needy cunt because your anal hole is the only hole I want anymore!”

And with that, i felt the tip of his cock press against my anus and start to move inside. With nearly a month of anal-only, my ass has started to accept him willingly and open up for him more easily. It doesn’t hurt at all as my ass has stretched and learned to accommodate him at the very touch of the tip of his beautiful cock!

He pressed in and past my sphincter muscle, where gratefully he has almost always paused for me to catch my breath, and he did again this time too. But as soon as he could feel my entire body muscles all relax, he pressed into me fully and as deeply as he could. i felt his balls hit the outside of my ass as his cock was buried deep inside me.

After he was sure he hit the right hole, he laid back down on my chest where we were face to face and close together. He hadn’t pinned or restrained me physically really, but we both knew i wouldn’t move without permission or direction. His arms and chest surrounded me and made me feel warm and loved as he pressed his cock in and out of my anal hole with passionate slow loving motions. He kissed me deeply too. He moved from my face and into my neck where i heard him say, “you are the most magnificent submissive slut wife I could have ever asked for!”

To which i responded, “oh thank you Sir for your love and kind words. i love how you chose to use me. Your cock feels perfect inside me Sir!”

He pressed his lips down onto my boob, licking hard at it, and then pulling on my nipple with his teeth. It made me groan and arch my back in pleasure.

As he let go of my nipple, it came out of his mouth with a big ‘pop’ sound and slapped back down to my chest. It was a pleasurable pain and i moaned into his ear with thanks.

With that, he raised up on his arms and started to truly focus on fucking me. i couldn’t tell if he was intent on making love to me for me, or for him. It didn’t really matter, he was happy and that made me happy. i truly love being his slut wife and being used in a way that’s ultra pleasing to him. I derive my joy from his! Always!

While he started slowly, he started picking up speed. He was moving in and out of my ass with intention. Now i knew the love making ended and the fucking was beginning. My job is to take every bit he gives me, and be joyous in it while willingly urging him to give me more!

And that’s what i did too! “Please Sir, give me all of your cock! Get it deep inside my ass. Fuck me harder than ever before!”

And that got him really focused. i stared into his eyes as he became laser focused on his desires to fill my ass with his cum. i started begging for it. “Please Sir, fill me up! i want to drip your seed from my ass all day long. Give it to me!”

With that though, he decided it was time to flip me over. He pulled out and sat back, taking a breath of air as he said, “turn over and up on all 4’s. NOW bitch!” i adore his pet names for me when he is in the passion of the moment. i know what i am to him at this moment, and that is his needy bitch in heat!

He pressed his cock toward my opening, but i could feel it was my pussy and not my ass. i wasn’t sure if he knew or if i should say something really. i so BADLY wanted to have him use my cunt and not just my ass, but if i am nothing else, i am a good submissive slut wife!

As he started to press in all the way, i laid down on the bed forcing his cock out. He slapped down hard on my ass and yelled out, “you dumb bitch! What the fuck was that? You don’t ever get to deny my cock in your ass!”

i tried to object and to explain, “but Sir….”

He slapped my ass again, harder than the first and said, “NO! Get back in position before I punish you for making me lose focus on my desire to fill your ass with my seed!”

And i got back into position without another word. But he started to press into the wrong hole once again. While i so desperately wanted it to be his right hole, i knew he wouldn’t agree that it was.

So i took another approach and sat up on my knees. And insisted on getting my words out, “But Sir… you are penetrating the wrong hole.”

“The wrong hole? I am taking your ass and leaving that pouty needy cunt untouched! Don’t tell me your ass is the wrong hole!”

“No. Sir, i mean to say you were pressing against my pussy opening and about to penetrate me there. As much as i wish it were the right hole, i know in my heart that’s not how you want to take me anymore. i wanted to make you aware before it was too late.”

With that, he grabbed my chin and pulled my head around to him as far as it would go. He pressed his tongue into my mouth and kissed my mouth with passion. When he was done kissing me he said, “you are an amazing slut wife. I love how you are beginning to accept my decision to only use your back-hole now. Thank you for telling me.”

He then pressed me back onto position on all 4’s and used his hand to guide his cock back onto what he deemed the right hole, my ass hole. When he pressed slowly all the way in again, he held himself there for just a minute. He pressed his chest down onto my back and i felt his hands come around either of my sides and cup my big boobs. One boob filling each hand. And he began to use them as leverage to move in and out of my ass. Soon he started to push and pull on my tits as he was pumping my ass faster and faster. i felt his balls bang up against my clit, and while it felt so titillating, it was such a reminder that my clit nor my puss was going to be used tonight at all. He started going as fast and hard as he could, and my boobs were on fire as he squeezed and pulled on them harder and harder too. He was pulling them taut to allow himself to pull back as far as possible, then he slammed his cock deep into my ass and he repeated. He did this over and over, as fast as he could too.

It was just a matter of minutes before i felt the need to orgasm. This was such a huge turn on and i heard myself begging, “Please Sir, may i cum?”

He didn’t respond. He was so focused on willing himself closer to orgasm too. i know from past times that i am NOT allowed to orgasm without his express approval, so i focused on holding in my desires… as best i could anyway. But the urge to orgasm was becoming too much as he pumped my ass more and more, so i begged with more intensity. “Pleaseeee Sirrrr, may i cum NOW? i can’t hold it in any more.”

He grunted out, “No. You are my anal whore and I want you for one-single-reason- right NOW!”

As he said “now,” he pressed deep into my ass and held himself there. i felt his cock flex in my ass where i knew he unloaded his cock fully into my ass. He filled me with his hot cum.

i was grateful to be his cum dump when it happened, as i barely managed to NOT orgasm (without permission) myself . While i SO wanted and even needed to orgasm, i had no desire to be punished for it either. i could tell that tonight was about him and his needs, not my own.

Sir finally pulled his cock out of my ass and fell onto the bed beside me. i collapsed into his arms as he opened them for me saying, “come here my sweet love.” ilove how he calls me the names that so fit in the moment. i know i am his anal bitch, slut wife, submissive whore, but i am also the love of his life, the submissive wife of his dreams, and his sweet love.

We laid there a minute when he asked if i enjoyed serving him. Of course i did! And i told him so. i also took this time to ask him, “Sir, while i love serving you in any capacity you see fit, including denial of my own orgasm, you’ve never told me why you want only anal sex. Do you not love my pussy anymore?”

His hand cupped my chin and pressed my head back so that i was looking him in the eye. He said, “oh my sweetheart, I very much love your pussy. I just need to teach you some lessons right now. This has been a very long test for you. And while you are getting better, unfortunately you aren’t quite there yet either.”

He continued, “your entire body needs to submit to me fully. Before we put the chastity belt on your needy cunt and before I started limited your ability to receive pussy orgasms for this last month, you served me when you wanted to. You seem to only be a good submissive when you want to have your pussy played with and to achieve your own needy orgasm.”

i was in a bit of shock as he said this, as i wholly didn’t see it that way.

But he saw my surprise and said, “Before you go thinking I am wrong, think about it more deeply. Even tonight, when I told you I was going to make love to you, your eyes lit up. And when I reminded you I was only going to use your back hole, you and your pussy both began to pout. You tried to get your way instead of being happy to serve me in any way, especially in the way I wanted you to!”

He continued even more, “of course, you did speak the truth to me when I nearly penetrated your puss. I did that on purpose to see how needy and selfish you’d be, but to my surprise, you didn’t allow me inside your puss and owned your position tonight. That was a huge test that you passed.”

As he said all this, i was shocked even more to know that he didn’t accidentally try to press his cock into my pussy but rather he was testing me! i wasn’t sure how i felt about this, but i did know how right he was. i hadn’t been the best submissive wife i could be, but really rather selfish lately. There was nothing to say as these realizations settled upon me.

He smiled and said, “Don’t beat yourself up too much sweet girl, as you are getting better. Tonight was the best it’s been in awhile. Unfortunately though, you and I both know you aren’t quite there and your training needs to continue. So before you do officially fail to submit to me, let’s get you cleaned up and back in your belt!”

He watched me wash myself and when i was clean and dry he said, “now go lay on the bed and let’s get your needy pussy locked back in her place. One day she will learn to be grateful when she’s used, and not so sad or rejected when she’s not.”

As i laid down on the bed, where Sir had already laid the belt out, my legs straddled the metal. The belt around my hips and the strap through my legs were all too familiar now. Sir pulled the strap up and over my pussy where the cold steel was laid on top of my mound and covered her up. And then the sides were pulled into place too. All that was left was to wait to hear the tell tale sound of the lock clicking into place, which it did just a minute later.

He stood back and said, “oh my chastity queen, you look simply beautiful! I love seeing you in nothing but a belt that only I have the key to!”

“Now, I am really rather tired after this workout I’ve had tonight and we have work tomorrow, so let’s snuggle in for a good night’s sleep. Maybe in another month we can see if you are ready to submit your entire body to me fully and 100%. Until then, I’ll continue your anal use and ignore that pussy.”

i won’t lie, i had hoped he’d at least touch my clit as he locked her up. i guess my submission is not as complete as i would like to think. Alas, maybe one day…. Just not THIS day.

And with that, he climbed in bed beside me, turned off the light, and said, “I love you so dearly my love. Sleep well.”

“You too Sir. Thank you Sir for all you do for me!”

And i fell asleep wearing nothing but my chastity belt and wrapped in my Sir’s arms.

Hugs,

Marie

256 – Friday – my New (Old) Normal

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This week is mostly done. And so far, i have held myself together … mostly. Okay, kinda sorta.

And so far, i have escaped a spanking. Mostly. Unless you count Maintenance Friday, then i definitely did NOT escape a spanking. (It hurt! It needed to. i truly needed it to. i was much happier afterward. Helped to screw my head on straight!)

But before this morning…. My emotions have been ALL over the place. i’ve been extremely happy for our son, extremely sad for me, and incredibly angry and annoyed with David.

But then also incredibly in love and happy with David too.

David has made me very well aware that i am NOT using the word Sir enough. He’s made me aware that i am “only a submissive when (i) want to be!” And he’s allowed me to be emotional. He’s allowed me to be a Mom who is sad and NOT the best submissive wife i desire to be.

But then he reminded me of the commitment I made to be submissive by spanking me today. On this Friday. We resumed Maintenance.

This week, another submissive blogger than i follow (and admire) blogged about respect. It stuck. She wrote some good stuff and it made me start thinking about how DISrespectful i have been this week.

She mentioned that the #1 thing men seek in a wife is one who shows respect to him. And related, the man wants her to show appreciation for him too. i did a google search and found a LOT of support for what she wrote. It may inspire me to write more about respect another day. But for now…. It reminded me today that i need to be more respectful.

i need to adopt and accept my new normal. And that new normal is more respectful, appreciative, and responsive to David! i mean, he is my #1! If it weren’t for him, i wouldn’t have a son at all to be happy or sad about!

In this new normal, i was spanked this Friday morning. Okay, so that’s the old normal too, but it was good to have a reminder that i need to: 1) respect for the way we do things is still the right way, 2) respect for David as the man of my life, and 3) my Son is in his place living his best life.

And that spanking is my grounder. i am spanked because i need it. i am a better woman, wife, and mother after i show respect by saying Sir, loving my husband, and ….

Getting naked in my living room every night now too. Yep, that’s part of my new normal too!

There’s good AND bad when things change. But accepting and even embracing the new normal is the way forward. In the nude. In my living room, with David staring at my boobs, touching my clit, and denying me the orgasm i seek.

i love it! My new and old normal!

Hugs,

Marie

254 – Submission choosing me… (to pick the margaritas)

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i have said that “i didn’t choose submission, that submission chose me.” In this post, i intend to expand on that entire thought….

When i think back to my younger days, and even all the way back to my childhood, i would say that while i didn’t recognize it as such at the time, i have always had a submissive personality. i even contemplated the nature vs nurture thing here, and i honestly don’t know which it is.

What i know is, i have always been and always will be a submissive.

In trying to organize my thoughts on how to expand on this, i did a search of “personality traits of a submissive.” i then read through quite a few of the articles, and many of the sites portrayed being submissive as a negative thing. Many made it seem as if all submissives are in abusive relationships and need to be saved. One even said to seek therapy and “aggressive counseling.” i laughed at that one! If you couldn’t guess already, i am NOT abused, NOT in need of save for or therapy. Okay, maybe the therapy, but still. Lol!

While i can see that it could and probably does happen in some relationships (that a submissive is taken advantage of and/or is abused), this isn’t how it has to be or always is. And i would think the opposite is true too, that a dominant person could be taken advantage of and/or abused. i guess i would say that it just shouldn’t be assumed that submissive = abused. i know that’s not true for me for sure!

That said, i did find several articles that listed a lot of traits that i’d say pretty well define me, and i compiled my own listing in the process. Here’s my list along with some dialogue too!

Now to expand on those things above, as it relates to me personally

PEOPLE PLEASER (or “conflict avoidance”)

One character trait that shows up on every personality test i have ever taken is that i am a people pleaser. i like to see people happy and to the extent that i can make that happen, i do.

The old adage that says, “you can’t make all the people happy all the time,” is absolutely true, but it always causes me anxiety too. While i recognize and freely state that it’s absolutely true, when i am put into the position of being the one to decide who will be made happy and who is to be made UNhappy, i am suddenly also unhappy. i want to please ALL the people, and somehow knowing whatever i decide is assuredly going to cause someone unhappiness at my doing, seems wrong. i mean, i literally caused the negative situation by making a decision to chose someone else’s happiness and not theirs. It’s upsetting for me every time!

Now before you go saying, “yeah but…” i get how ludicrous what i just said really is. But it’s how i feel in that moment. i can’t necessarily apply logic and understanding to know it was not my fault, they will get over it, someone had to lose, made the best decision possible, etc. until later. But even then, while acknowledging it couldn’t be helped, i still feel bad about it too.

Now think of the flip side here in that at least one or more of the people are happy when i make a decision to serve or please them. That brings joy and happiness to them, AND in the process to me too! When there is more than one to serve/make happy, it’s then that i experience a quandary of what to do or say or how to act or who to please (or disappoint)!

i have been trying to serve others in my daily world my whole life. In a lot of ways, it could be said that i have always been submissive in the sense that my joy comes when other people have joy. i am a service submissive in that sense. Although i never recognized it as being a submissive at all at the time either, i know it now!

Without a doubt, this has defined a lot of my younger years. As i have grown older, i have learned to exercise more discernment about who i serve or try to please. That’s where i am able to rationalize the “it’s ok” part of “not everyone is happy all the time,” by recognizing that ALL the people’s happiness is not my responsibility and i have not failed them in the process.

i am now able to be much more intentional about who i want to (try to) serve snd make happy. Specifically, i now try to really only please my Sir, but to some degree you could also say my entire family, my co-workers/clients, and friends are still apart of that too.

As David is now my Sir and the only one i really ultimately serve, when i become overwhelmed from the others still in my life too, David reels me back in.

It may not make sense what i am saying because i am still (even as an adult) talking about serving multiple people simultaneously. So let me give you an example…..

It’s Friday afternoon and a few people from work want to go to a happy hour with heavy appetizers, drinks, and hours of fun. Most likely this will cause me to not be hungry for dinner that David is already in the process of cooking. i want to please the co-workers, but also David. While i could just say no to co-workers and head home, i also know if i always say no they will stop asking at some point and then i don’t exactly have friends at work anymore then too. Of course, i ultimately only need to please David!

What i do now is tell my co-workers, “Let me check with David and see if it’s ok.” Now i literally mean what it sounds like where i ask permission to go, but they don’t interpret it that way at all. They just think i am checking in or confirming a clear schedule, but what they think or interpret isn’t my concern (anymore).

Frequently David will say yes that i can go, but sometimes it’s a no too. And when it’s a no, i have to face the co-workers and share that news. i have learned that “No is a complete sentence.” And i just have to say, “David say no, so i have to pass on tonight. Thanks anyway. Invite me next time though too.”

Because David knows how i take all of everyone’s happiness (or unhappiness) on myself and how i have a propensity to want to please everyone, he brings me back. He makes me focus on what’s important. He makes sure i focus on him. Sometimes he delivers a maintenance spanking to ground me too (and it works every time)!

RESERVED AND QUIET (or “Tendency toward shyness”)

This too has been part of “me” since i was little. People who really know me think i am anything but reserved and quiet, but that’s because they forgot how i was when they didn’t know me so well.

i absolutely hate meeting new people, making small talk, and having to talk about ME! i would (almost) rather be invisible than to have to be the focus or center of a conversation.

On the same note, i love to people watch. i find enjoyment in watching and listening to others. i would say i “catalog” a lot about a person in just observing them… the obvious about how they dress and carry themselves, but also more about their personality when you listen to them talk.

So even when David says yes to happy hour, i don’t tend to actually talk much. And when i do, i tend to be focused on group dynamics, ensuring everyone is happy, and no one is left out. i will always try to situate myself in the middle of the group table so i can make sure everyone to both the left and right sides are included and part of the discussions. But when all is well and all are talking, i just listen. I just catalog all that i you hear and let the happy hour play out.

RULES FOLLOWER

i have always been a rules follower. At times, it used to drive my mother insane. i have always felt that “the rule is there for a reason.” And even if i don’t understand the rule or know the reason, if it’s there for a reason, i should follow it.

i made straight A’s in school. The A’s were easy because the rules were set and to follow. i knew when the homework or project or test would happen and i planned my schedule and was ready. i never once had to go to detention or the principal’s office. i drank alcohol exactly one time before i was of age to do so legally. i have never stolen anything. i have never tried illegal drugs. i have rarely ran a red light, and when i did, i almost always have had a good reason for it.

As an adult, i don’t cook well because there aren’t enough rules. (What is a “pinch” or “an amount to taste” even mean?). My career choice is chopped FULL of rules, and i find it easy to do while many do not. (i won’t tell you what i do, but so many have said to me, “I don’t know how you do what you do!” But the fact is, once you learn “the rules” it’s easy.)

So when David sets rules, like “leave Happy hour and be home by 6,” i know exactly what i must do. And i do it. [Of course, i don’t always do what I am told, which is what leads to discipline. But even then, i know what to do and i mostly do what i am supposed to. And when I don’t do it, i know the consequences too!]

AGREEABLE (or “Aren’t assertive”)

i am not always agreeable, but i suppose iam not always any of these characteristics. i am only just mostly all of these things most of the time, which is true here too.

When my co-workers say, “let’s go to the Tex-Mex place” for the happy hour, despite the fact that’s the exact same place i went to lunch that very day, i agree. In the scheme of things, i figure this decision or choice just doesn’t matter. And it’s not like i don’t like Mexican food and drinks (frozen margaritas are the best!), so it’s just easy to have someone else to decide and for me to just agree.

When things just don’t matter, why disagree? It’s not like i am NOT able to assert myself, it’s just that i do it selectively. i try to ask myself, “Does this decision matter?” And most of the time, the answer is, “no, it really doesn’t.” So why disagree if the decision doesn’t even matter? It’s just easy to agree then!

Most of the time, i am actually happy to agree as i am grateful that someone made a decision. It irks me to no end when people say, “I don’t know, what do you think?” And the answer is, “I don’t know either.” And then we stand and stare at one another. Someone make a damn decision already! Sooooooo when someone does, i am (almost always) happy and agreeable!

YIELDING (TO THE WILL OF ANOTHER)

i think “Y-I-E-L-D-I-N-G” is an interesting word. It means not rigid, pliable, and giving way. That is the very definition of a submissive person and who i am!

i am unsure there’s anything more to say here. I love this word and character trait. i would say i told the story will all the previous words and traits above.

CONCLUSION

All that was build up to say, i have always been a submissive person. i can lead, but i prefer to follow. In fact, i have to lead frequently, it i don’t especially like it. If i see that someone else steps up and takes charge, i let them. Because i am agreeable, yielding, and submissive!

Whether nature or nurture, i don’t know. What i do know is: submission chose me long ago. (i also know Happy Hour at a Tex-Mex place, drinking frozen margaritas and eating chips and queso is easy to agree to, make people happy, and yield to the will of others. If you are in Texas and want to prove me right … let me know and i’ll be there!)

Hugs,

Marie

251 – Permission granted. But only to drink.

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i have to ask permission to drink.

Why? Because i get incredibly horny when i drink.

i lose all inhibitions and go after what i want. i become determined to get it too. It’s the only time i truly become aggressive. Not really in a bad way, but rather a determined way. i know what i want, i know how to get it, and i go get it!

And that doesn’t always sit so well with David. Sometimes it does please him, as he gets his cock ridden like the slut i am! But sometimes… he’s just not feeling it! So… i have to ask to drink..because why start something he may not want to finish (or deal with me being pushy about it).

Tonight, i asked to drink some red wine. It’s our favorite. David has collected bottles for a few years now, and we have a LOT of wine in our house.

After getting permission, i opened a bottle. i drank almost half of it, which was MORE than enough! i needed his cock inside me!

i sat on one couch, with my Sir on the next. He was almost laying on the couch. i saw myself stripping my clothes off. Seductively but quickly.

i walked over to him, pulled his cock out of his shorts, and sucked him hard. He continued to watch tv and allowed me to sexually turn him on. That’s when i turned myself perpendicular to him, stood on the floor and leaned backwards, like sitting in a chair. i lowered myself down to sit down on his cock. His focus on the tv never waivers. The entire time, while i impaled myself on his cock, he just kept watching tv. He felt SO damn good inside my wet cunt!

And that’s when i felt his hand move up and grab and squeeze my boob tight and hard. It was enough to encourage me to keep going!

i used my thigh muscles to pull myself up and then just drop straight down again right onto his cock. It went deep inside me. As deep as he could possibly be, so that i felt every centimeter filling me up whole! i started to move up slowly, and the down was fast and hard! i wanted to feel his cock deep . i wanted to have him fill me up. And i wanted it to hurt! There was no way it could hurt enough to offset the exquisites pleasure i was simultaneously feeling!

The only thing i now needed….. and what i really wanted was to cum …. all over that cock of my Sir. i wanted it slick with my juice. Although i really didn’t care if he orgasmed, as this was about me getting myself off with his cock instead of a stupid dildo. He was going to feel it too obviously, which made it even better yet, but this was about me. And i knew it too!

i was really just fucking myself using his cock to get there. i went faster up and harder down, with every thrust of my hips. i went as fast as i could! It made my boobs flip up and down in the process. They were flipping so much, it hurt my tits too. i didn’t care! A little bit more pain is good for me! i need to feel the pain to get the pleasure to be just that much bigger too.

i didn’t dare look at him as his eyes alone may tell me he isn’t happy i just took it upon myself to fuck him. Or am i fucking myself? i don’t even know anymore. But does it even matter? As long as he is enjoying it enough that he doesn’t stop me. i have to go faster. It may end soon, but I have to get to that O!

i am grinding hard on him now. Nothing can stop me. i am so fucking close to a huge orgasm. i know what i want and i know how to get it! A few… more… thrusts and i am there! i am exactly where i want to be….. a slut fucking her Sir’s cock and enjoying it to the fullest.

Screech…… stop.

And that’s when i have to tell you …. This is ALL a figment of my imagination, all except for the wine that it. i was drinking and i was horny as hell, and i wanted his cock in my pussy.

But i KNOW better than to assume i can go over and take what i want. That’s quite literally NEVER going to happen! If i tried to fuck my Sir like that, even “if” he would like it and even”if” i got his cock hard and even “if” i did all the work, he wouldn’t allow it to happen! If for no other reason, he would have to prove that he is in charge and he’d have to put me back in my place so he would slap my ass and make me stop right then and there. i doubt I would even get his cock hard, let alone impaling my needy cunt!

i am submissive and he is Dominant. i don’t get to take what i want. Ever. Especially when it has to do with his cock and my orgasm! That’s fucking absurd!

Fuck. i want to be fucked! i want to do all the work and he just has to sit back and allow it to happen! But… i know he won’t allow it, so i won’t feel it. And i won’t attempt it. i have zero desire to be punished, only rewarded!

After i wrote all this, David & i started to head to bed. As we were standing in the bathroom, fully clothed and i started to brush my teeth he said, “the answer is no!”

i found it amusing as i hadn’t said a word but with that, i said, “i didn’t know you knew there was a question Sir.”

He said, “of course I knew.” Neither of us actually verbalized the question but both of us knew…. The question was, “can i cum please Sir?” i mean, i wassss drinking after all!

After brushing my teeth, i decided to sleep naked. Sometimes i do that, but most of the time i don’t. He laughed and said, “you think you can do that with control? I did just say NO.”

And with that, i decided to tell him about what i thought about and wrote to you above. i didn’t tell him my assumption of how it would have really gone… with him stopping me and possibly whipping my ass even. i just told him about the sexy parts! And about me jumping on top of him. And he scoffed and said, “yeah, right. I wouldn’t have allowed that.” i guess i was right! Do i know my Sir or what?

i halfway wondered what it would take for him to order me in the belt. He didn’t order it though. Not sure if that’s good or bad. Like i said before, it’s a life vest… but it’s also a security blanket.

With that, he turned off the light and said goodnight. He left me hanging. Wet and horny and nowhere to go! Maybe tomorrow.

Hugs,

Marie

240 – Being apart; Vacation time

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i can’t remember the last time that David & i were away from one another as long as we recently were. It may have been next to never that we’ve been apart for nearly 2-full-consecutive weeks!

Our son and i went on a school-sponsored group trip to the UK, where some of his fav friends & fav teachers were on the trip with us too. We only just got back yesterday from being away 12-days. David did his own thing for the duration.

It was a great trip where we constantly on the go, where we went and saw so very much. When i say on the go CONSTANTLY, i mean we got in bed at midnight, out the door at 7a, and logged between 6-10 miles (20,000+ steps) daily.

i barely had time to even greet David with a text, let alone a phone call or a proper conversation. While i knew he was ok with it and understood, what would that mean for our D/s (only recently headed back onto the correct tracks!) relationship? Only time would tell!

Upon arriving home, i was so apprehensive but hopeful!

i was so pleasantly surprised to see he slid right into his Dominant role, and i into my sub role, without much issue or difficulty at all. After such a long lay off for the first MANY months earlier this year, i was praying this separation would be good and not bad. i prayed we would pick up where we left off, not revert back to where we had been.

When i got home, little things were said to me that let me know that i am his submissive wife and he is my Dominant husband. All quite good and pleasing to my ears.

One of the biggest examples, which shocked me really and was not so good, was he told me not to shave off the pubic hair that had grown in while on my vacation. i actually thought he was joking, since of course, i have been hairless for years now. In fact, (small squirrel trail here…), i used to wax it off. But several years ago, after having a discussion where i asked him, “would you rather have me waxed bald and super clean every few weeks for about a week, or, have it shaved off daily but possibly miss some, but mostly clean daily?” …he chose daily shaving so i have shaved daily ever since.

Now add to those thoughts that before i left, i said that i wasn’t planning to shave while on vacation and his response was, “That’s fine, so long as I never see it,” implying that as soon as I’m back home and in his presence it was shaved off.

So with my assumption that he was indeed joking when he said the words to leave the hair, with my first shower at home, all hair was shaved off clean. And i was wrong. You know where you get when you assume…. Yeah, well, it made a disobedient not-so-submissive wife of me!

He said, “Seriously? You already are aiming to be spanked and you haven’t even been home a full 24-hours yet?”

i obviously backpedaled to explain why i was sure he was joking and i just got a smirk and a “hmm” response. i did manage to escape punishment, which may or may not have been a good thing, but it was but a few short hours home and i was (pleasantly) reminded who is in charge too! And i had zero desire to start back home with discipline too!

[Another squirrel trail…. now though i am unclear what to do about the hair…. Do i let it grow back in? If i do that, i would be back to where he apparently wanted me to be, but is that now “too late!” Do i shave as always? That would be continuing to ignore the directive and continuing the assumptions that shaving is the right answer, which were clearly incorrect! Do i ask for clarification? But would that just be bugging and obnoxious of me, provoking annoyance on his part toward me, causing more trouble?! i am in a predicament now….. to which today i will need an answer before the shower comes! Not clear yet which way i will lean!]

Routine and pattern are so critically important for me. Really, i think for him too, but that’s not exactly my place to speculate i suppose. The knowledge of what it is i am to do, how to act, what to say (or not), etc comes so easy when i know. And with my natural tendency is to be submissive (and his natural one to Dominate too!), being in a D/s relationship with consistency is necessary to have harmony! But when we take lay offs, it is (usually) a challenge to get it back. i was SO happy that it seems this time will NOT be a challenge!

So you can imagine how pleasing it was to hear when Sir said today we are going to resume Maintenance Spankings. That’s such a weird thing to be pleased about…. Being spanked. You’d think it would be less pleasing and not more. But again, routine and familiarity is so soothingly comforting for me, i welcome it!

While being spanked – for discipline or maintenance- truly does sting my ass in a huge way for sure, overall it gets me in the right submissive mindset. i would say being a submissive is more about the mental mind aspect than it is about the physical ass-spanked aspect. Of course, the spanked ass works in concert to get my mental mind in the right place, so the spanking serves its purpose and reaches my ultimate goal…. To be the best submissive wife i can be!

i have spoken several times about maintenance, but it’s worth saying here and now that “practice makes perfect.” That’s true for David and his confidence in being in control as well as perfecting his technique, but also for me in my acceptance of it. To be naked is to be exposed. To be spanked is to be humbled. To accept it with grace is to be submissive!

But it hurts….. my ass burns afterward. Frequently it feels on the raw-side. It stings and is hit to the touch for a good long time. Suffice it to say i do not enjoy the spanking or the pain that results, but i accept it.

And practice makes perfect. And routine is good. i feel utterly relieved now that our D/s with DD (domestic discipline) relationship appears to be alive and well.

i am grateful we are able to come home after being apart such an extended time, and that all is the way it should be! ❤️

Hugs,

Marie