Today is Friday. i haven’t had a maintenance spanking in a longgggg time. It was middle of September the last time i was spanked for maintenance purposes.
While it’s been awhile since i wrote about the Types of Spankings, when i re-read it tonight, i would say it’s all still true.
Maintenance Spankings work. They hurt. They are intended to. They are preemptive in curbing bad attitudes/activities before they get so bad it has to be punishment. They are also reminders of what could be worse if i keep on doing bad things. (i also think maintenance does David good too. He wields his hand and exerts his authority. He’s reminded how to be Dominate every time too.)
Today’s maintenance was needed. Much needed. Probably a good two weeks or more overdue!
i was reluctant to tell David (or even suggest) that he needed to spank me. Because i try hard to NOT tell him how or when to do his job. i know i have tendencies to Top From The Bottom. i have tried VERY hard to stop.
But it puts me in a quandary of not being able to get what i need without asking too. Of course, the key word in that last sentence is ASKING, as compared to TELLING. If i ASK, i shall receive. But it’s wrong to TELL or demand or command. Admittedly, i have not mastered the skill of “just” asking…. Yet. But i am working on it too!
When i don’t get spanked, i get antsy, cranky, and generally stressed out. i know that sounds dumb. But it’s so true. My anxiety goes way up as i am left to my own devices. When i am spanked, i am brought down a notch, reminded to be submissive, and the endorphins are released bringing about stress-relief.
My biggest wish is that David would see how good it is for me and be CONSISTENT to do it when it’s needed. Or on a routine schedule. Or both.
Well… usually… when he is consistent…. It’s done on Friday’s. We decided that ages ago. It sets the right tone for the weekend and gets things started “right.” But as mentioned, we haven’t done it in a long time. But today, we did.
As i was in the shower, i was debating, “do i ask to be spanked or not?!” And i thought, “i am just going to tell him how much i need it.” And then i thought, “that’s the wrong way to do this. Go ask him to do it.” And then i continued my mental battle by saying, “but if he says NO, it’s going to be a full-on meltdown for me.”
So, i had no clear path forward but got out of the shower anyway. Right about that moment, David came into the bathroom and greeted me. He leaned in and gave me a kiss too. Then he straightened up and said, “I need to do maintenance. Go Assume The Position.”
Ok. That settled that!
So i didn’t say a word and just did as told.
He used the riding crop. It started out smooth and tame and even easy. Then it became more intense with swift strikes to my ass.
As i started to feel the heat rise in my butt, i was squirming around a lot. David is always standing as i am on the bed, so he was in a prime position to use a single hand to press down on my lower back causing me to be pinned between the bed and him. i was no longer able to move.
He struck my bottom over and over.
i could tell it was doing it’s job and calming my thoughts. i was focused on nothing but holding still, enduring what i knew i craved and ultimately needed, and taking it with grace and submissive acceptance.
Eventually i was to my breaking point and was begging him to stop. Begging never works. i do have safe words. When i call “yellow” it is to signal to David that i need him to give me a break, or to slow down, or otherwise consider stopping. Ironically, i can’t seem to find the right words to ask to be spanked, but a single word is all i have to utter to give David a proper and kind request to slow down. But he still has all authority to continue or to stop, until i say the word “red.” So he retains control the whole time. Wish i had a single word to start in the same way i have a word to stop!
When i couldn’t take anymore, i uttered “yellow Sir!” And he decided to stop entirely. i suspect if this was a full-on punishment, he’d not have stopped at all. But i was grateful that today he did stop.
i was still in position when he spoke a question that we both knew was rhetorical. He asked, “are you wet?!” And his fingers found their mark. My body always betrays me by releasing my juices every time i am spanked. i don’t feel turned on or sexually aroused by the spanking, yet, my puss always tells another story. He knew he’d find a dripping wet pussy as he touched it.
He left his one hand on the small of my back as his other hand’s fingers primed my holes. i felt a finger enter my front and another invade my back hole simultaneously. And then he began to hold me in place as his fingers started to stroke my sex. It took just a minute or so before i begged my Sir if i could orgasm, and after he said yes, i let all my juices flow freely.
After i recovered and came to my senses fully, i thanked my Sir properly.
He could tell my mind was then “thinking” and he asked me to share my thoughts.
i asked if we were good now. He said, “I think we are.”
When i asked him why he has not spanked me for the previous weeks, where i was “all but daring” him to do so, he said, “because I wanted to see what you’d do.”
i said, “act poorly.”
He said, “I know. That’s why we had a maintenance where you called yellow. I was determined to go a long time today. And if this doesn’t work, we will repeat until you call red.”
i think we are good.
i knew we would be. i just wanted it to be awhile ago already.
(i’ll write about the new belt and what i think of it very soon.. as i am sitting locked in place now.)
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!
Does he KNOW I haven’t orgasmed in more than a week now?
He should since it’s his dumb rule that I can’t masturbate and he hasn’t paid me any attention at all lately. But does he even realize how much he’s NOT paid any attention to me lately?
He’s ignored me for days. Oh I guess not fully or entirely, but in every way that seems to matter! I doubt Sir even cares if I break the rules or if I keep them!
Hell, this is stupid. I don’t need to follow rules that even he doesn’t seem to care to enforce. Fuck it, I’m doing this!
That’s when I got out of the shower, dried off, grabbed my favorite dildo and climbed on the bed.
I pressed the tip of the dildo to my pussy with one hand, while I used my other hand to spread those lips wide open to accept the big fake cock. I pressed it inward.
Oh wow, this feels good! It’s been so long since I’ve done this now.
I pressed it further inside, until it was fully seated deeply inside MY pussy! I deserve this self satisfaction. I’ve been a good girl and done everything right, and if Sir is so damn busy or uncaring to even notice me or MY pussy, then I’ll notice myself!
And I hit the power button.
Oh yes!
That old familiar and most wonderful feeling is so divine! This is so deserved and so completely overdue too. This is MY right to satisfy MY needy pussy!
I pulled the vibrator out and pressed it back in again. I began to move faster. And faster. This was such a nice feeling that I’ve so very much missed. The positive feelings beginning to stir deep within me are most exquisite.
I pressed the button on the vibrator to turn up the speed. And with that speed, my hand started to move faster yet too. This all had an immediate feeling of “oh wow” spread throughout my mind and body.
I went faster.
I let the tip come all the way out, just to be slammed very deeply back inside my needy hole. I heard the voice in my head say, “you are a needy bitch who deserves to feel this heat. That’s right, feel it rise. Bring it out. You need to orgasm big for me!”
It was enough to start making me seriously desire MY orgasm. As I moved the dildo in and out, I felt that orgasm rising. I could tell the big O wasn’t far off. Keep going. Don’t stop!Don’t you fucking stop you needy cunt!
If Sir loved me at all, he’d be here doing this for me and making me beg for orgasm while loving it when it finally comes.
Oh I’m so close. Go faster!
And I did. My hand automatically moved faster and faster.
Fuck this is so good. I am so close! I want to see your pussy clinch tightly around this cock and release that orgasm.
While my right hand controlled the dildo, my left hand made its way to the top of my mound. And then my fingers moved even further south to massage my clit.
It didn’t take long,,,,,
Of fuck yah! Here it comes….. please let me come NOW!
And it erupted!
Oh hell yah! This is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
I pulled the cock from my pussy, pulled my legs together, and let myself feel the wave of the orgasm wash fully over me. I felt every muscle in my body relax into it as another wave started to roll over me.
<<CLAP CLAP CLAP>>
I was immediately startled. I opened my eyes and looked up to see my Sir standing there, leaning against the bedroom door frame, and clapping.
He said, “what a nice performance! Feel good baby girl?”
Ahhhh shit! He’s here. He’s seen what I’ve done WITHOUT PERMISSION too!
“Uhm, yes Sir.”
“Hope you enjoyed it, because that nice warm feeling you have now is not likely to last long.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by his words, but I surmised it wasn’t going to be a good result. I pulled myself up to a sitting position. I moved to cover myself and the scene of this crime. I stuttered to ask, “how long have you been standing there Sir?”
“Long enough,” was the response I got back. He also said, “Stop covering yourself, lay back down. But first turn sideways on the bed. Open your legs.”
I did as I was told but I was skeptical about where this was going. It sounded like this may be good, but I didn’t honestly think it was going to be.
As I opened my legs back to expose myself to my Sir, he moved closer to the bedside. I was laying perpendicular now, so my puss was open and close to his side. His hand came up and covered my pussy. He started rubbing on my mound. I felt his fingers moving toward my open hole.
He said, “I guess this pussy needed to orgasm?”
“Yes Sir.”
He asked, “So why didn’t you ask permission?”
“Because I felt ignored Sir.”
I felt at least two fingers penetrate my hole. I gasped. He said, “so you felt ignored and decided to take things into your own hands, literally? Instead of just talking to me?”
“I guess so Sir.”
He stuck more fingers inside me, and they started fucking my pussy. Oh wow, he’s going to let me get back to that orgasm high! I’m not getting my ass spanked and I don’t know why. But don’t question a good thing! Hell yah, I’ll take this!
“You guess?”
“Yes Sir.”
Then he asked the first real question, “Do you think that was a good girl thing to do?”
“Probably not Sir.”
His fingers were filing my hole entirely and stretching it out so smoothly too. He continued to fuck my hole. He was bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. He said, “Do you think you deserve to orgasm now?”
With my pussy full and getting so wet, I was finding it hard to focus on his words or to respond. I managed to get out the words, “I doubt it Sir.”
That’s when his fingers stopped.
I felt them leave my hole where I was now so completely empty. In an instant, I felt completely separated from my Sir. I wanted more! But I didn’t dare ask for more. I knew it wasn’t likely I’d get it.
While it looked like it was happening in slow motion and my eyes followed it all, where his hand lifted away from my body and came instantly SLAPPING straight down on my pussy.
Because of the open position I was in, as his hand fingers connected with my mound, his fingers moved from the top, through my slit, and all the way to my bottom in the bed. This all happened in one smooth motion that stung. So very badly too!
It hurt so bad. It was supposed to too. I cringed and instinctively pulled my legs up and together. And rolled to my side in a baby’s curled up position.
I heard his words now, “MY pussy needs to be punished now. You know it as well as I do. Now take your punishment like you know you should. Get back into that position and open up.”
He’s going to spank my pussy now for being bad.
“This pussy has been too needy and needs to be punished. You’ll take 10 hard spanking slaps straight on MY beautiful pussy. You KNOW it’s mine, right?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You do? You know it’s MINE??? Yet, you played with MY toy without MY permission! So now open up and get ready to count!”
I closed my eyes and opened my legs. And waited. And anticipated. I knew I deserved this. I just didn’t want it!
SLAP!
“One Sir.”
SLAP!
“Two Sir.” Fuck this hurt. I don’t like this!
SLAP!
“Three Siiirrr.” I pulled my legs up and rolled onto my side again, it brought tears to my eyes. This hurts!
“Go ahead and get back in position. You are doing good, but not there yet. You were so anxious to have MY Pussy touched… well…. It’s getting touched in a way that it deserves now, isn’t it?”
I opened my legs and held my breath.
SLAP!
“Fourrrr Ssssir.” And I moved to my side again. I couldn’t help it.
That’s when he said, “it seems I’m going to have to hold your legs open, and keep you in position. Aren’t I?”
“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir. Please stop. I can’t take this Sir.”
“Yes you can and you will. Open your legs now and be a good girl. I love it when your legs are open for me, my good slut girl. Unfortunately you got greedy and now need to know the consequences.”
I did as I was told. He said, “oh that’s my good submissive wife. You wanted to have attention, this is what you are getting now.”
He grabbed up the bed strap that he has used to tie me down before, but it’s always been in a sexy way, not like this for punishment. He attached the strap to my left leg. Then he went around the bed and grabbed up the other strap and pulled my legs open further to strap my right leg in place too.
Now there was NO pulling my legs together now. They were strapped down and in the most open and vulnerable position possible.
He then said, “and for good measure, put your arms out too!”
I laid my arms out to each side of the bed where he strapped those down too. I was spread Eagle and strapped down. Sir had never used the bed straps for anything but good. Until now. That reality hit hard. I was embarrassed by my selfish actions.
I wish I hadn’t been so selfish. I could’ve played with myself if all I’d done was ask! He rarely says no. Better yet, I shouldn’t talked to him about how I was feeling. I shouldn’t have gotten mad and acted out with bad behavior breaking known rules.
“Look at how wet this pussy is! I think it likes this kind of attention. Think you can orgasm this way?” is what Sir said next.
Now he’s trying to humiliate me in the process of disciplining me. It’s working.
“No Sir. It hurts. My body betrays me in that way. All I feel is the sting to my pussy and the regret in my mind.”
Sir’s face and mouth moved into a look as he said, “Too bad then this was necessary and that THiS is where we both find ourselves. You know I’d much prefer to love on MY pussy rather than to slap it back down into submission. Correct?”
I started to cry from the remorse. This reality, that this discipline was needed, has saddened me. I know better. I’m better than this.
Sir started speaking again, “now that I have you restrained you shouldn’t be going anywhere now. So I suggest you get ready. Now that I know it’s safe to spank your pussy hard and fast. I’m going to deliver the next six pretty quickly. You can cry, sob, or scream. I don’t care. But this pussy is going to learn it’s lesson now and you’ll take this discipline the way you should. Correct?”
He always gets me to respond to ensure I really do submit to the discipline and accept it thoroughly. But I do. I always have, and I always will.
“Yes Sir. I accept this punishment freely.”
That’s when the next slaps just rained down on my sex. I felt six fast, furious, and all very intentional slaps all in a row. I was sobbing loudly by the time my Sir was done.
He finished by saying, “All done now Baby Girl. What do you need to say?”
Through the tears I managed to say, “Thank you Sir. I’m sorry I needed to be reminded that this pussy wasn’t mine to play with, at least not without permission.”
He then leaned in and kissed me saying, “please don’t disappoint and disrespect me with this type of bad behavior again.”
With his face so close to mine, he wiped my tears away and I said, “I’m sorry Sir.”
He smiled and said, “all is forgiven my wife.”
He then continued, “unfortunately I don’t believe I can trust you now with MY pussy. It will be locked up now in your chastity belt. I’m going to lock it myself as you are laying here.”
And he went to get it. He made me lift my butt from the bed and he slid it under me. Then he pulled the strap up through my legs, and the other two around my waist. Then the lock went on and snapped shut.
He dangled the key in front of me and said, “Locked. Until I decide otherwise. You’ll have to earn back the trust to be unlocked.”
And with that he asked, “is my pussy comfortable?”
The humiliation continues.
“Yes Sir” was all I could honestly say because physically I was comfortable, but the same couldn’t be said for my mental state. I was disappointed that this is where I find myself.
Then Sir said, “before I let you be unstrapped from the bed, while I would have liked to have used MY pussy today, I can’t. I will instead use your mouth. Open up so I can fuck your mouth until I orgasm!”
He was standing on the floor with me on my back on the bed. He moved around to my head and he pulled me to the edge of the bed.
My head fell off the side where I dutifully opened my mouth and let my Sir’s cock penetrate my mouth. He started slowly and went deep. Then as he held his cock still inside my mouth, he reached down and slapped at my cheeks while he said, “here I go babe. I’m ready to fuck your pretty mouth nonstop until I orgasm!”
He deep throated my mouth and fucked me until my eyes watered and I almost gagged. I praying he would finish quick, only because I was fearful of inadvertently clamping down on his precious cock!
He went deep, hard, and fast. He didn’t make love to me, he fucked me. He fucked my mouth with one intent in mind: to orgasm. His and his alone.
I felt his cock stiffen, and I heard him start grunting and saying, “here it comes. I’m about to unload. Get ready to take my cum!”
That’s when I felt the hot liquid squirt down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but it came fast so it made me choke. He knew it and he pulled out of my mouth. He grabbed up his cock and stroked it to get the last of his orgasm to pour out all over my chest and tits.
After he had finished himself off with cum all over me, he was finally exhausted and pulled away.
He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, and redressed. Then he undid my bed straps setting me free, saying, “don’t clean yourself. I like what I see and I want this to be a reminder of how bad my pussy has been today.”
He continued, “oh and don’t even ask to be let out of the belt. I intend to keep you locked for at least a week, as I’m out of town starting tomorrow for several days. I know you can be a good girl, even if it’s forced upon you babe!”
As I sat up I thanked my Sir and told him I was sorry once more. I also said I was glad to be disciplined and grateful to be married to him… a man who really DOES care about me more than I sometimes know!
He hugged and kissed me and told me “next time I hope to use MY pussy to both of our benefits!”
