Thursday, April 10, 2014

Solo Sex

This might very well be the briefest and strangest post I've ever put up on this blog.

With my sissy wife tammy and my lover Jay both gone for the week, cuckolding is difficult.  When you wake up at 4 AM in the morning with an "itch" what are you supposed to do?

There's no Trophy Cock lying by your side to make use of, nor is there a pussy worshiper extraordinaire in the next room ready to be summoned.

The solution was just a foot or two away in the nightstand.  The Hitachi, coupled with some of my kinkier fantasies made for minimally acceptable sexual satisfaction.

You already know about my fondness for my Hitachi.  I'll fill you in on my kinkier fantasies some other time. 

Got to go to work.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Blog Maintenance, Baseball and Fluffing

Thanks to those of you who let me know that my blog had become "infected" with some sort of creepy malware or other cyber-related virus.  Fortunately, with the help of one of my high tech super-sleuths I was able to identify the culprit and take care of things. 

Even though this is a sex blog (although I think sometimes it's becoming less and less of that) I don't think readers should have to wear a condom or take other safe-sex precautions to read it!  So, my apologies for the brief period where you were inconvenienced.  

The three of us (me, my lover and my sissy) got a chance to take in the Red Sox home opener on Friday afternoon.  It was quite an event.  I suppose after not winning a World Series for nearly 100 years, then winning three of the last ten, it does give you the right to go all out with a big ceremony the following year.  And nobody does that better than the marketing gurus on Yawkey Way.

There was a certain solemnity to the opening day festivities because of last year's tragedy at the Boston Marathon.  For that reason, fans were asked to be in their seats one hour before the start of the game.  I was read the riot act the night before by Jay, telling me to make sure I left the office soon enough so I could comply with the front office's request.  I told him I'd do my best.  I don't know why he was so nervous about it.  Maybe he was afraid I'd come stumbling down the aisle during a moment of silence spilling a few $15 beers on some unsuspecting patrons.  You'll be glad to know that I made it with two minutes to spare and a $6 bottle of water.

Getting home was even more "fun" than getting to the park.  We each had to go back to where our cars were parked (I had to take the "T" to the game since by the time I got there, parking would have been near impossible) and the three of us weren't reunited at home until 2 hours and 35 minutes after the game.

Two hours and forty minutes after the game, my cuckold was already into her fluffing duties.  It was late and there was little time to waste.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Not Amused

Having a submissive husband, sissy, wife, partner, etc. is a pretty good gig if you're a dominant.   In addition to the sexual pleasure they provide you, there are so many other benefits to having them around, all of which make your life easier in one way or another.  So overall, it works pretty well.  Just not all the time.

I had a chance to leave the office early yesterday and let tammy know that I'd be stopping by the gym before heading home.  she promised to be home on time, knowing that I'd be expecting a full body worship after my workout.  Our timing was nearly perfect.  she got home minutes before I did, ready to taste my most intimate body parts after a strenuous workout.  she was just awesome.  I even rewarded her with a taste of my precious nectar while we showered together and gave her permission to please herself while she did so.  It was rather amusing to see.

Shortly after, I wasn't so amused.  What set me off had absolutely nothing to do with sex or kink.  Rather, it was her failure to take care of something which she clearly knew was her responsibility.  Every couple shares responsibilities in a household, even if one of the partners is the dominant.  We're no different.  It was her job to get things ready to do our taxes.  

With just two weeks to go before the filing deadline everything should be set and ready to go.  It wasn't.  Not even close.   Naturally, I was quite upset.  Such an incident might result in a full blown argument for most couples.  But I quickly regained my composure and simply told her to go get the wooden spoon.  

The no-nonsense spanking left her with a lasting memory throughout the evening as she worked diligently on the task that should have been completed much earlier.  This morning, I was even impressed with the progress she made.  We're back on track.  

I do think a "reminder spanking" might be in order.  Simply to let her know not to let this happen again.  That spanking might be more amusing.  


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Pedicures by Cuckolds

Dominance and cuckolding aren't always about hot and heavy sex.  Sometimes just indulging myself is life's simple (and non-sexual) pleasures can add a little spice to an otherwise boring Sunday evening.  

Last Sunday the three of us were in the den watching some of the NCAA tournament games later in the evening.  None of us had our eyes exactly glued to the television since we really don't have a dog in what's left of this fight, and were each semi-preoccupied with something else.  I was reading something and so was Jay and sissy was busy on her laptop.  I glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't that late and there was plenty of time to get a pedicure.

I asked tammy if what she was doing was important and if it could wait until she got to work on Monday.  she told me it was and I told her to finish it up and get ready to give me a pedicure.  Jay sat there oblivious to the conversation and didn't notice I was about to get my pedicure until about fifteen minutes later when tammy was on her knees tending to my toes.

"What are you doing?" Jay asked.  A rather stupid question since he knows what a pedicure is and could see what was going on.  You can always tell when someone knows they've asked a stupid question because they don't give you a chance to answer them.  So he continued.  "Why are you getting a pedicure?  We're suppose to get about a foot of snow on Tuesday.  You planning on wearing sandals to school?"  

I figured I'd provide an answer to all of his questions at once.  "Because I feel like it" I told him.   All my answer got was a roll of the eyes.  Sometimes I think he's just jealous at all the attention I get.  

By the time the pedicure was done it was a little late and since everyone had to be up early on Monday, it was a sex-free evening (can't say that about the afternoon though).  We didn't even have sex the next morning as is the practice over at UCTMW.  But hey, they have a much shorter commute to work.

I guess you can classify the little scene on Sunday night as "mild kink", somewhere in the middle of the very vanilla to extremely kinky sexual spectrum.  A Domme can certainly enjoy the talents of her submissive without engaging in typical sexual activity.  A submissive cuckold must certainly get some satisfaction in pleasing his/her Mistress.  I guess in a situation like we had it's the Bull who seems left out.  

“You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.” 

 Abraham Lincoln

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Boring

I just finished a conversation with a very close friend who's also a reader of the blog.  Sex, or more specifically sex and the blog, didn't come up until the end of the conversation.  She commented that I hadn't posted in awhile and asked if I was sick or lost my sex drive.  She was happy to hear that I was feeling fine and my sex drive was as strong as ever.

I also told her that sex last night with Jay and the "aftermath" with tammy were both great.  I also thanked her for her concern.

Maybe I'm suffering from writer's block.  However, it's become more difficult to write about something that's become so routine;  my having sex with my lover and being served afterwards by my sissy cuckold (who by the way is also a love of mine).

Our conversation led to some navel-gazing on my part and I thought about how it's all become so routine.  It hasn't even felt kinky in a very long time.

I suppose that's a good thing.  

March Madness is a little tempered here this year.  Neither mine or Jay's alma mater got a ticket to the big dance.  Both school's coaches are also leaving this year; mine moving on to greener pastures and his getting a pink slip (not the sissy kind either).

In the meantime we'll root for the good guys from Harvard.  Maybe we'll get creative again and come up with a kinky bet as the tournament progresses.  Otherwise, it will be boring business as usual.

Monday, March 17, 2014

i'm such a sissy

Shame on me for not reading my Mistress' blog while i was away last week.  

i would have been better prepared for what was in store for me when i returned home this weekend had i read it.  

i got home late Saturday so Suzanne waited until last night to spring Her new ritual on me, the one She wrote about in Her last post.

i've never been made to stand totally naked in front of anyone for a very long time.  i don't ever recall it ever lasting more than a minute or so before some kind of sexual, kinky, foreplay or intimate activity started to happen.  

Last night, i was told to strip completely and go stand by the side of the bed.  No clothing and no chastity belt.  This morning, i was told to write about what happened.  No post from my Mistress today.  Just me.

i waited for what seemed like a long time while Suzanne got ready for bed in the master bathroom but it was probably only a few minutes.  Suzanne climbed into bed, propped a few pillows behind her, sat back and began to look me up and down and told me to stay still.

Just standing there and not moving while she lay in bed wearing a sexy black nightie with spaghetti straps aroused me.  It was really the first time i experienced what i guess some people call the "Clothed Female Naked Male" (CFNM) fetish.  My nakedness made me feel more submissive and my submissiveness turned me on.  It didn't take long for me to get hard.

Finally Suzanne spoke and said that She wasn't quite sure what She'd like me to wear to bed tonight and asked if i had any suggestions.  i knew my answer wouldn't be acceptable as soon as i spilled it out.  When your Mistress asks you a question that even hints you're expected to answer with some specificity, "Whatever You want me to wear" isn't what they are looking for.

She asked me again, this time with far more authority.  The tone of Her voice got me more aroused.  i stood there naked with an erection and told Her i would like to wear pink babydoll pajamas.

"Pink babdoll pajamas?" She asked with a giggle.  "You're such a sissy."

My obedience, submission, nakedness and Her verbal humiliation of me turned me on so much.  Suzanne knows what pushes my buttons.  The words "You're such a sissy" do it every time.  She says it in a loving yet teasing sort of way and it's always done either with, or followed by some form of light laughter. 

My arousal/agony could have lasted far longer than it did.  Suzanne seemed to enjoy seeing me in such a state but allowed me to touch myself while i knelt at the side of the bed and said "i'm such a sissy."  i had to say it ten times. 

Suzanne knows it doesn't take me long to achieve orgasm and last night was no different.  As soon as i was done saying "im such a sissy" She gave me permission to come and i did.  

A few minutes later i was laying by Her side, in my pink babydolls. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Rituals for Submissives

A reader sent me a link to a blog that discussed a ritual that a kinky couple has had in place for many years.  Here's the part that describes the ritual along with this link to the entire post (the blog is called "whatiwonder").

"My biggest rule or ritual has been in place since well before we were married.   I still don't know how he managed it because there was no part of me that would have considered the thought of submitting; we even  cut the word obey out of our wedding vows.  But i have never been allowed to wear clothes to bed with him, and for some reason, i went along with that all along.

Bedtime is our biggest ritual now, i must stand naked and ask permission to get into bed with him.  I'm not allowed to touch the bed or my body.  He sometimes inspects, sometimes tweaks or pinches, sometimes drills me on things i may have lapsed on, sometimes just makes me wait (our bedroom is damn cold in the winter)....   Often he's very light and even silly,  sometimes he torments me, sometimes he's exhausted and mumbles permission without rolling over, sometimes it's when he has my attention and uses it to make a point."


 With my own "wife" gone for much of the week, the post has me thinking about some of the rituals we once had that have for one reason or another gone by the wayside.  They stopped being rituals primarily due to our busy lives and shame on me, my lack of commitment to keeping them going.  

I found the ritual described above interesting and relatively easy to implement and keep in place.  It seems like a simple and rather humbling act to get naked and ask for permission to get into bed with your Domme (unless her lover is in the bed with her, then a simple change in the ritual could be instituted).  

tammy's nakedness, or near nakedness if she were in chastity, would always give me the final say on what if anything I wanted her to wear to bed.  I much prefer her in something sexy and sissy rather than naked most of the time, but not always.  

I like this idea and plan on putting it into practice as soon as tammy returns. 

If any readers have kinky little rituals of their own, by all means share them.  I don't mind being a copy cat Domme, especially if it's something I enjoy.