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I've been focused on how we play games in the cuckolding lifestyle that also make for good fantasy even if a couple has yet to take the s...
The words echoed in his mind; “...a month”! He just stood there, numb, as a bead of sweat dripped off his forehead. He had just finished cleaning the bathroom after his Wife’s bath when She had called him down. He was excited and tormented. He had sooo been looking forward to his release. He felt he deserved it, dammit. He had done everything She had asked of him and thought of things She hadn’t. He had been the perfect husband. Not once had he even hinted how desperate he was, no matter how many times She had ridden his face, or his strap-on dildo, or just used the wand while he lay next to Her - or at Her feet, or he’d listened to Her moans on the phone in his lunch break. He had taken his discipline with as much grace as he could muster, and agreed he needed it. So he stood there, his now perfectly smooth-shaven body reflecting the evening light shining through the open patio doors; his new plug stretching his sore, bright-red ass to new limits; his tiny new panties pulled down around his ankles; and his poor, aching, locked cock, swelling inside the new, metal cage that had replaced the plastic one they had used from time to time, gently bobbing up and down as waves of dread and excitement washed over him.
He hadn’t really thought that he would be cuckolded by his Wife tonight. She certainly knew it was one of his biggest fantasies, and exploited it mercilessly when teasing him. She had probed and he had gradually admitted just how much the thought turned him on, eventually showing Her his collection of pictures, videos and stories on his blog. They had just agreed to a week of a female-led relationship, surely they would have to build up gradually to anything involving other people, he thought. And there seemed to him to be a good chance that She hadn’t meant what She’d said, that She would return not very late and want his cock inside Her. God, even if She just let him out to have a wank. He knew he wanted this to happen. Just a week in the cage had concentrated his mind on pleasing his Wife at every opportunity, but another month? Could he maintain his so-far good behaviour? And here he was genuinely torn, between sheer lust on the one hand and a deep yearning to be Her permanently horny, locked-up submissive slave-husband on the other. He wanted to fuck Her right there and then, hard and deep, or at least as deep as he could manage; and shoot his cum inside Her, or over Her, even if he did have to then lick it all up like She had made clear he would.
But he also, at some level, wanted Her to bring home another man, a man who She would introduce him to as Her “subby hubby,,,see, I wasn’t joking” and to him as Her “lover for tonight...my big, thick cock carrying lover. She would walk him through the depths of his depravity: kissing Her shoes as they stood in the open doorway, pouring and fetching drinks for them as they settled on the sofa, kneeling on the floor as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. His hand would stroke Her stocking-clad thigh, find Her stocking top and slide under Her suspender strap, grab Her ass and pull Her closer to him. Her hand would grope his thighs, run along the inside, find its way to his crotch, rub his balls and using one bright red fingernail to trace the outline of his clearly swollen dick through his trousers. Soon he would have Her panties pulled to one side, his fingers buried inside Her, making Her cunt squelch and splash the sofa with Her juices, while She would have freed his cock from its confines, wrapping Her fingers around the pulsing shaft and stroking it gently but firmly.
Looking Her husband in the eye, She would spin Herself round so that Her perfectly round butt was in the air, within easy reach of Her date’s meaty fingers, which would soon have pulled Her short dress up over Her waist, tugged Her panties down Her black nylon-covered thighs and, after giving Her a few firm slaps on each of Her now fully-exposed ass cheeks, buried themselves completely inside Her clearly sopping-wet cunt. His other hand would find and squeeze Her gorgeous tits, pinching Her nipples and making Her squeal with delight. Meanwhile, She would lower Her mouth and, still holding Her husband’s gaze, stick Her tongue out and lick around the head of his huge cock, holding it steady at the base, before wrapping Her mouth around the swollen tip and pushing Her bright red lips down the throbbing shaft. “You know”, She would say, coming up for air, “I’m not sure they even make chastity cages big enough for cocks this size, baby”. Another minute or two of cock-sucking, then, “I guess some men were just meant to get as much pussy as they can handle, and some men were just meant to be all locked up so they can’t even play with themselves and think about what it would be like to fuck a beautiful, sexy, horny woman right in front of Her sissy husband. All while his poor, caged, little cock dripped into his slutty little panties...”
He mentally shook his head, not daring to imagine the rest. All he knew was, he was as turned on as he had ever been in his life. And, though remote, there now appeared to be a chance that he could be made a cuckold that very night, or at least some other night in the next four weeks, and he wouldn’t even be unlocked afterwards. He might have to watch, or at least listen to, his sexy, gorgeous Wife being pleasured by another, bigger, better cock. He might have to cleanup and swallow another man’s cum from Her pussy, ass, tits, mouth, stockings or maybe even Her feet if She revealed that particular fetish of his. And he wouldn’t get to cum himself; the night would be about Her pleasure and Her pleasure only. It was his ultimate dream, but could he live with the reality?
She took all of this in, gauging his reaction, examining him. She knew how much he had been anticipating this weekend. She had been a very strict Mistress all week: keeping him busy with various chores every evening after work; adding a dozen strokes of the cane to his midweek maintenance-spanking, “because I want to”; using his face and face-dildo for Her pleasure; had him fuck Her with his strapon-cock; having him give Her a full-body massage; worshipping Her feet while She called Her friends; and having him clean the entire house this morning before taking Her shopping for tonight’s outfit in the afternoon. She had even become so wet that She had asked the assistant for another pair of the same panties he was buying for Her, only in his size, allowing for the slight bulge of his “little chastity cage”, holding Her key up for emphasis when the lady at first couldn’t quite believe her ears, until looking back and forth at the two of them had convinced her and a broad smile had slid across her face: his Wife looking dominant and triumphant, Her husband red-faced and humiliated; but silent - obediant. She had made a mental note of the shop assistant’s name and filed it under “maybe one-day”.
He looked down at those panties: the barely-there, delicate, deep-red yet almost transparent silk material, already sticky with his pre-cum, with a pink-lace trim that matched his toenails (he really hadn’t expected Her to want him to paint his nails, and a girly pink at that!). He had worn Her panties to work every day, but these were by far the sluttiest. And they were by far the sluttiest he had ever known his Wife to wear. He looked back up at Her now. He looked at Her new, shiny, black patent fuck-me-now high heels and thought of how She had instructed him to kneel and put them on Her feet in the store while She flirted with the manager. He looked at Her black stockings and imagined Her crossed legs, rubbing gently together in the back seat of the taxi, then as She walked into the bar where She was meeting a couple of Her friends. Did they know? Did anyone else know? His cage swelled with the thought. She then pulled the hem of Her new dress away from Her body, revealing a taut suspender strap. His mind reeled, he was so horny now; actually having to be allowed to cum when, and indeed if, his Wife decided suddenly felt very real and was way more intense than he had fantasised about whilst wanking at leisure. He looked at Her cleavage and nearly passed out, moving quickly on. He knew from frustrating experience not to let his eyes dawdle there; even so, his cage bobbed violently and a few drops of pre-cum formed, fell and splashed on the polished floor.
She was testing him. What did total control really mean to him? How far could She push him? How much further did he really, secretly, afraid-to-admit-it-to-himself-ily want Her to push him? She wasn’t planning to cuck him tonight. She had only just taken up the option after finally agreeing to try indulging his fantasies, so long as they were on Her terms. At most, She had told Herself, this was to be a dry run. Her friends knew that they were trying “something new in the bedroom, something a little less vanilla...”, but hadn’t gone into specifics. She had decided not to wear Her key yet either. She knew the thought of that conversation was one of his biggest turn-ons and She wanted to save it for just the right moment. She wanted him thinking of Her all night while She was out, wearing Her new outfit that he’d bought for Her and dressed her in, with Her husband wearing just his matching panties She had chosen for him. She wanted him to feel the plug filling his slutty little ass, pressing on his prostrate, in turn causing him to constantly drip into the his cute little panties. And She just loved the look of the cage stretching the little red silken triangle. She wanted him to think of Her in the same slutty panties, feeling confidant and sexy, in a bar full of men who would have actual, full erections when they saw Her. She wanted him to wonder what would happen whenever She went out, with or without him, even as he made the marital bed. She wanted him to wonder if he would be sleeping in the spare room as She enjoyed Her new lover that night. She wanted him to imagine just how humiliating that would be for him, far surpassing the embarrassment of being Her caged, plugged, pantied and painted slave in front of another man, a stranger who was about to fuck his Wife in his bed, and fill Her and cover Her with his cum while he listened from down the hall. Even that, though, would surely pale into insignificance compared to being summoned into the master bedroom to clean Her well-fucked, swollen, puffy, sopping wet and stretched-as-never-before pussy, “like the dirty little cum-slut you are”.
She wanted his horny little mind to go into overdrive as he hand-washed and dried Her new, expensive lingerie, underwear he had always imagined Her in when edging himself over and over whenever he was home alone, before confiding in Her all of his sordid dreams. He had obviously never expected Her to make any of them real and certainly not with such gusto. She was just as surprised Herself and though She had felt She should make a strong start, She was determined not to act in haste. Things needed to be happen progressively and besides, there was no rush: She was in charge. He wanted this. And, it turned out, so did She. Which is why what he did next was critical. He had to show that he was willing to abide by Her every whim. She wouldn’t abuse Her position as Her subby hubby’s Mistress, but She would re-enforce it as She saw fit. Panties weren’t the only lingerie he would ever wear, She had near enough decided that he would be in seamed stockings, suspenders and high heels, with all his nails manicured and painted, and possibly even be professionally waxed at a salon, for the first time that She pegged him. She wanted to make him cum in his panties just from fucking his ass. But first, She wanted him truly desperate to cum, possibly with tears in his eyes, so that he knew it was no longer a game but a way of life, the new normal. In short, She wanted to break him. And right now, She was sure that was what he wanted too.
He caught his Wife’s impassive gaze, both intimidating and reassuring at the same time. Her knowing smile beamed back at him, and he thanked his lucky stars that he had married the perfect woman. “Yes, Mistress”, he said proudly, “Thank you, Mistress”. He was Her’s. “Good boy”, She cooed. “Now, pull your panties up, slut, lick up your mess and call Me a cab...”
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“No darling, I’m sorry, but this just won’t do. I said I’d hear you out, I’m open to new ideas, but you look ridiculous. No, let’s get them off. You’re going to have to shave your legs like I said in the first place, and you can paint your nails while you’re at it, before you put these back on. Feeling like a slut will help you act like a slut, and that will make Me happy. You do want to make Me happy, don’t you darling? Good boy..”
Approaching your Wife...
Want to bring FLR into your relationship, but don’t know where to start? In this post Mrs. Claudia discusses the proven secrets points in starting down that road. Pay attention and your life will never be the same…
First things first! I want to make it very clear that the way I am suggesting a male submissive introduce his wife to female domination is strictly my opinion. I have very limited experience and all I can share is the contrast between when I was first introduced to this lifestyle by my husband and this last time. While this last time I initiated the D/s relationship, I was still originally introduced to it by my husband. I would have had no idea what Female Domination was if he hadn’t come to me 10 years ago and expressed his desires. With that said, onto my post.
Originally my husband came to me and shared that he liked to be tied up. He approached me subtly in the context of doing something new and fresh in the bedroom. I had seen Basic Instinct and thought it was really hot when Sharon Stone had tied up Michael Douglas with silk scarves. I was game and decided to indulge my husband.
After I tied him to the bed with some neck ties I thought it was fun. He seemed to enjoy it very much and I had never seen him so excited. We continued to play for a while, advancing to rope. I would say my husband was a fantasy-driven submissive, possibly even a fetishist. Although he doesn’t have a particular fetish (other than possibly a foot fetish) he was totally obsessed with bondage and humiliation.
Since I really didn’t know any better the entire experience was about him and pleasing him…
He focused on his wants and needs and never considered the adoration and worship of me. He assumed I enjoyed this as much as he did and was shocked when I expressed my desire to stop playing. Our regular sex life had been replaced with BDSM and our entire lives were revolving around it. It was very easy for my husband to get caught up in the sexual aspect of D/s, very easy. While we weren’t playing, he would be on the internet looking at bondage and BDSM sites. He would regularly bug me to play and “tie him up”. When regular life was taking place he was lazy and self centred. Instead of telling me how wonderful I was, he would tell me what he wanted me to do. If I wasn’t being mean enough, he would ask me to be meaner. If I wasn’t talking enough, he would ask me to talk more to him. I was left feeling that being a Domme was more of a chore than anything. Instead of him letting the process evolve naturally, he tried to force it. He forgot that:
He wanted the fantasy in his mind to become a reality, but what he failed to realise is reality doesn’t hold a candle to fantasy. In our fantasies there are no kids, no work, no financial responsibilities. Most women, whether female domination or not, do not want a inanimate object to order around 24/7 and use for only sex. I am sure there are a few but most want a life partner that they can share their triumphs and tribulations with.
It is purely fantasy, where a female domination has a sub sit in the corner, waiting for her next command, always bitchy and controlling.
For me there are days where the last thing I want to do is give a command. Usually on those days I want to be cuddled and told over and over how wonderful and beautiful I am. How I am my husband’s whole world and he couldn’t imagine living without me. What really puts the icing on the cake is if he tells me I am the perfect woman, and he wouldn’t change a thing about me. I am human; I cry, laugh, get angry, get sick, and get PMS. I am the whole package, not a male-created female domination written about for other subs to read and jack off to…
So, how would I recommend a male submissive introduce their wives to D/s: take it slow, very slow. The last thing you want to do is go to your wife and tell her all your deep dark submissive secrets. Trust me when I tell you she will completely freak out if you go to her and tell her you wish to be tied up like a mummy and forced to be fucked in the ass with a huge strap on. Down the road you might be able to tell her that but definitely not right away.
Begin with serving her…
If you don’t already help with the household chores (whether she works or is a stay at home mom), start helping. Don’t ask what you can do to help her, just do it. If she regularly cooks, cook one night and let her relax and read a book. When dinner is over, clear the table and do the dishes. Maybe get a nice bath ready for her, with the works: Candles, wine, oils, soft music. If you can, sit beside the tub and rub her back and wash her. Talk about her day and how things are going in her life. Spontaneously kiss her hand while you are driving somewhere and tell her she is the most beautiful woman in the world and that you are lucky she chose you to share her life with.
During your next romp in the sack, focus on her pleasure only. Go so far as to not orgasm at all. When she goes to reciprocate by pleasuring you, tell her this night was about her and only her. Sit on the floor beside her and rub her feet, especially if she works and wears high heals all day. If you have children and she normally gets them ready for bed, you get them ready, while allowing her to relax and watch TV. Make her feel like a Queen!
Eventually she will ask you what is up. Now this is the crucial time - DO NOT SPRING ON HER YOUR KINKY DESIRES! This will just convey to her that the only reason you are doing all these nice things is to get something from her. This will be the fastest way to turn her off. A woman wants nothing more than to be adored and loved. If she thinks that you are only doing these nice things to get what you want, she will feel resentment and look at you as totally selfish and self-centred. You want to ignite her Dominance with your subtle submission.
You will start to notice a change in her. She will start to feel love and adoration for you in return. She will then come to you and initiate a conversation, possibly about wanting to do something to please you. This is OK. Men and women want to please each other and there is nothing wrong with your potential Domme wife wanting to do that. This is the time to gently share with her a little bit of your desires. Start with something non-threatening to her. Bondage is a great starter. Our society has embraced using silk scarves or neck ties to tie your lover’s hands to the bedpost and ravish them. She will probably not be threatened about this in the least.
Another thing you could try is surprising her with a date night. Get a sitter (if you have kids) and take her to a nice restaurant. Set up some champagne at home, with candles in your bedroom. Make one of the candles her favourite scented candle (look around the house and you will see her favourite). Have clean sheets on the bed with maybe some rose petals thrown on the bed and floor. Make sure they are red roses. Get a romantic sex game and have it set up on the bed. There are some great romantic sex games out there. If you don’t have a vibrator, get one. The rabbit or something similar is perfect. When you start playing the game there will be “Share a fantasy card” that you will get. Stack the deck if you have too. Then when you get that fantasy card, share with her a simple fantasy of being tied up and teased. That is just an example of a simple, non-threatening BDSM fantasy that shouldn’t freak her out.
Well, those are some simple pointers to start with. Just remember that in today’s society, women have so much on their plates. They work full time or stay at home raising kids all day. They have so much responsibility the last thing they want is to be responsible for you. If your wife gets the impression that this is just another thing she has to do, she will hate it. A male submissive is there to enhance his Domme’s life, not hinder it. She has to see the positives in it for her, not what she has to do to keep you happy.
True male submission is adoring, loving and worshiping your Wife. You will find fulfilment and satisfaction in serving her. The bondage and spanking and humiliation is fun, but the bottom line is the adoration you have for your Domme. Just ask my husband, he would rather kiss and lick my body from head to toe, making me orgasm over and over, than being tied up and teased. Before, he only wanted the later, but now he lives to worship and serve me. He is just lucky that I like to tie him up and tease the shit out of him…
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“Thanks for the tea, slave, you may tighten My suspenders now..”