Your boy is my slave

My wife had the day off and suggested that I might come home for lunch and clean the kitchen floor while she was home.  Of course I went home for lunch.
After we ate she sent me to the bedroom to get properly undressed for floor scrubbing.  She suggested that my ball stretcher was typical for this job.
I put on the stretcher and also wore a short little dress that she has set aside in a "some day it may fit again" stack.
It was rather small for me, but it buttons up the front, so I left it unbuttoned from the waist down.
I also brought my leather collar and a riding crop.  She put the collar around my neck and put me to work.
I brought the vacuum cleaner as directed and vacuumed the floor first.  I put the machine away and went to get the wash bucket.  T asked if I had moved the table out of the way when vacuuming.  "no".
For that she told me to lift my skirt and bend over the table. She then used the crop on my ass.

After I had finished vacuuming the floor to her standards I put water and cleanser in the bucket and got a rag.
I have lots of rags now since my loving wife and Mistress gave me a whole stack for Christmas.
T also sent me to put a red jewelled butt plug in my ass.
I got down on the floor and started scrubbing.  I quickly realized that the small dress was cutting into my armpits a lot.  This was limiting my ability to scrub and might leave some lasting marks.  I would not mind but I have a doctor appointment next week.  I asked permission to take it off and got back down on the floor naked on my hands and knees to continue scrubbing the floor, while she was fully dressed.
T got on the phone and called her mother.  I could only imagine what she might be thinking as she talked with her mother and watched her husband naked on the floor with his balls bound, plug up his ass and scrubbing her floor.  A far cry from the way her mother's marriage was.

After I finished the floor, T told me to dump the bucket outside and report to her.  I took the bucket outside, naked in the winter cold and dumped the dirty water.  I reported back to her in front of the nice warm wood stove.  She had the crop in her hand and told me to lean on the mantle over the stove while she warmed me up.  She cropped my ass, warming it up.
While she was whipping my ass she was talking about calling her mother. Then she said maybe she should call my mother too while I was in this state.  "Maybe tell her that her little boy is my slave now", she said.  I groaned with arousal and humiliation as she said this. She pulled my balls back with the stretcher and smacked them with the crop.  She finished with four hard smacks to my ass.

"Time to get dressed for real work now and get back to the office" she said.  I knelt before her and relished my submission.  She put the crop in my mouth, put a clothes pin on each nipple and sent me on my way.

Christmas panties

I have bought fancy panties for my wife for Christmas for many years. This year she bought panties for me for our anniversary.
When I went Christmas shopping for her I bought a pack of "boy short" panties and a six pack of standard cotton panties in pastel colors. I included a note "from Santa" when I wrapped the six  pack stating that she may feel free to "sentence" her subby hubby to a full week of panty wearing with this gift.
She tried on the boy short panties and did not like they way they fit, so she told me to put a pair of those on for Christmas day.
I hope she does not forget about the panty week. We are going to a business conference in January, perhaps that will be an opportune time for my panty clad week.

Please whip me

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Happy Birthday

IT's my birthday!
Okay, not a big deal.  I thought perhaps my month or so of orgasm denial might be released for my birthday.  But T surprised me 3 days ago and told me to come while we were fucking.
It was a great orgasm as she covered my mouth with her hand to try and keep me from being too loud as our son was home.  I think I was loud anyway, it was sooo good!

Hoping for a birthday spanking soon, but we are traveling to visit in laws this weekend, so won't have a chance for a while.

T did tell me that it would be up to me whether I kept my legs shaved through to the upcoming Dr. appointment.  Then she said maybe she would "make" me keep them that way and have me go with shaved legs.  That sounds so scary yet exciting.  It's kind of like cross dressing, if someone is making you do it, it's okay, because it wasn't my choice.  I know that medical professionals have probably seen nearly everything and could not care less about a nearly 60 year old man who shaves his legs.
Well, I guess it would not be too bad if I'm not wearing pretty panties at the time, now that would be embarrassing!

Anniversary island vacation

Last week was our long anticipated anniversary trip to an island retreat. Unfortunately I don't have time to give a detailed narration but I do want to at least make an outline of most of the things (sexually) that we did.

One of my top goals was to be shaved and T used her tiny crochet scissors to cut off all my pubic hair and painstakingly snip the hair from my legs. It took forever and I give her great credit and much thanks for doing so. After that, I got in the shower and she shaved me. The visibility was poor so there was a bit of clean up to do the next day, including shaving the tops of my toes, which I have never done before. So girly! I love the look and feel of my smooth legs and going out in public in shorts that way was really not a big deal after all.

The first night in the hotel, T presented me with a gift of a nighty and a pair of black lace panties. The nighty is black and brown print like leopard skin, so animal! It has lace at the top of the chest and all the way around the hem. It is mid thigh length, rides up just to my crotch when I pull my legs up in bed. I love it and wore it every night.

She also gave me two pairs of nylon panties, one is black to be worn as a bathing suit and the other hot pink. I wore the swim suit when we were swimming off the boat in private, unfortunately I did not get a tan line that showed what I had been wearing. I brought the white crochet bathing suit, but never did wear it.

T found a palm frond stem on the ground outside of our cottage. It looked a lot like a riding crop and she put it in the cottage for later use.

T decided that she needed to buy a pair of cheap flip flops to wear to the waterfront and we went to the local K-Mart.  She found a pair that had a black woven style toe strap and a white and black pattern on the top of the foot pad.  She had me try on a pair there in the store and decided that we should have matching flip flops.  At first glance they don't look too feminine, but they certainly are women's, and I delighted in wearing them out in public.

One day in the boat, she used a whole pack of clothes pins on my cock and balls. After she took them off, I playfully put one on her labia through her bathing suit. She didn't tell me to stop, so I put a few more on. She pulled down the suit and let me place the whole pack of them on her labia with one on each nipple and the last right on her clit. Then I took them off one by one and kissed and licked each spot that was revealed.

One afternoon on the boat she was licking my cock. I was getting very hard and worked up. I have not come in a month, so it does not take much to get me to the edge. I also really needed to pee. Suddenly, I felt like something was letting loose and I frantically pulled out of her mouth and grasped my cock hard and said “I really have to pee!”. I was surprised to see that the few drips that escaped were not pee, but cum! I certainly did not cum, so maybe it was a ruined orgasm.

The last night there, I dressed up in garter belt, thigh high black stockings, bra and black women's flat shoes. I did the dishes and packed some of our luggage. T then took me into the spare bedroom and had me take of the bra. I don't remember exactly the sequence of events, but she used velcro straps to secure me to the bunk bed ladder and used the palm stem to whip my ass and thighs. She inserted a jewelled metal plug up my ass, then had me sit in a chair and tied my wrists and ankles to the chair.

She put the clothes pins on my cock and balls, with two on my nipples. Then she placed the palm stem whip in my upturned bound hands and said she was going outside to look for meteor showers.

She left me there tied to the chair, covered in clothes pins and grinding on the plug up my ass, for however long she wished. She came back in five minutes, I really hoped she would leave me there to suffer for even longer. She untied me from the chair, put me up against the ladder and whipped my ass and thighs again. Then she had me turn around and beat the front of my thighs, my inner thighs, my cock and even a few smacks to my balls that had me groaning and writhing.

The next day I had numerous red welts on my thighs; back, front and inner. Not a mark on my leather ass though, darn! She was appalled to see what she had done to me, but I was thrilled to see that she had left her marks on my body and thanked her profusely. In a few days, they were big, dark bruises.

It was a great trip altogether. I got shaved, wore panties all week, got a new nighty, dressed up like her slave wife one night, got my ass whipped, wore a little monokini to swim in and got clothespinned.

A few things I had hoped for that did not happen: I did not wear the white one piece crochet bathing suit and I did not get whipped with her leather belt.

Months ago, I had hoped that we might renew our vows and take new vows of my submission to her and her ownership me, but we did not do that. Maybe someday. Considering what we are doing now compared to a few years ago, who knows what we will be doing a few years in the future.

ps:  While she was whipping me she was telling fantasies about me being tied to the post at the end of the pier, naked, and being whipped in public, including allowing other people to whip me. What a hot fantasy! Then she also told a fantasy about using a fish hook and piercing my nipple with it. Wow! That is a very hot fantasy for me, maybe someday it will happen. I would so love to have her put hooks in my nipples, then pull them up with a fishing line.

Panty whipped

Last night my wife asked me to bring some clothes hangers from the bedroom.  I forgot.  Shortly after she called me to the bedroom to "prepare" for doing dishes.  This usually means I either place some type of implement on my genitals or dress feminine.
I presumed that I needed to put something on and dropped my yoga pants as I realized she was getting a belt off the hook. Apparently I was getting a punishment for not getting the hangers.  I bent over the foot of the bed and immediately received a stinging strike of the belt.  She was using it full length rather than folded over and it was very stingy.  She could tell that I was feeling it more than usual.  After a good number of whippings to get my ass red I made some comment about being like a girl.  Maybe we had mentioned my hair and shaving my legs next week.
She said "speaking of being girly, I bought something for you".  She pulled a pair of turquoise colored lace panties out of a bag and handed them to me.  The back is completely lace and the front has a cute bow.  She told me to put them on and model for her.  I did so, then knelt before her and handed her the belt, "Please whip me with my panties on", I asked her.
She had me bend over in front of the mirror so I could see my pantied ass being striped with the belt.
Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap, facing away from her as she fondled my panty encased cock and balls and reached up my shirt to tweak my nipples.  I did create a wet spot in the panties that she teased me about.  Then she told me to go do the dishes.

This was a very moving occasion as it is the first time she has actually bought something feminine for me to wear.  She has had me wear things often in the past, but I feel that buying something for me goes beyond tolerating my cross dressing to endorsing it. We have talked about our vacation trip next week and she has talked about having me be naked or dressed feminine including stockings, shoes and a cute little dress while in the cottage. And of course, bring a belt!

Tropical dreams

My wife and I will be going to Florida at the end of this week. We will be staying at a nice cottage on the island with a sailboat there to use whenever we wish.
Last night as I was doing my evening stretches, which included her spreading my legs wide and high, she mentioned going skinny dipping while out sailing.  Then she said it would be fun to have me wearing one of her bathing suits.  I replied that was just what I had been fantasizing about that morning.  I actually salvaged a white crochet one piece bathing suit that she was getting rid of and kept it to wear myself someday.  Maybe this will be the time.  I dream of getting some very feminine tan lines!

I have also been looking forward to the cooler weather and end of shorts season when she has indicated that she may shave my legs again.  This trip has been loosely identified as when that may happen.  But we will be in Florida with temps in the 80s (F), so I will likely be wearing shorts and revealing my shaved, womanly legs. OMG, I am so excited at the thought of being exposed like that!

I have been allowed to keep my cock and balls shaved all the time, but not my pubic mound.  A few days ago while shaving, I shaved the small amount of hair growing from my belly to waist band.  When I told T about this she was disappointed as she wanted to be the one to remove that hair in an area that would be visible if I went without a shirt.  Several years ago, when she shaved my pubes, it was very exciting when she went "above the line".  She checked out my shave job while stretching me and found that I did a lousy job anyway, so she can certainly still shave there.

I will definitely be packing the electric hair clippers so she can make me as clean shorn as possible.

My Queen

My wife and I are planning a special trip for our anniversary in October (a few weeks after the actual date) and I have suggested that we renew our vows. I of course am thinking heavy on the obey part and based on what I have read here I suggested that my role could become that of slave wife. She is opposed to the term from a feminist standpoint, but she also does not feel ready to accept the role of dominance that I am asking of her.
However, she continually makes progress in becoming more comfortable with being in control of me including alluding to it in front of others, whether I am there to be humiliated in person or not. Yesterday she was with her sister and family and she told them “jokingly” that her name was spelled Q-U-E-E-N or I-N-C-H-A-R-G-E.
She also enjoys teasing me sexually, making me beg to cum and then denying me.
I am wondering if my period of denial will last till our trip in October.

Welcum home

My wife and daughter took a week long trip to Europe together.  I haven't been yet and she has been twice now.
I had expected that we might get a good sex session before they left, but that did not happen.
While they were gone, I thought about sex even more than when she is here with me to keep me from obsessing.  Every evening was spent naked or in lingerie. I had dress up sessions, bondage sessions, naked gardening, vegetables up my ass, hot wax all over my body, numerous spankings and whippings, nipple torture, cock and ball torture and way too much time viewing porn.
But I did not cum.
Though I wished that she had, my wife did not give me any instructions on what to do, or not do, while she was gone.  It is my own honor system that kept me from orgasm while she is not with me.
The morning after her return, I woke up and was getting out of bed when I decided that a quick cuddle was needed.  I snuggled up to her and pressed my balls into her knees. She responded favorably and soon rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her, hard cock and all. I thought she wanted me to enter her, but she said that she needed lube as she grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down to her pussy.  I was only too happy to eat her.  After she got good and wet she pulled me up and told me to put it in her.  We had a nice fuck for a while and she said that she needed to cum before I could. I got her magic wand along with a waterproof pad for the bed.  She used the wand on her clit while I fingered her g spot to a great, wet orgasm.  I went down on her and ate up all that good goo!
Then she had me enter her again.  As we fucked I told her about seeing a rainbow the day before and running in the rain wearing just a pair of panties.  I told her, with some anxiety, that I made a wish upon the rainbow. That wish was that she would be accepting and willing to feminize me and make me her slave wife, with my purpose being to submit to her and serve her.  She said that she wants me to be happy.  I told her that I want her to be happy too and that I believe that she would benefit from my service and submission to her.

More small steps to FLM

This past weekend we traveled nearly 8 hours roundtrip in the car together.  I had thought this would be a good to time to talk about our relationship and present my hopes for our upcoming 30th anniversary trip.  My dream is to renew our wedding vows.  My hope would be that the vows would be at least an acknowledgment of making our FLR a serious part of our marriage commitment.  At best, this would be a ritual collaring wherein T would take me as her slave.
This would be a big jump from where we are now, but the thought of it makes me so excited.

A few days ago T sent me a shopping list by text.  I did not get one of the items and I assured her that it was not on the list.  I was wrong, it was on the list. I told her that she was right and that I deserved to be punished for arguing when I should know that she is always right. She forgave me, so probably won't punish me, though I wish she would.

Last night we were talking about communication in our marriage, which did not exist for many years. This was after she had mentioned a couple she knows who just broke up.
This was right after I released her bra and scratched her back. I was on me knees and she turned around to face me and placed her hand on my throat and pulled my head upward, as if putting a collar around my neck.

I confessed that I had hoped to talk during our long drive about plans for our anniversary trip and my hopes to renew our wedding vows.  She said "What do you have in mind?, Something like me dragging you out on the beach by a leash and collar?"  I told her that since she brought it up first, yes, I had thought about a collaring ceremony.  She asked if that's what that was called and I said yes, a collaring is when someone becomes a slave to their dominant and that is what I would like to be.

Unfortunately, it was getting late and we were both very tired, so we kissed good night.  I turned off the light and pressed my balls hard against her knees and drifted off to sleep.
Sweet dreams.

Thank you

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Blue balls

I haven't posted in some time, of course just so busy.  Though nothing extraordinary, there have been some things happening that were worth posting about.
Just a few days ago, T strung me up on the screen porch and used a bamboo stick to cane my ass and thighs.  With a little encouragement in the hot shower the next day, I have some nice bruises on the front of my thighs to remember my caning for while.

She has belt whipped me a few times as "punishment" for leaving the lid open on the wipes container.
With the warm weather I would love to be able to go naked in the evening or wear skimpy feminine wear, but the Little Princess is home from college, so our private time is again limited.
She is attending a college in the next town, living on campus, so we did see her often during the school year.  One such occasion was about a month ago. We were having some fun in the kitchen and T had me sitting on the kitchen counter, shorts down, as she sucked my cock.  I was trying desperately to not come with out permission when the dining room door burst open and Little Princess entered!  I leaped across the kitchen with erect cock waving.  I think she will make more noise before entering the house unexpected in the future.

T makes Ukranian Easter eggs with bright colors and recently was talking about needing to make up some new batches of dye.  Somehow we both got the idea of coloring my eggs.  The next morning after our shower she had me fetch the blue and red dye and a couple small paint brushes. She proceeded to paint my cock red and my balls blue! Now I literally did have blue balls.  I had no idea how long it would stay that way.  She presented me with a pair of lace panties to wear along with a panty liner.  The red did stain the panty liner, especially when I dribbled pre-cum.  The next day, she washed the dye off and sad to say it came off quite easily.  I really hoped it would last a week or more.

T does continue to appreciate having me do chores for her.  I tell her often that I don't mind and in fact enjoy when she tells me what to do.  I love to serve her and be owned by her.

I want to be a bride

T told me that she missed tugging on my pubic hair so I had started growing it in nearly a month ago. Two weeks ago she also said that it was time to start letting my leg hair grow back. I have regained a short pubic puff and my legs are covered with short hairs. She says it is like I am going through puberty. I think it is more like going from girl to man and already am saddened by the change.

T recently “discovered” her wedding dress which had gone missing in storage. She decided to try it on and see if it still fit. The zipper would not go up the back, but she still looked lovely. Of course, I was secretly yearning to try it on too and she surprised my by telling me to put the dress on! How exciting it was to get naked and pull the layers of lovely lace over my head and down my body! She was able to zip it up and it looked quite lovely on me. This certainly fueled my fantasy of renewing our wedding vows with me being taken as her slave wife.

That evening, T pulled out the sheer white, ankle length, negligee that she received as a bridal shower gift. She gave it to me to put on to wear to bed. How exquisite this felt as I snuggled in to bed with her, feeling like her blushing bride! I have been wearing it for the past three nights now.

After our recent talk, I am determined to either wear what she tells me to for bed, wear something feminine of my own choosing, or go naked.

I have started reading chapters from a book called “My husband is my maid” to T and she certainly appreciates the part about me doing the dishes and cleaning.

She said that she really enjoyed all the service she received during her medical leave and I told her that I did not intend to stop. She does appear to be getting more comfortable with the idea of having me do things for her and telling me do them. Last night she told me to put her socks on her feet, then jokingly chided me for not kissing her feet. She said “I'm getting used to telling you what to do, you don't mind do you?”. I assured her that I did not mind at all and that I am here to joyfully serve her.   

Dress me up

I brought my wife home from the hospital after surgery six weeks ago. She had a hysterectomy including removal of the uterus and cervix. The surgery went well as did the recovery eventually.

We knew that she would be out of work for six weeks and there would be no intercourse for that long either. I did hope that there would be some sexual activity during that time and there has been including some oral for me, a few belt whippings, some anal probing of me, and some cross dressing.

I have not been allowed an orgasm during this time, although she just had her first two days ago.

I noted previously that I had shaved my legs and would be keeping them shaved for the six weeks. I have enjoyed doing so, but yesterday she said it was time to grow the hair back before shorts season.

I feel that if she wanted me to keep them shaved I would have done so, even though someone, at least my doctor, would have to notice. She does not want anyone to know what we do in the bedroom. Well maybe someday that will change and she will wish to out me as a shaved cross dresser.

I mentioned in my last post the great time I had when she dressed me for dinner. After wearing the garter belt and stockings to bed, the next morning the stockings got a hole. I shopped on Amazon for new thigh highs and found some nice ones, also bought a garter belt that has an attached crotchless thong. The package arrived when I wasn't home so I had to confess to T what was in the package, then wait for the right time to try them out.

Two nights ago, T saw an e book that I had open on my tablet and started reading it. It was the very last chapter of “My husband is my maid”. I had hoped that she would read it someday, but not to start at the last chapter and scare her off. I then read the prologue to her. She didn't have much to say about it although she was already okay with me doing some crossdressing and doing most of the household duties.

The next night when I got home from work she told me to change work clothes, do my outdoor chores, then change into what she had put out for me on the bed. I was so excited to see that she had laid out the new garter belt and stockings, a grey sparkly tight fitting sweater of hers and a knee length flowing black skirt.

It was with some anxiety that I presented myself to her for inspection in my feminine attire. She smiled and had me turn to show her. My hard cock was tenting the skirt. Then she sent me to finish preparing dinner. We had a lovely dinner together, her in sweats and me in sweater and skirt.

After dinner she said I could clean up the kitchen, but first she pulled the skirt up and tucked it into the waistband so that it was mini skirt length and she could see my stocking tops and garters.

I cleaned up and then reported to her assignment of a few chores. After doing them I went to her with my tablet in hand. She asked if I wanted to read to her. I said yes, if she would like to hear more.

She said she would listen while looking at a craft catalog. I read her another chapter about becoming a submissive maid to your wife. When I got up from the couch I left a drop of precum which she told me to lick up.

We went up to bed then. She found that I had left the box of moist wipes open earlier. She took a leather belt off the hook and told me to bend over the bed. I did so, pulling the skirt up to my waist.

She whipped my ass, the first six moderate, then much harder for the next few. I don't know if they were that much harder than she has done before or if I was just not warmed up yet, but they hurt!

She said that might teach me to do better. I agreed that I needed lots of training and thanked her for punishing me.

I went to bed then wearing my garter belt and stockings. It was a restless night, but every time I woke I thrilled at my sexy lingerie.

Dressed for dinner

After a rough day at work, T told me I needed to dress for dinner.  She came to the bedroom to "help" me.
She pulled out a black garter belt and thigh high stockings that she has had for a long time and never wears.  I have worn them within the past year.
I had a bag of clothes that I grabbed out of things she was sending to Goodwill.  She pulled out a mid calf length dress and gave me that to wear.  It is very silky, with a dark floral print. It felt delightful as I slipped it over my head and it shimmied down my naked body. She sprayed some of her perfume on my neck, then told me to pull the dress up.  She sprayed it on my little tuft of pubic hair and told me to turn around.  I did so and reached back and spread my ass cheeks.  A cool mist of perfume made my asshole tingle.
She then told me to close my eyes and open my mouth.  I was happy to obey, not knowing what she was planning to do.  I was very surprised to feel lipstick being applied.  Wow!  I didn't think she would encourage me that much!
We went to the kitchen and made dinner together.  The dress is quite straight and narrow and I was surprised a few times to find my long steps or side steps to be effectively hobbled by the dress.
It was a pleasant reminder of the limitations imposed on me by being feminized.
At one point T said that by dressing me up she was dominating me.  It was interesting to hear what her opinion of cross dressing me is.  She does seem to becoming more accustomed to it.  Perhaps someday I will be her sissy maid of my dreams.
We had a lovely dinner together, then of course I cleaned up.  When we went to bed, T said that she thought I should keep the garter belt and stockings on to sleep in.  Everytime I woke during the night I felt them on my legs and smiled.  When I went to the bathroom I enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror as the garters and the stockings framed by genitals.  I hated to take them off in the morning and look forward to being dressed up again.

Cage time

Last Sunday I put the purple chastity device on my cock and presented myself to T.  "I took the liberty of taking my liberty away.", I said to her as I handed her the keys and asked her to lock me up.
She did and kept the keys.  I wore the cage all day.  Being the first time I wore it for so long was interesting.  First time peeing with the cage on.  I had to sit of course, but I am already to trained to do that all the time.  It wasn't bad, although it's strange being wet in the tube all day.  I put one of T's shields in my pink panties to catch the drips.
In the evening she unlocked my cock and played with it. She got me hard and on the edge, then left me that way.  She said that she doesn't really like the device because it doesn't let her play with my cock.  Not like she is doing that all the time!  She said she finds the device "intimidating".
Perhaps we won't make it a regular thing.  After fantasizing for years about it, this was somewhat disappointing.
Well, I want her to be in control, so if she doesn't like me wearing it, I won't.
There are many other things she does for me.

Locked up at last

As my wife's surgery and our period of abstinence drew near we enjoyed our last chance and I actually began to anticipate the required chastity. I have been interested in male chastity devices ever since reading a blog called “The key is on my nipple ring” years ago. The blog has long since disappeared, but the introduction to enforced chastity along with the alluring thought of a woman keeping the key to her husband's cock attached to her body in such a location was exciting.

I began to think that maybe our chastity period might be the time to try out a device and I finally ordered not one but two on Amazon. One was suggested by Hannah at http://dominant-wife.blogspot.com/

This is a entry level silicone model. Nice and cheap to try this stuff out. The other one is also a cheap silicone model, slightly more secure by design. One is pink, the other purple. Very feminine colors.

On Valentines day, T asked what I was planning to do that day. I said “What ever you tell me to do”.

So I was hoping to be her subbie for the day. Fortunately, she started by taking me to the bedroom to dress me appropriately. I presented her with a bag containing the two boxes of chastity devices.

She was quite surprised, since she had never even seen such a thing before. We opened them and checked them out, then fitted the pink one on to my cock and balls. I was thrilled when she snapped the lock shut and kept the keys.

This was several weeks ago and I don't remember all we did that day. I did get her an ice cream cake with “I'm Yours” on the top.

We did finish the day by going to bed early and releasing me from the cage and having some great sex including orgasms for both of us.

Potentially the last time for at least 6 weeks.

You aren't dressed properly for dishwashing, you need to be disciplined

"You aren't dressed properly for dishwashing, you need to be disciplined" is what T said as she grabbed me by the belt buckle and pulled me away from the kitchen sink and towards the bedroom.
She stopped off at the bathroom and sent me on my way to the bedroom to start getting dressed properly.
Recently she saw that I had been wearing a restraint around my cock and balls at the end of the evening.  "I told you that I want you to show me when you wear these things" she said.  Last night I came to her before kitchen duty and displayed the 3 brass rings around my cock and balls.
Now I got undressed as far as just a T shirt when she entered the room.  She took 4 of her leather belts off the rack and presented them to me.  I thought maybe she was going to "dress" me by putting all 4 around my torso.  "Pick one", she said.  I chose the heaviest leather one.  She told me to take the shirt off and present myself.  She then whipped my ass with the leather belt as punishment for doing dishes without being "dressed properly".  Then she had me turn around and whipped my nipples smartly, then my smooth shaved white belly.  Of course my hardening cock was encouraged to become more erect by numerous strikes of the belt.  Lastly was half a dozen to my balls.

"Get dressed now and go back to the dishes", she said.  I put on three brass rings along with a heavy rubber band connecting my cock and balls.  Nipple suckers to enlarge my nips for a better target for her belt.  My sexy capri work out pants and topped off with a cute turquoise crop top.  I went downstairs and presented myself for inspection.  "Aren't you going to be cold in that?" she asked.
I told her I was feeling very hot and went to do the dishes.

After I finished we went to bed, me naked but for my restraints.  She fondled my cock and found it to be a drippy mess of precum.  She got me good and hard and kissed me good night.  I said "Thank you" and "I love you", then rolled over to take off the rings and things along with turning off the light and left the sheet a wet mess of precum as I rolled.
Funny how I get to sleep on the wet spot now.

Shaving follow up

Follow up to how long I will be hairless.  My wife will be having surgery in 2 weeks. Hysterectomy, so there will be no vaginal sex for awhile.  I am fine with that as there are so many other things to do.
She will be out of work for about 6 weeks and she told me that she thinks I should keep myself shaved for at least that long.
I am sure she will have little interest in sex during that time, so it will be up to me to keep up the interest and pretend I am being denied.
Two nights ago she got me hard as we were going to bed.  She had me fuck her for a few minutes.  She said we have to do that while we can.  As we fucked we were talking about the last time we had sex as she ass fucked me as I lay on my back with my clean shaven legs spread wide.  She was using the magic wand on here clit and brought herself to orgasm as we said things like I was a slut for her to fuck and how she fucked the cum right out of me.  I don't know how I managed to control myself and not come as I told her I wished to be her slave wife.
After she came and recovered a little she told me that "these things" are really turning her on more now.  I presume that these things are me being her submissive and having my boi pussy  fucked.
"New pathways", she said.
Then she told me to take my hard cock out of here and go to sleep.
sweet dreams

shaved 2

While showering with T this morning I was shaving my legs when she asked me how long I was going to keep up with doing that. “I don't know”, I said.

A few minutes later she asked me for the soap, I thought maybe she was going to wash my back but then she pushed my arm up and I realized she had the razor in her hand. I put my hands behind my neck and presented my arm pits to her.

When she shaved my legs last week I had hinted that it would be okay to completely shave me and in fact she had runt the clippers over the hairs around my nipples.  But she had said maybe she would do that another time.

Once again, she removed hair in a place that has not been hairless for over 40 years. As she finished the first side she looked down to see my penis becoming erect, “It's working” she said with a grin. She had me rinse off the soap and hair, then I hugged her and pulled her under the hot water. “I will keep up with it until you tell me to stop”, I told her.

I have given her control of when I will be allowed to have hair on my body again.

Shave and a peg

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working like a slave

After being away for a few days, which included some great hot hotel monkey sex, we had a day at home to work on chores and home repairs.  T asked if I was available to do some things for her and I responded by dropping my pants to show the brass ring around the base of my cock and balls.  She was happy to see that I was in servile mode after having come recently.
She had a list of things to do and after I finished the first couple she had me stand before her and told me to drop my pants.  She used a pen to write SLAVE on my white shaved pubic mound and made two tally marks.  I was to report to her after each task to have another tally mark added.  The SLAVE had to be freshened up after getting smudged after a few hours.
It wasn't much, but it was a reminder of why I was doing these chores and that she was acknowledging them.
I enjoy having her write on my body, leaving her mark of ownership, especially when it is as her slave, even if it is just in fun.

quickie

After grinding my balls on T's knees this morning, she presented her bare bottom so I could fuck her.  I stole an unauthorized super quick orgasm, knowingly not having asked, even though she has said that I should just go for it if I am about to come.  But this time, I knew right from the start that I was going to just come as quick as possible, pinching my nipple to encourage it while thinking about Hannah and Eliot from the recent post on the blog A Dominant Wife (http://dominant-wife.blogspot.com/2016/01/surprise-emission.html