Femmed and fucked

I haven't posted in some time, mainly because I haven't had the opportunity to write up a full post.
So I will just do a quick reminder of what we did last night as I don't want this to be lost,

I put the "new" stainless chastity cage on myself Saturday morning.  That stayed on till Sunday night.
Sunday morning she plucked all the hair from around my nipples, making my nearly hairless chest completely hairless. She talked about feminizing me. Yum!

Finally had play time Sunday evening.
T bound me to bed using under bed restraints.  Tickled me all over and tormented me.
Then caned my ass hard, ouch!
Dribbled cold lube on my ass hole and finger fucked me.  She pounded my "pussy" as she used her hip to make me feel like I was really being fucked.
She asked if I wanted more and I said bigger. She then used her glass dildo and fucked me very well and deep with that. I pleaded with her to fuck her bitch hard. I moaned in excitement and humiliation when she said that my locked up cock was just a useless appendage
She left me bound and plugged as she used the magic wand on herself. That wasn't working and she released my bonds and told me to eat her pussy.

That got her going and she had a squirting orgasm as I finger fucked her pussy.
What a great time!  As I cleaned up she gave me the key to release her cock from the cage.
No orgasm for me but I was very satisfied!

Shaved and whipped

A brief summary of some recent highlights as I sit here in a short steel cock cage. T is working late so I am tormenting myself. I had purchased two plastic chastity devices last year, but T did not have much interest in having me wear them. I recently succumbed to temptation and bought this steel cage. It was quite cheap, but the quality is not bad. It is only about 2 inches long, so I have to get it on very fast before I get aroused. I certainly know it is there, between the tight fit and the weight hanging on my cock and balls.

Last week we went on a trip for a week to a conference. It was a fun time in a fun city. Of course I was hoping for some hot hotel monkey sex and got that!

I managed to slip the new cane into T's luggage. One evening she put a pair of over the door cuffs on me and strung me up naked from the bathroom door. Then she used the cane to good measure on my ass. It was an extra thrill when a group of people walked down the hall outside our room. It was only about 6 feet from the door of the room to where she was whipping me. She kept on caning me and I wondered if they could hear the rhythmic whacks from under the door as they walked by. I hope they did!

The last couple years T has shaved my legs either in January or in the Fall. Last fall she shaved my legs, but only trimmed my mound to a stubble and announced that it would stay that way. Come spring when she told me stop shaving my legs, she told me to grow my mound too. I was allowed to continue shaving my cock, balls and ass.

The bathroom in our hotel room had a big marble countertop. I hinted very strongly that it was big enough for someone to lay on it and get shaved at the sink. I also bought a new package of razors.

Fortunately she took that hint and had me get up there naked. She used the razor to shear off my pubic mound, then lathered it up and shaved it clean. Now I have a lovely smooth white mound. She said that she would let me shave my legs after shorts season was over. We had a hot spell last week, but I think I am done with shorts and hope she lets me shave my legs soon.

This morning she said something about putting nail polish on. She said that it was just to protect one damaged fingernail and not because she was femmy enough to maintain polished nails. Then she tweaked my nipple and said “unlike some people!”. Then she hinted that she may put polish on my nails sometime. She has done my toenails a few times and it was wonderful.

She does surprise me at times, which she loves to do. I generally kneel at take her shoes off when she comes in the house or is undressing for bed. The other day she had just put her shoes on when she snapped her fingers and pointed down. I was so confused since she had just put her shoes on. I gave her a questioning look and she pointed down again. I knelt down and she said she just did that to give me a little thrill. She kissed me on top of the head and told me to carry on with what I was doing. I stood and pointed to the partial erection already showing through my pants and told her that she had indeed thrilled me.

A few weeks ago she had me get naked in the bedroom. She got a scarf and tied it around my head as a blindfold, then had me stand against the mirror on the back of the door with my hands over my head. She used her leather belt to whip my ass, then had me turn around and whipped my pubic mound hard.

“You like it hard there don't you?” she asked. I groaned that I did indeed and hoped that it was becoming nice and red. Then she surprised me when I heard the buzz of her magic wand and the sudden application of it's relentless vibrations to my cock. She got me dangerously close to coming and asked if I wanted to come. Oh yes, I wanted release, but we both knew that I would rather be denied until we went away on vacation. She put clamps on my nipples and left me standing there while she used the wand to bring herself to orgasm.

Another time recently we were home alone and she was doing laundry. She gave me a pile of damp jeans and told me to hang them on the clothesline outside. She told me that for every clothes pin I used to hang something that I was to place a pin on myself. I came back in the house with a dozen pins on my cock, balls and nipples. She seemed amused and pleased and left them on me for nearly an hour. Eventually she took them off slowly and enjoyed watching my reaction to the pain of the release.

Later she had me bring in the laundry and of course I had to wear each pin that I took off the line.

We have had a few sessions over the years where I scrubbed the wooden kitchen floor. By hand, on my hands and knees, naked, ball harness with a full soda bottle hanging from my nuts. A few months ago, we had a quiet morning at home and she said it would be a good time to do the floor. She put a leather dog collar around my neck and put on the ball harness. First I had to vacuum the floor. We were in the process of moving the table so I could vacuum under it when our daughter showed up at the kitchen door. It has a large glass window in at and she was very surprised to see me there naked. We both fled in opposite directions and I don't know how much she saw. Although she is our youngest, she is very free thinking and just laughed it off.

My wife would never allow it, but I wish that I could tell my daughters of the benefits of a female led relationship and encourage them to train their boyfriends or husbands to be a good submissive for them. I think that the benefits are great and only wish I had known about this many years ago.

Birched

I have not posted anything in many months.  This seems to be a typical problem with blogs that after some time the blogger gets less enthused about writing.  What was once new and exciting has become a, hopefully happy, routine.  So though things have been happening I just have not paused to write about it. 
T continues to control my orgasms, which can range from weekly to several months apart. She does not whip me as frequently as she sometimes has, but when she does they tend to be more severe.  Also she seems to be using less of the belt and more of the cane.  I suppose that may be influenced by my purchasing a real cane after the garden bamboo stick broke.

This past weekend we were at her family camp and the rest of the family had left.  I was hoping that just maybe we could have replay of the last time we were at camp and she switched me with a stick.
She then picked up a small branch from the ground and said we should take a walk to the wooded are of the site.  She playfully switched my bare calves as we walked.  Once we got to our campsite she told me to drop my shorts and lean against a big tree. She whipped my ass and thighs, with the tip wrapping around with a painful sting. She really gave it to me good and had me writhing in pain.
Then she told me to turn around and present my front.  She whipped my thighs and pubic mound, then brought the switch down on my partly erect cock. To her amusement, that only made it become harder the more she whipped it. 
Glutton for punishment, I pulled up my shirt and offered my nipples for her abuse.  She whipped them harshly and I writhed in pain against the rough bark of the tree. The tip of the switch wrapped around and repeatedly struck the side of my chest below my armpits, a very tender spot.  Afterward, there was a pattern of marks left in this area.
At one point she said something about what type of  tree the branch was from and I told her it was birch, then I gave her some background on the use of a "birch" in the Victorian days and the book that influenced my sexuality as a teen, "Birch in the Boudoir".
After she had raised sufficient marks and the mosquitoes had started to devour us, she gave the switch to carry and told me to pull up my pants.  I brought the switch home as she seemed to indicate I should. I told her that contrary as it seemed, I loved her so incredibly much after she whipped me hard.

That night as we readied for bed, I had left the switch on the bed.  I was wearing my very short red lace nightie and she inspected my marks.  She said that one side was not as evident as the other and picked up the switch from bed.  "Are you looking to get whipped again?" she asked.  I tried not to appear to eager to say yes.  Much to my initial joy, and eventual temporary regret, she gave me another serious switching with the birch including whipping my cock into erection. 

T then put the switch in my mouth for me to hold between my teeth as she laid back on the bed and spread her legs.  I happily used my hardened tool to enter her and gave her the nice fucking that she craved.  I was so happy that she became aroused while whipping me hard.
I wondered if she would let me come, since had let me during our last fuck, although she did not follow through and have me eat my cum from her.
She pinched my nipples and I thought of how I had told her of another blogger who signalled to her husband to cum by pinching his nipples.  T told me this time that she knew I wanted that to be my trigger to cum but she did not want it to be because she wanted to pinch my nipples hard and not have me come.  She wants to be able to torment them at well and I brought myself closer to the edge of losing it as I told her that my nipples were hers to torture and use in any way. I thrust into her and said that my nipples need to be pinched hard, clamped, twisted, bit, stretched, whipped and even pierced.
Then she told me stop. She was tired and sore and it was time to sleep.  I stopped and pulled out slowly.  I so love when she controls me in any way, and especially when she controls me sexually.
I kissed her lovingly, then asked if I may kiss her pussy.  She said yes, just a little bit.
I kissed her sweet, wet, just fucked pussy.  I tried to kiss just a little bit, but could not stop myself from licking and sucking her.  But she grabbed my by the hair and pulled me away.
"Time to sleep" she said and she was soon asleep as I lay there hard and horny, red and marked.