no, no, no don't make me cum

We recently went for a short vacation. This included a hotel stay, which I am always hopeful will include HHMS, hot hotel monkey sex. This was a very busy tourist type vacation, so we did not have much time or energy for sex play. The last morning there we had an hour or so to spare and that was the time! T wanted to take a shower before sex, so we got in the shower. I was already half erect in anticipation. She soaped up my cock and started stroking it. I was getting very aroused when she rubbed the bar of soap over my asshole. This was getting way too good. It had been nearly 3 months since my last orgasm and she was making it feel too good. I did not want to cum as that would likely put an and to any more sex play that morning. “You are going to make me cum”, I moaned, but she kept up the action on my cock and stroked my ass hole more insistently. I lost it, “no, no, no” I sobbed, practically crying in my desperation and disappointment in the way my body was betraying me.

Worse yet was that my cum was mixed with soap and getting washed down the drain. The last time I had cum, we discussed making it a new “rule” that if I came I would eat my ejaculate. This was to be the first time since then and now I had literally blown it.

We got out of the shower and dried off. The sex was done with for the day.

fingering and fucking

A few weeks ago, we had a little session that began, as is becoming more common, with me bent over the foot of the bed as T whipped my ass with her belt. This time though, after whipping me for a minute or so, she stopped and went to get something. I thought it was a different implement to whip me with, that would be fun. Then I realized she was getting latex gloves and the bottle of lube.

She dripped some lube on my upturned ass, then stroked my ass hole. This was a pleasant surprise since she finds anal play less than appealing, but she knows I really like it. Then she put a finger in and began stroking in and out. This progressed to two fingers.
With her other hand she was stroking my hard cock. After a couple minutes of this bliss she stopped an removed the glove. She laid back on the bed and told me to use that hard cock in her. I moved up and put it in her hot pussy. I was so aroused that I was on the edge in no time and had to pull out for fear of having an orgasm without permission. She said, okay, we're done, go clean up. That was it for that session. Nobody needed to or got to have an orgasm and it was just very delightful.

New nightie

It was about 18 months ago (Oct 2015) that I wrote about T getting fabric to make me a new nightie. That was a very exciting scene wherein the fabric was wrapped around my cock and balls and then pins were stuck into the fabric and me.

Last week, T decided that it was time to get a pattern and make the nightie. She started out by checking the size by pinning the paper pattern pieces to the shirt I was wearing. There were a few slight pokes t the pin to my skin that reminded me of the last time she used pins on me and some ended up stabbed into my hard cock. I was really hoping that she might stick me good this time, but she didn't.

She is a skilled seamstress and in short order she had the fabric pieces cut out. I helped by running some of the edges through the serger. Once it was mainly put together she had me try it on. She wanted to cut it to length and she decided to match the V at the plunging neckline with a reverse V at the crotch, leaving that area peeking out. She decided the length to trim, then I think she cut it five inches shorter. The V in the front left my cock, balls and pubic mound completely exposed at all times. My ass cheeks were just peeking out of the hem at the back when I stood up straight and the slightest bend over showed my ass. Very slutty. I love it!

She liked it so much that she made one for herself with a more modest fabric and a looser, longer fit.

Mine is mainly sheer with a pattern of velour fabric that doesn't cover much, so it's basically see through.

I slept in it that night and the next morning she had me bend over the bed and she whipped my ass with her belt. After a few minutes my legs were shaking, so she had me get up on the bed on my knees and bend over. She got a riding crop out and started to use that on me but the leather slapper on the end flew right off. That would not do so I got the leather rooster for her. I guess it is supposed to be an Amish fly swatter. It is heavy leather cut in the shape of a rooster and firmly attached to a 18 inch long wooden handle. It can really pack a wallop and she gave me a serious ass warming with it. I have told her that I really crave being beat long and hard enough to leave marks. I long to have her make lasting marks on my body and she gave it a good attempt this time. I was left with a hot red ass, but it must be a tough ass since there were no bruises there the next day.

Beat me

I just returned to work from lunch at home.  I knew that T was home today so I went home hoping maybe we would get to take advantage of the empty house.  We had a nice lunch and chat during which I mentioned that I had been checking my blog and found that I had been posting to it for over 10 years now. Wow!  I also mentioned that some of the earliest posts were about coming home for lunch and having sex along with blogs about spanking.  Mainly me spanking her.  I don't know when I last spanked her. I know very well when she last whipped me.

As I was getting ready to head back to work T asked if I was interested in a little something like a spanking while there.  Of course I was!  She told me to go upstairs and wait for her in the bedroom.
I wasn't sure if I should just wait or be prepared.  I decided to go ahead and drop my pants and bend over with my belt draped on my lower back for her .
She seemed to be happy with that and began a warm up with gently strikes with the belt, building up to a fairly hard whipping that had me gasping on some hits to sensitive spots.  I went back to work with a rosy red ass after kneeling before her and saying thank you.

I think that was my third belt whipping this week. She said yesterday that I should be careful what I wish for as she told me to drop my pants in the garden before using my belt to administer a very stingy whipping with no warm up.  So far I am not at all sorry that I wished for this.

Chair bound and ass fucked

Despite the fact that our joyous empty nest did not last long before our oldest child “boomeranged” back home again, we do still get some chances to have wild sex.

The last time I came was an example. This was at least a few weeks ago so I don't remember the details other than it ended with me standing next to the bed and T giving me wonderful oral sex.

She brought me to the edge and over the top to a stunning orgasm as she crushed my nuts against her knees. I'm not sure how she managed to do that, or how I managed to stay standing through it, but it was great. That was my first orgasm this year, probably about a month to six weeks since my last.

This past weekend, we had an “empty house” on Saturday night. Did I mention that now our youngest has decided to move home from her nearby college after 2 years? So much for my cross dressing lifestyle!

Since we had a rare opportunity, I thought we should make use of it have immediate sex games. That did not happen and I was rather sulky by Sunday morning.

Fortunately, the kids stayed away over night and we had some time for fun the next day. T had been asking me to repair a dining room chair for several weeks and I just did not get to it. She finally did it herself on Saturday and I found the chair very bound up with one of my long sailing ropes. I told her that I had long been coveting that rope with thought of being bound up like that chair was.

Sunday morning she told me to bring the chair and rope to the bedroom. I unbound the chair.

T had me bend over the chair and used her belt to punish my ass for not fixing the chair.

She told me to get out a butt plug. When I got out my jeweled plug she asked if I were sure that was what I wanted. I did not need another invitation to get out a bigger glass plug with nubs the whole length and a loop at the end. She had me bend over the chair again as she put on a pair of latex gloves, she is a nurse after all. She put cold lube on my asshole, then fingered me. I was in heaven as she pushed a finger in me. She filled my ass with her finger and then fucked me hard, slamming her hand against my ass. Then she pushed the plug in me, filling me with the cold hard glass. I moaned and groaned in appreciation.

Once I was full, she had me put a towel on the seat of the chair and sit down, then she used the whole 30 feet of rope to tie me to the chair, finishing up by binding my cock and balls and put the end between my teeth. Then she used her belt to whip my thighs and belly, cock and yes my balls. Then she left me in the chair while she went downstairs. “Don't go anywhere” she said as she left the room.

I certainly could not. I believe she only left me for a few minutes, she knows this is something that I fantasize about, being bound and left and not knowing for how long.

When she returned, she used her Magic Wand vibrator on my cock and balls to bring me right to the edge of cuming, then stopped. She laid down on the bed then and used the wand to bring herself to a squirting orgasm as I fucked my ass on that glass dildo.

After she recovered, she untied me and told me to kiss her feet.  As I did so she whipped my ass with her belt. I felt so incredibly submissive during this and just felt that THIS what I truly wanted to be, her slave on the floor, worshipping my Mistress while she beats me.

When she stopped whipping me she grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her.  I hugged her around the waist and murmured "Thank you".

She told me to clean up and crawl to the bathroom for my shower.

Ride it cowgirl!

Every January I attend a business conference. One of the highlights of this conference is the opportunity for Hot Hotel Monkey Sex! T and I have had some great sex while away from home where we feel slightly less inhibited so I always look forward to that.

My last orgasm was before Christmas, so we joke that I have not cum since last year even though that was only a month ago and I have been denied in the past for as long as 3 months. Still, I was thinking that being at the hotel would be a great time for me to be allowed to release.

I had bought some underwear for T for Christmas and had at that time bought a six pack of cotton panties in a variety of pastel colors. I definitely bought them for me! I had it mind that for the week of the conference I would wear these “everyday” regular panties for the week and I did.

The first night at the hotel, we were tired and just relaxing on the bed when T got up and brought something to the bed. “Give me your foot”, she said. The week before she had put nail polish on my toenails. She now had a bottle of bright red polish which she put on my toes. Wow! I will certainly notice that every time that I look at my bare feet.

The next evening was the social event. We had a fairly short time to prep before hand and I was surprised that T told me to get out my whipping implements. I got out the small flogger, crop and quirt that I had brought. She told me to get naked and stand in front of the mirror, holding on to the closet clothes pole. She then gave me a substantial whipping, front and back. When she started using the crop she commented on how loud it was. I don't know if someone who was not into kink would recognize the sound, but she kept up a steady whipping as people were walking and talking in the corridor just outside our door. She would not have done that in the past and I marveled at the progress she has made.

I dressed for the dinner in a garter belt that has an attached crotchless g-string and thigh high stockings.

The dinner was uneventful until I went to the bathroom and T walked with me to the men's room. She stopped and told me that I was to go pee like a woman. No use of the urinal and she told me that since it was a strange toilet, I was not to sit like usual, but I should lift the seat and squat over the bowl.

This was a very new experience for me, made a little more difficult when you have to hold your penis down to point into the bowl. Nobody would know what I was doing in the booth, but I was still embarrassed. To top it off, one of my garters popped loose from the stocking and I had to struggle to re-attach it.

After dinner, we hurried back to the room. We undressed, well I kept on my lingerie, then made out for a short time until T told me to bend over the bed and she whipped my ass again. She was really hoping, as I was, that there would be some lasting marks to remember this by for a few days. Alas, there were only a few bruised dots from the knot on the quirt.

She then put a Chinese rope handcuffs on my wrists and tied my ankles and knees together and had me lay on my back on the bed. She teased my cock erect and rode my cock with her pussy for a few minutes. Then she told me to go get the strap on for her. I helped her put it on, then went down on her cock, sucking and licking it, only wishing that she could feel what I was doing for her cock.

I got her Hitachi magic wand then and she used it to give herself an incredibly squirting orgasm as she hosed down my leg. Then she asked if I wanted the strap on and I began rubbing it on my ass. I was soon very eager to have it in me, trying to shove it in without any lube. She had me get some lube though and lubed up her hard cock. I worked it into my boy pussy, a little difficult at first, but after a bit of fucking, I was riding that cock like a cowgirl. I fucked it hard and deep as she played the magic wand vibrator on the sensitive tip of my hard clit. I was delirious with pleasure and thought sure she would make me cum. Although she brought me to the edge several times, she had decided that she was not going to let me cum that night. Eventually she told me that she was tired and it was time to stop. I obediently pulled that long cock out of my man pussy. I removed the harness from her and cleaned everything up. Then I thanked her and we snuggled to sleep.

Yes, Hot Hotel Monkey Sex!

Pretty toes, shaved legs and bound whipping.

Since T shaved me from nipples to toes last fall, I have kept myself shaved entirely. We knew that I had a doctor appointment coming up in January and there was some mention of letting my hair grow.

T did not tell me to stop shaving and I felt that I was up to being exposed to a medical professional when my legs were hairless. They would not see that my pubic hair was also completely cleaned off.

As expected, there was no indication that anything was amiss during the exam, even when the practitioner pulled the waistband of my jockey briefs down to see a little more below the waist.

T had mentioned the week before that maybe we could paint my toenails after the doctor visit, as that would be a bit much to reveal. We have never done this before. That evening she brought a container of nail polish in the room and told me to take off my socks. She rarely uses nail polish and the only color she has is very modest, a brownish red. She painted my toenails, which to me was embarrassing due to the nasty condition of my toe nails after years of rough outdoor work with heavy boots on.

Nonetheless, I was very happy that she did this to me and it was all her idea! Maybe next time we can get some bright red or sissy pink.

The following weekend, she mentioned that now that my doctor appointment was past, it would be okay to leave marks on me. I said, yes please! She gave me a quick whipping with the riding crop that left red stripes but unfortunately did not last long.

The next morning I told her that I had been dreaming of being bound to the bed and whipped. I was surprised that she told me to pull out the underbed restraints and get out the flogger. I did so and left the handle of the new quirt that I bought recently sticking out from under the mattress where she had to notice it. She did not know that I had bought this. I was looking for something more harsh that would leave marks.

T fastened my wrists and ankles so I was spread eagle on the bed, bottom up, cock and balls pulled down in view and access.

She started with the flogger, warming me up well, then switched to a small flogger, which is quite stingy. The flogger was used from my neck to knees, including my cock and balls.

She then tickled my ass crack with something that I realized was the tassels on the end of the quirt. She really enjoys tickling and teasing me much more than whipping and hurting me. After getting her kicks out of tormenting me, she did give me a good whipping with the quirt. Not quite enough, unfortunately to leave any lasting marks, but satisfying. She then got out her magic wand vibrator and drove me crazy using it on my sensitive cock head and grinding it against my ass hole. She brought me to a writhing edge of orgasm and left me denied. I don't expect to have a chance to cum until maybe next week when we are at a hotel for a few nights.

T then released me and had me give her a fucking for the short time that I was able to do without cuming. My poor sissy cock can't give her a good fucking now since she keeps me under orgasm control. I love it!

She soon replaced me with the vibrator and brought herself to an orgasm.

New Year chastity

Happy New Year!
Although we did not accomplish what I had hoped for this year, that being renewing our wedding vows for our 30th anniversary with a FLR twist, it was a good year for gradual advancement.
T is feeling more confident and more accepting of things that used to be out of the picture.  She is more skilled and willing to whip me and her control of my orgasms (very rare) is common.
She has gone from acceptance to occasionally enabling my cross dressing and feminization.

This weekend, after taking advantage of my morning wood for some intercourse, T actually said that she wanted to have me wear the chastity device.  I was very surprised since she had little interest in it when I first bought one. I put it on and offered her the lock. She still thinks it is fairly ridiculous, too much effort and that I have a screw loose, but she did lock it. I wore it all day while doing some fairly physical work. I also requested that she put my leather collar on my neck.  I then slaved for her all day.
That evening she unlocked it and took the device off even though I would have been willing to wear it all night. She asked if I was okay to wear it the next day, of course I was.
This morning, she had to work and I had the day off, so I slept in and we did not put the chastity device on me before she left. She only worked half a day and we did some more heavy house work (digging and carrying buckets of dirt).  After that we showered before I made dinner. I have two different devices and I put the other one on, or was struggling to get it on when she entered the room.
She remarked that she thought that I was crazy to put it on since I still had a sore spot from the previous day. "But this one fits differently", I reasoned, as I tried to squeeze my balls through the ring.
I got it on and offered her the lock. She snapped the lock on and tossed the keys in the box. "There's the keys if you have to get out while I am working this evening". I told her that if it wasn't the first full day wearing it I would request that she take the keys with her.
It is my idea to wear the device so she is certainly not worried or even concerned at all about whether I take it off my self.  I am already in a state of self control of masturbation and request that she not allow me to orgasm for extended periods so that I can serve her better. I also have learned that sex is better for me with fewer, much better orgasms.
I don't know if she will have me wear the chastity device again any time soon, but feel that her telling me to wear it this weekend is progress.
She also said that she would reward me for working so hard for her this weekend and mentioned that after my doctor appointment this week, perhaps we could paint my toe nails.  That sounds very exciting.  During intercourse this week, she was whispering fantasies to me and talked about going someplace for a week where I could spend the whole time dressed up female and paint my finger nails too.  Sometimes those fantasies eventually become a reality!
She also whispered about telling other women about me scrubbing her kitchen floor while naked on my hands and knees. That would be so humiliating, but incredibly exciting.  Her fantasy was about telling her best friend and then having her come over to see me at work. That is one of my hottest fantasies, being dominated by my wife and her friend.

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.