Valentine's Day Submission

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How Mistress K Lost Control

When my wife first gave me those submissive eyes that Master's and Mistress's know all too well. That same look that I had given her more times than I can count over the last 3 years. I knew I had to snatch the opportunity presented.

My wife was getting stressed by her work commitments and every day life. She was feeling anxious about everything including dominating me at home.

It was all so much. How could she handle all the stress without something giving? She couldn't. No one could.

I convinced her that she needed to cede control to me in order to allow me to help quell her stress and anxiety.

She agreed.

This happened very early in December.  Since then she has had a choice. She could either continue submitting to my will or she could lock that chastity cage on my cock and take charge back. I realize it was an incredible risk because who knows how sadistic she might have gotten after tasting the other side of the whip. I could have wound up without an orgasm for over a year I imagine.

Every week the choice was the same. She choose to submit.

One day I told her that every week was not working for me. It was simply too short. I preferred every two weeks. She agreed.

That also changed today.

Before I left for work I explained to K that while she had certainly been submissive to my will I still did not have control. Every time she was able to make a decision regarding submitting to me or not was eroding the trust I was building. How could I be the Master and her the slave if she could simply stop things at any point?

This was much different than having a talk about the direction of things, using a safeword, or changing intensity. Her decision was submission or Dominance.

When I came home I asked if she had made her bi-weekly decision. I expected her to tell me to continue for two weeks with a reasoning/explanation as to why she could not give up her grasp on control and trust me.

Today we did away with her bi-weekly decision at her request.

Now the power is mine. I must remain focused and confident for her. She needs my loving yet stern hand to guide her into a better place.

She says she still feels awkward to be called my 'slave' because she is not doing things to please me she is more interested in fixing herself.

Yet with minimal enforcement she has followed my rules even while both of us suffered from the Flu(thankfully on different weeks!)

As I explained to her. I am not doing this for my pleasure. That is a side benefit to me. I am doing this for her benefit.

I know from my own experience when I was the slave that one must be broken down before they can be built back up stronger and better.

This is step 1 of the breaking of Mistress slave K.

Stay tuned for more.

Guest Blog: A Love Letter to Mistress K from sub J

Dear Mistress,

I am writing this letter in response to your desire for a guest blog. The one suggestion we received was for a love letter to you. So, without further ado, here goes nothing!

I love you with all of my heart, mind, and soul! I knew when I married you that you completed me, but boy, I did not realize just how much you completed me! This last month or so has been exquisite in the depth to which you have gone to truly take me over as your slave.  

I love the way you look into my eyes and say, “Not today, slave” while I rest between your thighs, tongue gently lapping at your clit, finger making circles against your g-spot. 

I love the way you tie me to the bed, music playing in my headphones, unable to talk or see while you run your hands along my body, along your cock. It makes me shiver just writing it!

I love the way that you crop me while I am gagged so you don’t have to hear my whimpers and groans from the pain. I know it makes it easier for you to punish your slave harder if you can’t hear him.

I love the way you leave me tied spread eagle on my stomach. Will you toy with my anus? You know it is awkward for me and at the same time highly arousing. You know just what pushes my buttons.

I love the way you bought me my first pair of panties, and even when I was scared and nervous about wearing them out, you replaced my boxers with pink satin panties while I was showering. It was an exquisite day.

I am sure that as we grow old together as Husband and Wife, we will grow into a permanent Mistress & slave/sissy life as well.

                                                                                                                                       In Loving Slavery,

 

                                                                                                                                            slave