Valentine's Day Submission

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An Orgasm a Day.

My wife used to be quite an orgasmic woman.

In those formative years when people experiment with themselves my darling slave experimented quite a bit.

Yet somehow in the years after that exploration and marriage she went from an orgasm a day to 2-3 a week. Quite a difference!

The hope when she was the Mistress was that we would get back to the 1 orgasm a day she used to feel when she was exploring.

Even at the height of her control I could not achieve the desired effect of 1 orgasm a day.

Yet, now with my dominance it is so clear how to get to 1 orgasm a day. Starting tomorrow my slave will be required to orgasm every single day. Quite often I hope to include a lot of intimacy in this however even if she is not fully in the mood she will orgasm every single day because it pleases me.

Thankfully we have the Magic Wand. With that little device she will be able to orgasm every single day within 5-10 minutes even if she is not initially aroused.

She agreed to this readily even though she realizes that she will not always be horny and in the mood for an orgasm.

She wants to achieve a level of sexuality with me that she hasn't achieved before. A required orgasm a day is the best way to it.

Let's see how the first week goes, shall we? ;-)

The Fabled Morning Sex

My slave is often times hard to arouse in the morning. She and I both are not what you would consider morning people in general however for her it is quite noticeable.

Thoughts of arousal are often dimmed by desire for food or to get about starting her day. A totally understandable belief however waking up with a raging erection essentially every day does not make me inclined to not try for some 'fun' between the sheets when I first rise.

That being said from time to time she will wake with desire in the morning. I would say half of those times after some mild petting it is usually agreed to eat breakfast before continuing.

The day after the Magic Wand arrived was a different experience entirely. We laid in bed talking. I ran my fingernails along her arm. Back and forth, gently.

Back and forth up and down her arm. We talked small talk. How each other slept, what our plans for the day were. Things of that nature. All the while my nails running back and forth across her skin just along her left arm. I went all around her arm, raking my nails gently but just firm enough so she could feel me on every inch of her skin.

Our conversation wound down and I found myself getting ready to stand up. My slave did not move though.Well, let me rephrase. She clutched at me and gently began to writhe against my leg.

My slave was primed.

She wanted an orgasm.

She needed an orgasm.

Now, my wife hasn't always been found of bondage. Don't get me wrong she likes a blindfold and tease with her hands tied in such a way as she can scratch an itch or move a bit if she wanted to. But the idea of her hands spread apart unable to move? Usually too much for her and would just kill any scene.

I asked her if she wanted to cum.

Her response was to look down from my eyes and nod her head softly.

I smiled softly and spoke gently"The only way I will allow you to cum is if you are tied up and blindfolded."

She pouted and thought for a moment. Of course by this time I had teased her just a bit more and I knew she wanted this orgasm badly.

She nodded her head softly as she looked at me. I smirked a bit and shook mine. "Ask me."

She looked down, part nerves part her mind wrapping her head around the fact that she wanted to submit I assume.

"Will Sir please tie and blindfold me so that I may orgasm?"

"Yes slave. I will."

Now I had not intended to fuck her right then and there. I figured I could get her off a few times and then we could go about our day with her fucking to be saved for that night.

As she laid there, arms spread wide and tied to the headboard. Her eyes blindfolded. Her nude form writhing against her bondage as I pressed that Magic Wand against her clit until she came I knew I had to take her.

I will let your imagination fill in the blanks here ;-)

Until next time.

The Magic Wand

My wife has always been a bit anxious trying new things in a sexual sense. Stepping outside her comfort zone has always been slowly and with baby steps.

I recall once being in a sex shop with her and looking at the myriad of vibrators we could have bought. I remember having to convince her that buying one with a built in 'rabbit' was the way to go for some great sexual release.

I remember her asking me what "this sorcery" was when the rabbit ears touched her clit for the very first time.

Much of our sexual exploration has been slow, some nervous tension, and then amazing results. Another example is when she was nervous of mounting my face however once that dildo gag was in my mouth she rode herself to a quick and mind numbing orgasm.

Well the other day someone on twitter recommended I get a Magic Wand. I knew of the device and I was already tempted to purchase one. You see we have 180 feet of bondage rope enroute and I saw some pretty interesting looking harnesses with that very vibrator in mind. But I just didn't know if it would be too intense for my slave.

@PropertyofSir on twitter assured me it would be the best decision I made to buy one. With that in mind, and my already large desire to have this for a bondage harness, I purchased it on Friday.

Well, Amazon works fast! I had it in hand Saturday night. I tested it out a bit on myself and I must say the feeling of it on my shaft, for the briefest of moments, was divine. I knew that my slave would be hooked.

My initial plan was to blindfold her and then surprise her with the device. However plans are not always easy to keep. I started to feel sick so I laid on the bed and relaxed. My slave came home and saw the wand and was instantly curious.

She e-mailed me, as is custom upon first waking up and before going to sleep, and told me she was excited to try the wand.

I happened to wake up and read the e-mail before she went to sleep. I looked her in the eyesand asked "Maybe I should wand you right now. Would you like that?"

She immediately averted her gaze from my eyes and squirmed in the bed some yet she did no answer me in the negative or affirmative.

I tilted her chin up so she would look me in the eyes again. "Slave?"

A small, imperceptible nod was my only answer. It was the only one I needed. As I leaned over to plug the wand into the outlet I directed her to pull her sleep pants down and to present.

Definition time! Present is the term I use when I want her to spread her legs for me. When she is standing she spreads her legs and places her hands behind her back. When she is laying on the bed her legs are spread wide and hands are placed on her thighs, so close to being able to touch my property however unable to do so without permission.

By the time I rolled back over she was presented and waiting. I placed the wand to her clit and turned it on low. The effects were almost immediate. Her breathing got heavier, her hips began to gyrate, her body began to respond.

As her eyes fluttered shut and her lips quivered I upped the speed to the high setting. Her muscles clenched, she groaned and in under 5 minutes she came. Within 10 she had two full orgasms.

She even began to giggle for no apparent reason. I am assuming the tension release was great.

Suffice it to say I can not wait to erect a harness to keep the wand in place for hours.

I wonder how long she could last.

How long should I make her last?

 

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.

The True Awakening

It has been approximately 18 months since this blog has last seen use.

That is changing. As is the true meaning of 'awakening'.

Oh, first let me start by explaining why this post is not coming from Mistress K.

She has had an awakening to be certain. She now finds herself wearing my collar. Kneeling before me. Doing as I command.

Since we last visited you we had continued our journeys in BDSM and Male Chastity. I even went a full six weeks without an orgasm. It was quite an experience.

We were planning to dive head first back into the lifestyle come January 1st. I finally had a career that allowed me to wear a Chastity device at work with no issues. I had tested it and come January 1st I was going to be chaste for, at minimum 6 months.

You probably find yourself asking what happened. To be quite honest so do I.

All that I can tell everyone is that she currently serves my will. She cums when I allow it. She is teased more every single time, finding her limits and pushing them.

Entering the world of BDSM was a true awakening. It awoke a need inside my wife. Inside my Mistress. Inside my slave.

I don't know for how long she will want to be the slave in the relationship but what I do know is that while she is I will get inside her mind. I will get inside her soul. And I will take charge of every fiber of her being.

Stay tuned. I guarantee it will be exciting.

Particularly when the 180 feet of dyed red rope arrives for some Shibari.

And Begging for Caging

My slave always comes up with the most devious ideas for me. I barely need to think of ways to torment him; arouse him just a bit, and he’ll end up telling me exactly what he fears and hopes I’m about to do.

That was the case yesterday as we prepared to finally order our Queen’s Keep.

Slave (who works nights and sleeps days) had left me a not-so-humble message requesting that I awaken him that afternoon by “jumping his bones.” I wasn’t particularly in the mood for that, for a variety of reasons, so I decided that I would give him everything he wanted except the orgasm. It seemed a fitting way to start the day we planned to buy our first metal cage.

As I slid naked between the silky sheets and wrapped my hand around his cock, slave immediately woke up as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the bone-jumping in his sleep. He didn’t know yet what was in store. 

“Good morning, love,” I whispered in the playfully dominant tone that he would have recognized as dangerous if he’d been fully awake. The curtains were still drawn and the room dark. His eyes were sleepy and half-aware as I pressed small kisses against his face and ear, my hand quickly teasing his penis upright. “So you want me to jump your bones this morning, hmm?” 

“Mmm, yes.” He reached for my nipples, and I let him touch briefly before deciding that wasn’t what I wanted. Instead of indulging his touch, I pulled my hand away from his cock and pressed my face against his chest, biting his nipple and kissing downward just a few inches. He gasped sharply in expectation, recognizing my usual signal that I am going to continue down his body and suck him. 

As his body tightened in readiness for my mouth, I abruptly moved back up to look him in the eyes.

“Oh, did you think I was going to suck you?” My hand brushed just the edge of the base of his erection. “Did you think I was about to move down here?”

“Yes,” he whimpered with the dawning realization that I was not in a generous mood. Suddenly, he gave me the perfect focus for the afternoon: “You’re going to make me beg to buy the cage, aren’t you?” 

I love it when slave’s innermost desires make themselves known like that. He claims he doesn’t do it on purpose, but it happens so often.

“What a good idea…” I said thoughtfully. “Yes, now that you mention it, I think I will!”

I spent half an hour extending my slow progression of licking and kisses and sucking down his chest, over his stomach, and finally to his pelvis, only to pass it by and suck hard on his inner thigh. Each time I paused to kiss him deeply on the lips before slowly starting my journey again at his nipples, my right hand always trailing down to almost touch his hardness as I kissed. If his hand ever moved toward his cock, I halted, removing it but not bothering to restrain him, starting over again from the top.

When he was breathing hard and gasping at my smallest touch, I finally, unceremoniously took him into my mouth, tightening my lips like the entrance to my pussy, sliding down in one smooth movement to take him fully inside. His balls instantly tightened in my hand, but I sucked hard for a few more seconds before drawing back to work the head with my tongue. He started begging—but not the right way.

“Oh pleeeease, let me cum, please Mistress….”

I sat up and raised an eyebrow. “Cum? Isn’t there something else you’d like to beg for instead?”

As usual, his silence did not last much longer after I applied myself to his rock-hard cock again. 

“Please…Mistress…slave wants to buy the cage…slave wants to be locked up all the time.”

I paused again—not the reaction he’d been hoping for. I released the cock and straddled him, pressing my chest to his and enjoying the intimate contact as I smiled into his eyes. “So you want to be locked up, do you, slave? That’s going to be fun.” 

“Please….” His hips were rotating against me. I was a little wet after all this teasing, and I decided to test the waters, though I doubted I’d let him cum inside me. I sat up and eased him into me slowly, drawing pained gasps from him as I withdrew over and over until he was comfortably inside. “Please…it would be fitting for me to cum inside you on this day that I begged to be caged…” he begged.

“Would it?” I asked skeptically. “I think it would be more fitting if I didn’t let you cum on this day. Don’t you agree?”

His eyes widened as he moaned a bit and shook his head. He touched me and tried to spark my full arousal, but I simply wasn’t in the right mood to follow that path. I teased him a bit more with my wetness, rotating on top of him, clenching around him. And then, with no warning, I withdrew. “Not today, slave.”

His desperate whining and thrusting into the air convinced me to finish him off quickly with a subpar orgasm that would allow him to focus on the other household affairs I wanted to discuss before he left for work. I gave him a quick and fairly unsatisfying hand job to take the edge off his horniness, and we soon proceeded to the Mature Metal website. I was gripping his still-hard cock as I clicked the mouse to finally confirm our purchase of a Queen's Keep.

A note on the purchase, for the curious: Our decision was between the Jail Bird and the Queen’s Keep. He’d favored the Queen’s Keep originally, but we considered the JB because so many people cited it as the most popular. Ultimately, we went with the QK for these reasons: my slave found it aesthetically more pleasing, and we were able to order a security screw. This would allow him to be less self-conscious about a padlock clinking inside his pants, and it would provide insurance that he couldn’t make a copy of the key. (I don’t particularly think he ever would, since this is not truly forced chastity, but it still seems to arouse him to know that he can’t.)

Besides, I must say I like the name of the Queen’s Keep better. It keeps the focus where it belongs: on me, the holder of the key.

Mistress K

French Maid Weekend: The Plan

Fantasy: One weekend my husband cleans the apartment from top to bottom, cooks dinner, manages to look pretty doing it, and is totally ready for sex afterward, while I sit back, read a book, and don’t lift a finger.

Reality: Wait…that’s his fantasy too?!

J will confirm that I have never so quickly and gleefully embraced one of his kinky ideas as I did the French Maid Weekend. I’m so excited about this that I could practically cum just planning it. (Disclaimer: J works weekends and has spent 95% of his free time since we married caring for an ill parent. I don’t want any of you to think he’s just a lazy, terrible slave. But I’m definitely ready for him to take on a more wifely role, and apparently so is he!)

Eventually I’ll buy sissy a maid outfit and some high heels for these occasions. (I hope he didn’t suggest this thinking it would only happen once….) I’m not ready to spend the money on that because we just made another major purchase. 

In the meantime, I think I’ll simply dress him prettily as befits a sissy cleaning house for his Mistress. He will be naked except for a pair of pink and purple lacy panties we ordered from Lane Bryant, and of course his leather collar. Perhaps I will lock up his cock, depending on my mood. I will have him put makeup on—something we have only tried once so far—and paint his nails for the weekend if we have no plans to go out. Throughout the day he will alternate between nipple clamps and his new anal plugs. 

I expect to feel some guilt the first time we do this. I’m used to being the cleaner, and I truly don’t mind it most of the time; to watch him working while I relax will be a little odd. However, I have a feeling that if I can get past the guilt quickly, I will luxuriate in this. 

I will relax on the couch, book in hand, while he scrubs the bathroom and the kitchen. I will sip my sweet tea, idly glancing at him as he dusts and polishes the living room around me, never truly acknowledging him except to remind him that he missed a few spots. When he bends over to pick up the things he’s left strewn about the floor I will stare at the see-through nylon covering his ass until he squirms with self-consciousness. When he squats to shine the glass coffee table next to my couch, I may stand up, bend him over that table, and smack that purple-clad ass until he’s whimpering from the stinging arousal. When he comes over to ask me if he can remove the plug for a while, I will take my time answering as I look my fill at his pouting face with his long-lashed eyes and his shiny red lips. I can picture how he will stare down at the floor, his expression half petulant and half submissive as he enjoys yet resents my reaction to his very pretty mascaraed and glossed face. 

At the end of the day, when I feel he’s accomplished enough, he will worship me with his tongue until I take my pleasure. 

J and I have discussed why this scenario appeals to both of us at length. For now, I’ll summarize: I deserve it, and he wants to do it. 

I can’t wait.

Mistress K

Games

Why expend effort to torment my slave when I can force him to torment himself, instead?

A few nights ago my slave asked very nicely if there was any chance he might cum in the morning when he arrived home from work.

My slave knows that I’m not a morning person. At 7 am I want bacon, tea, and a hot shower. I do not want to pay attention to my slave’s puny cock. Nor do I want him just cumming without me, gaining pleasure without thoughts of me at the front of his mind.

Still, I was feeling benevolent, and I wanted to try out some ideas inspired by the internet. As you may have deduced from “Choices,” I’m a fan of letting my slave cum but tormenting him in the process.

“Yes, you may cum tomorrow,” I said, “Here are your rules: You may not cum until leave for work. If you start jerking before then, you must keep going, non-stop, until I’m gone. If you cum too soon, or if you stop jerking once you’ve started, you will not cum for at least one week.

“Finally, you must cum in your pink panties, and you will put them on as soon as you get home.”

I knew that sissy wouldn’t be able to resist stroking himself as soon as those satiny panties went on. I knew he would get home a good hour before I left for work. In other words, I knew I would go about my morning routine undisturbed while my slave lay on the bed whimpering and gingerly stroking my property, trying not to explode until I was gone.

I was hoping he’d hold out, but I admit I did not make it easy. I paraded my dripping body in front of him after my shower. Whenever I passed by the bed I trailed my fingers along the panties, listening to him gasp and groan as I tweaked his nipples.

Finally, when his whole body was shaking and he was barely moving his hand for fear of cumming, I was ready to go. “You may cum now, sissy,” I said as I strolled from the room. I paused and glanced back, deciding I rather wanted to watch him cum in his panties for the first time.

Noticing that I was still there, he gasped, “Now?!” his eyes widening in panic.

“Yes, now. You won’t be penalized for cumming before I go.”

“Ahhhhhh!” I watched as he finally let himself go, moaning as hot cum spurted into his panties. Being a spur-of-the-moment kind of gal, I snatched up his phone and snapped a close-up picture.

“Do what you want with that,” I said, tossing the phone back on the bed. “Have a nice day, love.”

Mistress K

While the Iron's Hot

Our first anal experience was completely unplanned.

For months my slave had been hinting—sometimes not at all subtly—that he wanted it. First the vibrator appeared, intended for use on him although it ended up equally useful for me. Next came the instinctive flinching whenever he was tied up, as if I were about to conduct a sneak attack on his anus while he couldn’t see or move. Then he described his fantasies of being tied spread-eagle and forced to beg me to fuck him in the ass. Of course we would find a strap-on that stimulated me, too, he promised.

I was not too sure about all this. First of all, anal meant being careful. What if I hurt him? I could shove the thing in too fast, or in the wrong direction, or without quite enough lube, and bam, problems! (At least, it seemed so to me.) And the other thing was…well, it was gross. Surely my hands, the sheets, and everything else would end up slick with bacteria-laden lube, and that simply wasn’t appealing.

Fortunately, I have a time-tested method of forcing myself to try scary new things: I surprise myself by just doing it, without forethought, completely out of the blue.

“It’s just so gross,” I said, for the first time fully explaining my reasons for delaying this. J was tied hand and foot to the bed, lying on his back, chatting with me as I idly teased us both. “And I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I don’t know.”

“You won’t hurt me as long as you use lots of lube, and as long as I’m not gagged and can talk to you. As for the mess, well, we’ll put a towel under my butt, and I have nice Nitrile gloves in my bag so you don’t have to feel latex against your skin.” My slave knows I hate the feel of latex. (Unfortunate for a Domme, but so it goes.)

I pondered him quietly for a moment while the wheels turned in the back of my head. Suddenly, without consciously making a decision, I sprang up from the bed. “Where are the gloves?” I asked.

“What…what are you doing?” he asked tremulously.

“Striking while the iron’s hot,” I said. “Where are they?”

Soon the towel was spread beneath him, my hair was pulled back, and I was ominously snapping a pair of purple medical gloves between my hands.

“Well. Let’s do this.” His legs trembled as I lubed my palms and liberally spread the slippery liquid over the vibrator. A whimper escaped him as my fingers gently slid into his crack, slicking moisture all around, sliding ever-so-slightly inside.

“You’re really doing this?” His high-pitched whine rang with disbelief that part of his fantasy was actually being enacted. I merely slid the tip of the vibrator into him in response.

As I watched his hips rise and grind toward my hand, his fists clenching against the headboard, his face contorted…I knew that once again he’d been right. After seeing how much he enjoyed this, I was going to want to do it again…and again…and again….

Mistress K