Monday, December 22

New Trainer!

As you may know, david has been without a personal trainer for many months now, ever since the last one left town. I've therefore had it in my mind for a while to wrangle up a new one. It came to a bit of a head because he's been very gradually increasing his weight again. I hadn't asked in a while, but was shocked just the other day to learn he had put on almost 10 pounds of the about 30 he had lost before.

After a little discussion on that point,


I decided I needed to step the search up several notches. After the experiences we have had in the past, I really wanted to find another kinky trainer for david. The first two I would say we "corrupted" gradually. The last one was actually a part-time trainer, part-time pro domme. Expensive compared to regular trainers, but obviously the easiest to work with. But I have no more like that at my fingertips, and the thought of bringing in another vanilla trainer and corrupting her just sounds exhausting to me, and risky, and with a fifty-fifty chance of not even being that satisfactory in the end.

But I have come to believe that kink is essential in a trainer for david. It really motivates him to look forward to his sessions, and to behave himself like a good boy throughout the week (he knows he's getting spanked anyways, and obeying his female trainer comes naturally to him). It does not need to be a lot of kink, just a touch here and there. I think the last trainer was maybe us going overboard on that. So I am striving for a nice middle ground.

So, I hit the web and found a few likely candidates online, and I emailed them from a fresh, anonymous email address, indicating exactly what I was looking for:
Hi! I'm the wife to a 30-something married guy, reasonably fit, looking for once weekly serious personal training for him on a weekday evening in our home but with a little kinky fun mixed in (i.e., some light personal trainer domination - smack with a riding crop - little spanking for bad eating - a little teasing - that sort of thing. no sex. Just a little fun kink, sometimes to his bare bottom). Really am interested in you training him primarily along with monitoring and coaching him on diet and supplemental exercise - but he finds it hard to keep motivated and so I wanted this extra bit to spice it up to keep it fresh for him. He is a bit of a subby and this sort of thing excites him. He is a dear man, completely harmless, and completely willing to do anything you ask of him. He will be very respectful of you at all times. Let me know by return email if you are interested, and you and I can arrange to meet somewhere public to discuss (this is not my "real" email address - I thought it wisest to send out inquiries like this anonymously for obvious reasons - and we will keep the kinky side of all of this VERY private). I will pay a premium of course, and am happy to pay a session fee for your trouble in meeting with me. Thank you!
I sent out three of these messages, to three different female trainers in my area who seemed to be solo and not affiliated with any company and who advertised "in-home training". Did not hear anything back at all from two of them (no surprise there), but got lucky on one of them (that was a surprise)! Her message was short and to the point:
Maybe we can work something out! Let me know when you would like to meet.
We exchanged a few emails to set a mutually convenient time and a place, and we wound up meeting for coffee.

From her e-mail address, which contained her full name, I was able to google her, so I found a photo and knew what she looked like. She looked young, and cute, and fit.

For the sake of her privacy, I will not share any of her private details, so I have selected a stand-in for her for the purposes of our blog, a Danish fitness model named Mette Lyngholm I found when I searched Google images for photos of female personal trainers who reminded me of her. I think Mette is very sexy and she turns me on, so I can only imagine how she will affect you male readers out there thinking of her spanking you!


So, with apologies to Mette, we shall call our girl "Margareta" (Mette is derived from that), or "Miss Lyngholm" to you!

So, Mags and I met for coffee. At the appointed time she was sitting there waiting for me, on her little computer with a mug of tea. I walked right up to her and introduced myself. She was at first shocked and said "how do you know what I look like?", but then she immediately answered her own question, "oh, from my email."

She's in her early twenties, so about 15 years younger than david and I. Not quite young enough to be my daughter, maybe more like my little sister. Very bubbly and enthusiastic. Quite small in stature. A lithe dancer's body. And obviously quite passionate about fitness. She looked to be in great shape


I hope she's not too young for what I have in mind. I will have to check in frequently and look out for her well being.

I started by asking her about her qualifications as a personal trainer. Though it is only part-time for her, I was quite satisfied with her training and experience level. I described david to her and showed her some photos of him on my iPad, and also some photos of our home where she would be training him. I described david's weight loss and fitness journey, and showed her the app david uses to record food, weight, and exercise (he had been recording all along - meticulously recording his 3000 calorie days and his 10 pound weight gain in fact!!!). She asked if she could access the app, so I gave her the login information and she confirmed she was able to get in on her little computer. I showed her where she could find various things.

We then spoke a bit about her philosophy with regards to exercise and eating (she believes diet is king, and exercise is added, which jibes perfectly with me). She asked a bit more about david's lifestyle and habits as it regards food and exercise. As we had not spoken about it at all, I finally raised it: "and are you ok with the kinky thing?".

Very surprisingly, she responded "oh sure, that's no problem at all", as if I had asked if she was ok with giving him situps to do or something like that! She went on to say "At Halloween I dressed up in a costume with a riding crop, and I whipped everyone around me!"

Oh dear. These young people nowadays!

I felt compelled to explain a bit more about david's psychology, how this keeps it interesting for him and all. Did not faze her at all. She obviously saw it as a small thing, with some potential for added fun. Very open minded, obviously!

We "negotiated" a price. I asked her what she charges, and she gave me her usual rate, and added some on for travelling to our place. It was so low! I more than doubled it. Her mouth kind of dropped open. She said "this is for the kink?". I said partially that, but also I wanted her to monitor david's diet and exercise throughout the week, send him little reminders to behave himself, take some extra time each session to review the week, and still get a full hour of training in. I also told her I wanted to keep her enthusiastic about coming to train him, and that would include cash bonuses when he achieves certain goals! She said it should be him who gets the bonuses, not her. She thanked me profusely, and then I paid her the agreed upon session rate for her time meeting me.

So the first session time is all set. I emailed her a follow up note from my legit email address laying out the agreed upon rate, the duties and expectations (non kinky), confirming his current weight and body fat, and what my longer-term goals were for him (15% body fat and more muscle - he looks good in his photos, I told her, but she'll see if she strips him that he can well afford to lose some tummy fat and gain some muscle mass!). I also laid out a bonus structure for her of smaller goals along the way. Each interim goal was a certain weight he had to be under for 7 days in a row.

On the kinky side, I said that for my part I was fine with anything she chose to do to him with regards to swatting him on the bum and legs, and any amount of nudity for him (front or back), or any little outfits she wanted to dress him in for his workout; but was also very careful to point out that she should only do whatever she is completely comfortable with, and that the session fee has no bearing on that, and that I have no particular expectations of her in that regard whatsoever. Just whatever feels fun and comfortable, but only she must pretend it's all very serious for the sake of the game!

I told david about her, and about my note and our meeting, so he knows the situation. He emailed her a polite little note introducing himself and giving her the directions to our house. She emailed back something short saying,
I am looking forward to training you too.
I'm noticed david has already started cleaning up his act on the food front. So I think it's already working, even before the first session. Though he did slip once. I told him to email Mags. He sent,
doh!
just entered my food today... 3000 Kcal. All of it junk. Doh!
I will do better tomorrow! I promise.
david
david showed me her response:
Oh thats not good!!!!!!!!!!
You will get punished!!!
 
Sent from my iPhone
So, she seems to be in the spirit of things already! Am looking forward to what the first training sessions brings. I will keep you all posted!

One more set of photos of Mags for the road:


I hope she spanks hard!

Monday, December 15

david's Doctor's Visit

My husband had his annual physical the other day. That's always a fun time of the year, when a woman he barely knows strips him bare and sticks her finger up his bum!


His Doctor is really my Doctor. For the longest time he skipped any sort of medical checkups. In fact, until I put my foot down the last Doctor he had seen was his pediatrician. One day I just made him an appointment for him with my (Female) Doctor and that was that. He has been going once a year ever since.

Since david has a family history of prostate cancer, the examination has invariably included a PSA blood test in advance, and a finger up his bum during. While he is embarrassed by these things as they happen, he actually quite looks forward to it. The only thing he really fears is an erection in advance of the proceedings, because then the Doctor will know for sure what's on his dirty little mind. I think he worries that she'll make a little note in his file (like in the Seinfeld episode) and send him to a male Doctor. Would serve the perv right ;-)

A couple of years ago there was a different Nurse, and her instructions to him were to get undressed and to put on the paper gown hanging behind the door. Now david told me that he was unsure if that meant all the way undressed, or to keep his underpants on underneath the robe. He told me that he took everything off and then sat and waited. But then he started getting an erection, so he chickened out and slipped his underwear on and then thought of math problems!

Last year there was a new Nurse who told him to "strip to his skivvies" (her words) and wait in the examination room. The same was expected this year.

I gave him my own orders, though. I told him that this year I required him to put on the paper gown, with nothing underneath. I told him I wanted him totally bare under the loose thin paper gown.


He complained that he would get an erection! I told him that he had better just keep his mind off sexy things in that case.

Well, my boy followed through and he told me about the experience.

As expected, the Nurse told him to "strip to his skivvies". But instead of doing that, he undressed completely and put on the paper examination gown. Then he sat there on the examination table, feet dangling. He told me he had to sit delicately and to adjust the gown carefully so as not to leave any gaps.

He said the worst part was just sitting there, because his erection came and went. As soon as he thought about what he was doing and what might happen, the erection came. He then had to distract himself mightily for it to subside again. He was left there for about 5 minutes, he judges. During that time, he noticed that the room had been prepared by either the Nurse or the Receptionist, and that part of the preparation involved the laying out, in full view on a table at the base of the examination bed, and with nothing else laid out on that same table, an industrial sized tube of lube. david said he imagined the Nurse or Receptionist snickering as she read the charts for the next patient and laid out the necessaries for a digital rectal examination of my young man by his pretty female Doctor.


Maybe it's just because I'm so immature, but I think it's wonderful fun that ALL the staff know what happens to my dear husband in the examination room.


I know if I worked as a Receptionist in a Female Doctor's office I would make it a point to smirk at the male patients as they walked gingerly out the door!

Then the Nurse bustled into the room and closed the door. We guessed she wasn't too fussed about the skivvies versus the gown, because she said nothing about it. Maybe she thought he had skivvies on under the gown, and he was just being especially bashful that day?

She made him stand and go to the scale. First he had to step up on the scale and to face away to get weighed. As he stood there, he said he steeled himself and allowed the robe to part in back so the Nurse could see his bare butt! Bad boy!

Good thing I took mercy on him and didn't mark up his bottom with my strap and make it blush with my paddle before his appointment. Otherwise the Doctor and Nurse, who both would have seen the evidence of his well-spanked bottom firsthand, and the young female Receptionist, who would no doubt have been told about it afterwards, would have all enjoyed quite a good laugh at his expense!!! I wonder if they have a protocol they need to follow for cases of suspected spousal abuse? Perhaps we'll have to find out next year?

He was then told to turn and face outwards so that his height could be measured. david said he could start feeling the erection rise. In fact, he says the erection started rising the moment he stepped on the scale and decided to put on a peep show for the nurse. After he turned, he said it felt semi hard, but he did not know if he was tenting his paper gown or not, as he did not dare to look down. At any rate, the Nurse kept up a comfortable banter, and made no mention of his lack of skivvies, his bare butt, or any semi-erection she might or might not have spotted. Then she left and david was instructed to sit and wait for the Doctor, as she would be along shortly.

david once again willed his erection to go away by completely distracting himself.

The Doctor came in and gave him his usual examination. She kept him covered with the gown the whole time, and never saw or touched his genitals at all. At a certain point in the exam, she told him "time for the fun part" (literally, according to him!).

She doesn't do him like this:


which is more the shame as this position is so sexually submissive, as if he's about to get a good whipping followed by a nice hard fucking.

No, she has him roll over onto his side, and put his knees to his chest. Then she parts the robe good and wide so his bare bottom is nicely on display and accessible. I also happen to know from personal experience that his balls poke out between his legs when he is knee to chest. I'm sure his Doctor got a proper eye full.

He says she lubed him and her and then inserted the finger telling him to just relax and breathe. She felt around in there and gave david the "blow by blow", proclaiming his prostate big and soft and smooth and perfectly healthy as she rooted around in there.

At this time, david did give himself permission to get a bit of an erection, as he felt that such might be a normal male reaction in such a situation. I did not know he could control it to such an extent. He says it's all about what you think about.

The Doctor pulled out and then used a wipe to clean his bumhole off.

He was then told they were all done and to sit up while she wrote out a prescription for him (he takes cholesterol lowering medications - bad genes I guess - it's high even when he eats clean).

david told me he definitely had an erection right after the rectal exam, especially as he could still feel the goop squishing around in his hole as he sat. But he kept his hands on his lap, pushing it down so the Doctor would not notice (she probably did - I certainly would have - I always know when a guy is hiding a hard-on. It's something about the way they hunch over, and the look in their eyes. I don't think he was fooling anyone, least of all his experienced Doctor who gave him that hard-on.)

Well that was his Doctor's office adventure. After he told me about it, I took him across my knee and gave him a good hard spanking for exposing his bare bottom to the Nurse. I definitely DID NOT ask him to do that.


 After his spanking I made him sit on his sore bare bottom and write out for me 100 times:

"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"
"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"
"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"
"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"


"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"
"I must not display my bare bottom to the Nurse without my Wife's permission"
...

It was then back across my knee for the hairbrush. Five very strict strokes for every line he messed up in any way whatsoever. He got 155. I'm very picky.


Then it was off to the living room where he was forcibly MADE to display his bare spanked bottom for a good half hour.


 Bad Boy!

Thursday, November 20

Husband Rope-Whipped for being Slothful

You won't believe this!

So, we get a thing in the mail a few months ago that says we have to renew our license plate stickers. If you did it before a certain date, you saved some money as rates were going up.

Now, david is in charge of the cars, period. His responsibility.

I noticed the things still there after the magic date. That made me a bit angry, I must confess. No huge deal, just a few extra bucks, but really? And no, he didn't get punished for that, and certainly not severely whipped with a doubled-up purple nylon rope.


Maybe he earned himself a day in bra and panties, or something like that? But whatever, I let it slide.

So he goes online and pays, and a few weeks later the stickers for the license plates show up. Well in time, a whole month before the existing ones expire.

And there they sit near the kitchen phone. Week after week after week. Now it gets into October. Ok, still not expired yet. Now it gets into November. Definitely expired! Stickers still sitting in kitchen. As we drive out in the morning "Ah shit! I forgot the stickers again! I'll do it tonight." This happens several times. Still no rope whipping from me. No harm, no foul, right? But I know what you're thinking, gentle reader. He hasn't earned himself a brutal rope whipping surely, but maybe a trip across my knee for a visit with Ms. Hairbrush? Whatever, I let that one slide also.

It's the weekend, we are driving up North to visit my brother and his family. We are a block away from our house and david says. "Ah shit shit! The sticker!" So we drive back. He idles the car in front of the house while I run in and grab the sticker, and stick it on myself. Nope. Still no rope whipping. At least the sticker is on.


How can I be this lenient, you ask? Well, I don't scene his ass for every minor infraction. And certainly not a major scening like a rope whipping. But yeah, maybe it was time for him to be bending over for the belt followed by some panties-lowered corner time in the living room as penance.  And how about his fucking language? Maybe penance with a bar of soap in his mouth. Maybe after we got back.

We meet my brother and his family at a restaurant. We have a nice meal. We walk out back to the car. There is snow. david has no brush in the car to clean off the snow and ice. Nope. Still not a rope whipping offence. Maybe it was adding up to a strapping by now. Certainly not a cruel whipping with a rope...

My brother is prepared. He has a brush and ice scraper and he cleans off our car for us as david stands there like a helpless girl with his thumb up his ass. "What's this?" my brother asks. It looks to be a parking ticket.


We can't believe it! A parking ticket for parking in the restaurant's private parking lot? I take it from my brother. Address is back in Toronto. Ticket is not a parking violation, it is a $40 ticket for failing to have an up-to-date license plate sticker!!!!!

"You are so going to so get it when I get you home, mister!" I say, waving the ticket at david. My brother is not "in on it" but he knows I'm sort of bossy and david is sort of pussy whipped. But he doesn't know that david is about to be a lot more than just pussy whipped!

And yes, that was the last straw. Add it all up, and his ass would be getting such a severe whipping with a rope he was going to wish he never asked me to scene him those many years ago!

I had once seen a movie on TV where a teenage girl got sent to her bedroom for a whipping from her immigrant Dad for having a bad report card. A whipping with a rope. After her pretty intense whipping the Dad tied her wrists together with the same rope and tied the rope to the bed frame. There she lay, tied to the bed and crying with her jeans down around her ankles. I thought it very frightening (but oddly arousing!) at the time (I was a teenager myself when I saw that). That was the punishment I was going to recreate on david.

When we get home, very first thing I say as soon as we are inside: "go up to the bedroom, strip,  lie face down on the bed, and wait for me!"

We have a decently heavy 6' length of nylon rope intended for bondage. I was going to whip his ass with that rope.

I got the rope out and walked up to david. I doubled up the rope and then just whipped it down on his ass. What a mark it left! A big loopy welt on the far side of his hips. david rolled over to his side and screamed a bit. "Get back there!" I warned. I whipped it down again and again, marking his ass and legs all over. I only gave him about two dozen hard ones, but he was whimpering from fear and pain before I was done. Then I sat on his marked up ass, made him put his hands above his heads, quickly tied his wrists together and then tied the rope to the headboard. I did all of this while saying hardly a word. He knew why he was being punished.
I left him there like that, again without saying a word. His ass was very well welted.  I left him like that for about a half hour. He didn't see it, but on the way out I grabbed my strap-on dildo.

When I came back I had my strap-on dildo on over my panties. I left him tied face down on the bed. I made him get up on his knees. I got behind him, I lubed him roughly, and I stuck it into him. Still not a word said. The rough ass fucking was part two of his punishment. Before I was done he had collapsed to his tummy on the bed, his hands still tied above his head to the bed frame. I continued his punishment fucking in that position, relishing the welts I had inflicted on him.


As I fucked what was left of his brains out he grunted with every thrust. My intention was to spell out for him, non verbally, that he was my little ass whipped bitch and he better shape up or else that rope will be coming out again to play with his ass cheeks!

I pulled out of him and flipped him over to face up. Hands still bound. I stripped off and mounted him, siting on his face.


"Lick, bitch, and you better get the job done or I'll whip your front side as bad as I did your back side".

I came like that, grinding my pussy into his mouth and nose as he licked with a certain desperation.

I love being the Alpha Wife to a pussy-whipped husband! If only my brother could see me now...

Monday, November 17

eSubbie Waxed!

Some of you have been asking after my little eSubbie, jessie, recently introduced in my blog post A new eSubbie! Where we left off, jessica was told to go get herself waxed: a full Brazilian. It was a long wait, and I think we all thought she had chickened out, but not so. Not so at all! And here is a "small bit" of evidence, in living color!

Yes, that is fully erect! Ha ha!

I'll let jessica describe the experience in more or less her own words (I had to solicit several emails to get the detail I required, so I'll edit her responses together for you into one coherent description).

But before we start, recall that here is hairy little jessica before she was instructed to shave and get her waxing.


In my emails to jessie, first she was told to shave her legs. Then I instructed her to get the Brazilian, and that she had to wear her panties and be sure to leave them out on top of the pile of clothes so the attendant would not miss them. She was also instructed to tell the attendant exactly why she was getting waxed. Namely because her online Domme told her to!

So with that background, here is jessie's Brazilian recounting.



I did it Ms. Julie. I was really embarrassed. You were right. It was a girl. Her name was Abby. There was literally no other man in there. Only me.

Here's how it started. I looked it up online. The first time I called, a lady answered and I lost my nerve and hung up. A few days later I called and made an appointment.

"I'd like to make an appointment for a bikini waxing."

"Okay. And who are you making this with?"

"Oh. Um. This is my first time."

"Oh, okay. All of our staff are women. Is this Brazilian for you, sir?"

"Yyyes."

"Are you comfortable with a woman doing the procedure."

"Yes that's okay."

"Good. I'll pencil you in with Abby."

Then we set the date and time and I waited. Very nervously. I spent a lot of time thinking about which panties to wear. Why had I not bought any plain white ones...? I went with the only plain pair I'd bought. The light pink ones.



The place looked like a salon I guess. Very nicely decorated. Flowers everywhere. Big red chairs in the front room. And the walls. I couldn't not notice the pictures on the walls. Women. In their bikinis. Showing off their waxings. It made me feel even more isolated as the only man. Also it flashed across my mind what you would be putting me in come swim season, Ms. Julie.

I didn't have time to think about that though. Abby called me in. She was wearing blue jeans. Tight on her waist and thighs. More open below her knees. She wore a black jacket, or maybe it was a big shirt. Like a uniform top. Button down. Her hair was dyed auburn. And she was hot! Short, dyed hair (she told me she dyed it) and a pretty smile. Not to mention her wide hips in those gorgeous blue jeans. ahhhhh...

She told me to undress and left. I took off my clothes, laid my panties on top like you told me to (Abby didn't notice them until the end though). When she came back she had me lay down. We talked while she waxed me. She asked me if I was a swimmer. No I said. She told me I was the first man she'd had come in in a while.

"Oh," I said, "I just wanted to look, you know, like the models do I guess."

She smiled.

"No I didn't mean like the ones you guys have up here!" I blurted.

"Don't be embarrassed. I know what you mean. Those muscley guys who wax their muscled abs and stuff." As she said it she just barely touched my flat tummy.

The procedure itself was not without erection. I couldn't help it. Abby smiled when I blushed, but she didn't seem put off. Maybe that happens a lot? Small talk with her, and her touching my cock was the best part. The actual waxing hurt though. My eyes teared up, but I tried to hide that from her (you know, with fake yawns).

First she put baby powder on me. That was literally the most erotic part. She said the powder helps keep the wax from sticking to skin.

Then she covered my pelvic area with... whatever it was... hot wax I guess. She used this little stick thing. A bunch of them. That's where the discomfort started. It's not like it's painful, just an uncomfortable sensation. The pain came when she pulled the strip of cloth (that she put on after the wax). She pulled it off me and I guess it just literally pulls the hair out. This is where I cried. But I tried to hide that because Abby was pretty.

And oh yes Ms Julie, after the pelvis, she did the balls. She waxed my balls! I was hard while she did it and glowing red because of it. This photo is pretty much as she saw me, erection and everything!


Then she turned me over to do the bum. And I take back what I said. This was the most erotic part. Her putting baby powder on my ass. I don't know what that means that I liked her touching my ass even more than my penis... oops i mean my clitty like you said.

She did go between my bum cheeks. I had to really try not to lift my ass into her hand (when she was rubbing powder in) but again the pleasure was followed by discomfort and then pain.

You know Ms Julie it's sort of an odd similarity, waxing and spanking I mean, if you play with your spankee first. There's pleasure then discomfort then pain. Then a bit of reassurance at the end. Abby rubbed some lotion on my ass. I imagined myself over her knee while she did my ass. I don't know if I was thinking about being spanked or being fingered. Maybe both.

But then when it was all done she told me to get dressed. She glanced at my clothes then, so I thought she saw them. My panties. Then I knew. She didn't say anything but she smiled a smile that was just so telling. Then it got more humiliating. She didn't leave the room when I got dressed. I literally stood there pulling up my panties when she says,

"I'll see you again, okay? Typically my girls make an appointment with me a week in advance, so call early!"

I felt attracted to this girl when I saw her, and during the procedure. But this made it clear she didn't see me in that way at all, and not even enough to leave the room for my dressing. Like I wasn't a man. So humiliating!

I'll be honest with you, Ms. Julie, I didn't tell her about you. I'm sorry! I just couldn't! I felt so attracted to her and I don't know. I guess something manly inside me didn't want to admit I was such a sissy.

Think that's about it. I pulled up my pants and walked out. Another woman in a skirt walked in after me.

Did I do ok Ms Julie? Oh and what did you think of my two pictures? Now you've seen my ass hairy, smooth, and in 2 different panties. Oh and you've seen it red! That spanking picture.

   jessica


So that was jessie's account of her waxing. How much fun was that for her???  She mentioned the spanking photo above. Here it is:


But isn't jessica so much prettier now without all that nasty hair!


I think david needs to get waxed now!

Thursday, November 13

Massage Boy

Have a bit of a change of pace to report for this blog entry. My boy gave me a lovely massage where, completely on his own initiative, we role-played "full service massage boy" and "Madam customer".

It started when he brought home some massage lotion purported to have aphrodisiac properties. He was excited to take that lotion for a spin on me.

He set up our massage table in the bedroom, dimmed the lights, and put on spa music. He was all showered up and shaved for me, and wearing loose fitting white pants, bare feet, and a nice tight yoga shirt. He held up the sheet and averted his eyes as I placed my little nude self onto the massage table. Then he draped the sheet over me.

He said something like "are you comfortable Madam?" I didn't know we were role playing, and still was not sure at this point, but as it went on it became clear he was playing massage therapist boy and I lady customer.

He did a great job on the massage. He kept me covered with maybe just peek-a-boo touches "by accident" here and there on the sides of my breasts and near my pussy.


At one point he draped me so that the sheet was between my butt cheeks and tucked under a leg, and the whole one side of my body was bare from tip to toe, but nothing naughty was showing. That was nice, those nice long strokes.

He had me turn over. He held up the sheet shielding his eyes from my nakedness as I turned, and put the sheet back down again. He then modestly undraped various bits of me and continued the massage.

Acting very decisively, he rolled the sheet up to my waist, uncovering my bare sex. He bent down over me and started going down on me. Just a few licks. Nice. Then he got some lube and massaged that into my pussy, and I do mean into. That was very nice. He had me moaning.

Then, as if it was just another phase of the massage, he stripped off all his clothes and got up on the table between my legs. He was very hard. He gently inserted himself into me, and being very careful to keep all his weight off me began slow, shallow, gentle thrusting.

"Madam should let me know if the depth and speed is acceptable."

I let him know it was barely acceptable. I encouraged him to go faster and deeper, and he obliged clumsily.

I don't orgasm from vaginal intercourse, but he is liable to at any point, so before too long he asked me, "Does Madam prefer to complete vaginally, anally, or orally?" As if he didn't know!

I played along. "Orally" I answered him.

He pulled out and went down to the end of the table, bent over and started going down on me again.

He paused at one point and came up to me at the end of the table. His hard cock was right at my head. "If Madam would like..." he said.

I smiled and took his big hard cock into my mouth, and sucked him off a bit. It was for my pleasure.


"A little more vaginal intercourse, boy" I instructed him, "and then you may finish with your mouth."

He gently guided me over onto my side, and he inserted into me that way while still standing.


I didn't know how much longer he could hold out, so I had mercy on him and instructed, "Now, finish me with your mouth."

"Would Madam prefer on her back, side, or face down and bottom up?" he asked.

He genuinely did not know the answer to that, as I like all three. But it just so happened I was in the mood for belly down and ass up. So sue me! It does not mean I want to be spanked!!! It's just that his tongue gets in there better... "On my stomach, please."

He arranged some pillows under my hips and he guided me to bottoms up across them. I must have been quite a sight!


 "Lick my anus first, boy. Then go wash your mouth out with soap, and finish with my pussy."

"Of course, Madam." He answered.

He licked and lapped at my asshole, and got in nice and deep with his tongue, parting my cheeks with his hands to allow for better access. "Continue until I tell you to stop." I said. He would not cum from this, so I allowed him to continue servicing my bottom hole in this manner for quite some time.

"That will do." I said.

He stopped and went to the ensuite bathroom, where he proceeded to wash his own mouth out with soap. From the sounds of it, he was being very thorough. Ha ha!

He came back and he started gently lapping at my pussy and clit. He did a great job (he is very well trained, after all). As he licked, he rubbed my still slippery back and flanks with his hands. Mmmmmm.

"Finger in my ass, please, to finish."

"Yes Madam, Of course, Madam."

He lubed my asshole and his finger, gently stuck it in, and started thrusting as he continued licking. I actually like this combination if truth be told, and came quite quickly. A nice shuddering climax. Yum!

He removed the pillows from under my hips and I lay back down on the massage table. He re-draped me. Then he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He came back and finished off my massage with a nice upper back and shoulder rub.

"Was everything to Madam's satisfaction?"  He asked.

"Not really. I found your penile thrusting to be clumsy and lacking in finesse." I said.

"I'm terribly sorry, Madam!" He answered.

"Does this establishment have a client administered punishment policy?" I asked.

"Yes Madam. At Madam's full discretion."

"Fine fine. And what implements are available to me here?"

"There's a paddle and strap we keep in the therapy room, Madam."

"In that case, fetch me the strap, boy. We'll see if a good strapping to your backside won't teach you a lesson in the importance of finesse while pleasing a woman."

Yes Madam. I'm so sorry Madame. I'll fetch the strap immediately, Madam."

I stood up holding the sheet against me as he went to fetch the implement from our bedside drawer.


He handed me the strap. He was still naked and hard.

"You may thank your lucky stars, boy, that I won't make the punishment fit the crime and take this strap to that clumsy hard penis of yours."

"Yes Madam. Thank You Madam!"

"I suppose you'll need that cock in working order for your next customer, won't you?"

"Yes Madam. Thank you again Madam, for being so thoughtful."

"I'm thinking of your other customers, not of you, boy! If it weren't for them, that clumsy penis of yours would be black and blue after it receives the strapping it deserves!"

"Of course, Madam. I understand Madam."

"Bend over across the stool, boy."

He bent over, presenting his ass to me as if on a platter. "Keep your eyes closed, boy." I said as I dropped the towel.

I lined up the strap with his lower ass cheeks. "Good thing you don't need to sit for your job, boy. And I don't think your other customers will mind seeing you with a rosy red bottom, now will they?"

I gave him a nice strict strapping to his sit spots. Not too many. Just the appropriate number for a massage boy who tries hard but displays a clumsy moment with a customer. About 50 is all (tee hee).


After I was done I placed the strap onto his lower back and told him "Stay as you are. I'll send in your manager and she can decide if you've had enough of the strap, or if you need more."

"Yes Madam." He said.

"On second thoughts..."

I took the strap off his back and led him to the bed. I jumped down under him and spread my legs."I think you need more practice with that cock of yours..."


I let him fuck me and cum into my pussy.


It was a nice massage, after all.

Saturday, November 1

Spanked for Receiving a Hand Job from my Sister

Well, this has turned into a three-parter. First I blogged about a rather typical scene in our bedroom where I made my husband go down on me and then (I thought) graciously allowed him to jerk himself off in my bed. I described that in Cunnilingus. Now! I gave the readers' digest version to my sister, and she felt sorry that I had not done anything for him except let him use his own hand. She thought he at least deserved a handy. So I challenged her that if she thought he deserved one, she should should go right ahead and give him one. She took me up on it and gave him a lovely hand job, complete with a full and satisfying ejaculation, for being such a good husband to me and licking my pussy whenever I told him to. I described that in Sister Lends a Hand.

Now please don't misunderstand. I love it that david gets to experience sexual things at the hands of my sister and other women (so long as I arrange it). However, I have a policy that after any such incidence he must be punished so that he is reminded anew, in no uncertain terms, that I am she who giveth and she who taketh away. In other words, he needs to be reminded, forcefully reminded, to whom he belongs.


He knew it was coming, and he knew why, but I had to wait several days to get to it. Then it was time.

"Did you enjoy that hand job from Sue? You know I have to spank you now, don't you?"

He knew. He accepted it.

I took him up to the bedroom. I put him the shower and supervised as he washed himself. I made him use the soap on his underarms, down between his legs, and in his butt. I made him rinse and re-soap and clean himself down there several times. I kept close supervision on him the entire time, and gave him detailed instructions on how to clean his bum hole, his testicles, his penis shaft, and his penis tip. Lots of soap. Lots of rubbing. Nice hot water to rinse with. Rinse and repeat.

When he was done, I grabbed a towel in one hand, grabbed his ear with the other, and marched him sopping wet (and hard) to the spanking chair. I put the towel on my lap, and pulled him across my knee. I explained to him why he was being spanked. I then proceeded to vigorously dry off his backside with my hairbrush.

That got him hopping. He grabbed a leg of the chair with his right hand, and reached back and grabbed my butt with his left hand. I allow this behavior, so long as he does not get too frantic and lose control. It's comforting to him to be able to touch me in an intimate fashion during his spankings. And I feel it builds a good bond, especially given the reason he was across my knee this time: to re-establish our mutual ownership rights over each others' asses.

When he was well-spanked with that hairbrush, and a little frantic, I had him stand. So far it was only to his sit spots. I intended that would soon change. I marched him down to the living room and had him move the high-backed couch into position. It is very sturdy and allows me to drape my man over the back of it so that his feet are dangling mid air. I put him like that. Then I took up the leather belt and started in on his belt whipping.

This time I focused a lot on the backs of his thighs. He has been spanked on the ass a lot, and it is by now hard to mark him there. But his thighs are still tender, especially around towards the insides, and so that is where I concentrated. Again and again and again. I wanted him to feel pain. I wanted him to take the pain as a sign of devotion towards me. Since he was allowed to have my sister's hands on his penis, he would now have to prove his devotion to me in this manner.

So I wrapped the belt around to the insides of his thighs. I scalded them. Each stroke left an obvious mark. I changed from side to side, using both forehand and backhand swings. He would not be moving nor sitting comfortably after I was done with him.

My man struggled and kicked and wiggled. He worked himself (and the heavy couch!) away from me as I whipped him. Occasionally I would miss due to his wiggling, and the tip end would snake out and snap at his testicles. He howled. I considered it acceptable collateral damage.

When I let him up he doubled over and clutched at the backs of his thighs. I led him back up to the bedroom. I was not done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

I put him back across my knee. I continued using the belt (with a shortened up grip this time) to continue whipping away at his ass and thighs. I made him spread his legs. I pushed his penis and testicles out of the way and I whipped down with the belt into his super tender high inner thighs where his balls usually nestle again and again. The sounds coming from his mouth were positively animalistic! I also spread his cheeks, and used the belt to whip into his crack from both sides.

Putting down the belt, I took up the hairbrush, and continued on the same tender spots with the hard wood. It was all he could do to stay across my knee. Sometime the pain was so intense he would run away a bit. I accept this, so long as when I pause he comes right back over my knee, with his legs spread offering up his inner thighs as I had demanded, submissively into position for his punishment to continue.

I reminded him that the ultimate cause of his punishment was my not granting him any sexual favours in exchange for his, except allowing him to jerk off beside me in my bed. I told david that I respectfully disagreed with my sister in this matter. I owe him nothing in exchange for his oral service, and he should feel privileged that I allowed him to jerk off in my bed. He agreed with me. I told him we would seal the deal by having him to jerk off in bed once again while I watched.

He put himself face up on the bed, spat in his hand, and began rubbing his cock. I told him he was on the clock, and if he had not cum within a minute, he would be spanked some more for encouragement.

Well, he was not able to get the job done. So I made him stop, pulled him up and back down across my knee, and started in again with the hairbrush, again concentrating on his more sensitive areas. I gave him about five minutes of very intense punishment, and then I made him go back to the bed and try again.

He was limp from his spanking when he started. So I gave him two minutes this time. He got it up again and was rubbing away. But so sorry, could not seal the deal within the allotted time.

This time I put him face down, and used the belt to his ass and thighs. Once again I continued, pretty mercilessly I thought, to whip away at his thighs. I got him back to "shrieking" pretty quickly. But he was a good boy. He submitted as required despite the very intense whipping he was receiving. I was happy. He was taking it. For me.

I set him back at it. I told him he better cum this time, as the spankings would just continue until he did. We had to repeat several more times. After each whipping he started out limp. Each time after his rubbing was stopped  he was hard again, but just in time to be whipped back to limp.

After repeating this cycle a half dozen times, david started expressing frustration. He told me he "couldn't". That the spankings "hurt too much" and he "was limp" each time and by the time he got hard again I didn't give him "enough time" to finish. And that he "was worried" about the next spanking and couldn't finish because of that either. And that his "penis was sore" from the rubbing and he couldn't because of that either. Boo hoo. Cry me a river.

I think he actually though that I expected him to cum under these conditions. How cute! How naive. No, I did not expect him to cum. I expected him to fail and have to be whipped again.In fact, had I thought he was getting close, time would have magically been up.

When I made him stand and come over across my knee (limp and sore) for his next hairbrush-to-inner-thigh torture session, he actually stamped his foot in frustration. So cute! Like my little 2-year-old nephew throwing a temper tantrum. I nonetheless made him suffer through another session across my knee. In fact, I deliberately made it worse this time because of his little temper tantrum.

Then it was back to the bed, and back to his rubbing. There were tears in his eyes and he looked reluctant to touch his penis. I took pity on him, and asked if he needed some encouragement? I did a slow strip-tease for him, getting down to my bra, and then teasing my bra off until he could see my breasts. This seemed to breathe new life into old faithful down there, and he was able to get hard and rub himself again. It looked like he was actually going to succeed this time, so I looked at my watch, pretended I was actually timing anything, and yelled "time!".

"NOOOOO!" he yelled, and kicked his legs, but put his hands obediently down to his sides leaving his bobbing sore erection waving in the air.

I decided to take him for another trip down to the couch. This time I took the strap with me, not the belt. The strap is twin-tailed, and heavy as shit. I pushed him in front of me. He was naked and very well beaten. I was bare breasted with strap in hand. I made him kneel in front of me. Brandishing the strap, I told him we would finish off his punishment across the back of the couch with the strap. I told him I was proud of him for taking his punishment so well up to now, and that I expected him to submit to this last part, even though it would hurt the most of anything so far.

Oh my. He looked scared. It turned me on!

He was shaking as he draped himself over the back of the couch. His little balls were peeking out between his legs. He seemed to realize this at the last minute, and hastily adjusted himself to hide them in front lest they be struck. It was futile, though. After a few strokes of the strap across his ass and thighs, his legs would be dancing a mid-air jig anyways and his balls would be bouncing in front of me.

And so it came to pass. I did not hold back on the strap. I figured he may have been a bit numb by now from the spankings and whippings so far, so I felt I had to re-double my efforts, even with the heavier leather strap, to get through to him.

So he got his strapping, and he got it hard. I barely even went to his butt. It was all to the backs of his thighs. I was relentless. Stroke after stroke. When I felt he had definitely had enough, I kept going. He got frantic. He gradually worked himself over the back of the couch and then back down the other side, so his hands were on the floor and his legs were spread and sticking almost straight up. I used this to my advantage to go after his inner thighs with the heavy strap.

After a certain point he stopped screaming, and was just whimpering.  He later told me that at that point he was done. He just submitted completely to me. He finally realized that he had no control over when his whipping would end, and he just had to lay there and absorb every stroke for however long I chose to give it to him. Hope was at an end. He felt that he was in hell and that it would never end. That it would go on for eternity completely outside of his control forever and ever. And that's when I stopped.

His butt was dark, dark red, with the colour making a lovely "I love you" heart shape. His thighs were marked, bruised, and swollen. I felt that at this point he thoroughly understood to whom he belonged.

I stood him up. He was whimpering and there were genuine tears in his eyes. He was again doubled over and clutching with his hands at his punished thighs. His penis was completely limp and looked small and shriveled. I told him to come and made him walk ahead of me back up to the bedroom. He had trouble taking the steps.

I told him he must now finish his jerking off, and that I would help him. I lay beside him and allowed him to snuggle his head into my bare breasts as he rubbed himself. He burrowed into me. I allowed his mouth on my nipple, and he sucked as he rubbed his sore penis. I pulled him hard into my breasts and told him how much I loved him as he ejaculated.

Wednesday, October 29

Sister Lends a Hand

I was out with my sister Sue for dinner the other night, just the two of us, and having just blogged about my cunnilingus adventures with david, I shared some of it with Sue as well, along the lines of how handy it was to have a submissive boy in one's bed. She asked if he got any. I told her I allowed him to self-pleasure.

"So mean," she said. "After all he did for you, when it was his turn he had to use his own hand?  You didn't even use your hand on him? So mean!"

"I was tired," I answered, "but if you think it's so mean, maybe you should just go ahead and do it yourself.  Put your hand where your mouth is. He seems to like it when you do it." I was pulling a bit of a mock snarky / jealous tone. Sue is very attractive to males and knows it. But my tone was in fun and she knew it. Despite "playing for the other team", Sue has assisted me in these wifely chores before. Once most notably with david nude in front of the kitchen sink and Sue with rubber gloves, dish soap, a finger up his anus, and the other rubbing his dick! One of her more memorable Christmas gifts for david.


Sue is a fun sister to have around!

Picking up on my teasing tone, Sue said "Well maybe I will. If you can't seem to find the energy to jerk off your husband, you clearly need help in that department."

Sue does genuinely enjoy dominating david with me, and she enjoys the mechanics of making a male squirt.

"Fine." I said. "We'll go to my place after dinner and you can take care of that right away, since you feel so sorry for him."

"Fine." She said.

Looks like david would be getting a handy from my sister!


Despite the teasing nature of the conversation, we both knew Sue was doing me a favour. david really fantasizes about things like this, and I love indulging him on the rare occasions that circumstances safely permit, and Sue is currently all we've got in terms of extra-curricular help in that regard (I know, I need to work on that, and will!).

The whole thing was in the back of my mind all through dinner, and I was anxious to get the check (I bought this time around - thought it was the least I could do). david would be so thrilled!

We got home and I called for david. We greeted and he said "hi Sue", a little sheepishly. He is always now a little sheepish around Sue. I mean, Sue has seen david in the most compromising situations imaginable: in lingerie, nude, jerking off, getting an enema, spanked, bent over for a strapping, giving head, and receiving hard anal intercourse from me. She's seen it all, and she's dished out a fair measure as well. No wonder my boy is a little sheepish around her!

I started right in: "david, I told Sue about our bedroom adventures a few nights ago. She feels sorry for you that all you got was to jerk off. I think you were lucky to get to cum at all, but Sue feels differently."

Sue nodded her head in sympathy.

"So Sue's offered to give you a hand job herself." I continued. "Would you like that david? Would you like if Sue were to give you a hand job?"

david looked a tad unsure of himself, but did the politically correct thing: "Ummm... Well is that ok with you, Julie?"

"Yes it is ok with me, david" I answered. "But would you like that? Answer the question."

david plucked up his courage and answered simply "yes Ma'am." He didn't know the consequences, but he wasn't about to give this up either!

"How naughty of you!" I said. "I think we may have to have a talk later about you 'liking' having a woman other than your wife doing something like that to you."

david looked a bit worried. he knew that this kind of "talk" would likely involve a very painful application of strap oil to his rear end and thighs. It's not that I mind sexy things like this hand job happening, it's more that regardless, after an experience of this kind a husband needs to be reminded of to whom he belongs. But that was for after. First, the main event: a sexy hand job from his sexy sister-in-law!


"Well we may as well get started," I continued. "david, go upstairs, get undressed, use the toilet if you need to, and washup with the washcloth. Then get out the lube, the baby oil, a pair of latex gloves, and your little vibrating bum toy. Is it charged up?"

"yes ma'am"

"Good. Then stick it in and turn it on full blast." Then I turned to Sue and said "he cums quicker with it in, and I wouldn't want to tire out your wrist."

"Ha!" she said, "little chance of that!" referring either to her excellent physical fitness, her hand jobbing technique well-learned during high school and beyond, or to david's tendency to be a bit overly speedy in that regard (although he has been getting longer of late...), I'm not sure which.

"Then, david," I continued, "I want you to set up the spanking chair facing the bed, and then lie down on the bed on your tummy, within reach of that chair, with lots of pillows under your hips."

"yes ma'am," he said, acknowledging my detailed instructions. I've been doing this for a while, and I know how I want things.

"You make sure that your bum is high and your little package is hanging out behind and your thighs are clamped together. You keep your head buried in the covers the whole time this is going on, do you understand? I don't want you making lovey eyes at Sue while she's doing this. Got it?"

"yes ma'am" he said.

"And when you're in position and ready, you yell out 'This slut is ready for her hand job, Ma'am', over and over again until we come in. understand?"

"yes ma'am".

"Off you go."

david scurried up to the master bedroom to do as he was told and I poured Sue and myself a glass of david's vintage port.

Sue commented on my detailed instructions to david, and how impressed she was. I told her that I knew how I wanted things done, but was everything ok with her? She said everything was perfect. That she likes that I'm in control of the situation.

She asked if he would be getting a spanking for wanting the hand job from her? I told her he would be, but it would come later on in the week, and it would be a doozy. Not as hard as the time he got that blowjob, she hoped, referring to the time we played with Sue's then live-in partner who had a fantasy of being "made to" give a man she had deliberately teased a blowjob.


I got a teeny tiny bit carried away after that one, even though I had consented and had even enjoyed the scene, and strapped his ass black and blue before giving him a punishment fucking that had him begging for me to stop in front of the two of them. oops!

Before too long we heard the cry from upstairs:

"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job. ..."

I got up, but Sue motioned me down and asked how many times should we let him say it before we went upstairs?

It was Sue's rodeo, so I said as many times as she wanted. So Sue held out her glass for a refill while david continued repeating his phrase over and over again:

"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job, Ma'am. Julie, Sue, this slut is ready for handjob!! Please! This slut is ready for her handjob! ..."

He kept repeating it until he fell into a monotonous rythm, and Sue smirked at me as she sipped at her port wine and we enjoyed a moment of silence between us as we listened to david beg continuously for his relief.

After I'm not sure how much time we put down our glasses and went upstairs to david.

"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job..."

"That will do, david." I said, and he stopped.

He also turned his head and looked at us. I jumped over to him, grabbed his hair, and smushed his face straight down into the bedsheets and said "What did I tell you about looking at us? You keep your head down the entire time or I will send Sue straight home. Do you understand me?"

"yes mumph" he said, mumbling his words as I kept his head pressed hard into the bedsheets.

Sue then went into action.

"Well what have we here?" She said, patting david on the ass and jiggling his vibrating butt plug in his hole. "It looks we have a very, very naughty boy."

She then put on the latex gloves, picked up the liquid lube eschewing the baby oil, and dribbled it from high up all up and down and over his cock shaft, tip, and balls. She put away the lube, and sat on the chair facing her task. She put her left hand on his low back and ass cheeks, and used her right to massage the lube into his private parts.

Here is the scene, pretty accurately portrayed by my lill sketch slut:


david moaned as my sister gently caressed his hard cock and prominently exposed balls, massaging the lube into him. Then Sue got more serious with her right hand and began rubbing it up and down his shaft, and up around and down and across the tip of his penis.


david had by now become very hard and was wiggling his bum in little spasms and sticking it up high in the air. Sue moved her other hand from his low back, to his ass cheeks, to his plug, and to his balls, squeezing them gently and massaging them. I perched on the bed and was enjoying the show. It's not every day you get to see your husband treated in such a way by your sister!

I find the treatment to be quite demeaning to him, if you know what I mean? All he is, really, is a set of cock and balls, rubbed by my sister, who is not even into men, until he loses all control and squirts. Meanwhile he's humping the pillows, sticking his plugged ass up higher in that air, waving it around and begging for it like a little slut. totally demeaning to him. Totally objectified. And I love it!

"Are you liking this?" She asked him rhetorically. "You're a naughty boy for liking this. Are you going to get a spanking from Julie afterwards for liking this. Huh? You better be enjoying this, because Julie is going to give you such a bad spanking afterwards..."

david moaned and raised his ass even higher.

"Look!" said Sue, "he wants his spanking!"

She continued, "and does mean old Julie not do this for you often enough? Huh? Is that it? Well I think you're a very nice husband to Julie, especially in the bedroom, who from time to time deserves a little more than just to be allowed to jerk himself off. Is that right? Are you a good husband to Julie? Do you deserve to get a hand job every now and then?

david moaned like a little tramp, and Sue slowed down momentarily and bent his cock upwards to show me the engorged head of his penis and a dribble of clear pre-cum oozing from his tip.


She went back to rubbing him. david moaned more loudly and shot his hands underneath the pillows to jack-knife himself higher.

"Are you ready to cum?" Asked Sue.

"Oh yeah!" replied david.

"Well, then ask Julie if you may be allowed to cum," said Sue as she eased off the rubbing and teased his drippy cock.

"Please Julie!" Said david a little frantically, please may I cum, Julie?!?"

"I'm not the one rubbing your dick," I said, "ask Sue if you can cum."

"Please, Sue," said david, "please may I cum now???"

"You may cum now, baby." Said Sue.

She continued rubbing, but david did not cum right away. I guess the asking for permission slowed him down. Sue encouraged him: "Who's a good boy? Who's a good husband to my sister? Who licks my sister's pussy whenever she wants it? Is that you, baby? Is that you who's such a good husband?"


Darned right he is, or else his ass would be belt whipped black and blue!

And along that line of questioning david completely disgraced himself, shooting his steamy white load out his penis tip and all down the backs of his legs and thighs.


Sue squeezed the last bits out and shook his cock onto the backs of his legs.

"Was that fun?" She asked david.

"Oh yes Ma'am," he said, remembering to keep his head buried.

I went to the bathroom to run the warm water and wet a washcloth. I came back with some toilet paper, the warm washcloth and a small dry towel, and started cleaning him up as Sue watched. I stopped the vibrating butt plug and gently pulled it out.

"Here," said Sue, reaching over to spread his ass cheeks so I good use some toilet paper in there and then the warm washcloth on his nicely spread hole.


Between Sue and I he got the "royal treatment": a warm washcloth and vigorous drying off with the towel afterwards all over his most private and still highly sensitive parts!

And that was that for the evening.

And yes, david was punished a a few days later to remind him where the favours and the punishments come from. It was with hairbrush and belt, with a special concentration to his tender inner thighs. He also had to jerk himself off to a very quick clock, the punishment for failing to cum being another whipping on those sensitive inner thighs. My my, but if that didn't just go on for two hours like that, with him having to start from limp each time because of how hard I whipped him between! He was sooo sore the next day, it was funny watching him getting up and walking. But I'll blog about that in more detail next time. 'Till then!

Wednesday, October 22

Cunnilingus. Now!

We were in bed the other, night, my husband and I. We had just finished watching the monologue on Dave Letterman and turning off the TV. david turned and gave me a nice little kiss on the cheek, as he often does. He went back to lie down on his side of the bed and turn out the light. Before he did, I reached over and gave his hair a little tussle as I looked him in the eye. As our eyes met, I decided I wanted something...


My tussle turned into a grab, and I started gently pulling him down. He smiled, turned out the light, and willingly went under the comforter and down between my legs. I guided him by his hair until his head was fully between my legs and his tongue had started working. I pulled him harder into me.

He lapped gently at my pussy. I put my hands around his head and pulled him into me harder. He increased his intensity. He took a finger and put it inside of me. I was so wet. The tip of his finger rubbed at my G-Spot as he licked my pussy lips, my slit, my clit. It was dark in the room and quiet. It felt like all my senses were concentrated on my one spot.

I turned over onto my side, into a fetal position, my back to him. He followed, turning his body around so that his feet were at the back of my head, reverse spooning so that his head was ideally placed to lick my pussy from behind. I put a pillow between my legs to keep them open for his duties. He put a pillow under his head to keep it elevated and at the right angle to continue his licking and fingering chores. He thoughtfully made made sure the covers were on me. His head was buried underneath. I am sure he was hot and suffocating. I didn't care.

His one hand wandered all over my breasts, tummy, and abdomen. His other hand all over the back of my head, my back, my ass, and my pussy. He played around at the opening. He put a finger in, then out again. He got my G-Spot good again, kept his finger pressing there, and licked and licked hard.

My husband is skilled at giving me oral sex. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it. I think this is an advantage of having a bedroom submissive: he is willing to be trained and he will do as he is told.

I felt the tell-tale heat in my mid-section. Hottter and hotter. I screamed loudly as I came. I rode the wave of a lovely orgasm, and then straightened out my legs pushing him away when I wanted no more of his tongue, and rode the last few juddering waves by myself.


He disentangled the pillows, restored the bed, and went back to his side of the bed as I lay there blissfully content on mine.

Sometimes that will be it. We will go to sleep, his wifely duties done.

Tonight I reached over to him. I felt him. His shaft was rigid as a steel rod. I like him like that.

Sometimes I leave him like that.

Once, when he was like that, I heard a noise, a faint rustling from his side of the bed, and felt some slight vibrations. He had licked his palm and was very quietly rubbing himself! I was annoyed. I wanted to sleep.

"Stop that!" I hissed at him. "I'm trying to sleep. You're getting a paddling tomorrow for that." Bad boy was hard to begin, and was now contemplating a paddling from me, the thought of which makes him harder still. But he didn't dare touch himself again that night. There are paddlings and then there are PADDLINGS!


And then there are STRAPPINGS too!


But we're not talking about those, and we're not talking about that day. He knows now better than to touch himself at bedtime without my permission.

I took his hand, and guided it to his own cock.

"May I?" he asked breathlessly.

"You may. But be quick." I did need to sleep.

He licked his palm and dove back down to rub himself. Staying to my side of the bed, I absentmindedly reached over and stroked his legs, side tummy, and every now and then his balls, and brushed his cock as his hand worked itself furiously up and down his naughty hard shaft.

I could feel and hear his fist pounding up and down and up and down his cock. Rythmically. Interrupted only briefly, then back at it. Hard. He was pounding his poor little penis. His wet palm squooshing up and down.

I reached over and grabbed his balls. I squeezed them. He moaned in pain but kept going.

I took my hand away and curled up on my side of the bed. "Hurry up and finish up now. If you're not done in 60 seconds you're not cumming at all tonight."

"Yes Ma'am!" he said as he re-doubled his efforts.

I thought I'd help him along with the kind of talk that excites him:

"And if you don't cum like a man tonight, I'll treat you like a woman tomorrow..."

"Oh... yes dear!... Ohhh"

"I'll make you wear your panties and bra, with your big boobs in. Maybe I'll invite Sue over to see you like that. Would you like that?"

"Noooo.... noooo please..."

"Oh yes. She can watch you bend over the couch while I strap you. I'll ask her to be the one to pull your panties down and stuff them in your mouth for your strapping."

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!"

"And then I'll really treat you like a woman. I'll put on my strap-on and you can get down on your knees and show Sue how good you suck cock..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Good Boy! That was quick!"

I gave him a couple of seconds.

"Are you cleaning yourself up?"

"yes ma'am..."

He knows to lick it all up into his mouth, and swallow it all down like the naughty little slut he is.

Household rule.

Night night!

Friday, October 17

A new eSubbie!

I'm sooo excited! I have a new eSubbie who is actually obedient. We will call him jessie (or perhaps 'jessica' which may suit him better as you will see).

Young jessie, an early twenty-something male, wrote to me saying how he has always wanted to be dressed as a woman, and also has fantasies of being spanked by a woman. He asked me for my help. I am eager to please a genuine young man such as jessie!

I told him that his first stop was Victoria's Secret for a girly shopping expedition. I offered to write him a letter to help "break the ice". He was to print out the letter and hand it to the salesgirl at VS.

Jessie, please print this note, hand it to your sales associate when you go shopping, and ask nicely if she will please read it. Be super-respectful at all times, and leave without making a fuss if she cannot assist you.

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Dear Ms.,
I am writing you this note on behalf of my young pen-pal, Jessie, standing in front of you. I write a blog that Jessie is a fan of reading. Among other things, it recounts how I have taken my husband to buy lingerie for him to wear.

Jessie reached out to me by email and confessed that he too has always had a deep desire to dress in women's clothes, and lamented that he had no understanding partner/girlfriend such as myself who would be willing to take him shopping. I am too far away, unfortunately, and value keeping my blogging and personal lives separate, so the only way I can help is by writing this note.

In my several experiences shopping with my husband, our sales help has been so very open-minded and understanding with this issue. So I recommended to Jessie that he should just go ahead and buy some lingerie for himself, head held high, and that hopefully his experience would be a good one as well.

So, while an unusual request, may we please ask if you would help Jessie to find about 5 pairs of panties in his size. I am thinking pinks and reds, or powder blues. Subtle trim around the leggings and waistband perhaps? More full cut in the front, but ok if they are a little cheeky and "ride up" in the rear so he gets the full experience! While you may have to suggest some things, you should definitely involve Jessie in the selection.

I am not sure of my friend's budget, but if it will stretch beyond the panties then I am thinking, in this order, stockings with garter belt, a properly fitted bra with breast forms, and then maybe a sheer baby doll nighty to go on top?

My pen-pal will no doubt be exceptionally embarrassed by this whole thing, but I think there's no avoiding that.

I know this is "above and beyond" the call of duty for you, but I would really be forever grateful if you were to assist Jessie with this.

Thank you!

Julie

Here is jessie's initial recounting of his experience:
Oh Ms. Julie! What an experience i had! I wish it could have lasted longer, but i might have peed my pants if it did... I was so embarrassed! Did you know this weekend there was a panty party at VS? That was good in a way (I got 7 for $26.50). But it also meant there were tons of girls shopping through the panty drawers right next to me!

The sales girl who helped me was somewhat removed. Maybe it's because she was busy, i dont know. She didnt read your note all the way through, but i do think she skimmed it. i wish she would have been loud, and let some of those girls around me know i was shopping for me. But she only helped me for a few minutes and then had to go somewhere else in the store.

But those few minutes were still amazing! I looked for pinks and reds and blues just like you said. I bought mostly pinks. Do you want to see? Can i please show you? I'll hold them or wear them or pose however you like! Maybe you could even put them on your blog and post about me?

I only bought panties yesterday (the lady may have missed the part in the note about more lingerie in her skimming, and i was too scared to ask her any more.) As much as i wanted it, i was way too terrified to be measured for a bra with the store crowded as it was. And i couldnt really pick one myself. I dont know what size i am. And i didnt really see any garter belts. Im not sure where they are. But im ok taking it slow, the panties alone are amazing! 

Please let me show you!

jessie (Your jessica)

Well of course he may! Here are his photos:

Sale! 7 for $26.50. PINK for the young lady.

Nothing says "panty trained" like toting a VS bag around the mall!

What a spectacular ass!!!

And here is the accompanying second note (I required more details, of course!). 
But i got there and saw it was so crowded. naturally i got a bit nervous. I turned around, and then turned around again and went in. So i just started looking myself. Then a girl came up and asked if i needed help.She was quite young. My age. Maybe a bit older. She was wearing a black and white patterned pair of leggings. Needless to say, her hips were wide and her ass was round. I envied her a bit. (And liked looking too.) I couldn't help but look as she led me to more panties. I was a bit hesitant in handing her the note. And like i said, she didn't read it all the way through. She was professional. Didn't even smirk. (I couldn't believe it.) But she did help me look. I loved that. In a way i was disappointed. She didn't really say anything to me. But it was still a really fun, exciting time. Maybe I'll get another chance to go? Maybe it won't be so crowded and I'll have a full fledged experience.When I checked out, i felt giddy, in line with the other girls. The cashier asked me for my address and number. I told a fake one. I don't know why. Guess i was embarrassed. What if they sent Victoria's Secret magazines to my mailbox. What would people think? Then she handed me my pink bag. That's like the ultimate symbol of femininity at the mall, don't you think?
I do think!

I have told jessica to pull down her panties, give herself a good hard hairbrush spanking, and send me the evidence. I mean, she only got a quarter of the way through her shopping!

I am forwarding another note for jessie to present to the salesgirl for the rest of his shopping. Now that I've seen her ass, I really want to see her with stockings and garter, a bra and falsies (to give her BIG breasts), and a sheer babydoll on top. As soon as jessie delivers (on the spanking and the dressing up), I will share it here.

Good luck, jessica. I will forward the note soonest, keeping it short and sweet for a busy salesgirl this time.

And remember jessie, especially now that you are mine, while I do allow masturbation, I also do require that the young lady in question clean up her mess with her tongue, and swallow every last drop while thanking me silently for the privilege of being allowed to ejaculate. And do remember that there are many women in my situation who would absolutely not allow their subbies such a luxury, and would insist on the purchase of a chastity belt and being mailed the key. So you can also thank your lucky stars as you swallow your ejaculate.

And now you are in panties for at least a week. If not longer.

Enjoy...