Tuesday, October 17, 2017

He can explain


"A...Amanda...what...what are you doing here?" he stammered when he turned, saw his wife standing in the doorway.

"Checking in on you," she glared at him.

"This...this isn't what it looks like," he blurted out.

"Thank god for that," she folded her arms, "because it looks like my husband's dressed like a girl and is about to suck cock."

"I...I..."

"That's not what this is, right? I mean, you're not dressed like a girl, right?"

"I...yes...but..."

"And you weren't just about to suck cock, were you?"

"A...Amanda, please...I...I can explain."

"Tell me," Amanda's gaze shifted to the woman next to her husband, "what does my husband come here for?"

The woman looked at Amanda, shrugged. "To learn to suck cock," she said.

"And he likes it?" Amanda asked.

"See for yourself," the woman said with a smirk.

"Indeed. And you'll take care of that before we leave?"

"We can cage it if you'd like."

"I doubt I'll be needing it anytime in the near future," Amanda said, "if ever."

"Amanda!"

"Don't you fucking Amanda me, you slut," Amanda glared at her husband, then looked back over at the woman. "Go ahead, cage him, I have to admit, I never liked that anyway."

"S...sex?" He stammered.

"I love sex," she shook her head, "sex with you...not so much."

"Amanda, please, let me explain..."

"It's going to be tough to explain with your mouth full," she glared. 

"Go on," the woman said, "you heard your wife, suck!"

Questions

From Al:

I ask the following with the utmost respect. I realize it's a common fantasy theme but don't ask for that reason, rather because you and Emily obviously have a different perspective on some things than most couples would.

Would you ever consider the possibility of Matthew impregnating Emily? I'm not meaning that you plan on such an occurrence, just arrange activities so that it may be a possibility, an unknown factor in your family planning.


Answer:

No. I get people fantasize about that; heck, sometimes I fantasize about it. It's powerful, a man's sperm (mentally as well as actually). I get people may even do that. But what Emily and I have is permanent, for the long haul. What Emily and Matthew have may be for the long haul, may last a long time, but there is no marriage, no life long commitment, no love, no growing old together. Thus, to me, to us, no children.

If Emily and I have a baby, it will be because Emily and I made a baby.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Games


"Want to lick them, my pretty little husband?"

"I...you...you know I do."

"You may."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, pet, you may lick them."

"N...now?"

"Now, but..."

"But what?"

"One rule."

"One...one rule?"

"Each lick is a week in chastity."

"Amber!"

"One lick, one week."

"That...that's not fair!"

"Just a lick, then...it's just a week. Maybe two, one on each side. Just two weeks."

Five minutes later, I'd earned myself 110 weeks in chastity and it was worth every bit.

Questions - FLR

Reader John asks:

In your answer to one of Tanya's questions about a week ago, you alluded to your submissiveness towards Emily. Is this limited to the sexual aspect of your relationship or does it go further than that?

In other words, do you and Emily enjoy an FLR (Female Led Relationship)?


Answer:

Yes. Emily leads in everything.

Questions - Break?

Tanya asks:

Reading between the lines, with you and Emily planning on starting a family, I sense this relationship with Matthew may be nearing an end, or at least a break for a year or more.
Am I right ?? These memories will, however, live on for all 3 of you.


Answer:

Emily and I have talked about that at some length. If we start a family, something we're likely to do, she would, at a minimum, take a break from Matthew. For how long? Hard to say. Permanently? Also hard to say.

At a minimum, we'd take a break once we start trying, so at least a year. We wonder if motherhood will change her, change us, change all of this. Maybe, maybe not. I suspect it will be hard to never go back, though. But we'll see.

Obviously a baby would be our priority, always. Family our priority, always. He gets that, has always gotten that.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

My only criticism? She needs to get herself into a smaller cage.


No matter what happens with Emily, Matthew, and I, no matter how long he's in our life, I'll always remember, never forget, always think about, three things.

The first time I saw Emily on her knees sucking his cock.


The first time I saw him spank her.


And the first time I saw him fuck her.

 

Each was a representation of his place, his dominant presence, and her acceptance of him in our marriage. Each reminds me of the phrase he uses, she uses, I use, too.

Her heart belongs to me; her body belongs to him.

The blow job was the first and most eye opening, seeing a woman who "didn't like that" kneel before him, take out his cock, and suck. There was a sparkle in her eyes, an eagerness, and the implicit setting of roles and expectations. He demanded things I only begged for, he received things I only dreamed of, and she saw him in a way she never could see me.

The spanking was the most shocking; seeing my prim and proper wife, the woman who wears dresses and skirts most days because that's what's feminine and traditional, seeing the woman who demands respect from her spouse and co-workers, from her family, seeing her standing there eyes down, knowing he wasn't pleased with her, seeing her willingly go across his lap. Seeing him raise her skirt, lower her panties, and spank her, warn her she'd best behave with him. And seeing her, at the end, thank him.

When I saw him fuck her, the fantasy clicked. He was totally unlike me, was something I could never become no matter how much I tried. Seeing him fuck her, seeing her reaction, I understood why she'd want this as much as me.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Overnight Guest


"You invited him to spend the night? I...I don't understand," I stammered.

"I don't understand what you don't understand," my wife said, looking at me with that look she had.

"Spend the night...like...like here? All night?"

She smiled. "Um, that's kind of what spend the night means, sweetie."

"But...but why?"

"Why? I don't know, I guess I'm tired of leaving at one in the morning, sneaking out of his house like I'm leaving a brothel. It's kind of getting old. We thought it would be nice to wake up together."

"Here?"

"Here," she said. "We could have a cup of coffee together, maybe you could even make breakfast."

"You want me to make him breakfast?" 

"That's what one does for overnight guests, no?"

"But he...he's..." I couldn't bring myself to say it, sighed. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Our room," she said. "I thought about that, I think we'll go up to the guest room; it's quieter up there, we won't keep you up and you won't wake us up if you get up early and make breakfast."

I swallowed, said it without thinking. "You'll be with him all night, then?"

"Oh," she said, "I...got so caught up...I didn't think...I didn't think about our special time."

"It...I mean," I stammered, embarrassed as always, "it's not that important."

"No," she said, "it is, and I'm sorry, I should have thought about that. You know..."

"W...what?"

"I've never had morning sex with him. Maybe after breakfast before he goes."

"Allison..."

"It would be fresh," she smiled a guilty smile.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Your wife's personal trainer takes her workouts very seriously.



Careful what you wish for...




You think you'll be okay watching her suck a man's cock? That sitting in the corner watching your beautiful wife get on her knees and take him in her mouth will be erotic?

Be careful, dear, for you're going to be surprised.

Are you prepared to see how eager she is? 

Can you handle realizing that over the years when she told you she doesn't like doing that, she's been lying? 

Understand it isn't that she doesn't like sucking cock, it's that she doesn't like doing something like that to you?

Do you think it's going to be easy to compare? The few times she's done it to you, out of pity, were half-hearted, un-eager,  and came with a 'you'd better not cum in my mouth' warning. 

Trust me, when she does it to him, when she sucks a real man's cock, it will very, very different, it will be patently obvious she want to do it, loves doing it, and will all but beg him to cum on her face, in her mouth, anywhere, everywhere.

I know...I've been there...I know.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Questions

Tanya is a fountain of questions:

A long time ago now I commented on one of your blogs that although Emily liked submitting to Matthew and liked the sex, she did not particularly like him as a person. Do you think after all this time she still feels the same, especially when she spends a weekend with him ???

Love Tanya xxxx


Answer:

Tanya, you're right, at first, in the beginning, Emily didn't like Matthew as a person, certainly not as the type of man she'd be in a long term relationship with.

Yet here she, somehow, in a long term relationship with him. At least of a sort, anyway.

Not the reality type of relationship, though, the type where a couple has to negotiate who does what chores, who pays what bills, the type where couples discuss budgets and long term plans. The type where two people take care of one another, emotionally, spiritually, every way.

In a way, her relationship with him is all fantasy. He's a dominant man, a man who has demands, who takes what he wants, needs. And she lets him. Because he gives her something a day to day relationship never could.

Interestingly, without me, she'd never be in this relationship with him. If something happened to me tomorrow, I don't think she'd last a week with him. It's only because of her grounding with me that she can let herself be free with him.

I'll always be with her, Matthew or not.

So I think she feels something for him as a person, but because he has a specific role. An important role, of course, but just a specific role.

She says that, even when she's away with him for a weekend, even when she's having an amazing time, part of her can't wait to be home with me.


Monday, October 2, 2017

Some people think this is perverse. I think it's the natural order of things.



Questions

Questions from Tanya xxxx:

A long time ago, on this blog, you said that Emily was lucky as she has her cake and eats it. But she knew and acknowledged this. I have a question for you :

How does Emily treat you after a date or weekend with Matthew ?? Can she truly show you how much she really loves you ??

I reason I ask is that, although I understand her need and entitlement to have a real man fuck her, I have a problem with weekends away, when she should be with her husband for the most part. You would never stop her I know, but she ought to see your hurt and potential jealousy.



Answer from Sara:

How does Emily treat me after a date or weekend with Matthew?

Well, first, as to a weekend, that's rarer than a date, maybe a twice a year thing.

Should she be home with me? I don't know, I suppose. If we had a 'normal' relationship. But every time she goes away with him she does so with my blessing, even if part of me is jealous, even if part of me just wants her home with me, doing things as a married couple.

And when she's away for a weekend, I'll admit, it's difficult for me. It is much more than just a date, it is more than just sex, Tanya is right, they are a couple for a weekend. Almost like a relationship. Heck, forget the 'almost' cause it is a relationship.

How does she treat me? Dates and weekends are different.

Dates, coming home, are almost a continuation of her time with him, more sexual, more erotic. Most post-date finds me waiting in the bedroom, candles, wine (wine often forgotten), as we typically make love immediately, our special way.

Weekends, on the other hand, are slower, purposeful, not just Emily and Sara having post Emily/Matthew sex. There's more intimacy, more, I don't know, service, somehow love.

It may be a cliche, but when she comes home from a weekend, she typically expects to find dressed in a maid's uniform.

And no, not this (I have ones like this, though):


What I mean, is a uniform like this:


A uniform that is relatively plain, that is comfortable, that is practical, and can be worn to work in. A uniform low or mid heels, because high, stiletto heels only slow a maid down. A uniform that isn't about sex, but instead about serving.

In such a uniform, a feminized husband can bring in luggage and unpack for her tired wife. Draw her a bath. Make her tea. Help her relax after a long weekend. It helps re-establish the intimate connection that only she and I can share.

I'm jealous when she's gone that long. Without question.

But she feels some guilt, too.

And by serving her and pampering her, we both understand what we have together. We chat, talk about what she did with him, what I did while she was gone.

I know it can seem unfair, right? Emily spends a romantic weekend with her lover while leaving chaste her husband at home. I get that, and to some extent, it is.

So this re-connects us. Serving her, I remember why I love her, why I submit, why her sexuality is important to me. Serving her, I'm reminded this actually makes me happy, despite the chastity, despite the jealousy.

Helping her dress for bed in something pretty and feminine, doing so myself, we both remember it's this intimacy that works for us. This is her accepting my love and showing hers for me.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Fantasy



It's a fantasy, though one she'd rather think about that perhaps actually do. But it's powerful, the thought two men she knows fuck her. Men she sees, perhaps daily, perhaps just from time to time. But she'd never know...

Did that man at work fuck her?

Her boss?

The mechanic?

Her husband's friends?

Who? Who? Who did she taste, who was inside her, who knows despite her proper demeanor, inside lives a wanton slut?

If it happened, there would be two rules.

She knows them.

She never gets to find out who they were.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Reassurance

"It's not gay," my wife whispers over and over as she directs my mouth to his hard cock, helps me take it between my lips.

"But," I start to whisper back, silent as the head touches my lips.

"Shhh, it's gay when a man sucks another man's cock," she says, "but you're not a man, you'e a sissy. And a cock sucking sissy is the most natural thing in the world."


In a good marriage, everyone communicates what they want and everyone gets what they want.


Jealousy



Of course you're jealous; your wife is spending the weekend with a man. Not in a platonic way, not for a business trip, but an actual, honest to goodness 'he makes her feel' like she hasn't felt in years kind of way.

Like, spend most of the weekend in the hotel room fucking kind of way.

Like, looking at him and not seeing her loving, but never masculine husband husband, but a man, a real man.

Like, get on her knees and do things she's never done for you.

Like, get fucked, really fucked.

So why wouldn't you be jealous?

You're home, carrying on your normal life of work, household chores. Mundane, but necessary tasks.

And she's with him, normal life forgotten, living a fantasy weekend, something from a romance novel.

That mundane life, dusting, folding laundry, gives you time to think, to picture what she's going, what's being done to her

And to remember that moment when you watched her pack, watched her get dressed, watched her pull a black stocking up her leg.

"I can text him no," she said, seeing your face.

"You...you just look so...so beautiful," you swallowed.

"And it's for him," she said.

"Yes," you looked down.

"I can text him no," she said again, "but I don't think that's what you want, is it?"

You followed her eyes, saw her look between your legs, at the flannel trousers covering your panties, the chastity cage.

"No," you said, feeling the tightening, "you...you know it isn't."

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Looks can be deceiving. Or not.


"H...honey, this...this isn't what it looks like," his wife said when he came home early and found her dressed in lingerie, a fit, naked black man standing in front of her.

Stunned, he said the first thing that came to mind. "It looks like you're about to give him a fucking blow job. And...and like he wants to fuck you silly."

His wife bit her lip, frowned. "Maybe it is what it looks like," she blushed.

The black man grinned, looked over at her stunned husband. "Bitch, this is exactly what it looks like. Now sit your pathetic ass in the corner and watch how a real man takes care of a woman."


Hard to believe there was actually a point in your life you tried to deny you were a sissy.


Training


You understand, don't you, that learning to cum like a girl isn't aspirational, it isn't something you do a few times hoping it takes, abandoning it if it doesn't.

This is mandatory.

Mandatory.

You're not a man, you're a sissy. Your clit doesn't belong in women, doesn't go in women, and god forbid it ever was in a woman, you aren't doing that ever again.

Training is mandatory because a sissy's clit is not a sexual organ. It can be, for poorly trained girls, but it won't be, not once you submit to a master or a mistress.

No, sissy, your sexual organ is your pretty sissy ass.

You masturbate like a girl, taking a dildo inside you.

You fuck like a girl, taking cock inside you.

And you cum like a girl, on your back or on your hands and knees, legs spread as your fucked.

You get this, right?

You may be uncaged now, but that will end. Soon, that will end.

If you want to cum, if you want to squirt, if you want sexual release, this is the path, the one true way, now and forever.