Darling Hannah has been enjoying the response to our first Kindle book A Man In My Position (The Well Tempered Husband)
“We can use those pretty stockings pictures you took last year.”
So I did and wrote a little longing commentary. Stockings Tops (Retro Lingerie, Dominant Wife)
She really is quite beautiful.
“There, nine rings.” said Hannah pulling my little cock through the last ring. “Not much room for many more; but, no matter. Go and get your cup.”
I hastened to comply.
“Now, dear man, let’s see if you can even get hard with that much metal on your little penis.”
I began to stroke but Hannah was right, the metal rings made full erection impossible.
“That’s perfect!” cried Hannah watching my cock fail. “Just like being milked but easier for me. Well, hurry up, make your mess.”
With that she took my right nipple between her thumb and index fingernails and squeezed. A sustained dribble of come sloshed into my cup. It was, at best, half an orgasm. Pleasurable but without any intensity.
“Lick it up darling. This really is delightful. Now the only time you will have a real orgasm is when I want your little cock in me, which as we both know is no more than a couple of times a month. But you can be drained through your rings and not lose attention. I think this is one of my better ideas.”
“Yes, dear, it is.” I said knowing she would be keeping me ringed from now on.
“Take off all but three. That way, in a week you’ll have ten on. Perfect.”
After the cancellation earlier this week Hannah was more than a little skeptical as to Simone’s visit. “Why would a young girl want to risk joining people she does not know?” Of course I took a certain amount of good natured teasing about my exhibitionistic nature – perhaps well deserved.
However, the night before the appointed day I had made a rather major error believing that Hannah had told me to paint some walls when she had said, or at least thought she had said, just the opposite. And I used the wrong paint. Which lead to out gassing, Hannah having a sore throat and a headache and my being in trouble. The smell abated but I was definitely in line for punishment. Read More
I was lying between Hannah’s lovely long white thighs early this morning, paying oral tribute to her beautiful pussy. Long ice cream licks and lots of lovely sucking and swallowing. She had wanted to wait until she had bathed but, as I said to her, “A 50′s housewife sucked her husband’s cock when he wanted it sucked. I lick your cunt in the morning because that is what a man in my position is required to do.” And I got to work. She tasted wonderfully sweet. But the the Lady of the House was not in the mood to come and, after a few minutes, told me to stop.
“But you may have ten strokes.” she said smiling. I hastened to obey. “Strokes” are just that. I am allowed to slip my cock into her and thrust a prescribed number of times. I am not allowed to come and it is up to me to make sure I don’t make a mess. This morning I could only manage half a dozen strokes before knowing that even one more would push me over. I withdrew.
“That’s alright darling,” said Hannah as I lay face down on the bed embarrassed that I could not contain myself. “I know it has been at least a week. And you are a very good man for pulling out when you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t make a mess. But I will still have to punish you as I said ten not six. I think you can get on with the basement painting this afternoon in your clips and a good stiff girdle. That will remind you to keep better control of your little cock.” Read More
As the seasons change the lady of the house slips from her summer dresses to her more structured fall clothes. Soon the perfect girdle and seamed hose will graciously complement the heels and skirts for cocktails.
I fear I was a bit snappish this morning. “That’s enough of that.” said Hannah slipping off her panties and handing them to me, “Off you go to your corner.”
Ten minutes in the dark pressing Hannah’s scent to the wall with my nose reminded me of my place.
“Now take your position.” No nonsense this morning – I was to be whipped. And I was. Not severely, just a dozen medium strokes of the heavy rattan cane.
“Stand up” said Hannah when she was finished. She took my semi erect cock in one hand. “I’ve been a bit neglectful of your discipline lately. Well, that is going to change. You have been a bit snappy and I will not put up with that. Now go have your shower.”
Balance restored, cock erect with longing, I did as I was told.
Every so often, say every six months or so since I began as a man in my position I get so horney that, I’m afraid, I forget all my good intentions about only having sex when Hannah wants it. This morning was one of those times. I have not come in a couple of weeks and, waking with a throbbing erection, I began to caress Hannah’s sleeping pussy. She was a bit moist and, knowing I would be punished, I tried to push my way in.
And failed.
Hannah was more amused than angry and knowing how much I want her always arouses her. She took matters into her own hands as I whispered my apologies and my humiliation. “Darling I am so sorry my little cock couldn’t please you.” And then I had a clever idea: “I could advertise for a nice young man, black or white, your choice. I could serve you both drinks and then be sent to my corner while you had a really big hard cock in you.” Hannah bucked and squirmed, saying nothing, but clearly enjoying the image.
“Are you ready?” she gasped as she neared her edge.
I was. Too ready actually. I was leaking pre-cum and thinking about penguins and nuns. And, so, of course when Hannah came I was limp. She stroked and pinched my nipples but, the reality was that I had started wrong. I had tried to make love to Hannah instead of accepting that it can never work that way. I have learned my place in a way I never thought possible; when I try to assert myself sexually, my own well trained body betrays me and remembers to obey Hannah.
How perfect.
I got hard again a few minutes later. “Lovely Darling” Hannah said feeling my erection, “Time for you to go and make coffee.”
I was just waking up. The house was quiet. Hannah was dressing and, delightfully, letting me see all that I am not allowed to touch. “Now, your spanking and we’re off.”
I had been snippy a day or two ago and Hannah had said, “Well you certainly need a good whipping but I don’t have time right now.” I had apologized and nothing more had come of it. I thought she had forgotten.
As she zipped up her skirt it was apparent she hadn’t. “Into position.”
I immediately obeyed and stripped of my underwear I knelt on the edge of the bed, face down, bottom up. I could hear Hannah rustling in the closet where she keeps her canes. But that stopped and she walked to our bathroom.
“Much better. We don’t have much time.” She smacked my bottom a few times with her hand. “You should know better than to be snippy to the lady of the house.”
“Yes ma’am”.
“Well this will remind you.”
The first smack of the bath brush reminded me just how much I prefer almost any other implement. A second, more forceful shot suggested that Hannah had her range. Now all I could do was try to say still as I was taught my lesson.
I quickly lost count of the strokes. Hannah was putting her firm force into each and it was all I could do to remain in position. She had not restrained me. But I knew if I moved, gave into my urge to crawl away, she would just start over.
The bath brush is quite heavy and while there is a slap as it connects, the real sting goes much deeper. Especially, when, as she did this morning, the lady of the house concentrates her strokes on a rosy spot on each cheek. I was squirming and very close to tears when she finally thought I had been properly reminded of my manners.
“Now, get dressed and make sure you put your paddling in your punishment book. I was checking and you have been a bit lazy there.”
“Thank you darling. I will.”
I stood up. Hannah came very close and took my semi erect cock in her hand. She stroked it lightly and with her other hand flicked my nipples. “It is so much better when you are obedient and respectful isn’t it.”
“Yes darling.”
“Well, I certainly don’t have time to do anything about your little cock right now; but perhaps this afternoon you can have some corner time and then give me my pleasure.”
I was stiff with excitement. “Yes, darling.”
“Get dressed, make the beds and we’ll get going.”
When you are a chaste male it does not mean that the lady of the house does not take her pleasure. When she wants. Often she is quite direct. She will lie on our bed and slip off her panties. I know my place and immediately slip my tongue into her sweet moisture. In the past few years I have improved my skills. I have learned to begin slowly and move to ice cream cone licks before concentrating on her pretty clit.
She likes to have me suck her clit into my mouth and hold it there with my pursed lips as I roll my tongue around it and sometimes, lightly, slid my teeth across it.
There is something quite wonderful about licking patiently and well until the lady of the house comes or decides to take matters into her own hands. If the later I am required to remain hard and at the ready in case, for her greater pleasure, she decides she wants my cock. She always comes before making this decision. And, even if she lets me slide inside her, by now, beautifully wet pussy, it is not until she actually pinches my nipples that I am allowed to ejaculate.
As a general rule, when she has me for her greater pleasure and allows me to ejaculate she wants me done quickly. Less than ten strokes. My nipples throb as I race to finish. This is not my greater pleasure, it is hers in feeling herself filled and seeing the longing in my eyes as I push towards completion.
Bliss
And, with her permission a gallery of men orally serving.
Thank you for your posting. It has been inspiring to know other men also want to serve there lady of the house.
I am a married man that is working with my lady of the house to set up my position. It would be helpful if you would provide me the details of your position. It is hard for my lady to come up with rules and guidelines for me. Training in this area is not readily available.
My intention is to please my lady.
Sincerely,
Help Me R77
R77 brings up a good point – there is very little training available for the partners in a female led marriage. I have, however, found AboutFLR.com and She-Makes-the Rules.com somewhat helpful.
In many ways this blog is a very personal guide to how one couple has arranged a female led marriage.
Critically, every couple is different. Some women are naturally dominant, others absolutely the opposite: and most fall somewhere in between. But, if we have learned anything in our relationship it is that dominance and submission are a very small part of our world. In fact, a naturally rather submissive woman can led a marriage simply by setting her own standards very high.
For a lovingly obedient husband, accepting the primacy of his wife can often start in the bedroom. Essentially, a surrendered husband has no sexual “rights”. Sex, in all its wonderful variety, becomes soley for her pleasure.
In a sense this is the chasity of the will. While an obedient husband may very well be thinking about having sex (or gaining relief) all the time, his behaviour is entirely determined by his wife’s needs and desires.
In my experience, women are quite cyclical so be prepared to be chaste for weeks at a time. But even at their lustiest, women who are not loved and pampered, are unlikely to be paying much attention to their sexual stirrings, much less yours.
Which suggests the next level of commitment; your objective is to make your wife feel wonderful, cherished, beautiful. You also need to embrace her authority and respect her decisions and requirements. To give a simple example, I used to say “I am popping down to the pub.” on my way out the door. Now, most of the time, I ask, “May I go to the pub?” and accept the fact my wife can, and does, say, “No”.
Simple, everyday, actions can make a huge difference. You make the bed, you pick up and fold/hang up her clothes. You check to see if her boots need polishing and dust her shoes and bags. If your wife will let you, hand wash her lingerie and stockings.
Rise when your lady enters the room, pay attention to what she wants to talk about, defer to her opinion, be very well mannered indeed.
Now all of the above could be done by a loving, attentive man without the existence of a female led element in the relationship. However, a wife will soon grow very used to this level of service and subordination. She will take it as the proper way for her house to be ordered. Her standards will become more demanding. And, should you fail to meet them or simply to ensure your obedience, the lady of the house is quite likely to add a measure of discipline to her regime.
More on that in a subsequent post.
And thank you for asking.
The lady of the house is coming on heat – which is wonderful for her and sometimes for me. Last night I heard the happy words “Wash your hands” as I turned out my light. I hastened to comply and when I got back to bed Hannah made it clear my position was head between her pretty thighs, mouth wide open, tounge to work.
After a few minutes she decided to take matters into her own hands. “You watch and make sure you are hard when I am done.” This was not at all difficult to achieve. Hannah knows just how to touch herself and, in a very few minutes came beautifully.
“Now darling.” I slide into Hannah and, after a few strokes she began to rub and flick my nipples. I was very close and I was just longing for the sharp pinch which was permission to come.
It never came. Instead Hannah push down on my hips which is her very clear signal I am to withdraw. So I did.
“Thank you my darling. That was just perfect.” She rolled on her side and, in a moment or two was fast asleep.
It took me a little longer.
