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Shown my place

After  my whipping I served Hannah cocktails and we had a delicious dinner and then she sent me up to bed.  “Don’t forget your tablet” she said kissing me good night.  I didn’t and I washed carefully hoping she might let me come. It has been nearly a month.

Hannah writes about her pleasure over at her blog A Dominant Wife. I was hugely excited to be allowed to orally pleasure her and relieved to be allowed to enter her after she came.

Of course I was disappointed to only be allowed gentle strokes for her greater pleasure rather than being able to thrust and maybe come.  But Hannah’s hands stayed at her side and my nipples remained untouched much less pinched.  She likes my cock  hardened  by Viagra because it will stay hard for as long as she chooses to use it. Without the Viagra, after a while, doing gentle strokes leads to a softening and sometimes Hannah would caress my nipples just to keep me hard.  Now she doesn’t have to. She can ignore me and still enjoy my cock.

After about five minutes of my obedient stroking Hannah told me to withdraw and put on a panti girdle so I wouldn’t pester her with my erection. Reluctantly I obeyed and write this entry the next morning, in bed, in my panti girdle, hard as a rock with Hannah sleeping beside me.

I am a lucky man.

Obedient Husband….the book is finally here

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Obedient Husband: Elegant Female Led Marriage

The second volume of our story is now available on Kindle. The Lady of the House is not happy with the typeface so I suspect I will be redoing the cover – so this would be the rare, first issued, edition.

You don’t need a Kindle to read Kindle books. You can go here to download a reader for a PC or here for Macs.

It would be lovely to have a few reviews.

Back to the Basics

dominant wife, obedient husband“Darling, when you have finished in the bathroom come and kneel by the bed.” said Hannah a bit sleepily. We’ve been moving and it has meant a lot of our routine has been disrupted. And, for some reason, the Lady of the House has had no interest in her own pleasure much less mine. Too busy I suspect. I knelt.

“So here is one of your tablets for that little cockette.” said Hannah holding out a small dosage of Viagra. “I want you to start getting hard regularly. It keeps you focussed and now that we are moved in I want to get back to our routine. I know I have not whipped you in a couple of weeks and, up until now, there really has not been an empty corner to put you in. But first, lets have you erect more often.”

With that Hannah pinched my nipple between her thumbnail and her sharp index finger nail as I knelt. “Now look at that little cock…even before the Viagra it is getting so hard. Are you almost finished the next volume of our book?”

“Just about darling. I have it in review at Kindle.”

Hannah gave my nipple a twist and then my now hard cock a friendly but stiff slap. “Good. Still called “Obedient Husband” I trust.”

“Yes Miss. That’s what you wanted it called so that is what I called it.”

Hannah held my testicles and began to squeeze uncomfortably. “Well it has certainly taken you long enough. And once this book is done I want the Maid book up and then we are going to write a guide to Elegant Female Led Marriages – well, you are going to write it and I am going to supervise and revise. Now that we are in the country you’ll have fewer distractions. And you can get to work on our books and on getting a lot fitter.”

She slide her middle finger into my backdoor. “It is a long winter coming up. I think we need to go back to basics. More pleasure for me, more discipline for you.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Do you like my finger in your bottom?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, we are going to be concentrating a bit back there. Now get to work.” she said pulling her finger free.

Mindful in my Corner

As Hannah was undressing last night she put her pretty white panties to one side.

“Darling. I’ve decided I’ll be leaving my panties out of the laundry from time to time. If you see I have left them for you it means I want you to spend some time in your corner in the morning while you are waiting for my kettle to boil. I don’t want to have to remind you. If my panties are out your nose is in your corner when I wake up. Then, a bit later in the morning you can rinse them out.”

Which is exactly what happened this morning: Hannah awoke to the site of my lightly bruised bottom and her still moist panties pressed by my nose into the wall. She said nothing and, eventually, her kettle boiled and we got on with our day.

Perfect.

Instructions

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“So Darling…Go and get your little cup. I want your little cock to spurt quickly tonight.”

I hastened to comply. It has been several weeks since I have been allowed to ejaculate. I stood beside Hannah’s side of the bed.

“Now lift up your nighty Dear. tuck it under your chin so I can pinch your nipples and get your silly little thing to make is mess. I don’t have all night. Tomorrow morning you are going to your corner with my panties and then I am going to give you a good whipping. I have been neglectful. But by having you come tonight you’ll be all soft in the morning and your stripes will sting just a little bit more.”

Her sweet words were all I needed. I came and caught every bit in my iron saki cup.

“Very good. Now drink your medicine and go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and I want to make sure you start it with a neat dozen welts on your pretty little bottom.”

I drank my come and tucked in.

At Her Feet

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A Man’s Place is at her Feet

Neither Hannah nor I have a particular thing about feet. I like her feet but I am not obsessed with them. At the same time, part of my duties are to keep her toenails trimmed and polished. She likes deep red and also likes to have a choice of reds.

My job, when she says “My toenails are looking a little worn.” is to get a nice towel, a little bit of paper towel and her nail polish and wait, kneeling, at my station. Sometimes I have to remover the old nail polish and start with a base coat, blow it dry, then – quickly and accurately – apply the colour layer, blow it dry, and then a top coat if we have time. Ten or fifteen minutes usually does the job.

Hannah, to enjoy the whole salon element usually reads a fashion magazine and entirely ignores me. It is a bit humiliating but lovely none the less.

[Hannah read this post and pointed out that I a) did not mention that my book "Cornertime" is free at Amazon until Friday, b) that for every comment left on this site this week I will be spending 5 minutes in my corner and for every review at Amazon I will have ten minutes of thankful meditation.]

Reminder

dominant wife“Now Dear, I have to go out but, before I go I’m going to give you a good maintenance whipping. Now get those pants of and get on your knees and ask for your discipline.”

I instantly complied and, kneeling and looking up at my lovely wife said, “Darling, would you take the trouble to whip your loving husband. Just as hard and as long as you feel I need?”

“I certainly will. Just lie over the end of the bed and we can get started.”

I draped myself across the bed, tips of my toes touching the floor. The Lady of the House wasted no time and gave me a delicious and very firm hand warm up. Brisk strokes from side to side for a couple of minutes. “There we are, all nice and pink and ready for my pretty cane.”

Hannah’s cane whistled through the air and a line of fire slashed across my bottom. She paused, corrected her stance a bit and began to whip me in earnest. Not at all full force. I was not being punished, just reminded. But hard enough that I was vocalizing by the sixth stroke and flexing up on my tip toes until she, finally, stopped at twelve.

“Now darling, I know how much you hate it when I am not firm with you so, before you jerk your little cockette into your cup, I want you to really feel these.”

The only thing which changed was that Hannah now gave me six strokes swinging from her shoulder rather than her wrist. Still far from even half strength these last strokes raised a welt with each swing.

“Excellent. Here’s your cup. I don’t have all day to watch you jerk that little thing. Come on.” and as she said this her hand went up my shirt and, after flicking my nipple erect, Hannah dug her nails in to signal that I was to come. I was not even completely hard as I made my mess in the cup.

“Now drink it all up and lick the bottom. You really are very sweet. I’ve left my handwashing in its basket…I’ll be home for cocktails.” And with that my wonderful wife went out the door.

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After Dinner

dominant wife, submissive husbandPart of how the Lady of the House likes to run our relationship is that we are deeply conventional from the perspective of the outside world. If people looked carefully they would realize that I defer to Hannah more than most husbands do; but they would never guess that my bottom bears the bruises of the last time I was foolish enough to question her authority. But it is not enough to obey, I have to accept the fact she makes the decisions and, more importantly, that she will punish me if I don’t. And part of that means facilitating and arranging her pleasure.

Last night Hannah was determined to give her gentleman a real treat. Seeing her in her sheer teddy and stockings was a start but my sense was that she wanted to do more. A whisper in the kitchen as we were clearing confirmed this and, as we sat with dessert and wine I turned to her and said, “Darling, I think our guest would like to see more of your pretty breasts…why don’t you drop your dress for him?”

“Yes Dear.” she said letting the straps fall and exposing the sheer half cups of her teddy.

Our guest was transfixed as Hannah and I chatted and her pretty pink nipples hardened under his gaze.

She was completely relaxed, nearly naked to the waist at her dining table, her loving husband offering her ripe breasts to their guest.

“I suspect, darling, that the dear man would very much like to touch your breasts. May he?” I asked knowing he would not have presumed.

“I would like him to very much if he wants to.” said Hannah leaning in a little and looking her gentleman straight in the eye.

He did not have to be asked twice and, in a moment he was touching and caressing my dear girls’ perfect breasts.

“And I am pretty certain he would like to kiss and suck them.”

“Go ahead.” said Hannah lifting her breast out of the tiny wisp of lace which barely concealed them.

Our guest enjoyed himself for a few minutes until I told him to stop and got up to serve the coffee. When I returned to the table Hannah had re-arranged her dress and sat demurely sipping her wine…the night was off to a grand start and she smiled at me. I suspected there was more to come.

Cornertime

I am sent to my corner for a variety of reasons. Sometimes it is simply for reflection and obedience, other times it is a prelude to more serious punishment and sometimes it is a punishment in itself.

Which brings up the interesting question of how severe a punishment. Canings come in grades from light to severe as do bathbrushings and the like. So, a poll….

Keeping Track

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“Darling” said the Lady of the House rather languidly as she lay in bed, “I have the most wonderful idea. You know how much I like seeing your pretty little cock rings.”

“Yes dear.” I said wondering what Hannah had in mind.

“Well dear, we have about a dozen of them. All the same diameter. Fortunately pretty small for your tiny cock. Well, I think we should put one on each day you do not come. So, come here.” she said motioning to her side of the bed.

“You were very good last night. You licked me just the way I like and, when I decided to let you give me greater pleasure, you were very obedient and took your instructions well. I know I could have told you to stop and you would have. But I didn’t and you came. So today is day 1: hold out that pretty little cock for my ring.”

Hannah had a little trouble getting the ring over my cockhead as I was swelling with excitement. But she managed as she always does.

“There you are darling. Now I will be able to see at a glance how long you have been chaste. Of course, a dozen rings is probably not enough…But it is a start. Now off you go.”

The second ring went on this morning…