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Humbled

submissive husband“Darling” I heard Hannah say as I stood in my corner pressing an especially moist pair of her panties into their accustomed spot with my nose, “Come over here for a moment.”

I did as I was told and saw that Mady had come into the bedroom. While she was “on duty” for an hour or two in the mornings, Hannah is happy to let Mady wear a casual outfit of a sheer top and a cute pair of faded, soft, jeans on days where there will be a fair bit of housework. I guess today was a house work day.

“Here are his keys Mady…Unlock him.”

I stood, naked except for my cock cage and stainless steel ball stretcher, with my hands behind my back. Mady took the keys and unlocked the brass padlock of my cage.

“Leave the ring in place dear. He won’t be out long. Now elliot, we don’t have long but I wanted to show Mady how quickly you can make your little cock spurt. So get to it. Mady, hand him his cup.”

I began to pull on my already erect cock with my right hand while holding my sake cup with my left.

“So Mady, we could be here all day and this silly man would just keep pulling his little cock with no ejaculation. This is because, even though he has not come in months, I trained him years ago not to ejaculate until his nipples have been pinched. Hard.”

“Yes ma’am.” said Mady.

“Your exercise program has certainly paid off Mady. Now my darling has a nice flat tummy and a nicely rounded bottom.”

“Thank you ma’am. Squats are a wonderful way of building up a bottom.” said Mady as I pulled furiously. “And so, honestly, is carrying a girl on your shoulders every day.” said Mady.

“I bet it is.” said Hannah. “Now why don’t you unbutton you blouse and let elliot look at your pretty little breasts. I see him staring at you often. Silly man.”

Even though her blouse was sheer enough that I could easily see the outline of her pert pink nipples, having Mady unbutton and then stroke her own nipples erect was, as you might guess, very exciting. I was very close to the edge and slowed my pumping.

“So, Mady, would you like to pinch his nipple and watch his little cock squirt?” asked Hannah.

“Yes ma’am. But can I pinch his little cock first?”

“Of course dear.”

For a maid who does a fair bit of housework Mady has very well kept, quite long nails. She keeps them neatly polished and trimmed preferring a square shape rather than Hannah’s more oval approach. She took her thumb and all the nails on her right hand and drove them into the tip of my cock. Hard. I admit I yelped at the pain of it.

“Do you like looking at my boobs every day?” she asked still driving her nails into my engorged cockhead.

“Yes miss.” I gasped.

“Good. Wouldn’t you just love it if you were allowed to come all over them like a real man rather than jacking off into this pathetic little cup.”

“Yes miss.”

“Well,” said Hannah, “you can’t. Pinch a nipple Mady. We have a day to get on with.”

Without ceasing to drive her nails into my cock Mady took her other hand and pinched my nipple hard. I came hard and immediately.

“Excellent. So Mady, what should he do with that revolting mess before you lock him back up?” asked Hannah.

“Ma’am, he could drink it ma’am but I think he’d probably like that. So I think he should smear hs come on his sore little nipples and let it dry for the morning. He can shower off after his exercise.”

“What a good idea dear. elliot, you do that while Mady locks you back in your cage.” said the Lady of the House sipping her tea.

Surprise Release

March is practically over and, delightfully, Hannah has let me out of my cock cage a couple of times. Just for a bit of relief. And she is wonderfully strict. “You can make your little mess but let’s get this done quickly.” I have about a minute to get hard before Hannah begins to pinch my nipples and telling me “Now hurry up. Make your little cockett squirt. Then you can lick up every drop.” It doesn’t take long and I have to clean up the mess I’ve made in the sake cup. Hannah doesn’t even let me take the cock cage ring which goes behind my balls off when I am masturbating for her. As soon as I have liked up the last drop of my come she’ll say,”Did you enjoy that Darling… Good. Now get your cage back on and we’ll put you away again.” I stuff my limp cock in my cage and the Lady of the House snaps the padlock shut.

I am a very lucky man.

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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.

Stand and Deliver

dominant wife“Darling, get out of bed. Pull down your pants and pull up your nighty.” said Hannah when she saw that I was watching her dressing in our mirror.

“Now here’s your cup. Start pulling your little cock. I’ll pinch your nipples when I’ve finished dressing and you are to come.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Well, get cracking. I just have to slip on these stockings and my dress.”

I did as I was told and quickly had an steel hard erection. I kept stroking watching my beautiful wife hook the garter tabs to her sheer, seamed stockings. When she was done she walked over to me in her beautiful white sheer bra and tight little white side zip open bottomed girdle. She took both my nipples between her thumbnails and her flat cut middle fingernails and pinched them hard.

“Now come. I don’t have all day to wait for your little mess.”

Of course I squirted quickly.

“Lovely. Now you know what to do with that messy cup and remember to lick it clean.” she said as she released my nipples and turned to put on her dress.

I am a very lucky man.

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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Real Obedience

submissive husband In a female led relationship it takes some time for a man to really accept his position. Or at least it has taken me several years to embrace my real status.

For the longest time I fought against Hannah’s control. Not overtly but rather by mentioning my sexual frustration. I’m afraid I was a bit of a nag. And worse, I continued to have expectations that my sexuality, my urges, while unimportant, still counted for something.

This last year has put paid to that and I have finally, and thankfully, realized my sexual urges are a matter of complete indifference to Hannah. She has, largely, forgotten I have any sex at all. Instead, I have become a chaste husband who is loved dearly by his wife. And totally ignored sexually except, once or twice a month when she wants to humiliate me, I have to jerk off into my cup while she hurries me along.

“Come on. Make that little cock spurt.” she’ll say twisting my nipple. I have, perhaps, a minute. The rest of the time she is far too busy with our lives to take the slightest notice. Of course I am still disciplined and I have learned that corner time or a good whipping is a perfect substitute for any sort of sexual fulfilment I might long for.

Best of all, Hannah has pretty much ceased to want any penetration. If I am to pleasure her my tongue is all she wants or needs, and, in fact, she usually stops me before her completion and finishes herself. I am left hard and discarded on my side of the bed.

Which makes me love her all the more.

Prostate Milked in My Corner #femdom #flm

For a variety of reasons the Lady of the House and I have been on the move for the last few weeks. Which is annoying and stressful. All the more so as there has been very little privacy or time to maintain our routine.

But that has not stopped the Lady of the House from making it very clear who wears the pants…”You can take these panties” she said slipping off her black cotton panties “and pick a corner in the wash room. I will be with you in a little while.”

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I stripped naked as required and pressed the wet fragrant gusset of Hannah’s panties to a corner of the tiny bathroom with my nose. Her scent was intoxicating.

She left me there for what seemed like half an hour but I suspect less than that. I couldn’t help my erection. Hannah explained over a month that until I have been throughly caned my cock will not be allowed anywhere near her. And she has been terrifically distracted so has not noticed how many days it is since last I was allowed to humiliate myself into my cup.

Tonight I was a little cheeky and so was being punished. I heard the bathroom door open.

“No, stay where you are. I see your little cockette is a bit hard. Well, darling, I know I have been neglecting you on that front. Frankly, sometimes forget about you that way completely. But we can’t let you go too long.”

As she said this last I could hear her putting on a pair of dish gloves. She took her soaking panties away from my nose and draped their gusset on the tip of my little cock. “Now you just stand right there and I will see what I can do.”

I felt her push the middle finger of her left hand up my bottom.

“I know that what you really would like is a really hard caning. All those lovely welts.”

Her right hand closed around my hard little penis and began to jerk it roughly in rhythm to her voice and her two fingers now up my bottom stroking my prostate.

“But, darling we can’t punish you properly her so I will just have to humiliate you into my panties and watch as you lick every bit of your mess and my lovely nectar of the cotton…”

I came all over the block panties…

“Good boy….Now put those panties down on the floor beside the toilet and get licking while I finger fuck your cute little bottom.”

I knelt on the hard, cold tile deep in contented surrender to the Lady of the House.