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Through my Paces

forced erection, dominant wife, submissive husband, “Darling,” said Hannah as we were finishing dinner, “Take this.”

The Lady of the House handed me a full 50 mg Viagra tablet. I was used to receiving my daily dose in a cut tablet as Hannah likes me ready to erect but not really frisky. Plus, of course, up until last week, I had been in my chastity cage pretty much full time.

“Now, go upstairs and get into your nightie. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I went up to our bedroom, undressed, and put on the white cotton nightie Mady had laid out for me in my little dressing room. It was quite short with broad shoulder straps. It had a little ruffle of white lace at the hem. Looking in the mirror I realized that with the ball stretcher in place, my testicles were on full display. And, of course, just putting on this pretty garment had started my cock getting erect. Hannah likes me to lie on my back when she sends me up to bed early. With my eyes tightly closed. So I did. I didn’t have long to wait. I heard Hannah’s heels clicking on the wood stairs coming up and I could hear the equally sharp clicks of Mady’s maid mules as well.

“So there he is Mady. Adorable. Help me off with my dress.” I heard Hannah say. Then I felt the hem of my nightie being lifted. “See, his little cock is hard already. It isn’t much of a cock but, honestly, I have had much larger cocks and I have not enjoyed the experience all that much. But, as I was saying earlier, the last thing you should worry about in a husband is the size of his cock. If you train him properly he will rarely use it anyway. Just when you are in the mood.”

I lost the rest of the conversation as Hannah lowered herself onto my face bottom first. Her lovely thighs covered my ears and her beautiful backdoor press down on my nose. My job was to lick her pussy stretching my tounge out as far as possible so its tip could reach her sweet clitty. She was already wonderfully wet. When I am licking the Lady of the House my full concentration is on the task at hand. My own hands are under my bottom. I lose track of time and I was actually quite surprised when Hannah lifted herself up and I felt her wet cunt engulf my now pulsing cock.

“You see Mady, when you use the female superior position, and that is really the only position a dominant wife should use, you are able to use your husband’s cock properly for your pleasure.” Hannah was lifting herself up and down on my shaft. I am trained not to thrust until told and it was, perhaps, thirty strokes in before Hannah said “Meet me” which is my signal to thrust.

“So Mady, you will notice that his nightie is still covering his nipples. I don’t want any accidents and elliot really is nipple trained. Unless his nipples are pinched he knows he is not allowed to come. Now I am just going to concentrate for a few minutes.” The room was silent except for the delicious sounds of sex. I was getting so hard and, I am afraid, so close. And then, as quickly as she had taken me, Hannah rolled off.

“Corner.”

Hannah likes her privacy when she comes and I went to my corner where Hannah had tossed her panties. I saw Mady who, apparently, was going to be allowed to watch Hannah come. Lucky girl. I pressed Hannah’s panties into my corner tasting and smelling her moisture. I was still very hard.

In a very few minutes I heard the cries of Hannah’s orgasm and, a minute or two after that, “Run me a bath Mady.”

We were alone.

“That was lovely darling. Thank you. And I must say I very much like your ball strecher. It makes you look so masculine. We’ll put the second one on soon. Did you like Mady watching? I know I did. I bet you were thinking about how much fun you will have when she renews her vows. You are going to have a very busy little cock. You can stay in your corner while I bath. See if you can stay hard until I am done.”

I was in my corner for about fifteen minutes and when Hannah came back to our bedroom in her night dress she came over and grabbed my balls quite tightly.

“What a good boy. All nice and hard. But it is time for you to go to bed and I don’t want you pestering me. Mady. Bring one of the locking girdles.”

In a few minutes I was lying in bed in my nightie with a longline panty-girdle, modified with a simple bit of heavy canvas sewn around the top with two grommets at the ends through which Mady had put a padlock, snapped it shut, and given Hannah the keys as she curtsied her way from the room.

The Lady of the House Takes her Pleasure

dominant wife, submissive husband, oral pleasuresI do not think I have a happier place than lying between my lovely Hannah’s thighs licking and sucking her sweet pussy. It is, when I think of it, the perfect position for a submissive husband to occupy. Especially with my cock locked up in its cage, so hard with my chastity, my darling Hannah’s nectar dribbling down my throat and two of my fingers, on her instruction, pushed into her and left very still for her pleasure. In the morning, before Mady comes with our coffee and before I am sent to my corner, Hannah will often stretch herself awake and with a smile, lift the hem of her nightie over her hips. She does not have to say a thing but often does.

“Well, darling, why don’t you use that well trained tongue for my pleasure.” she said this morning. “I’m nice and wet so you may slip two fingers in. But keep them very still. I just want to feel a little full.”

And off we went.

It is not just my tongue which is well trained. In fact, my lips find and engulf her little clitoris and I suck it to erection. First many long licks from the bottom of her pussy spreading her rapidly swelling nether lips and ending with a flourish at her clitty. Then, when she is slick with her own moisture, I slip my fingers into her. All the way in. Then I focus on her clit. Sucking and holding her lightly in my lips, pulling her gently, but not too gently, towards my darting tongue.

I can feel her heartbeat increase and she begins to push herself down on my fingers and thrusts her clitoris up into my mouth as it swells. I know she is close and I hope she will give me the great gift of letting her come in my mouth. Hannah does not squirt, but when she comes there is a rush of moisture. I swallow every drop. Her back arches and she grinds her cunt onto my fingers. Sometimes she will let out a sigh or a long, low moan of pure pleasure.

And then she is done. I lick her clean. Not a trace of moisture remains.

The Lady of the House has taken her pleasure and the day has started well. I am sent to my corner, her taste, her juices intoxicating me as I press her panties into the angle with my nose. I have done what I have been told. The Lady of the House rings for her morning tea and Mady can always tell when she has been satisfied.

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Wife Led Marriage and the Real World

As I mentioned in my last post, Hannah and I have been extraordinarily busy these last couple of months. Which, as we both work for ourselves, is a very good thing. Much as I enjoy writing this blog I serve Hannah best by making sure she has what she wants and we have what we need. That means paying attention to business where there is business to attend to.

Which brings up the interesting, at least to me, question of how the fact I live my life in a 24/7 wife led marriage impacts the rest of life. The answer is that, with a couple of minor exceptions, it is really no different than if we had a vanilla marriage. Yes, my cock is in its cage and I have a weight around my ball sack which, so far as I can find out, is only going to get heavier. And I have not been allowed an orgasmic ejaculation for a month or two. (I’ve been milked by Mady twice but that only increases my frustration.) I have been much too busy to get into any serious trouble so I have not been whipped. Mady likes to use her little cane to urge me on when she is exercising me and she also enjoys practicing her stroke; but that is nothing like a punishment caning.

At the same time a couple who have been happily married for a nice long time as Hannah and I have will make time for intimacy. Or, more exactly, Hannah enjoys having my oral attentions from time to time and will lie back and spread her legs quite often. Amusingly she says that since I have also been serving Mady orally my technique has improved. My own sense is that my tongue is simply getting stronger and my ability to pay very, very close attention to pleasuring Hannah has increased. Practice makes perfect and all that.

Certain things do not change and I spend my time in my corner every morning with my nose pressed into Hannah’s panties until she tells me I am done. I often end my day with her taste on my lips and begin it with her scent.

On the rare occasion I am allowed to go to the pub I am amused by how entirely sexless my pals lives are compared to mine and yet none of them is in chastity (so far as I know.) Here is the difference, Hannah enjoys my sexuality. She enjoys the fact she can have my tongue without having to do a thing in return. She likes the fact Mady teases me but, as yet, has not in nearly a year, asked for the key to my cage. Hannah likes the fact that I awake uncomfortably every morning about six as my micro-dose of Viagra pushes my morning wood into the confines of my cage. The Lady of the House likes the fact that I have to ask her for any money I might need and that I walk half a pace behind her in public and in Church. She take a visceral thrill in my daily submissions. She love my eagerness to be allowed to slide into her a few times a year and, perhaps, come.

“Now, darling, you are the man I’ve always wanted.” Hannah said to me a couple of days ago.

I hope so.

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The Art of the Maid
Mady’s Favourite Book
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband
Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
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Aroused

pussy licking, maid“Mady” said Hannah from her armchair in her sitting room. “I would like to see the effect of the stretcher on elliot when he is aroused. If you could. Elliot, stand just in front of me and unbutton your shirt and unzip your girdle.”

I did as I was told and was soon standing in front of the Lady of the House in nothing but my cock cage and stretcher.

“Isn’t that handsome Mady. It will look all the better when its ready for the stainless steel cage. But let’s see it get hard. Or at least try.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Mady is a provocative little minx at the best of times and she knows more than a little about what gets me hard in my cage.

“May I have him kneel for a moment or two Ma’am?” she asked.

“By all means Mady.”

“Sir.”

I knelt. Mady walked over and hiked up her little skirt revealing her pretty stocking tops and her jet black lace panties.

“You know what to do.”

I did because Mady demanded I lick her pussy in this position at least twice a week. I rolled down her panties and then, as she had trained me, opened her sweet lips and held them oven with my thumbs. Then I began to lick and, most importantly, suck her beautifully erect clitoris. I knew she like her clitty sucked for a minute or two and then would push me into the deep licking of her cunt. I felt her hand on the back of my head and plunged into her rich wetness. I felt myself hardening ad I licked. And then I heard Mady say “Enough, get up.”

“Madame want you aroused, not me. But that was very good. Now, stand still.”

With Mady’s delicious taste still on my lips and her scent overwhelming me, I did as I was told. I felt her hand separating my bottom and then a finger pushing up my back passage. Then her other hand shot up and began to pinch and scratch my nipples. I could feel my cock filling my cage and pulling the skin of my scrotum up through the stretcher.

“Perfect Mady.” I heard Hannah say “The stretcher doesn’t stop him from getting hard in his cage at all. Look at that little thing pulse. You may stop Mady. elliot, stay where you are until you have lost that silly erection and when you have get dress and we’ll have our drinks. Thank you Mady.”

Mady gave The Lady of the House a deep curtsey and me a smile. It took several minutes before I was soft enough for Hannah to tell me to dress.

Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband 
Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
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Shopping expedition

dominant wife, submissive husband“So Darling, I’ve decided to take Mady shopping. I have a few things to pick up and I think it will do us all good to have a day out.”

I was, as I usually am when Hannah gives her instructions, standing in my corner, naked, my cock in its cage and my nose pressed in the gusset of Hannah’s gorgeous high waisted black lace panties.

“Mady has your outfit laid out and after your shower you can get dressed and give the car a quick wash.”

I did as I was told and, to my relief, my shopping outfit was not too embarrassing. I am used to wearing a high waisted panty-girdle – I actually rather like how it smooths everything out. Stockings under trousers are a bit warm but nothing to worry about. Again, I am used to having to wear a bra even though I know it shows a little under some clothes. Mady had put out a pretty lace, front closure bra in a small cup size with little breast forms. A nice pair of grey trousers with a side zip and front pleats along with a loose fitting cable knit sweater and a pair of low heeled black loafers. As ever, Hannah likes me to look androgynous in public. And, I saw, to add to the effect, a little black clutch bag which, I realized, I was going to be expected to carry. Oh well. I dressed and went downstairs to wash Hannah’s car.

Hannah likes to drive and drives very well. I have my licence but am not allowed to drive except when Hannah is tired or on errands for which I use my own old truck which is limited to 50 miles per hour. Hannah has a gorgeous older V8 BMW in a soft silver with a hint of lilac. I keep it very clean and well vacuumed. It was a gorgeous day and it was fun to take a break from the computer screens of work and actually do a bit of manual labour. I simply rinsed the body and then micro fibered the car dry. A little detailing on the wheels and Back to Black on the tires and the car sparkled.

Just in time. Hannah and Mady came out looking brilliant. Hannah had on a lovely, vintage look, ladies two piece suit in a grey Chanel tweed. Mady was wearing a black, full cut, pleated skirt with a vintage pale pink cashmere sweater set. Both ladies were in nude stocking and where Hannah wore a small heel, Mady wore an optimistic three inch patent leather pump. If I had to hazard a guess, Mady was corseted with her breasts supported but uncovered under her thin cashmere sweater, my darling Hannah was not likely wearing a corset as she finds they interfere with her driving. A puff of cool wind confirmed my suspicions as to Mady: her nipples popped up beautifully. I opened Hannah’s door and after she slipped in, went around to open Mady’s. I then opened my own door to the back seat. As she always does, Hannah handed me her bag and Mady did the same. When we were out, I carried Hannah’s bag as well as my own if any. Apparently I’d be carrying Mady’s as well.

Off we went for the half hour drive from our house to the outskirts of the city. Hannah has a few shops she likes to visit all of which are in a pretty little village-like suburb. Hannah and Mady chatted in the front of the car about a few things which Hannah needed and where they would have lunch. The ignored me until we reached our destination. Hannah parked and I pooped out holding their bags and my own to open first Hannah’s and then Mady’s door.

“Ma’am,” said Mady reverting to her more deferential form of address as we were in public, “I have to say that I’ll always have my husband carry my bag. It’s so perfect.”

“It is dear. And he has money and my cards in his bag so he’ll take care of our purchases and carry those as well. Plus, and you need to remember this, he carries anything we want to try on and will hand us what we want in the changing room. All the stores we go to today have seen us shopping so there is no problem. But first, I think an espresso. Elliot, I will have a double. Mady?”

“A double as well.”

I held Hannah’s chair as she settled herself on the patio and then went in and got the coffees. Hannah had not told me to get anything myself which meant I didn’t. I took the coffees out to the ladies table.

“Thank you dear.” said Hannah, “Now there is a bench just over there by that tree. You go and wait there.”

I did as I was told.

Twenty minutes later, perked up by their coffees, Hannah and Mady walked by. “Come on dear. The shops await.”

Our first stop was a rather nice ladies shop where Hannah has been shopping for years. I followed the two women around the store and they picked out a couple of outfits each. I put the straps of their bags over my arm and carried the outfits to the changing rooms. I handed Hannah the two skirts she had selected and she disappeared behind the curtain. On the other side, Mady was going to try on a very nicely fitted woolen dress. I handed it to her and she disappeared behind her curtain. The sales girl had gone off to fold sweaters when I heard Hannah.

“Elliot, come here please.”

I went behind the curtain and saw my sweet Hannah in her new skirt having stepped out of her girdle which was neatly folded on the bench.

“Come her and kneel darling. Yes right there. Now, let’s see if this skirt will acomodate you when I want my pleasure. Get to work.” said Hannah smiling.

I slipped her panties to one side and began to lick her sweet pussy. Long, deep, ice cream kisses. I knew what my lovely, wet wife enjoyed on those rare occasions she took her pleasure semi-publically. I could feel her wetness letting down and I had to be careful not to make too much noise as I licked and sucked and even bit a little. When I am licking Hannah I keep going until she tells me to stop. I have no idea how long I was under her new skirt but, at last, reluctantly, she said.

“Lovely darling. We’ll continue at home. But now I think you better see how Mady is getting along.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said licking her sweet juice from my lips and wondering what to do with the glistening on my chin. I stood up and stepped outside Hannah’s changing room. I leaned into the curtain of Mady’s cubicle and asked quietly, “How are you making out Miss?”

“Fine, I think. Will Madame need me in the next few minutes?”

“I don’t think so Miss. She seems to have everything well in hand. She’ll likely want help with her stockings. She’ll call.”

“Good, step in here elliot.”

“Yes Miss.” Again I stepped through the curtain to a small changing room. Mady was standing with her dress half way on, her lovely pink nipples hard as pebbles in the slightly cool air of the changing room.

“This dress was not designed to take into account a corset. But it is such a bother to unlace and relace. So I want you to help me get it on.”

“Yes Miss.” It was not all that difficult to work the dress up and over the corset but it would have been nearly impossible for Mady to do it on your own. At last it was done and I zipped Mady into the stretchy knit.

“See, I knew it would fit. Now, I heard Madame across the way testing her skirt for accommodation. Very sensible. I’ll see if this dress will be suitable. Down you go.”

Once again I found myself pushing aside a pair of, in this case, white lace panties and repeated my oral attentions to Miss Mady’s delicious pussy. As with Hannah which I lick Mady I keep going until told to stop. Mady’s flavours are still very new to me and the combination of my wife’s lingering taste and Mady’s new moisture was delightful. I could feel my cock erecting in its little cage. I was just sucking on Mady’s pretty little bud when I heard Hannah call her.

“Duty calls.” she said. “Now help me out of this dress and I attend to Madame. We’ll be taking this dress. It’s admirably suited to my requirements.”

“Yes Miss.” I took the dress out of her cubicle and waited until Mady was finished helping Hannah with her girdle and stockings. They came out of the cubicle and Hannah handed me one of the skirts. “I think this one is perfect. Mady, how did yours suit you.”

“Ideal madame. Fits snugly in the waist but the flair let elliot pleasure me.”

“Good to know dear. Since he has been servicing us both I have to say his already excellent oral skills have improved. A lot.”

“Well I was glad you called…I was much too close to the edge for comfort.”

They left the store enjoying their discussion and oblivious to the salesgirls’ obvious interest in what they were saying. She turned to me. “Will these be all sir?”

“Yes thank you.”

The salesgirl rang up the purchases and I reached in my bag for Hannah’s credit card which the salesgirl put through.

“Thank you Sir. And if I may say so, I think you are very lucky to be serving two such attractive women. I know your wife of course, but to have a maid to serve as well. Lucky you.”

“I am lucky.”

“You certainly are. If I ever get married I am going to have a good long chat with your wife about how to train a husband to be just like you.

Back to School

tumblr_kppec9O8d21qz5x8qo1_500I could hear Hannah reaching her edge and then falling over as I stood in my corner, locked in my cock cage, my nose pressed against the gusset of a pair of her pretty panties. I heard her breathing return to normal, slowly, and, eventually I heard her say,

“You were very good this morning darling. I have to say that the practice you are getting on our little maid is making you all the better at your duties. Come here.”

I walked over to our bed from my corner holding Hannah’s panties.

“Now I know it has been some time since you have ejaculated and it will be a while longer. But don’t look so disappointed. You know I like you chaste and a month or two, especially if I have Mady milk you once in a while, is not unbearable. But, my dear man, I am afraid those summer beers have taken their toll. Time to get back to your exercise routine and, delightfully, now that the weather is cooler, a good firm girdle is going to be part of your daily wear. I’ll have Mady lay one out for you after your shower. Now off you go and make sure your shower is refreshing. You can have a little hot water this week but unless I see three pounds gone by next week, you’ll be enjoying a cold shower every morning. Now give me a kiss and have your shower.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Three pounds isn’t much and the threat of a cold shower every morning, while unpleasant, was not that serious. I washed carefully making sure to soap and then rinse my little cock cage. I was quite used to showering in my cage. It was not difficult but I had to make sure to dry the area very carefully to prevent any chaffing. I emerged to my dressing room where I found Mady.

She is not in uniform in the mornings simply because she has all manner of cleaning and housework to do. But she likes to wear a long linen skirt and one of many cotton shirts Hannah has been buying her. Her hair is usually up. She is often waiting for me when I finish my shower and takes advantage of my lack of clothing.

“So, a girdle for sir this morning. What fun. But I expect it will be even more fun with a few stripes. You know the position.”

There is a couch in my dressing room with overstuffed high arms. I went to it and bent over.

“Now sir, you know the rules. Stretch your arms out and make sure your chin is right on the seat. In yoga this is the Dog position, here it is the Naughty Dog. Ready?”

Since Hannah told Mady to begin to whip me regularly to establish her authority she has become very skillful with the cane. She does not bother with warm ups, she simply draws the cane back and whistles it towards my bottom. A bottom which usually bears bruises or welts from the last session. Unlike Hannah, Mady likes to cane me regularly and hard. “No point otherwise.” she says.

Four strokes in I was vocalizing and dancing a little at the end of the couch. Mady never tells me how many strokes she will give me. On Hannah’s instructions, Mady whips me until she is certain she has mad an impression. Apparently, today, eight hard strokes with a medium weight cane were sufficient.

“There,” she said on what proved to be the last stroke. “Now there is something for your pretty girdle to bite. Step into this sir. I’ll zip you up.

The girdle pushed my caged cock back between my legs and I could feel my welted bottom being squeezed by its firm back panels.

“Well sir, now your pants will certainly fit nicely. And you look so smooth. Not like a man at all. Just as Madam prefers. And, I must admit, I prefer you this way myself. All so neat. Now all that’s needed is a good exercise program and you’ll look gorgeous for Christmas.”

With that she left me to dress and make my way downstairs to my office.

Back to school indeed.

After

As you might expect I have been feeling the effects of my correction pretty acutely ever since. My corner time with Hannah’s moist and musky panties let me gradually surface from my submissive embrace of the pain I deserved. But I was still a little shakey when, some time later Hannah arrived with a warm damp face cloth and witch hazel.

“You just stay in your corner. I clean your poor bottom up and the witch hazel will start mending your welts. But I suspect you’ll be using your standing desk for a few days.”

Hannah is always very sweet to me after she’s corrected me. Often she will let me have an orgasm to take my mind off my throwing bottom. But not now.

“There you go Darling. The little blood spots are all cleaned up. I could see your little cock trying to get hard in its cage and your punishment panties. Don’t bother. Your cage is staying on. I like not having to even think about your cock. On the other hand, as you can tell from my panties, whipping you was more exciting that I thought it would be. You can come out of your corner and go to work. I’m going to have a nice long bath. Tonight, before cocktails, I’ll want you to lick me.”

Which I did to the best of my ability and I stood in my corner again as Hannah finished behind me. She told me she stared at my bruised, striped bottom as she fell over her edge.

“I am a very lucky woman to have such a sweet, obedient, man as my husband… Now pour me another glass of wine and bring more olives.”said Hannah.

“Yes Miss… Pleasure.”