Through my Paces

“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 Weekend

“So Darling” said Hannah as I stood in my corner, face pressed into her yesterday panties, locked in my cock cage and ball stretcher but otherwise naked as I am every morning, “After exercise today I am going to unlock your little cock.”

Other submissive husbands who are locked in chastity on a full-time basis will know how much release means after a few months in a cage. Simply to have an erection which is not stifled by the cage is a huge treat.

“It is going to be a hot weekend.” Hannah continued, “And as you know I like you unlocked over the summer. I may have Mady renew her vows this weekend in which case I’ll want your cock ready and able to take her properly. I have not made up my mind. Of course, your cute little ball stretcher will remain in place. I wasn’t sure when I first got it but there is no question that your little testicles are hanging lower which, I think, makes them at least look a little bigger.”

“Now, before you get any ideas about your little cock being free, the fact is that you are not going to be allowed to come even if I do have you take Mady. But you will be able to get hard and with the extra Viagra you’ve been taking I suspect you’ll be hard a lot of the time. Which means a girdle for Church, dear. And don’t forget. I don’t want to see even your tiny tent.”

“Oh good, here’s Mady with my tea. Mady, elliot will be out of his cage this weekend. I’ll unlock him after you’ve exercised him.”

“Very good ma’am.”

“I’ve told him he is not to come. But you can certainly tease and keep him nice and hard.”

“With pleasure ma’am. But I doubt I will have to tease very much.” said Mady. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“I expect you won’t dear. But if he seems to be getting too excited there is always a cold shower or the ice bucket.”

“Yes ma’am.” said Mady as she left.

“I very much enjoyed your oral attentions elliot. I suspect that rather than having Mady this weekend we’ll see how well you can do strokes with me. Now go and have your shower. Lots to do.”

I did as I was told with, I must admit, a spring in my step and a smile on my face.

“Oh, don’t look smug.” said the Lady of the House sipping her tea, “You might be back in your cage by dinner time. And you have two new books to get finished and up on Amazon. I’ve been quite pleased with the sales of our books on female led marriages and all your silly smut. But you need to do more.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said. Always her decision. Her whim. Perfect.

The Lady of the House Takes her Pleasure

I 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.

Humbled

“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.

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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Books you might like:
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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Progress…I think

“Darling, I have to say that Mady’s exercise program for you is really beginning to pay off.” said Hannah getting out of bed and walking over to my standing in my corner. My nose pressing her panties into the corner, my cock cage in place and the ball stretcher ring right where it has been since the beginning of the month. Hannah took my bottom cheeks in her hands.

“This is shaping up very nicely. Squats are very good for creating a few more curves. Mady tells me you are getting a lot stronger which is excellent.”

I felt Hannah separate my cheeks and her finger slide into my backdoor.

“I think we’re going to have to pay more attention right here. Now that you are in your cage and that cute little stretcher, making your back door a little more accommodating makes some sense. I’ll tell Mady. Now go and have your shower…”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I said as her finger slipped out of my backdoor and I headed to the shower. With The Lady of the House I never know what is going to happen next. Which is just as it should be.

	You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid Mady’s Favourite Book
Dominant Woman  Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Strokes

“So Darling, it looks to me as though your little cock is awfully hard in your cage. Come here. Lie down on the bed,”

I did what I was told and, in a moment Hannah had fetched the key to my cock cage and popped it off my already hardening cock.

“You have not had strokes for a long time.” she said lifting the hem of her nightgown and positioning herself above my erect cock.”Now no messes.”

She lowered herself until I was engulfed in her delicious, moist pussy.

“Ten, I think. Push up.”

I thrust into her and counted off my strokes. She was quite wet now. “Another ten.” she said with a little catch in her voice. Her hand made no moves towards my nipples and I realized this was purely for her pleasure. I reached the next ten strokes quite quickly.

Hannah could sense that, even without my nipples pinched I was getting close…too close. She swung off.

“Go to your corner…I need my privacy.”

I could hear her deep moans of pleasure as I stood with my nose in her wet, discarded panties. A little while later I heard her ring her bell for Mady.

“Lock him back up.”

Perfect.

	You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid Mady’s Favourite Book
Dominant Woman  Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Adjusting

A couple of people have emailed to ask how I manage to adjust to things like my apparently permanent cock cage and now the stainless steel ball stretcher. Not to mention long periods without any chance of orgasm or the constant discipline I now receive from two women.

Strange to say but there is no adjusting. A couple of years ago I realized that I was happiest and most at peace if I simply did what I was told. The idea of adjustment suggests that, somehow, I go from a position of opposition or defiance to a place of acceptance. Which really misses the transformation which has occurred in my life and in Hannah’s.

In my business day I spend a lot of time telling people what to do, taking responsibility for getting things done, pushing projects forward inch by inch. It is rewarding work and I thoroughly enjoy it. But the fact I begin every day naked, in my corner in a cock cage pressing my nose into my lovely Hannah’s often moist panties or that I break off work for three-quarters of an hour to be put through an exercise regime by our maid or that I am subject to effectively unlimited physical discipline is where I relax. I am home, safe and loved, when I simply do whatever I am told by the Lady of the House.

I don’t adjust, I obey. Or, more accurately, I embrace. Hannah is the Lady of the House. Her word, her decisions, are final. There is nothing to question. If she requires me to do something which I find uncomfortable my job is to find a way to embrace the discomfort. Frankly, this ball stretcher pinched a lot for the first couple of days. That is my problem not Hannah’s. She wants me to wear it. I wear it.

As a man walks further into submission to his wife part of what he is doing is leaving his ego, his personal needs and desires, behind him. Loving submission is complete. There is no adjustment, just acceptance of your position.

	You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid Dominant Woman  Feminine Superiority in Art Obedient Husband  Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Dressage

Needless to say I listened from my corner as Hannah told Mady she wanted me to be exercised. I spent a hour and a half at my desk and then Mady came into my office to fetch me.

“We’ll always start in my space Sir.” she said leading me up to her pleasing loft apartment. The loft itself is quite large stretching from over the two car garage all the way to the view side of the house. It has high ceilings and lovely, even, light.

“Stand over there and strip to your little cage.” said Mady walking around me in her jodhpurs, transparent blouse and boots. Soon I was naked.

“Now, Sir, we’re going to start slowly. The Lady of the House tells me that your doctor is satisfied that you are in fairly good shape for a man of your age. Which is good but we’ll start slowly in any case. First some warm up.”

She had me go through some stretching exercises on a yoga mat showing me each move and correcting my execution. Then we did, or rather I did, some deep squats and then some shallow squats. Nothing too difficult.

“Now, I think you are warmed up enough.” said Mady from behind me. “Squat down. Excellent.”

I felt a weight on my shoulders and I realized that Mady had put herself on me piggy back style. “Very good. Now, back straight and stand up.”

Mady is not at all a big girl. Quite the contrary, small and small boned. Perhaps 100 pounds soaking wet. But that is a lot on your shoulders. I felt her long whip lick my bottom.

“Walk.”

I began to walk very carefully.

“To the window and back.” said Mady flicking her whip. I adjusted to my load and walked as directed. “Now trot a little. Knees up.”

I tried to do what I was told but it was very difficult and I faltered a little on our trot back to the window. I felt a sharp crack of the whip.

“You are not very strong yet. We’ll be doing this daily for a little longer each day and, soon, you’ll be doing sets of squats with me on your shoulders. When the weather warms a bit we’ll get you a little cart for you to pull and, by Spring, you’ll be able to pull the Lady of the House and her maid around the property. Of course, part of your exercise regime will be to build the track. Now squat again so I can dismount.”

I hastened to obey and the lithe little creature swung herself off my shoulders.

“Excellent. We’ll work on your carry for a few weeks. We’ll stay inside until the weather is better but later I’ll enjoy working you outdoors. It is so nice that the property is so private. Now, get dressed and walk for 45 minutes. I have set up an app on your phone to count your steps. We’ll get a baseline today and work up from there. You may go.”

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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Post Christmas training

Girdles: a lady’s firm foundation

“You are a naughty man aren’t you.” said Hannah as I undressed for bed. “Between the ham, the turkey and the good red wine I fear you have undone all the good work you did before Christmas.”

“Well I might have gained a couple of pounds, dear.” I said as I slipped my nighty on as quickly as I could.

“Try eight, maybe ten. Well, it is a good idea for you to pick up your exercise in any account and I wanted Mady to put her personal training experience to use. But, even better, I was just looking on Amazon for a few items and I discovered they have the Rago girdles I like you in on sale. Long line panty girdles with a zipper are such an incentive for an obedient husband. And for sixteen dollars off I can get you two new ones. Plus, I want to get myself two open bottom girdles. I was noticing in Church that there are a fair number of women in this little place who could use some firm foundations and in my position I may be able to lead.”

“Does the question of foundations come up often when you go for coffee after Church.” I asked gtting into bed.

“Don’t be cheeky my darling. I am often complimented on my figure, and on Mady’s, and there is certainly no reason not to tell the good ladies and, more importantly, their lumpy daughters, that a bit of exercise and good foundations will make their dresses fit properly.

“Yes dear.” I said turning out the overhead lights.

Update: Hannah just reminded me that we did a book on girdles, well really about wonderful old girdle advertising from the 1940’s and 1950’s. If you ever wondered why ladies wore girdles this book makes the beauty of restraint all too apparent.

Here’s the Amazon link to our girdle book.