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Sweater Boi

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Grey Angora Sweater

If I had slightly longer hair and better skin that could be me in the picture. The Lady of the House decided that, before there was any chance I would be allowed to ejaculate, I was to spend the day en femme. Panti girdle, a very pretty long line bra with breast form inserts to push it to its full “C” cup size, a wonderfully soft, grey, angora sweater and a pair of high waisted wool ladies trousers with a back zipper. Plus little heels. Hannah simply left the outfit out for me after my shower.

Once in a while I quite like having to wear women’s clothing. But I suspect this is just the beginning of a Halloween set of treats and tricks. But I am also pretty sure my darling wife will let me come sometime today.

At least I very much hope so.

Update: Silly me, I showed the Lady of the House this post…”You know you’re right, you could look a lot like that pretty girl. Just wait a moment.” She hurried off and, when she returned she had a lipstick, a bit of foundation and a short brunette wig I had forgotten she owned. Now I look almost identical to the pretty girl. Which is delightful but I am very glad I work from home.

Housekeeping #femdom

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fixing my lipstick

Now that Fall is here we will have more time to update this blog…Of course the Lady of the House has continued to keep me chaste, send me to my corner and cane when necessary over the Summer; but now she is telling me she wants to explore some other interesting areas of a female led marriage…

You’ll notice we have changed the format a bit to freshen up the site. I would not be surprised if we tried out a few more themes before we are done.

At the same time Hannah has decided to step out into social media. I have just set up a Facebook page for her as well as a Google+ Page and a Twitter account. I know she would be very pleased if you “friended, followed, plused” where appropriate and I will be putting up the traditional links to do this.

Hannah told me that when it comes to social media the picture below reflects her sense of a whole other world….

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A new female led world…pretty dresses

Call to Order

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Take your postion darling

“Well darling, you certainly have forgotten your place.” Hannah spoke as she sat on the side of our bed. “Imagine going out last night without asking permission. And I have the receipt. $15.00 and, I’m sure, a generous tip. Call it twenty.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I won’t have it. So, today I am going to whip you. One stroke for each dollar. But, if it happens again it will be two strokes. Now, get in position.”

I went to the end of the bed and stepped out of my sleeping panties. Hannah warmed me up with her hand. “I won’t have you wasting our money on the pub and I certainly expect to be asked for permission if you want to go and have a beer.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. You are not going to forget this.”

I heard the hiss of the cane through the air. Hannah was in earnest. After five strokes I was arching my back and after ten vocalizing as the cane sliced. I was shaking as the last three, very hard, punishment strokes were delivered.

“Perfect. I think a few of those welts will be with you for a couple of days. Now get dressed and get to work.” Hannah noticed that my cock was stiffening.

“Oh what a silly man. If you think that little cock is getting any attention you have another think coming. In fact, I might just send you to your corner before cocktails tonight and give you another whipping for cheekiness.”

I am well loved indeed.

Cooling Trend

stockings and panties“Darling,” said Hannah as I fastened the back tabs of her stockings, “I know it has been quite a long time since I have let you come. I actually prefer you a bit on edge so nothing will be happening very soon.” I stood up, half erect at the intimacy of my duties.

“So I have been thinking and what I have thought is that, well. You know how I like to have the ice bucket for my wine filled with salt water and ice cubes and then put in the freezer.”

“Yes Hannah.”

“Well, tonight, while I am out, I’d like you to fill the ice bucket, put it in the freezer for ten minutes and then take it to the downstairs bathroom. Put it on the mat, take off your pants and kneel with your cock and balls in the ice water as long as you can stand it but not less than 90 seconds – I would really prefer two or three minutes.”

“Yes Hannah.”

What a delightfully diabolical scheme. I filled the bucket, let it cool and, gingerly knelt in the required position. And I forced myself to stay there for the full two minutes…Hannah is not back yet but I expect she will be surprised at two things: first, after about a minute my balls retracted all the way up. It was like suddenly having no testicles at all. Second, despite the pain, my cock got quite hard.

I fear that the ice bucket will likely find its way into my kneeling confessions. And, knowing Hannah, she will want to hear all the details of every sin of omission and commission as ice cubes spin gently around my quicken cock and absent balls.

She really is very clever and I am very much in love.


“I could have used the brush harder,” said Hannah, “but I was not sure you would make it through fifty really hard strokes.” Hannah said that after my last punishment whipping.

Hannah is not a girl to leave questions hanging.

I was not surprised, though a little apprehensive this morning when Hannah told me I’d be getting a maintenance spanking. “Fetch the bath brush.” is not something one wants to hear first thing in the morning. “Now, for a change I’d like you across my lap to start,” Hannah said pulling down my briefs. I took this seldom used position and felt Hannah’s hand as she warmed me up. Mrs. Spenser is entirely correct when she points out that a woman really can’t do much with her hand; but a good long warm up spanking sets the mood and puts me into my proper place.

“Now, let’s see what this brush can really do.” said Hannah bringing the bath brush to bear. The problem with the across the lap position is that it is awkward and difficult for Hannah to take a full swing. But even the abbreviated strokes sent frissons of pain. I didn’t count but I suspect Hannah delivered at least a dozen smacks before saying, “This just does not work. Get onto the bed and put a pillow under your hips.” I hastened to comply and, in a matter of seconds, Hannah brought the brush down with real force. “That’s better,” Hannah said as she brought down the next smack with what felt like even more force.

“You see, darling, I am pretty certain you could take fifty of these…or more. And you really wouldn’t have any choice. But it would really hurt so, if I were you, I would remember what this dozen feels like and never put myself in a position where you deserved more.” Hannah kept her rhythm as she spoke. “Your skin turns milk white before it goes pink. If I did this for a while I expect you really would not be able to sit down for a day or two. Especially on that nice hard wood chair I have for you in your office.”

I suspect it was a dozen stokes, I was certainly not counting. Rather I was trying to embrace the sensation and the love with which Hannah swung her bath brush.

“There you go dear,” said Hannah, finished at last, “You catch your breath and then we can have a nice cup of coffee on the terrace.”

Which we did and I sat, rather delicately on the edge of my seat.