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Christmas is Coming!

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Have you been naughty

So Hannah decided to put up a few items at her Dominant Wife blog. Well, actually, she is picking the items and I am putting them up.

Just as it should be.

So far we have:

Dominant Wife’s Supplies


Punishment Garments

Amazing what you can find on Amazon!

Hannah is still looking at canes, a few naughty books and all sorts of other bits of fun…

Hannah Relaxes

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Hannah writes about her evening at her dominant wife blog. Relaxing for her, a bit less so for me. I passed my one month chastity mark. Hannah is showing no signs at all of being in the least bit concerned. In fact, last night she teased me a little as I was getting ready for bed.

She has nipple trained me which means that it is nearly impossible for me to ejaculate without her pinching my nipples; but it is almost impossible not to when she pinches, especially if she uses her lovely long nails. Which she did last night but without any verbal permission I just had to lie back in my nightie and pantie girdle and let her enjoy my acute discomfort. She pinched my erect nipple through the thin cotton of my white nightie. She would put on a lot of pressure for a few seconds with the tips of her fingernails and then ease off a little only to repeat the pain a few seconds latter. My cockette, I am embarrassed to say, leaked precum in my pantigirdle and I had to go to sleep in the wetness of my mess.

I so hope she lets me ejaculate sometime before Halloween.

Something nice

“Darling,” said Hannah as she joined me in the garden, “When you have finished your gardening I want you to shave, shower and put on something very nice for me when I get home.”

The dirt and sweat were steamed off, my beard gone. “Very nice” always means wearing my panties. And it usually means a girdle. But it is much too hot for stockings. I’d picked out a very well cut pair of linen trousers and, simply to get away from the scratchy rough cotton I’d been wearing to garden in, I thought a wonderfully worn black cashmere sweater with nothing underneath would please the lady of the house.

I tried the trousers first without and then with the bottom lifting, tummy taming girdle…no question, a girdle may be a bit constricting – no erections for me – but it gives me the line Hannah prefers.

She may check when she gets home…or not. Her call.

Update: Well Hannah was delighted with my outfit. When she got home she gave my nipples a little caress through the cashmere. I fixed a bit of bread and olive oil and poured her wine. Not enough olive oil so I was sent to the kitchen to fetch more…”And, darling, I think your nipple clips are on the pantry counter. Be a dear and bring them too.” AS I lifted my sweater so Hannah could clip me she noticed my girdle, “Oh, how sweet…I thought you were looking awfully sleek.” She snapped the second clip shut…