Cuckolding

A couple that PLAYS together..

Getting ready for a date..

Victoria goes black..

Mike had just spent the last 45 minutes watching his wife of 10 years suck and fuck the handsome black man from the nightclub downtown. In 30 seconds Mike’s head will be in between her legs cleaning her up, for the first time, after the best orgasms of her life. 

This is not how Mike expected the night to go. He had planned a romantic night out with dinner and drinks. She was more then happy to oblige, but insisted that he wear his chastity device and her panties. Reluctantly, he agreed. She texted Reginald that tonight would be the night. 

As Mike watched Reginald lay her down in their marital bed, he couldn’t help but wonder how he could have possibly allowed this to happen. Recounting the night in his head, he saw no opportunity to interfere in the night’s progression. From the second the handsome well dressed black man approached her and began flirting, he was relegated to holding her little black purse and buying drinks. When she told him to wait at the bar while they danced, his stomach got tied up on knots. But never - never did he think the night would end like this. 

It was closing time and she announced that Reginald would be stopping by for a night cap. Mike’s heart sunk. His feeble attempt at objection was quickly silenced by Victoria’s cold glance. Mike looked to the floor, and the night continued as she planned. 

Mortified, Mike could not help but notice his little white was straining in his chastity device. 

“Mike, for the second time, get down here”. Reginald kissed her goodbye as Mike moved closer to
her swollen, used, pussy. She gripped him by the back of the head - firm, but gentle, and slowly pulled him towards her. Mike’s head was still spinning from the events of the night. He paused, but her grip - her will - her desire was stronger. She felt his lips touch her there. Was she really going to make him do this? The question was answered instantly as she forced his face deep into her just fucked pussy. She immediately began grinding his face with the same intensity she fucked Reginald with. 

“lick it Mike! Clean it all up! Taste him…. OHHHHHH I’m cumming. Swallow baby Swallow”

To Mike’s surprise he obeyed. For 5 minutes he was used as a cleanup boy. Victoria came one last time on his face before pushing him away and rolling over to sleep.

Mike was left locked in his chastity device. Stunned at what had just happened, he knew their marriage had changed forever. He was now living in a modern marriage. It was going to be an awkward morning… 

How to Properly “Edge” Him

Many Sites on the Internet talk about Ruining a Male Orgasm but Don’t actually Discuss the More Effective/Efficient Enslaving Femdom Art Discussed Here - What Most Ladies Are Much More Interested in I Find, is Routine & Habitual “Edging” (Subjugation) of Their Males Psychologically. That’s Playing with Him, Fondling Him, and Masturbating/Stimulating Him - Right to the “Edge” of Orgasm but NOT Actually Letting Him Cum.

Along with Daily Teasing (Physical & Visual), the Trick in the Beginning While Training His Psyche, is Caging Him. Almost Every day that My Male is wearing the penis cage I’ll remove it and Edge Him, at Least Once, if not Twice … After taking a few short breaks & giving him time to rest and recover I Will Then Stat Up All Over Again. Usually a Sleepy Long Cuddling Session Every Morning (often not Real Edging but Just Holding & Feeling His Rock Solid Hardness Rhythmically Pulse & Throb in my Hand, Before we get out of Bed) and then something a lot moreIntense and Deliberate in the evening (which might be One Edge or Many in a Row!)  Stroke - Edge - DENY - Repeat…

I always use our morning uncagings and hugging as an excuse/opportunity for him to shower and take it with him to wash it. He knows if I catch him playing with himself while in the shower the penis cage will stay on for a Month or More, So He Doesn’t Dare Do It. I’ve Trained Him Very Well, I Have to Say.

And oh yeah, Never Let Your Male go Pee in the Morning, Until it’s Time For Him to get up and Shower. You See, If He Has to Pee - He'll Helplessly & Quite Naturally, Grow Extra Rock Hard in Your Hand while Your Cuddling & Holding Him in the Morning.

The Real Art with “Edging” (And It Is Most Definitely an Art); is to Learn Exactly How to get Him as Close as Possible to an Explosion without Actually Allowing Him to Erupt !!! If you pay Close Attention while you Fondle & Play, You’ll Learn Precisely the Clear Warning Signs of an Imminent Ejaculation. There’s Nothing Quite Like “Edging” For Subliminally Building a Guys Libido & Desire. Not Only Will He CherishYou More Thanks to Neurochemistry, But within a Short Timeframe His Vulnerable / Exploitable Mind Will Be Totally Under Your Feminine Control …

Here are some powerful training tips:

• Make Him “Always” Tell You - Exactly - How Close He is !!! Kind of obvious, but Insist that he Tells you When to Slow Down & When to Stop. Especially in the Beginning While You’re Learning How To Read His Body Language. Keep talking to Him, Ask Him How it Feels, What is Best. You’ll soon get the FEEL of it {LOL} & He’ll Love You Even More For It…
• Feel for his body & muscles tensing - Him holding his Breath, Arching his Back or Even Tensing, All Are Signs he’s getting Very Close. Learn to read & understand the Signs and don’t worry if you go over, you’re Learning! Just Be Sure It’s a Libido Building(Subjugating) “Ruined” Orgasm…
• Move from strong to soft strokes, from his vein filled shaft up to His Tip - Constantly - “Change It Up” - Take your Time and Make Sure You Get Him Ultra Rock Hard for Maximum Dopamine production in his Vulnerable Brain. I Personally Like Lots of lube / oil and fast but not too tight of strokes, and then as he gets closer & closer, move to an looser grip and then focus on his Hyper-Sensitive head and frenulem (the strip underneath the head at the top where Guys are most sensitive). Also Take Breaks Frequently - It’s Better to Stop One second too Early Than One Second Too Late !!!  Stroke - - Edge - - DENY - - Repeat…
• Make it Ultimately HIS Fault if He Erupts. So Again, if he Does Explode, Make Sure You Properly “Ruin it” ; Stop All Rubbing / Stimulation as Soon as he Starts Climax. OR if he’s tied down, you turn it into a post orgasm torture, After the Ruined Orgasm, Where you use his slippery cum as lube to keep rubbing his hypersensitive Joystick - Scolding Him By Saying, ‘You’re so Naughty, I Didn’t Give You Permission To Cum !!!’

When You DO Want to Enjoy His Pent Up Explosions, Make that Part of the Tease Too. When You’re Planning to Make Him Climax & Erupt, This is a great Time to Also Practice your "Edging" Techniques… Use it as an Opportunity to See Just How Crazy You can Make Him, where you’re not worrying about Accidently Taking Him Over the Edge.

Oh and you can add a Wonderfully Sadistic element with this line, ‘If you can hold on for Just five minutes More My Love, I won’t Ruin It when you Do Cum, Okay Baby?’

A Very Effective Mind Fuck & Programming Tool.

Punishment... A necesarry evil (or delight?)

Although I don’t often administer corporal punishment I certainly feel it has a place in the Female Led Lifestyle that so many women are adopting. While I’ve only delivered two spankings to him in 2016 (so far), I found them to be very satisfying, and more importantly, effective. 

Behaviors that have might result in corporal punishment can run the gamut. There are several reasons that I may deem a spanking necessary.

• The male disrespecting you or your friends
• Frequent complaining about your training methods
• Failure to complete simple household chores to your satisfaction
• Male attempting to direct sexual encounters in any way
• Unauthorized orgasms
• Failure to wear panties
• And frankly any behavior that you deem lazy or selfish

Surely there are many other reasons that you may choose to spank you man, but ultimately, delivering corporal punishment is a tool you should keep available to you when you feel such severe corrective action is necessary.

Once you’ve decided corporal punishment is imminent I suggest you fully explain to him why he is going to have to endure the punishment you’re about to inflict. After all, if he doesn’t understand why it is happening, how can he correct his behavior in the future? While explaining the situation to him you should be confident and direct. You should be looking down on him, so he should be kneeling or sitting while you stand over him. Stare him in the eyes even if he tries to look away. What you are about to do to him is an act of sheer dominance for you and hopeless submission for him. It should begin and end with you doing the talking while looking down at him from the dominant position. His only response to your words should be “Yes Ma'am” or whatever term of endearment you prefer. 

I have employed two methods of corporal punishment in our relationship. One has him standing with his body facing a wall. The other sees him laying prone over my lap like a child. I felt both were equally effective. After I’ve explained the reasons that have forced me to make this decision, I tell him to strip nude. During the hurried moments before the punishment I am very firm and decisive. Any hesitation on his part will add to the number of spankings. I want it to be very clear to him that the time for discussion has passed. There is no negotiation. It’s important that once the decision has been made, he accepts his fate and complies swiftly. 

Once he is in the proper position as instructed by me I begin the spankings. I’m of the opinion that for most offenses 10 spankings is appropriate. If he resists, or squirms to much, or raises his hands to his buttocks to block the blows, then more spankings will be added at my discretion. 

MY METHOD - Yours may be different

When I begin delivering the spankings, they are hard. I prefer to use my bare hand to ensure I am not doing any real damage, such as breaking skin, but it needs to hurt. Using my bare hand also helps me gauge how hard I am really hitting him. If the palm of my hands don’t begin to sting by the 5th blow, I figure I’m probably going to light. I try to deliver the blows 3-5 seconds apart and in between blows I find myself talking to him in a firm but calm manner. Repeating to him why this was happening and encouraging him to correct whatever behavior prompted this to happen. Example:

SMACK!

“Now baby I’m not going to tolerate you back talking me when I tell you to do something.”

SMACK!

“When I tell you you’re not coming this week, that’s what I mean”

SMACK!

“I wish I didn’t have to do this honey, but you’ve made it necessary”

SMACK!

“Oh come on, take it like a man”

SMACK!

You get the idea. The picture above shows the very obvious result of a good spanking. If my mans ass is not a crimson red after the spanking, then I haven’t done it hard enough and the effectiveness of this exercise may be lost. This young lady has obviously delivered a hard but surely deserved spanking. Her male will clearly not forget it anytime soon and I bet whatever behavior he exhibited to cause this spanking will not be repeated anytime soon. I applaud her for permanently capturing this image that she can use a reminder anytime she feels he is stepping out of line. I think I will do the same on the next occasion I deliver a spanking. 

Aside from the obvious and harmless physical pain I am inflicting on him, I’ve found that these corporal punishment sessions are extremely humbling to the male psyche. It’s as if every blow, every smack, every comment from my mouth, serves to reaffirm my dominance over him and his status as my submissive bitch. You should view each SMACK as a demonstration of your power. When your hand lowers onto his bare ass cheeks the resulting sound and sting will strip him of his male ego and pride a little more each time

Marriage counseling anno 2016

Very effective ;-)

Our journey into male chastity (Part 1)

After months of talking about and threatening to put him in a chastity device, I finally pulled the trigger and ordered our first chastity device. This is something I had wanted for years and only recently had it become a topic of conversation. I became more and more insistent until I finally got to the point where I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had gradually take more and more control in the bedroom, and eventually wore him down. It was a Friday night and I knew he was expecting sex. I knew this was the night and after a few cocktails I finally pulled out the device that had arrived days earlier. He had accepted that I wasn’t going to drop it and reluctantly agreed to a “trial period, which was fine with me. I wasn’t sure if this was something that we would pursue long term, but I knew it was something we had to try. 

I got a bag of frozen peas out of the refrigerator and held it over his underwear, to his crotch until his penis became flaccid and shrank to a dimension that would fit into our new device. Having watched several video earlier in the week, I went to work. Using a little moisturizing lotion, I had his little cock and balls fully secured by the device. Excitement rushed through my body as I reached for the heart shaped padlock that came with the device. I pushed the lock through the appropriate hole. Before locking it, I looked him in the eyes and immediately recognized the fear in his face. I grinned at him and told him not to worry. This was how things were meant to be. I pressed down on the lock and heard a satisfying *CLICK*. 

I had finally done it! I instantly felt a new level of confidence and power. While my ego and arrogance level shot to once unknown levels, his dropped to an all time low. I knew instantly that a power exchange has just occurred and it felt so right. I patted the device and then gave it a soft tug. It was secure. I was convinced that his imprisoned cock would not get free unless I unlocked it. He was helpless and I was now in total control. This is the way it should have always been! Why had I waited so long. 

I set about reassuring him that “we” had made the right deicision. As the look of despair on his face grew, I began telling him how happy I was with this arrangement. He reminded me that this was only a “test” and I told him it was. He asked me what time we could remove the device and seemed shocked when I suggested that he wear it a week, so that we could get a good feel for it. He seemed astonished, 

“honey, I thought we would just try it for an hour or so to see how we liked it”

I replied … “Don’t be silly honey. We can’t get any idea of how we like this arrangement if we don’t give it a chance, right?”

He hesitated then nodded his head. Perfect. I continued, 

“What is the point in me locking up your little cock if we were only going to let it out as soon as you wanted? We’re going to shoot for a week like the website says and we’ll reassess then”

My tone was kind, but firm. I wasn’t allowing for any wiggle room and for the time being he accepted his fate. I told him to pour me a wine and hurry back to the couch. He quickly complied. When he came back, I was naked. He set my wine down beside me. I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor. I felt so liberated. I was in total control. And he was helpless. I felt unhibited. Brazenly, I raised my right foot to his face and simply pointed. He slowly leaned in towards my extended foot, and began kissing the bottoms of them, Soft little kisses. Normally acceptable, but not tonight. After all, thing were changing. They have changed. His meager little pecks were not enough. Not tonight and not anymore. His lazy kissing irritated me. It always had, but tonight it wasn’t going to fly. I hooked my other foot around his head and pulled his head forward, while roughly pushing my right foot into his face. 

“Lick my foot like you want to cum” I barked. 

Despite my size 7 sole pressed into his mouth, I saw the look of surprise on his face. 

“Stick out your tongue!”

I slowly dragged my foot down his face. From heel to toes. He began licking and kissing in earnest. This is the way it should be, I thought to myself. His tongue circled each toe before moving on to the next. I sipped my wine while he paid way over due homage to both my feet. 

Finally I pulled him towards my pussy. The activities of the night has me already wet as I guided him towards my cunt. I saw that his cock had swelled enough to fill the cage. That would be as hard as he would get. His oral game was on point tonight. Just like all the articles I read stated, he was performing better then ever. You see, when a man know he is not going to cum - when he knows sex is not for her pleasure, it is for yours, it takes the pressure off of him. He doesn’t have to worry about his cock or his orgasm. His efforts are focused only on pleasuring you. 

My first orgasm came quickly. I pulled him in tighter and grinded my pussy hard into his face as I had my most intense orgasm in recent history. As I slowed, I allowed him to pull his head back. His face was glistening in my juices. He was red faced and out of breath. He looked like beaten man. I looked down at his locked cock, dangling limp and helpless between his legs.I pushed him onto his back and lowered my ass onto his face. He may have thought one orgasm would be enough, but my desires were not yet satisfied. He resumed his efforts and within minutes I was nearing my second orgasm. Suddenly I was fucking his face with reckless abandon and tugging on the plastic that caged his little cock. M womanhood was smothering him. As he struggled to breathe, I realized his world, his breath, his life, everything he was, was buried underneath my pussy and ass. He was helpess to do anything but feel the power of my sex. 

“Take it honey - you little bitch!”

I exploded, then collapsed. He was still on his back panting. After a few minutes we sat up. I told him how good that was for me. His cock strained. I sat up and patted him on his wet cheek. 

“That was everything I expected honey and everything I wanted. Hopefully we’ll be able to take your chastity device off next weeked”

“Hopefully”, he exclaimed. 

“Not now honey - go do the dishes - NOW!” I snapped

He obeyed. This was only day one!

To be continued.

The basics..

I work very hard. When I get home, I expect the house to be spotless, my wine glass full, and my husband to be cooking dinner. It’s not unreasonable. You’ll see. In a decade, this will be the norm. 

Feminized, mine, forver!

Being forced to shave his cock, lock it up, and wear panties effectively stripped him of his manhood and gave it to me. You’ve heard how a chastized man loses his male swagger and the macho behavior disappears. It’s true. My husband comes home from work every day and immediately starts on the list of chores I’ve left him. I no longer look at him as a man, but more of a maid or even servant. I’ll love him forever, but his manhood is gone to me. I relish that I had the power to do that and I wanted to take it further. I don’t want him to ever forget his role in our marriage. I wanted him feminized 

Now for us, it’s not practical to dress him up like a woman in heels and make up. He has a real job after all, but I did find other things I could do to further expose his feminine side and deepen his submission to me. I disposed of all his male hygiene products. Cologne, deodorant, even his Dove for men bar soap. I stocked our bathrooms with COCO MADEMOISELLE soap from Chanel - for Women. It smells delightful and softens his skin. His deodorant? Secret for Women “Powder Fresh” scent. You know what they say “Strong enough for a man but made for a woman” lol. And finally, instead of a masculine smelling cologne (that real men wear), he now applies a squirt of whatever perfume I’m  using. Currently Ralph Lauren Pony Pink. I love giving him an extra squirt on the neck when we have a Saturday night date night. 

Hubby adapted pretty well to the change with minimal griping. His biggest concern was what I did with the nearly new bottle of $80 Calvin Klein Euphoria that he just bought. I told him I hated to see it go to waste, but I couldn’t have him wearing such a manly scent anymore, so I gave it to a co-worker in the office “Rex”, who is known as the office stud and has a bulge in his pants to back that up. I could see hubby’s heart drop. 

“Don’t worry baby - I told him you were allergic to it. He was very appreciative”

Hubby’s reaction earned him an extra week without orgasm - And I now find myself making up reasons to walk by Rex’s desk and smell hubby’s old cologne.