Sexy fake ad in W magazine

Just a quick article to point out a very very sexy fake advertisement.


Here is a link to it.

Love and warm regards.

Enjoy.

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Sorry for the late updates

Wow. Another few month gap. Sorry everyone, for my inconsistent updates, but it has been very very busy around Mistress Laura's home. She has had me doing some much needed house projects that took up nearly all of my time, especially during and in the month following the year-end vacation between Christmas and New Year's.

The Halloween party didn't happen. Mistress Laura came down with a migraine that evening and we just stayed home. We were both a bit disappointed, but it was okay.

Since then, we also had Thanksgiving (with her family) and Christmas (with friends and relatives who came and stayed with us). Christmas was interesting, since one of her friends noticed how I was doing all the serving and cooking and how she was mostly doing the relaxing and chatting and commented that “Thomas seems to be the stereotypical house-wife around here.”

I'm still perpetually horny. Mistress's pattern has been to have me give her nightly footrubs, a few massages a week, and a few orgasms per week. She lets me come about twice a month, usually humping the floor while kissing her feet, or in some other equally humiliating way.

My next post will be a fantasy of mine that Mistress has been having fun encouraging and having me recount to her in great detail. I am very embarrassed to share it, but I will.

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Two months later... and Happy Halloween!

It's been two months and I have been kept continually horny. It's all my own fault, too.

Her routine for me has evolved over the last two months, and her rules have been more strictly enforced.

Some background so that this makes a bit more sense: She has told me that she has been really enjoying being in control in our marriage and will be continuing to play and exert more control on me. To that end, she will, on average, let me come once a week, but only if I am very very obedient. She has a calendar in her office, with a little girlie fairy sticker that she puts on the day that she might let me have a release; the image makes her smile, especially since she often likes to have me in ponytails and flimsy dresses.

Anyway, back to her new strictly enforced rules...

First rule: every time I mention or hint at wanting sex, she just tells me that “That is entirely up to me. I know you always want it, and now it will be at least a week longer before I let you come.” and the little sticker gets moved on the calendar. I can tell her I am horny, when she asks a direct question about it, but otherwise, my focus is to be on her pleasure. This rule came out of a bit of whining that I did at the end of that last weekend I wrote about in August. She was annoyed at first and instituted this rule so that I might truly know who is in control.

Second rule: Every day, when I get home in the late afternoon, I must immediately strip off my clothes and find Mistress Laura, kiss her feet and wait for her to tell me what we are doing that evening. When I delay in doing that, she adds a few days to my next orgasm date. This has been the source of a few deferrals.

Third rule: When I am home, unless I am working on something that is not interruptible (which if I am, I must inform her before hand), I must immediately drop whatever it is I am doing and do what she asks with a good attitude. On an average night, this might be something simple like “Get me a soda, slaveboy,” or something like “Come here and rub my feet.” As with the previous standing order, if I delay in responding, the sticker gets moved out a day or two on the calendar.

I have learned to be more and more meticulous with following Mistress's orders, and yet, I was screwing up a few times a week. After a few weeks of having my orgasm-date moved, I was getting more and more and more frustrated, and downright cranky.

One night a few weeks ago, I was especially frustrated. She had used my mouth to have an orgasm, then had me kneel in the bathroom and watch her as she showered and used the shower-head to give herself another orgasm, then had sent me away to cook and clean.

At some point later on in the evening, Mistress ordered: “Get me some water in a glass, slaveboy,” and I responded with a sigh and “Ok.” as I slumped off to get her the glass of water. She waited about fifteen minutes and repeated the order, “Thomas, my boy, get me some more water.” and I got up and got the water. I saw her looking at me when I came back this time, her eye trained on my limp cock for a second. She told me to kneel, which I did, but my heart and head were not really in it.

She drank the water slowly, studying me as I knelt in front of her, my cock limp, deliberately not feeling anything.

“Touch yourself.” her command was a jolt to my system and I started slowly touching my cock, making it hard.

“Now stop.” and she leaned down and lightly brushed the tip of her finger on the nape of my neck. I moaned. Her touch felt so good. Amazingly, it felt better to have her finger trail my skin than rubbing my own cock.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” she then leaned further down and cupped my balls for a second and ran her fingernails along my shaft, all the way to the tip, causing me to gasp in pleasure. She stopped suddenly again, leaving me breathless for a second.

“Kiss my feet, then sit back and listen,” Mistress Laura commanded and I obeyed.

“I know you are frustrated. I also know that there's nothing really stopping you from masturbating,” she smiled. “But, you know and I know that it feels much much better when you are doing it for me, doesn't it, slaveboy?”

There was no denying it. “Yes, Ma'am.” my face felt flushed.

“So, if you want my nice touches from time to time, and I know you do...” she paused and I nodded my head. “You are going to have to obey me with a good attitude.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“You should also know that if you were to disobey me and come without my permission at some point, I would definitely know. You don't want to test that.” I didn't doubt it. I would give myself away somehow if I were to try to give myself some relief.

She then started walking towards the bathroom and had me follow her.

“Get in the tub and put your mouth on my pussy.” Mistress Laura slipped off her skirt and panties, put one leg over onto the other side of the tub and braced her hands on the wall as I knelt in the tub, my lips against her pussy, smelling her, my cock throbbing hard.

Then I felt the warm liquid wash over my lips and fill my nose. Her piss flowed all the way down my chest and onto my hard cock. It was gross and intoxicating at the same time. I felt shamed, humiliated and so turned on by her.

“Lick me clean, slaveboy.” I did as she told me, before she turned on the shower and washed herself quickly, and patted herself dry. She then left me in the bathroom to shower and go on with the rest of my work that evening.

So, that is how it has been. I have been very very good the last week or so, obeying all of Mistress's commands, remembering to strip and come find her quickly every day, and having my mouth and tongue used at least every other day (sometimes after a hard spanking, because it makes her wet to torture me).

The sticker is on today, Sunday, October 31st.

Mistress is taking me to a kinky Halloween party tonight, cross-dressing me in a slutty red dress and high heels, wearing a collar, with her holding the attached leash. I'm not sure if I'm going to be allowed a release at any point, but I do know that it is entirely up to Mistress.

I am very very horny and very much looking forward to any fun we might have.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

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I'm still here. Still being used deliciously by Mistress Laura.

Hello everyone. It's been forever since I've posted. I have no excuse other than being busy with life and new assignments at work. Today was an off day from work for me, and Mistress Laura has been using me all day.

Her playing with me really started last night, when after dinner, she had me shave myself all over real smooth, apply Nair to my ass to get rid of all that hair, too, and get ready for her by inserting the large butt-plug that we have been playing with for a while, then put on the cute red leather collar and come sit at her feet while we watched television.

I didn't really pay much attention to what we were watching, since she had me give her foot rubs or kiss her feet, or get her a drink practically every fifteen minutes or so. As you can imagine, I got more and more turned on every time she told me to go do something for her.

By the end of the evening, before heading to bed, she had me kiss and lick her feet, lying on the carpet on my back, with her sitting on the couch, just to see how much of a hardon I would get. She was especially enjoying pushing the bottom of her foot onto my face and telling me that “I was lucky to be allowed to kiss her feet.”

After a while of that, she told me to stop and show her my hardon.

“Wow. You are so hard, it's almost purple. Does it hurt, baby?” she laughed, and then told me to go and kneel in the bedroom. I went and knelt, my very hard cock throbbing.

When she got to the bedroom, she told me that teasing me has gotten her very wet and that I was going to take care of giving her an orgasm, but that I would not be granted a release.

“Yes, Ma'am,” I said as I climbed on the bed and put my lips on her hairy pussy. All my attention was on giving her pleasure, every breath and every lick brought more of her scent into my awareness, and whatever amount of self control and reason I had left me. I was licking and moaning with the pleasure of giving her pleasure, as she moaned and pulled and pushed me and told me exactly what she needed (“Slower, boy... Good... Lower... Oh that is so good, my boy...”) and soon she was bucking and I was feeling her pussy spasm around the two fingers I had inside her.

“Good boy. Now kiss my feet, go brush your teeth, then come back and kneel at the foot of the bed.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, as I kissed her feet.

A few minutes later, I am kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Slaveboy, I want the whole bed to myself tonight, so you'll get the sleeping bag and sleep at the foot of the bed, on the floor,” she started to tell me. As I understood her words, my stomach did a flip (I don't know how else to describe the experience) and my cock once again became very erect.

“You have the day off tomorrow, which really means I have you all to myself tomorrow. Set your alarm for 7AM. You'll start the day by giving me a gentle footrub to wake me up, then I might have you lick me again, and then I'm going to have you do a few things that need to be done, starting with running the vacuum through the whole house. You might get lucky this weekend and I might let you come for me.”

About half an hour later, she was sleeping in her large king sized bed, in her cozy pajamas, and I was naked, in a sleeping bag, sleeping at the foot of the bed. I was simultaneously missing her and very happy to be put in my place, literally and figuratively. I don't know if that makes any sense to any of you, but that is how I felt.

This morning, I got to give Mistress Laura a footrub, another orgasm, and have been cleaning the house and cooking, all under her direction. I feel very happy and horny.

She has hinted that if I am good, at the end of the weekend, she might allow me to masturbate while kissing her feet. I hope that happens, but meanwhile, I am frustrated and happy and horny and content, all at the same time, as contradictory as that might seem.

I'll write more about this weekend later, as it develops.

Continue reading: I'm still here. Still being used deliciously by Mistress Laura.

First embarrassing orgasm of the new year

Mistress Laura likes to use fantasies and stories and hypothetical situations when talking with me. I think it lets her explore mental and emotional territory without any risk, while giving her more insights and control over me. I also know that she gets off on seeing me squirm. :-)

A couple of days ago, I had come home from work, and as is the rule in her house, stripped and knelt before her. She had me kiss her feet and then kneel back up again to get my instructions for the evening. She told me to go vacuum and then come back and kneel again in her office.

I did as I was told, and when I returned to kneel, she was already waiting for me.

“Good boy.” her smile put me at ease.

“Thomas, it's been a while since you've been allowed to come, right?”

“Yes Mistress,” and suddenly my cock is standing at full attention.

“Lay down on the floor right there. That's right. Bring your balls over here. Open your legs.”

I positioned myself as she said, on my back, legs open, her toes brushing my shaved smooth balls and cock. She playfully swung her foot back and forth, tapping my balls hard and causing me to wince a little.

“You know, training a man is a little bit like training a dog. Like when you tell a dog to stay, or heel, or roll over. The words don't really mean anything to the dog till the owner teaches him what it means.” She put the bottom of her foot against my very hard shaft and pressed a little bit.

“I want you to touch yourself. Stroke yourself, but you don't have permission to come.”

I did as she said, stroking myself, trying to keep from stimulating myself too much, since the situation could easily make me go over the edge. Precum was already oozing out of the tip and landing on my belly as I slid my hand up and down.

“You like that. I can see you getting even harder.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Okay, good. Now stop.”

I stopped, while moaning. Precum was still oozing out, making my penis and balls slippery and increasing the pleasure of my hand sliding up and down, but I still had to stop.

“Good boy. Now start again. Red rocket. Red rocket.”

I know now that Mistress was referring to this South Park scene, where the boys learn how to "milk a dog."

“Remember, you don't have permission to come now, do you?”

My hand slid effortlessly up and down, lubricated by my own precum. I felt a wave of pleasure, my breathing getting shallower, trying to keep myself under control.

“Now stop again. Come over here and kiss my feet.”

I stopped, happy to focus on something else, scampering around and putting my lips on her feet.

A moment later, “Okay baby. Red rocket.”

I was a little confused for a second. She repeated. “Go on doggie. Red rocket. Red rocket.”

I understood then. I put myself back on the floor on my back, legs spread at her feet, and started stroking myself. The pleasure was almost too much this time.

“Now stop. You don't want to come without permission, do you? That would merit a painful caning.”

The image of being caned for coming without permission almost made me cum, but I also know how painful such a caning can be and stopped myself.

“Good boy.” She smiled and pushed her heel gently into my privates and then continued talking.

“You know, sometime when you come home from work, Susan might be visiting, or some other friends of mine might be here, but if I say "Red Rocket," you know what that means now, right?”

I felt the heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks. “Mistress, I'm not sure I understand.”

“Yes you do. When you hear me say "Red Rocket," it means get naked, get on your back, and start stroking yourself for me.” She tapped my balls hard and then commanded: “Now. Red Rocket. Red Rocket. Good doggie!”

I was crazed at this point, moaning and touching myself, as she kept talking.

“And no matter what, when I say "Red Rocket," you are going to do it like this, aren't you?”

“Yes Mistress,” My breathing was ragged and I had to slow way down, my slick hand sliding up and down, and the pleasure mixed with the embarrassment and I had a flash of a memory of the last time she caned me. The memory almost sent me over the edge. She sensed my loss of self control.

“You wouldn't want to...” She paused here “come without permission, now, would you? I would really have to hurt you a lot.”

I kept slowing my strokes, but I was getting way too excited.

“I think the other ladies, if they were here watching you, would really find this funny. How you are so horny, waiting for permission, almost going over the edge,” and a sharp tap of pain to my testicles and her tone suddenly became very serious. “Don't you dare cum without my permission!”

It was a heady mix of embarrassment and pleasure and trying to keep it all back, but I started to feel the tip of my cock swell and a deep spasm in my gut and the pleasure washed over me, radiating from my insides. “Oh god, oh god. I'm sorry, Mistress, can I please please have your permission?”

“No! You may not! You're making a mess too.” She swung her leg and tapped my balls hard, causing me to yelp. The pain interrupted the orgasm I was having, but the ejaculation continued and white milky cum oozed all over my stomach and onto her hardwood floor.

“It looks like you're going to have to clean that up. After you do, meet me in the bedroom with the cane.” and she got up and left for the bedroom.

I took a minute to clean up the mess and followed her to the bedroom, where she proceeded to cane my ass for what seemed like a long time (was probably only about 20 minutes) and then to use my mouth for an orgasm.

Since then, Mistress Laura keeps teasing me about having company over and how she's going to enjoy giving me "the code word" and watch me perform. Maybe she will do it at some point, and maybe she won't. I'll probably never know.

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Happy New Year, everyone!

Hi everyone. I haven't posted for a while, but I'm going to be more regular again.

Mistress Laura banned me from blogging and tweeting for a month or so due to my tendency to spend too much time reading blogs, and only gave me back my online time a couple of weeks ago. By then, we were in the middle of the holiday season and I had too much job work and housework and other tasks to post regularly.




During this same time, Mistress threw some parties for family and friends, in which I ended up doing most of the preparation and hosting. It was fun for me and was kind of an extended teasing session to be serving my Mistress and her guests in this discreet fashion. Each party ended with me cleaning up, followed by Mistress taking me to bed, using my mouth to orgasm, followed by going to sleep.

Needless to say, the way that she is so focused on her own pleasure and on using me as she has been makes me feel... so... wonderful, humiliated, sexy... I find myself more and more pliable and emotionally and mentally focused on pleasing her, getting immense satisfaction and feeling loved from such unequal treatment.

Now, it's been over a month since Mistress has granted me a release. At the same time, she has been playing with me and teasing me continually, with little games and reminders that focus me on the erotic feelings that I get from continually serving her.

For example, in the weeks leading up to Christmas, she would run her hands over my hairy legs and say “I don't know if I like these hairy legs. I'll have to decide if I want to have these legs be smooth. It might be a nice sweet look for you.” and she did this for a while, till I started begging her for permission to shave my legs smooth for her. She would always reply with “Not yet baby.”

Then, after Christmas had come and gone, and during my vacation days, she told me to go into the bedroom where I found a card and a cute little dress (the one in the picture). The card read “Dear Thomas, go ahead and shave your legs smooth for me, put on this outfit and come show me. Love, your Mistress.”

I did as I was told, the act of taking off the hair on my legs was amazingly erotic for me, for reasons that I can't quite figure out. I dressed as she had instructed and showed my Mistress wife, who ran her hands over my smooth legs and kept saying things like “Mmmm...Nice and smooth like a little girl... Good girl.”

That evening ended with her taking me into the back bedroom, telling me to get on all fours on top of the bed, flipping the little skirt up and putting a small butt plug in my ass and caning me for a while, because “I feel like doing this. It makes my cunt twitch,” followed by using my mouth for an orgasm.

Afterwards, I lay in her arms, with her spooning me from behind, my ass marked and hurting, while my feelings soared. I was in heaven, enveloped by pain and her softness, feeling so completely accepted and loved that it's hard to put into words.

Mistress whispered in my ear then, “Would you like me to let you come right now, my boy?”

“No Mistress. Only if you want me to.”

“Good boy. We'll see. Maybe I'll let you come after the New Year.”

I wish you all a happy and fulfilling new year. May all your dreams come true in this coming year!

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Labor Day Weekend Femdom

Last Friday night, a few hours before we were going to bed, Mistress Laura handed me four clothespins and told me “One for each nipple, and one for each ball. Do it and have me inspect it.”

I clipped myself as ordered and she flicked each clothespin with her fingers to make sure they were on well enough, then she had me vacuum the guest bedroom and the hallway.

I don't know how many of you know what clothespins feel like. There is pain, of course, but as you go about doing other things, the pain starts to fade into the background, becoming subdued, more like a throbbing or a background hum. And as long as your don't jostle the clothespin, you can basically function.

After I was done with the vacuum, she had me come into the bedroom and fold laundry while she watched. Every once in a while, she would lean over and flick one of the clothespins, smiling at my winces. When the laundry was folded and put away, she had me kneel next to the bed.

“Slaveboy, you're going to be doing a bunch of cleaning this weekend. Starting with my office. Is there anything you need to do this weekend? Let me know so I can make time for it.”

“No Ma'am. I am completely at your service.”

“Great. Well, then,” She got a mischievous look on her face. “Lick my pussy. After I come, I'll remove your clothespins. Don't expect me to let you come this weekend, and no whining!”

“Yes Mistress.” I'm not sure how to explain it, but when Mistress tells me that she's not going to be letting me come for a few days, I actually "enjoy" it. It's a heady sensation and it feels a bit like falling and the base of my stomach tightens in anticipation of something and at the same time, I relax more into the role of slaveboy, her toy, to be used entirely for her pleasure. With these thoughts swimming in my head, I brought my mouth to her pussy.

After a few minutes of licking, Mistress grabbed my hair and smashed my mouth and nose into her pussy, her thighs pressed into the sides of my head, rubbing herself into me and convulsing into a shuddering orgasm. I inhaled deeply of her scent then, with my penis fully erect, precum dribbling from the tip. I am completely addicted to the scent and taste of Mistress Laura; it is a taste and smell that quite literally changes my state of mind, makes me weak in the knees and quite unable to resist anything she wants from me.

“Mmmm... Good boy.” she then grabbed my hard hard cock and gave it a squeeze and without warning, leaned over and detached the two clothespins on my balls, which made me scream in pain. The stinging sharp pain seemed to last for a long time, though it was probably only a few minutes.

“Ready for the nipples?”

“Uh. No, Ma'am.”

“Oh come on. No whining. Lay on the bed. I'll give you something to scream into.” And with that, she tossed me a pillow. I lay on my back, with the pillow over my face, and waited.

And waited. And waited some more. Then, I felt her feathery touch, her fingers dancing up and down my body, caressing the full length of my cock, lightly touching my balls, bringing gasps of pleasure from me, teasing me. This went on for a while, till I was nicely aroused and completely lost in sensation.

When she finally took the clothespins off my nipples, she did them without warning, in quick succession at almost the same time and then proceeded to massage and tweak my very sore nipples, and that hurt so much that I had to push my mouth into the pillow and keep screaming. When she finally stopped, I relaxed my body by effort of will, at which point she gently took the pillow from me and gave me a kiss on the lips.

“Mmmm... Good boy. Hurting you makes my cunt wet.”

After that, we went to bed. Her dressed in her pajamas, and me, naked, hurting, horny, sleeping right next to her.

She was true to her word that weekend. I ended up doing a lot of cooking and cleaning, more than usual, with almost constant teasing and little breaks to “come over here and kiss my feet” or “come massage my shoulders, boy.”

She used my mouth for orgasms every day, while making it clear that she would not let me have a release at all the entire weekend. With each orgasm she took, and with each “No, you may not!” my desire for her and my love for her grew. It's paradoxical, but such is the working of my mind.

Before she sent me to work on Tuesday, she had me kneel on the floor and kiss her feet and told me that she wanted me to continue to be in heat for her all week, and that she would probably let me have an orgasm next weekend, if I am a very very good slaveboy.

“How do I make sure I'm a very very good slaveboy?”

“Simple, baby,” she said, patting the top of my head and messing up my hair. ”Just obey quickly.“

So, that was labor day weekend. My nipples are still a tiny bit sore and she delights in tweaking them every once in a while.

This upcoming weekend she has a list of chores lined up for me, including some simple plumbing repairs. She also let me know that Susan will be visiting at some point and that I am to remain completely nude and subservient even during her visit.

I am a little bit apprehensive about this coming weekend, but mostly in a very submissive mood. Everytime I think about Mistress Laura, I get horny and feel like kneeling.

Continue reading: Labor Day Weekend Femdom

Hush, slaveboy.

Hi everyone. Mistress and I went on a few trips this last few weeks, which is why I've been out of contact save for a couple of short messages and tweets.

We took a few four-day weekends (sually Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday), staying at a hotel in Carmel and another one in Monterey a couple of times. The pattern for these outings is always the same.

I pick the venues and get Mistress's approval, then make the reservations ahead of time. The night before, we do our usual fun stuff (I cook, we eat dinner, watch TV, and then she has me go down on her to an orgasm before she goes to bed).

I pack the car while she sleeps and then join her in bed. I set my alarm to wake me up an hour before we leave so I can wake her with a foot massage and breakfast. Then I make the bed and clean the house a bit more before we take off so that she can come home to a clean house.

When we get to our hotel, I deal with the front lobby and get two sets of room key cards. I deliver one key card to her and I take everything up to the room while she waits somewhere comfortable, usually with a paperback she is reading, then I unpack and put everything out in the room the way she likes it. When everything is set (about 20 minutes), I strip and kneel in the middle of the room and text-message her so she can come up.

When she enters the hotel room, it's the way she has told me to set everything up (all her clothes hung up or put in the drawers, her toys in the bedstand, etc.) Then, we go about relaxing, or rather, I just do whatever I am told, which is truly joyous to me, and very relaxing for her.

Our last trip was a couple of weekends ago and we got back into town last Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I was something of a pain in the ass, arguing with Mistress Laura about some pretty trivial stuff. I don't even really know why.

On Friday, when I got back home from work, and went to kneel naked in her office, she turned to me and said:

“My boy, I think you are talking back too much and I want to have a fun weekend this weekend. So, this whole weekend, you are to not speak until I give you permission again. When you need an answer, get your point across by hand signals, and if you can't, write it down.”

I started to say “Yes, Ma'am” and then stopped myself, just nodding.

So, Friday and the whole weekend, my Mistress wife did not speak to me except to tell me what to do. The hours were filled with silence. She even turned off the ringers on the phones, put our cell phones on silent mode, and did not turn on the TV or radio.

She directed me to cook, to clean, and to generally perform the tasks I normally would. The whole time, she relaxed, did paperwork from time to time, read her paperbacks, or just lounged or napped.

After about a day and a half, the silence started to seep into me; to make my own internal dialogue start to quiet down. At the same time, I felt more in tune with Mistress.

Sunday night, after Mistress Laura let me lick her pussy, when she was completely satisfied, she had me kneel at the foot of the bed and put a condom on. Then she sat at the edge of the bed and had me kiss her feet.

“It's been a few weeks since I let you come. Would you like to come for me?”

I nodded.

“Hump the ground, slaveboy. No hands. Make yourself come for me.”

I did as I was told, kissing her feet at the same time. I'm certain I looked completely ridiculous. When I came, she finally said “You may speak again.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

This period of silence did something interesting to my state of mind. I'm now slightly calmer in the background of my mind and have an interesting experience of myself as separate from my thoughts. I don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but that is what it is.

Continue reading: Hush, slaveboy.

A new kink

A short post for now while I work on a longer post. Over the last few days, Mistress Laura has discovered a new kink of mine.


She knows German and a couple of other languages, and for fun, she started talking to me in German, which I don't understand except for a few words.

The emotional effect on me was somewhat surprising! I was so turned on.

She has to repeat her phrases several times to get simple commands across to me, but I am slowly starting to learn, at least enough to be ordered around in German.

Do any of you have any similar experiences?

Continue reading: A new kink

The erotic charge of relinquishing my will

Here are a few recent interactions between myself and Mistress Laura. Starting off with some fairly mundane ones:

We are discussing dinner plans.

Mistress Laura says “Let me know what you think, baby. I am thinking about going to our favourite Thai restaurant again.”

“Mistress, we've gone there so many times lately that I'm starting to get a bit tired of it. Can we go somewhere else?”

“Well, do you have something else to suggest?”

“How about Japanese?”

“Had that at lunch today.” She pauses, then declares “I decided. We are going to the Thai place.”

There's an instant of short lived disappointment, accompanied by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a warm tingling that starts to spread. “As you wish.” I stand up to get dressed so we can go. I have trouble zipping up my jeans because of the very rigid bulge.

The second episode, simpler and more compressed:

I am on the computer, working on something and somewhat absorbed.

“Thomas, come here.”

There's a second of irritation followed almost immediately by that tingling warmth and before I know it, I am headed toward Mistress's office to kneel and find out what she wants.

With respect to household chores, as I stated previously:

I hate scrubbing toilets. However, putting on the yellow gloves and kneeling down and scrubbing the toilet always gives me a rush, produces a very stiff hardon, and empties my mind, giving way to a feeling of calm and relaxation, in spite of (or perhaps because of) hating the task.

And of course, in the bedroom:

“You want to come tonight, baby?”

“Yes Ma'am!”

“How would you like to do it?”

“Inside you, Mistress.” I'm feeling greedy, but about one time in four, she does let me come like that.

“Hmmm... Not tonight, my boy. I want you to put on a condom so you don't make a mess, get on the ground on your stomach and hump the carpet. No hands, but I'll let you kiss my feet while you do it. I know you like that. And, if you beg nicely, I might let you come.”

I start humping the carpet and kissing her feet, feeling small. She is sitting on the bed, wearing a T-shirt and panties, with her bare feet on the ground, and I am licking and kissing her feet and humping the ground. Just comparing what I am doing as opposed to what I wished to be doing heightens the sense of embarrassment which makes me almost go over the edge. But I know better.

“Mistress, may I please come? I am very close. Please, Mistress?”

There's a long pause and I hold myself on the edge. “No, you may not. But seeing you doing that turned me on, baby. Come on up here and eat my pussy.”

And so, I am denied another orgasm, but the delicious humming tingly sexual feeling in my groin now spreads all around my body. I am in a trance as I climb onto the bed and help her out of her panties and start to kiss and lick her to an orgasm.

When I think about these types of interactions, I find it interesting that in almost all other areas of my life, I am very assertive and I get what I want, when I want it, but with my Mistress Wife, I delight in the opposite.

There is an inherent erotic charge from being told what to do and from subverting my own desires in order to please my lovely wife. There is an inherent and (and undeniable, considering my state of undress most of the time) erotic charge in being “forced” to do things that I don't necessarily enjoy because my Mistress wants me to do them.

In these moments, when I am simply following her desires, I don't even mind the missed opportunities for an orgasm; the heady space, the trance state that is like infatuation, but a hundred times more potent, is worth it. I really am here to serve and please her.

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