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!

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.

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.

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?

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.

Happy 4th of July: lots of domestic and personal service

Yesterday was a day off of work for me. This meant that I got to get up early, do my Friday workout, shower and shave and then get my Mistress her breakfast. Afterwards, she told me to put on my high heels and frilly apron and come back and kneel at her feet.

I put on the black high heels and the apron (it's a black and white pattern that evokes images of a maidservant) and tied it in the back, all the while getting a hardon. Then I went back into Mistress Laura's office and knelt.

She then gave me a list of chores to do, had me kiss her feet, and left for an appointment for a few hours.

I spent a few blissful hours vacuuming, doing laundry, and scrubbing toilets. Well, actually, my feelings are more complicated than that simple description. For example, 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.

I was basically done with my chores when Mistress came back home again. She inspected my work and was pleased, and told me to put my cleaning uniform away and take a little break while she caught up on some paperwork and Emails in her office. At that point, I started to catch up on some blog reading and posting, but a text message interrupted me about fifteen minutes into it.

“Come to my office. -ML”

I left the computer and went to kneel at her feet.

“I feel like having an orgasm. I'll probably let you have one later this long weekend, but not now.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

And with that, she led the way into the bedroom, got comfortable on the bed, and let me start by massaging and licking her feet. I was once again hard as a rock. She gave instructions when she wanted me to change something about what I was doing (“slower, go soft there... that's right...”) and managed to have a nice toe-curling full-body orgasmic release.

“Good boy. Now come here and cuddle me for a bit, before I send you to do some grocery shopping.”

While cuddling, she grabbed her slaveboy's hard hard cock, wrapping her fingers around it at the base of the shaft and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, telling me “I like that you are almost always hard around me and are so eager to please me.”

After a few more minutes, she sent me shopping. When I returned, the rest of the evening was spent watching TV (me sitting naked at my Mistress's feet while she relaxed on the recliner).

When we were ready to sleep for the night, my Lady told me “I'm going to want you to lick and kiss and massage my feet tomorrow morning to wake me up around 8AM. I might even use your mouth and tongue to come again, so be ready.” So, when I shaved again before bed, I made sure to do a very good job.

In bed next to Mistress Laura, I set my alarm for 7:55 and it took me a long time to drift to sleep.

This morning, when my alarm went off, I began my morning by slowly getting out of bed on my side of the bed, moving over to the other side and kneeling down and massaging and kissing my Mistress's beautiful feet. She moaned as she woke up a little bit, and I kissed and licked up her legs, up to around her knees, at which point she grabbed my hair and pulled and pushed by mouth into her pussy. Her smell was intoxicating and I was so hard and excited; there was precum oozing and my heart was beating in a way that I could feel it in my ears and my mouth and tongue were working on automatic.

I felt like an animal, and for just a second, I thought to myself that I could easily pin my Mistress to the bed and push my cock inside her wet pussy, but just as I was thinking this, she pulled my hair and pushed her thighs together around my ears and arched her back and my focus was totally on her, there was nothing but Her in the Universe for an instant; She was my Universe in that moment. I could feel the waves of tension and relaxation and she came nicely, accompanied by some loud guttural sounds that made my heart swell with good feelings.

We lay there for a few minutes then, breathing together.

“Good boy. I think you are getting a little bit better at that.”

That comment made me feel so good at that moment, it's hard to put into words. I get squeaky eyed when I recall it.

“Okay, my boy. I want you to cook me breakfast next: Toasted English muffin, two sausage links, two eggs sunny side up.”

I disentangled myself and prepared and served her breakfast, while she read the news on her iPhone and watched TV in bed.

Since then, we've just been relaxing. we have no plans to watch fireworks later, just taking it easy. I'm happy. She tells me that she's planning to do my attitude adjustment session with the cane later tonight or maybe tomorrow.

Life is good. Here's to hoping that your 4th of July is an enjoyable one too.

Nakedness, hairlessness, humiliation and power

I love my Mistress Wife, but I am also completely infatuated and obsessed with her and want to please her desperately. There is a deliberate and continual process of enhancing desire and enforcing powerlessness and subtle and not so subtle humiliation that goes into creating and maintaining my state of mind.

Early in our relationship, when my Mistress Wife took the reins, she set up a few rules:

Nakedness - Whenever we are alone, unless she otherwise specifies, I am to be completely nude. This by itself has a very interesting psychological effect on me. Enforced nudeness is a direct reminder that I have no personal boundaries and that my body is not fully my own.

The first thing I do when I get home from work is to quickly undress and go and find Mistress (usually in her office) and kneel quietly at her feet and wait for her to address me. Sometimes I wait a few minutes while she finishes something else, the whole time aware of the fact that I am here to please her and that it is my proper place to kneel here, naked, while she completes an Email or finishes a phone call. My heart beats fast and my cock comes to full attention most of the time before she even turns around and tells me to kiss her feet.

Smoothness/shaving - I shave everywhere at least twice a day. Once in the morning when I wake up, and once in the afternoon before I head back home. And every time I shave, I remember all the little things that Mistress Laura has told me about shaving my hair off for her.

As I shave my face, I hear her voice in my head, telling me “I want your face and lips to be completely smooth for me. Baby smooth. So if I let you kiss me or lick my pussy, I'm completely enjoying it...”

And when I shave my body, I remember her saying things like “I prefer a boy who is all smooth and soft for me... Even your cock and balls... I want it all smooth, do you understand, my little boy?” And the act of shaving makes me focus on her, and on her pleasure and my cock gets hard sometimes just as I turn on the shaver. A constantly re-inforced Pavlovian response.

In this enforced state of hairlessness, as in the requirement to be nude in her presence, the inequality is part of the thrill. Mistress is almost always clothed. And while requiring that I shave off all my hair, most of the time she has a full covering of hair down there (and I love the smell and look and taste of it when she puts my mouth and tongue to work). She gets to do as she pleases, and I get to do as she commands.

For me, these two standing orders seems to be symbolically about removing barriers and reiterating the notion that what she says about my body is The Law. In fact, recently, she has told me that I may not even get a haircut without her permission.

Humiliation - This one comes in many forms.

Denial and orgasm control is part of it. She often teases me for a few days, using my tongue to give herself an orgasm while denying me a release. She then tells me to beg, making me kiss and lick her feet while begging for release, and more often than not, simply says “No.”

She often has me dress in a frilly apron while doing housework so that she can tease me about being such a good little maid for her. This makes me feel embarrassed and also weak in the knees.

Sexually, it's all been about humiliation lately. Recently she had me lay on the floor, with clothespins on my nipples and balls, while she put a realistic looking dildo in my mouth and told me to “suck that cock, and don't even think about coming till I tell you to, you cock sucker.” as I painfully stroked my very hard cock using a small pair of girl panties. When she finally permit me to come, she took the dildo out of my mouth and made me beg for her to remove the clothespins, which she did, one by one, causing me pain (she tells me my pain makes her cunt twitch), and then finished by ordering me to kiss her feet and telling me to wear the wet little girl panties for the rest of the evening.

Objectively looking at this scene, I should not even be in the least bit aroused by it, but I was very much aroused, by the helplessness, by the fact that I had to wait to be allowed to come, and that even then, even while allowing me a release, she was enjoying inflicting pain on me and that I wanted her to, because it pleased her.

The power imbalance, the helplessness, the lack of boundaries are very much tied into the desperate and insatiable erotic charge and the control that she has on me. I am completely smitten by her.

What do you all think? Especially if you are experienced in FemDom dynamics, what is part of the thrill for you?

P.S. I set up a Twitter account recently. Feel free to follow me.

Bruce Willis in love

I found this news article and the corresponding photo shoot incredibly erotic.


The article is here: I believe in love again, says Bruce Willis - but this steamy S&M photoshoot with new wife Emma Heming is an odd way of showing it.

What do you all think?

Followup on going a little bit crazy...

It's been a few weeks since my last post. I did not mean to be away from writing this long, but Mistress has been working me very hard (domestically and sexually) and my schedule has been rather full.


As I mentioned in my previous post, Mistress Laura has had a full complement of housework and spring cleaning for me to accomplish, in addition to my normal house chores (cooking and cleaning) on top of my job and my workout schedule.

Most nights, even though I am tired, Mistress has had me kneel by the bed and kiss and massage her feet. About half the time, she allows this to progress to my kissing and licking her legs, tickling the backs of her knees, maybe even using me to lick and clean her asshole (an activity which I love), and then lick her pussy. She has an orgasm or two and rarely allows me to come.

About a week ago, after she had had a couple of orgasms, I mentioned that it would be be great if she would let me come too.

“Oh really? Be careful what you ask for, slaveboy. I feel like being entertained.”

She handed me a condom and told me to put it on. I was hopeful that this might mean she was considering letting me fuck her. No such luck.

She then reached into her nightstand drawer, pulled out a handful of clothespins and had me kneel by the side of the bed while she attached them to my balls. Three on each sac. The pain was sharp and slowly building.

“Now, my boy, kiss my feet and while you are kissing my feet, you may masturbate. If you don't come in two minutes, you won't be allowed to come at all this time. And you still have to ask permission. I may not give it, but I probably will.”

So, I went down to the ground, my face planted on her feet, my lips kissing her feet and toes, my ass in the air, trying to pump the shaft of my cock with my hand without jostling the clothespins on my balls too much. All the while, Mistress Laura was laughing and making comments like “Nice ass. Those are my balls and I can hurt them if I want, isn't that so, Thomas?”

I don't know if you can imagine my headspace; I am naked, trying to kiss my wife's feet and masturbate, while she laughs and jokes and tells me that I only have a minute left.

I got myself close and started asking “Mistress, may I come please?”

She just remained cruelly silent.

“Oh please, may I come? May I please come? Oh please? Please please please? Oh my Lady, may I please come?”

“Yes my boy. Come for me NOW, but don't be taking any of the clothespins off.”

So I managed to come inside the condom, grunting and saying “Thank you Mistress. Thank you...” over and over.

She then had me clean up and get on the bed and lie down on my back. We then watched some TV while the clothespins were still attached to my balls. If you've never had this experience, what happens after a while is that there is a sort of numbness as the body gets used to the constant pain and you can almost forget that there are clothespins attached to you.

After about twenty minutes, she said “Ready?” she positioned her hand to yank off a few of the clothespins, then leaned down and kissed me on the mouth while she removed the three clothespins attached to my left ball-sac with a swift yanking motion. I screamed in pain in her mouth and tears came to my eyes.

“Good boy. Now one more set, unless you want a break?”

“Oh no Mistress. Please. It's hurting and throbbing now a lot. Please take the rest off, Ma'am.”

She kissed me again and yanked the second set off. This time, I managed not to scream, but tears streamed down my cheeks from the pain. She wiped the tears away, and said “Good boy. Now go rinse off in the shower and come to bed.”

I haven't come since then, and she has come several more times.

The way she let me orgasm that night did nothing to calm down my sexual hunger. I am still constantly horny, and I get an erection whenever she makes me kneel or orders me to do anything.

So, that's the followup. I will write more later.

Going a little bit crazy

It has now been a couple of weeks since Mistress has allowed me to come.

I'm not exactly complaining, but even the least little bit of attention from her causes me to walk around for half an hour with a full on erection.


And yet, almost every other night, she has ordered me to lick her till I feel her pussy muscles clench and her back tighten and the smell and taste of her juices on my face, using me for a mind blowing orgasm.

She tells me that she has a lot of spring cleaning planned and that I will be doing a lot of housework this weekend. Maybe this is just her way of making sure that all my attention and willingness is on doing exactly what she orders me to do this weekend?

I confess, though, that every time she gets herself off and leaves me wanting, even in the midst of my sexual frustration, all I want to do is sink to the floor and kiss her feet, telling her how much I love her and worship her.

Unexpected FemDom

This last weekend, on Saturday morning, my Mistress wife had a professional conference that she needed to be at. What this usually means for me is that I get up early to make a small breakfast and then I come back into the bedroom and wake Mistress Laura to serve her.


So, I got up about an hour before Mistress needed to be awake and cooked her an omelet and made some toast, poured some coffee and a small glass of OJ and set it all on the small side table. Then I knelt by the side of the bed and massaged her feet slowly and firmly till she woke up and sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for me to just sit on the carpet.

I sat at her feet while we discussed the logistics of the day and she ate.

After she had eaten, she had me clean up while she showered and got dressed. She told me to dress business casual and that I would be her driver and sweet solicitous husband at the event. We've done this many times in the past where she brings me as her guest and I do things like fetch her tea or water. I sometimes think she just likes showing off her control in public.

When we got there, we sat at round tables to listen to the program (which was about different music teaching techniques).

At various points, Mistress gestured for me to go and fetch her some water or tea. Once, when I came back with her tea with a “Here you go, Ma'am,” I sensed that the attention of one of the women at the table was distinctly on us. This impression was quickly verified when she started talking to us at the next break.

After some pleasantries, this woman, who I will refer to as LF, said point blank to Mistress Laura:

“Some friends of mine and I sometimes have our boys serve us tea. Naked.”

Since Mistress wasn't really expecting that sort of conversation at this seminar, she was at first taken aback. “You're joking, right?”

LF gave a very wide smile “No joke. They do get to wear a bowtie.”

After a pause, Mistress asked “Are they at `full attention?'”

“Some are, yes. If you are interested in bringing him, I can arrange it.”

It turns out that there is a network of dominant women in Northern California who have occasional tea parties served by submissive men who are naked. That is one of my fantasies come true!

After a few hours, we left the event and headed for home. On the drive, Mistress Laura told me that the idea of these tea parties intrigued her and that she might like to attend one. When we got home, she then took me into the bedroom, told me to strip, slid out of her skirt and had me lick her pussy till she came hard, all the while telling me that it might be fun for her to network with other Dominas in the area. Then she came again, this time by her own hand, while I sucked on her breasts.

I got no release. Which, weirdly enough, was very comforting to me. She just said “Good boy. Now go and finish the laundry.”

At this point, it seems totally normal that Mistress should be served all day by me, have a conversation with a new acquaintance about naked male servers at a tea party, then use me to have an orgasm or two and then send me off to do more housework.

Becoming fit for my Mistress

It's been about a year since my last post.

I weighed 165 pounds then. Now I weigh 140. Because of Mistress Laura.

My body fat percentage was around 25. Today, it's about 9. All due to Mistress Laura.


Here's a recent photo of my body (that she owns).



About a year ago, she ordered me to stop wasting so much time online and start doing one of those extreme home fitness systems (P90X, for those who are curious, but I don't think the specifics of the regimen matters). Some co-worker had raved about it and she had seen the late night infomercials.

So, I got the DVDs, the weights, the pullup bar. I installed the pullup bar and could barely do 3 good pullups.

At first, I hated the execrises. They were extremely difficult. Anyway, I would rather write in my blog or read web sites.

The diet component to the plan was also a bit annoying at first, but not so much that I couldn't stick to it consistently. Still, I had serious doubts about being able to stick to the exercise plan.

Mistress quickly fixed my attitude, however.

For the first few weeks, she would sometimes walk in on me when working out and just watch for a few minutes. Then she would say something like "You are looking better. After you are done, go rinse yourself and go and kneel in the bedroom." When I would finish and rinse off, and kneel as she had ordered, she would walk in and order me to kiss her feet (which would quickly cause my cock to get very hard) and then she would allow me to masturbate, all the while telling me that I was a good boy for sticking with the exercises and working hard. As you can imagine, this had me in a fog, wanting to do for her anything she wanted me to do!

Occasionally, when she would see me slacking off, she would tell me bluntly that if I wanted to have my release and not just a hard spanking, I should step up the effort. That usually caused a quick "Yes Ma'am" and a jolt of adrenaline. :-)

Today, I can do 25 full extension pullups and in one session can do over 400 pushups. My stamina is much much higher than it has ever been and overall I feel about ten years younger.

Everything else has been pretty stable. My work situation has changed; As of a couple of months ago, I'm working for a new company a little closer to home.

Mistress works sometimes out of the home and sometimes in her home office. The distribution of labor is still the same. She controls all the money and has final say on all decisions. Every day when I get home, I get naked and start cooking and cleaning as my Mistress commands.

At least every other night, she lets me lick her till she has an orgasm or two. Very occasionally she lets me fuck her, but most of the time recently I get my release through masturbation while she watches or while she is watching TV and telling me to kiss and lick her feet.

Life is good. I'll be posting a bit more regularly from this point on.