Evolution in a 24/7 Relationship - A Success Story (long!)

[gingermango]

First, some background. My Goddess/wife and I have been married for about 4 1/2 years, together for 5 1/2. Each of us had been in a very vanilla marriage for a long time, and then divorced before we met one another. We each have kids and jobs and pretty busy "real lives" that prevented either of us from getting out and exploring much in the way of a fetish scene or anything along those lines before we met, and after we met we had even more going on.

However, when we met (through an online dating service), it was with the goal of finding someone more compatible. Hell, I even set up an email address with the handle "submissive" to weed out the women who weren't going to "get it" in the first place. But anyway, Goddess "got it" right off. On the first date, she had me down on my knees kissing her toes through her high-heeled sandals, and within two weeks I was being regularly hog-tied. Six weeks later for Valentine's Day, I was wearing stockings and garters under my suit when we went to dinner.

But although the sex was kinky and she was always in charge, our regular relationship was very conventional: I have the higher-paying job and make about 2/3 of our family income. We are raising three kids together and have baseball, soccer and karate lessons to worry about, as well as school grades, field trips, pets, yard care, laundry, groceries, etc. The kinky stuff was limited to the bedroom. Goddess was a very nervous novice dominant and her confidence was easily bruised, so limiting things to the bedroom as she figured out her way helped a lot.

But after about 9 months or so together, we got engaged and as part of our engagement, she decided I was to toss all my male underwear in the trash, except for a couple of ratty, worn out pairs of briefs I was allowed to wear while mowing the yard or for doctor's visits. Other than that, our real-life relationship stayed pretty egalitarian, at least outwardly.

About two years ago, however, Goddess got a little tipsy at a small party for her girlfriends she was hosting and started getting kind of bossy about things: she started ordering me to get drink refills, get people snacks, et cetera. When I was a little slow once she snapped, "Do it now, bitch!" Her friends looked up, startled, but they were delighted at how quickly I responded and how I blushed. So for the rest of the night, whenever Goddess wanted something it was, "More wine, bitch." "Show our guest to the bathroom, bitch." And so forth. By the end of the evening, Goddess was inviting our guests to call me "Bitch" and order me around as well. Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on and feeling very, very submissive. Of course, we have children and many friends who are rather straight-laced who wouldn't be accepting or understanding at all, so this behavior was very limited, especially at first.

But after that first night, whenever we are in private and Goddess is feeling demanding, I am addressed as "Bitch" - when I am praised, it's "Good girl! Such a good dirty little whore!" and things of that nature. But other than some secret teasing like that, domination and control has remained limited to private times.

A couple months ago, however, Goddess confided in me that she had an indiscretion at a party on the last night of a week-long business trip about a year ago. The party ended up with not one, but two guys making out with her and undressing her: she had one sucking her tits and one licking her pussy. Each of them wanted to fuck her, or get her to suck them off but she wouldn't do it. Once she'd had her orgasms she pushed them away and told them to go home and fuck their wives. She said that if they wanted to fuck her, they'd have to come to our home town and let her husband suck them hard first! That was the first time she'd ever acted dominant about me around other men.

When she told me, Goddess was very worried I'd be upset with her, but to the contrary I was very, very turned on! Knowing my Goddess could get two married strangers so turned on that they were begging to fuck her was hot beyond belief to me. Since she confided this story to me, I find myself being even more submissive in daily affairs, especially those involving emotions and relationship issues. Retelling her story of the business trip has become an element of our fantasy play, even to the point where she'll tell me about "next time." It's so obviously a turn on for her that this week I finally came out and told her, "I understand this relationship is not a two-way street in terms of the rules - you decide what you are allowed to do, and you decide what I am allowed to do. YOU are my dominant, YOU are who I want, and I want you to be happy and satisfied no matter what. So whatever you want to do, however you want to be happy and turned on is okay with me. I'm giving you this "permission" not as your sub topping from the bottom, but as your husband, to let you know how much I crave being submissive to my Goddess/wife, and how much I want to make sure you feel empowered and sexy and in control."

Her reaction was to basically squeal with excitement and tell me how much she loved and adored me, and how much she appreciated my submission and how happy she has been lately. She said that she may not ever take advantage of the "permission" I gave as her husband, but as a dominant to her sub, she would cherish my devotion.

So since that pledge by me, Goddess has become more controlling and demanding this week and I love it! She's had me start sleeping in silky nightgowns all the time - previously I have done this occasionally when she's told me to, but it has now become a full-time rule, just like wearing panties every day. She's started tying up my cock and balls with a silky ribbon before bed as well, and making me sleep with a satin sleep mask over my eyes, too, which I am not allowed to remove until the alarm sounds in the morning to wake us.

Goddess likes the ribbon very much. She has lately started to enjoy teasing me for several days and denying me an orgasm. But even in light of the new rule (she can play whenever she wants but I cannot), she is afraid I may be tempted to fool around if my frustration gets too high. Previously she'd been satisfied that my panties would prevent women from going through with anything should I stray. She figures keeping me tied with silky ribbons is a nice touch that would help, but since the ribbon has to be removed for morning showers, she wants something more permanent. So as of yesterday, we have The Curve on order - starting next week I will be required to wear it full time, removing it only with express permission. Goddess will do that herself when I am to be permitted and erection or orgasm. Finally, "Goddess's Bitch" will be tattooed on my butt cheek for my birthday this year in about two months as a permanent mark of my ownership.

So as you can see, our relationship has come a long way since the first night I kneeled down and kissed my date's toes. I'm sexually and emotionally happier than I've ever been in my life and so is my Goddess. It hasn't happened overnight and obviously, what works for us wouldn't work for everyone. But the point is, being happy in a real-life 24/7 kinky relationship is possible but be aware that what you want and need may evolve over time, as our wants and needs have changed, and some of your "kinky goals" may take time to obtain. Openness and communication are keys to this process.

Thanks for letting me ramble, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

 

[Mastersall]

What a great description of a couiple incorporating their needs
into daily life... keep it up

 

[FurryFury]

Hi Gingermango!

I'm happy for you and your Lady!

It's great to read something like this for those of us who are, in many ways just starting out and who sometimes get impatient.

*smiles*

Congrats!

Fury

 

[timreh]

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[@}-}rebecca----]

Gingermango I kept avoiding this Thread because I am 'off task' of late and you had placed (long!) in the Title. My attention span is ummmn......what was I saying........smiles.

I have in fact just read your post. May I respectfully suggest that both you and your Goddess ROCK !!!!!!

I enjoyed your sharing parts of your journey very much and I look forward to reading more in the future should you care to again.

kind regards

@}-}rebecca----

 

[FurryFury]

About 2 1/2 years ago I was lucky enough to "meet" online a woman who's 6th question to me in our first chat was... "Are you a submissive?" I'd never really thought about it in those terms, but quickly I realised my answer, and said "Yes!"

We chatted online daily, getting to know each other as people. And found we had similiar views on many life issues. But always in the background was the mutual awareness that she would be Domme and I the sub in any serious relationship that might develop.

We reached the point of feeling we wanted to meet in R/L. It was an exciting and touching experience.

Time went by, we found ways to deal with the physical distance tween us. Her schedule more easily allowed her to travel and she graciously did so as often as possible.

Unfortunately, I wrestled and struggled with balancing my long history of being a vanilla male and the new feelings of contentment and excitement of submission. I couldn't / didn't handle communicating my inner turmoil well to her. My pride kept me from opening up and asking for the help and guidance I needed in finding how to incorporate my male strengths with my submissive needs.

In my quandry, I got scared, expressed myself quite poorly, did some of the stupid male silence behavior, which lead to both of us misunderstanding what the other really wanted in a relationship. We didn't work out "limits" or the steps needed to move forward as a loving couple. We both thought the person other wanted things that as individuals we did not want as part of a relationship.

I knew in my heart I wanted a loving committed relationship with her. I wanted to be her lover, her friend, her partner. But in my stupidity I couldn't / didn't express my fears and confusion. Nor did I ask for her help in sorting through my confusion. Nor did I clarify what I saw as the D/s relationship I wanted.

Things blew up, we ceased all communication.

I tried to "move on". But whenever I moved toward approaching or meeting another woman, I thought of HER. And knew She was who I wanted to be with.

I sit here today alone. I've tried to find some way to reconnect with her. I still think we have real potential to be a loving couple capable of sharing life and enjoying each others company and growth in non-BDSM ways. And I know that if we were a couple, the D/s role would be a basic tenet of that relationship. Yet time and time again I manage to put my foot in my mouth.

I admire you for having found a partner and the communication skills to develop your relationship in a way that pleases you both. I wish I'd been as open and brave as you when I had the chance.


Good luck and best wishes for your continued success as a couple.

Wow, that is so sad! *hugs*

Fury

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I admire you for having found a partner and the communication skills to develop your relationship in a way that pleases you both. I wish I'd been as open and brave as you when I had the chance.

Take heart timreh your astute enough to move forward with what you have learned from this loss. Self knowledge will hold you in good stead when you are ready to consider another relationship.

kind regards to you also

@}-}rebecca----

 

[gingermango]

Rebecca and Fury - thank you for your kind words. I've always appreciated having an audience of interested people here on Lit when I've had questions or concerns and it's nice to see that hasn't changed.

Timreh - I'm sorry to hear of your story. Sadly, I think it's a very common one, especially in a D/s context. As I said before, both Goddess and I were married to very vanilla partners earlier in our lives. Both of spent most of our 20's (all of mine in fact), the time when many people start to really figure out what they want in life, facing the slow realization that our spouses were not going to be able to give us what we wanted on a sexual and emotional level. Fortunately, we both found ourselves divorced and actively seeking a committed relationship with a more compatible partner and even more fortunately, we found one another in the same town. But even though we are very happy with one another, we still have to work on things every single day. As the dominant and as my wife, Goddess has to constantly be aware of my moods and needs, lest she demand too much of me when I am emotionally unable to give it. Likewise, I have to submit when and how she requires without being overbearing and topping from the bottom, and I have to put aside my own desires and urges to satisfy hers because they are more important than mine. And as I said in my initial post, these various needs and desires are always subject to change and evolution. Becoming too comfortable in any relationship can lead to complacency and eventually failure.

You know, it's often hard to figure out what we want in life, and the extent to which we want it, until it's sometimes too late. I think younger (20-somethings) kinky-folk have it easier to figure things out now than those of us in our 30's or older once had it. For 20-somethings, the 'net - with all its possibilities - has been a fixture for them for nearly all their lives. For many of us only a few years older, trapped in the hinterlands away from large cosmopolitan centers, we had to figure out our kinks from Penthouse Forum and magazines of that kind. And to be honest, I'm sure most of us were convinced, deep down inside, that the letters were fake and people like that didn't really exist. Yet now, thanks to the 'net, we are lucky enough to know that kinky people of all stripes do exist and are out there, if we can only connect with one another.

So Timreh - don't lose faith or give up on what you want in a relationship. You CAN find your partner if you're willing to keep looking.

And now, as a minor update - last night when we went to bed, Goddess told me, "If you're thirsty, you better get a drink now. If you have to pee, you better go now." I quickly took care of my needs in the adjoining bathroom and hurried back. "Get on the bed, bitch," she said. I did so, rather anxious about what she intended. Goddess lifted up my satin nightgown and tightly tied my cock and balls, then pulled out the cuffs. She secured my ankles together, then cuffed my wrists to one another around a post in our headboard above my head. She then fastened the satin sleep mask over my eyes and said, "Sweet dreams, bitch!" She kissed me on the cheek, pulled the covers up over us both, and proceeded to watch TV for an hour or so while I was tied up next to her. I must've made some kind of petulant sound because after a moment or two tied up, she smacked me on the cheek moderately hard and said, "Quiet - I'm watching TV. I don't think this show is appropriate for you. Go to sleep." She then left me there to listen in darkness and growing discomfort while she enjoyed her show. Periodically she would run her hands over the satin of the gown, pausing to tug one of my nipple rings or tickle under my shaved armpits, laughing at my discomfort from time to time. After about an hour, she turned the TV and lights off, rolled over and went to sleep.

All night long I slept that way, fitfully squirmng and occasionally rolling over to allow my arms to bend a bit. I would wake a bit and try to find a comfortable position, never knowing what time it was nor how much longer until morning. Fortunately my ankles were merely fastened to each other and not to the footboard or I'd have been stuck on my back and been unable to bend my arms at all. At one point after a period of sleep I awoke to feel Goddess getting out of bed. I heard her pad quietly to the adjoining bathroom, pee and flush, then return to bed. She tickled me under the arms and whispered in my ear, "I sure hope you don't have to pee! Heehee!" then went back to sleep. Of course, I did but I knew that if I asked to be released Goddess would be very disappointed. Furthermore, she might say no! So I merely groaned internally and tried to go back to sleep, which I eventually did. Hours later, I felt Goddess reaching up above my head to release my wrists. "Good little slave," she whispered and went back to sleep. I risked a peek under the sleep mask to see it was about 7:30 a.m. I had slept that way about seven hours or so.

Goddess informed me later in the day that I need to get used to sleeping like that - she intends to have me do so regularly as her mood strikes. Needless to say, as uncomfortable as it was, I loved it - the feeling of being kept, controlled and helpless was simply intoxicating, and I can't wait to experience it again.

 

[timreh]

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[gingermango]

A new update, for anyone interested in the further evolution of our real-life 24/7 relationship. Goddess has recently met a younger guy and has taken a shine to him - he's much younger, very well built, and makes her VERY wet to think about. She intends to make him a boy-toy - someone to torment, tease, smack around a bit, then allow to fuck her silly while I am kept locked up at home in my cock cage like a good, devoted little sub. Of course, this makes me both a bit jealous and incredibly hard

The emotions here are interesting: Goddess and I have been swinging for over a year and a half now and I know there's ultimately not much difference between her fucking another man on the next bed in a motel room and her doing it without me there, yet it feels different - agonzingly, intensely, sexually-arousingly different. But in a VERY good way. Goddess is VERY turned on by the fact that I am so turned on, and that the tinge of jealousy I feel is being channeled and controlled by her so easily and so well. She's already made plans to meet him and I can't help but get excited at the thoughts of her being so wanton and randy without me there, and how excited she will be at my discomfort. I have been pretty deep in "sub space" most of today since she announced she was going to go fuck him later this week. She's already determined that her young stud is bi and is considering the idea, if their first meeting goes well, of bringing me along to service them both some time in the future.

Not to beat a dead horse here, but I am excited beyond belief at the turns our D/s relationship has taken. Of course, we will pause to re-evaluate things after her first "outing." As in all other aspects of our marriage and our life together, everything is subject to revision, renegotiation and change. However, I haven't been this excited, nor felt this totally devoted to her wants and needs in a very long time, perhaps ever. Another point I should probably make is that I would NEVER suggest Goddess's planned night out as a couple's first foray into swinging and swapping partners. That could very well be too much change, too much disruption to the emotional center of the couple, and result in too much jealousy to survive. However, in our case and in the context of our D/s relationship, it feels like the right thing for her to do at the right time.

Anyway, we'll see how it goes.

 

[Pure]

just don't leave your privates tightly tied for too long!

 

[FurryFury]

Wow!

Scary and exciting!

Good luck! (This is something that I think about a good bit so I'm curious how it will go!)

Fury

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

hello Gingermango

Two things I would like to say first , love the name you or your Goddess chose for you here and makes me suspect your living to the north of me everytime I read it.........annnnnnnnnnnnnnd I really like the look of your corset I always think it looks quality.

Now come the part where I get to be the official 'wet blanket'. I just read your last post and there is no way I would second guess your relationship or how you both project it will be enhanced by the 'new arrival'. Nor do I have the impression that either of you lack good judgement.

BUT

One small thought crossed my mind as I was reading. How well do you know this 3rd party ? You may in fact be setting yourselves up for all sorts of negative possibilites .

Blackmail comes to mind as No 1. Your choices to express yourself in a private safe setting are going to take on a new life if this other person is in any way unscrupulous.

Plus with children involved .................blah blah blah...........

I am really looking forward to a post back from you should you chose to assuring that your bases are all covered. Though how anyone would go about doing that I am uncertain.

Please don't see my post as an affront I just had a strong instinct as I read on .

Kind regards and wishing you and yours all the best.

@}-}rebecca----

 

[gingermango]

rebecca -

Thank you for your thoughts. You are correct that these sorts of things are all very important considerations at this point. Without getting into a detailed discussion of "Swinging 101," all I can say is that since we started swinging and swapping partners some time ago, we've learned a few basic things to avoid unpleasantness and certain steps to take to protect our privacy and anonymity. These include anonymous email addresses setup specifically for arranging meetings, use of cash for motel/hotel rooms, periodic cell phone check-ins with trusted friends on a regular schedule, never consenting to photos or videos of activities (at least until you are very well acquainted over time . . . ), never playing at home, unfailing use of condoms in any intimacy, and most important: always using your common sense! if something feels wrong, it is wrong, period. If something seems uncomfortable, it is. If the guy or couple seem unclean, unhealthy or just not right, you leave, plain and simple. One can always back out of any physical intimacy and this should never be forgotten, by anyone involved. In this case, Goddess has already made it clear to the gentleman that he is going to be there for HER pleasure, she will be in charge of any and all activities, and she will be making periodic phone calls to me and a friend, to both titilate us and to verify her own safety. If she misses a scheduled call-in by more than a pre-set window of time, I show up with law enforcement and we break down the door. There are a few other basic safety steps we take as well, but you get the idea.

I don't mean to sweep your concerns away; far from it! Indeed, everything you mention is something very important for people to consider as they stretch the bounds of "normal" in any intimate relationship. In our life together, I've learned to trust my Goddess-Wife's judgment and if she has decided this is something she is going to do, it is incumbent on me to continue to trust her. I will let you know how it goes later this week.

Thank you again for your thoughts. Your post underscores some of the pragmatic issues that arise whenever a couple seeks to add others to their sexual play and these really ought to be considered by anyone who is thinking of doing the same.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

rebecca -

Thank you for your thoughts. You are correct that these sorts of things are all very important considerations at this point. Without getting into a detailed discussion of "Swinging 101," all I can say is that since we started swinging and swapping partners some time ago, we've learned a few basic things to avoid unpleasantness and certain steps to take to protect our privacy and anonymity. These include anonymous email addresses setup specifically for arranging meetings, use of cash for motel/hotel rooms, periodic cell phone check-ins with trusted friends on a regular schedule, never consenting to photos or videos of activities (at least until you are very well acquainted over time . . . ), never playing at home, unfailing use of condoms in any intimacy, and most important: always using your common sense! if something feels wrong, it is wrong, period. If something seems uncomfortable, it is. If the guy or couple seem unclean, unhealthy or just not right, you leave, plain and simple. One can always back out of any physical intimacy and this should never be forgotten, by anyone involved. In this case, Goddess has already made it clear to the gentleman that he is going to be there for HER pleasure, she will be in charge of any and all activities, and she will be making periodic phone calls to me and a friend, to both titilate us and to verify her own safety. If she misses a scheduled call-in by more than a pre-set window of time, I show up with law enforcement and we break down the door. There are a few other basic safety steps we take as well, but you get the idea.

I don't mean to sweep your concerns away; far from it! Indeed, everything you mention is something very important for people to consider as they stretch the bounds of "normal" in any intimate relationship. In our life together, I've learned to trust my Goddess-Wife's judgment and if she has decided this is something she is going to do, it is incumbent on me to continue to trust her. I will let you know how it goes later this week.

Thank you again for your thoughts. Your post underscores some of the pragmatic issues that arise whenever a couple seeks to add others to their sexual play and these really ought to be considered by anyone who is thinking of doing the same.

smiles........ thank you for taking the time to explain all that to me gingermango.

The introduction of a third party falls way out of the realm of my experience. In some ways I am very conservative , though for good reason. It was wonderful to learn from aspects you have presented. Tough enough being 'safe' emotionally , physically and otherwise as we negotitate our own wellbeing in life . The challenge to remain so becomes more pertinent as I see it when introducing others into our private realm.

I was so happy reading your reply post for another reason, that was I had an 'intuition' you would in fact come back with real positives that would present safe guards to your relationship and family. The fact that you also stated 'it is incumbent on me to continue to trust her' wasn't lost on me either..........smiles

kind regards

@}-}rebecca----

 

[gingermango]

Rebecca - thanks for your continued interest and your insights. They are appreciated. As I saw it put recently on another thread, life is really all about managing risk. This is especially true about any kind of "non-mainstream" sexuality.

But anyway . . . . yesterday afternoon The Curve arrived from one of my favorite online toystores (www.sub-shop.com). Goddess took great delight in locking me in last night after we verified the fit and determined which of the five cockrings fit best (the middle one, for what it's worth). Goddess chose to use the zip-tie lock rather than the beautiful brass Master lock provided because I'll be passing through metal detectors at various times while wearing it. She literally giggled with glee as she pulled the tie tightly shut. After a dip in the hot tub with her feet rubbing and pushing my caged cock and balls through my swim suit, she dresed me in my long satin gown and settled down for a bit of fun.

Goddess shoved my large penis gag into my mouth and buckled the heavy leather harness around my head. The front of this particual gag contains a heavy steel ring for mounting her large dildo. She put the dildo though the ring, then had me kneel beside the bed. Goddess then buckled on the thigh straps to our Pussy Collar and buckled the wide leather collar around my neck. At this point, I was strapped to my Goddess between her thighs and totally unable to move further away than about an inch further than the length of the dildo. "Come on, whore, fuck me! Your little cock is worthless right now so until I let you loose, this is the only way you're getting any." She smiled her sexiest evil grin, grabbed the straps that connected her thigh cuffs to my collar and pulled my head closer, making the head of the dildo slide between her lips 7 inches from my eyes.

She pulled the straps and laid back, moaning. It was so sexy to see her body react as the large silicone rubber cock parted her pussy lips and slid inside her. "Fuck me, bitch!" she commanded, and I complied. I started sliding my head forward and back, sucking the penis gag for support, and watched her body climb quickly toward orgasm. In a moment or two she began to gush and I could see her body tense in orgasm. Knowing she wasn't done yet, I slowed the movements of my head, going slower and deeper for a few minutes, pausing to rub my nose across her clit at the bottom of each stroke. Her scent was intoxicating, and the way she spasmed each time I rubbed across her clit was amazing. Finally, she grabbed my head and pulled it forcefully to her body, mashing my nose into her clit and holding it there with the dildo completely buried inside her while her second, more massive orgasm shuddered through her body.

After a few moments of that, she pushe my head away and forced the large fake cock out of her. She pushed the thigh cuffs off her legs then used one foot to push me back away from her. I waited hesitantly on my knees beside the bed with my cock THROBBING inside my new Curve cage as I waited for her to catch her breath. After a minute or two she sat up, cradled my head in her hands, kissed my cheek and told me I was the best little slut in the world, stroked my hair, then began releasing me from the buckles, first releasing the Pussy Collar, then removing the penis gag/dildo harness from my head.

After making me clean the toys (including licking and sucking her juices from the dildo), she had me brush my teeth and made sure my cage was still secure and reasonably comfortable ("No fun for you tonight!"). Goddess then had me put on my sleep mask and put me to bed.

She gave me NO indication this morning about how long I will be wearing my new cage - it might be until tonight, it might be this weekend, it might be next month. The ambiguity and uncertainty is just so sexy and makes me fee so submissive and devoted to her. I have been told in no uncertain terms that I will not remove it until and unless she decides it is appropriate.

Also, I am going to be wearing it while Goddess is out with her boy-toy tonight. She is going to call me at various times during their fun, making sure I know how well he is fucking her, how wet he makes her, and how his cock feels inside her. She also plans to take some pictures with her phone camera to send me during their date. As Goddess's husband and her loving submissive, I am SO hard at the thought of this, so turned on and so deep in sub-space it isn't even funny. I am almost floating in arousal at the thougth of her being entertained by her hot young guy while I am locked up, frustrated at home.

*sigh* Well, I will post more tomorrow, after Goddess's night out, to see if my feelings during and afterwards match my arousal over the last couple of days.

 

[Mastersall]

gingermango

your relating the growth of you as a submissive is excellent.. please keep us
up to date on future developments

 

[gingermango]

Mastersall - thank you for your note. I've been meaning to post since Friday but I've been too busy with too many r/l things to sit down and take the time to do it.

Goddess met with her boy-toy Thursday night for about two hours. The whole time she was gone I was rock-hard in my new Curve chastity cage wondering what she was doing and if she was enjoying herself, etc. She did call me several times at our pre-arranged schedule to let me know she was okay but she was much less forthcoming about what they were doing than she said she was going to be. The mystery made me crazy but after the assurances she was okay, I was in no position to force her to tell me anything.

When she got home, she related that basically he had fucked her silly in many different positions for two hours and she loved it! She had at least a dozen orgasms, maybe more, from his ardent attentions and cannot wait for more. She's decided she is going to enjoy exploring him further, making sure I am well locked-up at all times while she does. Apparently, toward the end of the their play time, he pulled out of her pussy, whipped off the condom and shot all over her face and neck, then leaned down and licked all his cum off of her. She said she was so turned on that she came again while he unloaded on her face.

When she got home she forced me to my knees, lifted her skirt (she wasn't wearing panties) and had me lick her to another orgasm, telling me how hot it was to watch me lick her where another man had been fucking her just 30 minutes before. She then made me lick her face and neck and taste the dried sweat on her skin mixed with tiny bits of dried cum that he had missed licking up himself. I was rock-hard in my cage all night and all day Friday as she relayed little tidbits of what they'd done together, how much she'd enjoyed his tongue and his cock, and how she was looking forward to seeing him again soon.

On Saturday, she told me that one day in a month or so when our kids are all gone away on trips, she intended to invite him to our house and fuck him in our bed while I am tied up and cross-dressed in the living room. Apparently she got him to admit a certain fascination with sexy TVs. She wants to fuck him in the bedroom, making sure I can listen but not watch, then have him come out to the living room and seduce him into sucking me off.

While she was telling me this, she had me dressed in a new black satin nighty and was fucking me from behind, first with her fingers rubbing my prostate and then with her dildo. She then uncaged me, flipped me over and rode me hard until she came twice more, then climbed off before I could cum and told me to go clean up, before locking me back into the cage.

So there is where things stand: I've been caged for nearly five days now, and today is the seventh day since I've been allowed to cum. I have no idea how long I'll be denied orgasm but I do know that Goddess is expecting me to wear the new cage pretty much 24/7 except once a week, when I'll be permitted to remove it to clean it and to shave my cock and balls under supervision, after which I'll be caged again. Periodically I may be allowed to remove it to fuck her but as on Saturday night, even then I may not be allowed to cum.

Thanks to all who have been reading and responding. Your thoughts and questions have been interesting. I will update this thread if and when things develop which may be of interest to fellow Lit-sters.

 

[Mastersall]

excellent report.. perhaps you can address how you feel
as she takes you deeper into submission.

 

[gingermango]

excellent report.. perhaps you can address how you feel
as she takes you deeper into submission.

That's a good question - the short and simple analysis is that I've never felt more in love, more devoted and more submissive in my life. She is in control and both of us like it very, very much!

The longer answer is more complicated. Both of us are very Type-A personalities and tend to be fairly high-strung, especially when worked up. In the past, this has led to periodic personality clashes over very petty things - bascially we are very compatible but sometimes we push each other the wrong way for no good reason. In the last few months, but especially in the last two weeks or so, we have had very few of these silly clashes. When I have found myself feeling a little grumpy or mouthy, a sharp word or a raised eyebrow from Goddess brings me right back down - my petty anger evaporates and I feel focused, devoted and bent to her will again, as I should. Every time I have a hormonal surge and my cock swells a bit the cage bites into it, preventing a full erection and reminding me in a very visceral way who is in charge and who has control - of my heart, of my emotions, of my sexual pleasure. Ironically, it is both strangely calming and very erotically frustrating.

Similarly, now that Goddess has decided to take lovers aside from me and without my participation. my feelings are just as complex. I am terribly, incredibly excited at the manner in which she has begun to seek out her own playmates The night she played without me, watching her pick out clothes, asking me what I thought her new lover would think of this piece of lingerie or that, and watching her put on makeup was so erotic - I was excited beyond belief as well as jealous. The excitement far outweighs the jelousy, but the jelousy is still sharp enough and distinct enough to both flavor and drive forward the feelings of erotic submission. When I asked Goddess why she hadn't carried through on her plan to call me during sex or take photos with her phone-cam, her response was basically that she was too busy having a good time to bother taking the time. THAT was exciting and arousing in its own right, making me want to prove myself through even deeper, more devoted submission.

Now she is being wooed by two or three other potential playmates in addition to the first, both men and women, all of whom know she plays outside of our marriage and all of whom know I have no say in the matter. She intends to continue playing with her boy-toy periodically without me for awhile, and perhaps one or two of the others as well. I am very aroused at the thoughts of being made to observe her play without participating, while her lover or lovers know I am caged and powerless, but we'll see how things progress.

 

[Mastersall]

Again an excellent report... your trip deeper into submission is
well described... using your submission to accept and correct bad
behavior is an excellent way to gain the respect of your Mistress.

 

[gingermango]

Mastersall - thank you for your continued interest and comments.

Last night Goddess informed me that she intended to invite her new boy-toy over to our house Friday night. I am to be cross-dressed, restrained and made to watch while they fuck, however long they decide to go at it. If I am lucky, she may allow me to pleasure myself afterwards. If I am very lucky she will be able to use his fascination with TVs to seduce him into pleasuring me after they are done. She can be pretty persuasive so I have high hopes about that.

I am still jealous at the fact that I will have to watch her taking her pleasure with a younger man while my submission is rubbed in my face so blatantly. But it is just so arousing and so stimulating to imagine! In the meantime I remained locked in my Curve cock cage and denied orgasm. I have been advised that if she cannot convince him to pleasure me tomorrow night, I will remain chaste until further notice so it is in my best interest to be as submissive, as slutty and as seductive as I can be toward him if I want to cum.

 

[Mastersall]

You are learning.. see if you can find your arousal and pleasure from
accepting that another cock younger and firmer will take her... show
her how low you are willing to go... beg to clean the both of them..
let go and find your true soul.. good luck i look forward to hearing your
progress.. this is an excellent series of responses you have given to show
what true submission is about..Bravo !

 

[gingermango]

Minor update - Goddess's new boy-toy had to cancel for tonight. He had an urgent commitment come up that he couldn't get out of and had to reschedule for sometime next week. Goddess is a bit disappointed but I expect she'll take it out on me later.

 

[gingermango]

Bumping up an old thread of mine . . .

In case anyone recalls my long-winded (and narcissistic ) thread from a couple years ago, I thought it might be worthwhile to revisit to see how things have evolved.

First off, it's been over two years. My Goddess/Wife still keeps me in chastity on occasion (like right now, for instance) but it is not a regular occurrence, just something she does when she gets the urge. We also still regularly swing with vanilla partners as a couple, and she (rarely) has taken time to go play with sexy single men from time to time. It's something she enjoys, especially since it helps her enforce my submission to her while resulting in pleasure for herself instead of hard work.

We have made it a big point to always discuss our "rules" with one another and how our sessions make us feel, to avoid building up unpleasant resentment or hostility, and to ensure that our needs are being met as completely as possible. Believe me, this is HARD! It's especially hard if you've got something negative you have to discuss with one another. "Hey that was wonderful, thank you for loving me and giving me what I need" is easy. "You know, I was upset when you did such-and-such and it made me feel very unsexy ..." for instance, is not. But you have to have those talks if you want things to last and grow and evolve with time.

And things have evolved with us somewhat. I have been permanently marked by her (a very sexy tattoo) and we have explored my bisexuality a good deal more. My wife has an occasional "thing" with a sexy younger man we know; they don't meet often, but they meet often enough that she calls him her "boyfriend" - both as a bit of a joke (we are two well-matched and have too much love for each other to ever end our relationship) and, well, because it turns her on to call him that and plays into my submissive personality even more (yes, we do take time to discuss even things like this during "time outs").

Anyway, here's a post I made in another thread (not my own) about our experience with him this past weekend:

Last night, my wife's boyfriend Jeremy came over to see her. He's 6' tall and lean, 29 years old, with a thick, juicy cock that is her absolute favorite in the world. When he texted that he was on the way over, my wife told me to go change into something "frilly" and wait with her on the porch while she sipped a glass of wine.

We had gone out to dinner earlier and she was still dressed to the nines: she was wearing a sexy, pewter-colored satin blouse over a pair of tight, form-fitting black pants. Her makeup was dark and alluring, her radiant red hair was fixed just so and lipstick was a perfect matching shade. She was wearing new sexy black metal hoop earrings and a matching bracelet that she had me buy for her that day, knowing her boyfriend might be over. On her feet were a pair of tiger-print open-toe 3" sandals. Her toenails and a silver toe ring glistened in the porch light as she waited in anticipation.

At about 10:20 p.m. Jeremy drove up. My wife nearly squealed with glee as he walked up the steps; she rose from her seat and into his passionate embrace, her face uplifted and eyes closed as his lips met hers. I could see their tongues darting into and out of each others' mouths and a moan escaped her mouth as he stroked her tight ass and ground into her.

After a moment they broke the embrace and she led him into the house and into the bedroom. I followed quickly, eagerly anticipating what I was going to see and do, but also feeling more submissive with each step.

Once in the bedroom my wife returned to her lover's arms and smiled over at me. "Take off your robe and show my boyfriend what a sissy my husband is." I did so, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I was wearing a simple spaghetti strap satin nightie, plum colored with pretty little yellow flowers and a little satin string tied up under the chest. It came down to mid-thigh, barely covering my satin leopard-print panties. My wife and Jeremy smirked and started making out again while I watched, my cock swelling and bulging beneath the layers of silky material.

As they kissed and groped one another, clothes started coming off - first my wife's blouse was removed, exposing her lovely natural 36D breasts encased in her Victoria's Secret leopard-print bra. Another moment later and her pants were off, exposing the matching panties - yes, she had selected mine to match hers. Jeremy smiled and made appreciative comments, then told to put the sexy sandals back on. My wife did so with a smile, then turned back to him; somewhere along the way he had removed his shirt exposing his firm, muscular young chest and arms; she unfastened his pants for him and slid them off, exposing his already-hard cock. "Look! Jeremy isn't wearing any undies. Look how good this cock tastes!" She took him deeply into her mouth and sucked him into her soft lips, something she rarely if ever does for me. Of course she was tilting her head and looking at me, knowing that she hardly ever does this for me, and knowing she'll do it for Jeremy any time he wants.

After she had gotten her fill of his cock for now, she turned back to me with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I need to make sure my sissy husband stays out of our way for now. Jeremy, could you hand me the tape on the nightstand, baby?" He smiled, reached over and handed her the package of purple PVC bondage tape. As she turned her attention back to me, he reached down and kissed her neck possessively, drawing a deep happy sigh from her. When she opened her eyes, that wicked predatory gleam was stronger than ever. She patted the side of the bed and said, "Down here, sissy. Stretch out and be still."

I obediently laid down on the bed and she began binding me with the tape. First my ankles were wrapped tightly from ankle to mid-calf. She bit the tape to tear it, smoothing down the free end. The pressure of the tape around my legs aroused me even more and I couldn't help but try to stretch and move, but my wife had done her job well - I was completely unable to move my legs or feet.

"Give me your hands, sissy," she commanded. Meekly, I offered up my wrists and she repeated the process. Once more I tried to move in my arousal and once more all I could manage was a wriggle. An involuntary moan of arousal and frustration escaped my open lips and the both smiled at my helplessness. "Too noisy, sissy!" my wife said. She pulled me up to a sitting position and began wrapping my head, making a neat PVC gag from a few more feet of tape. When she was done, they both looked down on me with satisfaction. "Very nice," Jeremy said with a smile, taking my wife back in his arms and kissing her deeply.

My wife sighed and melted back onto the bed beside me, her lover on top of her and between her happily-spread thighs. She kissed him passionately, now only inches from my face, their exploring tongues and lips sensuously backlit by the lamp on the nightstand behind them. My wife's sighs and moans, happy giggles and deep breaths coming at the ministrations of her young lover were so erotic! I found myself straining against my tape wrappings, thrusting my hips fruitlessly in time with their own slow, erotic grindings. They totally ignored me, Jeremy wrapped up in pleasuring his hot MILF, and my wife lost in the pleasure of being the toy of such a sexy young man.

After perhaps ten minutes of making out, Jeremy moved down her body and began eating her out, licking her juicy cunt. She was so turned on that the first orgasm ripped though her within a few seconds. This was followed by at least two more over the next five minutes while he worked his talented tongue over her clit and through her sweet lips. Once during this my wife looked over and grabbed my satin covered shaft, gently murmuring "Poor sissy!" though her head was still arched back and her eyes were closed. Her grip on my poor swollen cock was anything but gentle.

After her third or fourth orgasm, my wife gently pushed her lover's head away from her crotch and said it was time to catch her breath. She got up off the bed and took another big sip of wine, then turned back to Jeremy and said, "I'll be right back; don't go anywhere!" with a wink, and stepped into the bathroom. I knew where she was going to go: to put in a sponge so her lover could fill her pussy with his seed, another privilege she had once reserved for me. Jeremy knew what she was doing too, but he apparently didn't want to waste the opportunity to enjoy teasing me too.

With my wife gone, he reached over to my satin covered body and began stroking my lower abdomen and rubbing gently over my cock. Feeling me pulse under his hand, he gently lifted up my nightie and began stroking over my panties, and then dipping a finger under the waistband. My god, he was treating me like he would while seducing a girl! It was so erotic to be his "gurl" like that; my heart was beating like a drum as he gently lowered my panties, exposing me. "Let me lick that clit, sissy," he said and took my cock into his hand to position it for his incredibly-talented mouth. One fell swoop and I could feel his warm breath on my smooth hairless balls. He sucked me slowly and deeply, his warm mouth and tongue massaging and coaxing dribbles of juice from deep inside me.

Just then my wife returned from the master bathroom and laughed at the scene before her: her sissy-fag "girlfriend"/husband tied up helpless on the bed while her hot boyfriend was in the process of making oral love to me like another woman. "Too bad, sissy! No orgasm for her tonight! She doesn't deserve it; only Jeremy gets to cum tonight." With that, my "clit" slipped out of Jeremy's mouth and her gently tucked me back into my panties, then smoothed the nightie back down and over my bulge. He made a point to caress my swollen "clit" once more as he did so, drawing a deep frustrated sigh from beneath my tape-gag and a couple of satisfied laughs from them both.

My wife then laid back down on the bed and eager spread her legs for her lover. Jeremy slid eagerly up between her thigh - the way her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched up told me the instant he had buried himself in her pussy. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me as he began to fuck her slowly and gently, grinding into her deeply, smiling at her superiority and my arousal/frustration at watching her being so well-fucked by her young lover. After five or ten minutes, and several more small orgasms for her, she wrapped those sexy legs up and dug her heels into his back, urging him to go faster and harder - he began groaning and the sounds of satisfaction from her boyfriend began triggering an even bigger orgasm from her. She started panting and making louder, sexy sounds, "Oh! Oh! OH! Uh, uh, oh, uh, UHhhhhhmmmm!" At that Jeremy groaned loudly and thrust once more, hard and deep, then slowly and more gently a few more times, the waves of his orgasm in time with hers. My wife smiled as she felt her lover's cum fill her up completely.

They kissed and murmured to each other for a moment as they recovered from their orgasms, then she said, "Time for sissy to clean us up!" She reached over and removed my tape gag. As she was unwrapping my mouth, I was about to ask her to untie me too but she didn't give me the chance. As soon as my mouth was free, Jeremy withdrew from her pussy and laid back on the bed, his wet cock glistening in the soft light. My wife then sat up on the bed and thrust one leg over my head, pivoting smoothly to plant her dripping pussy directly on my face. My tongue thrust out and the mixture of his hot, sweet, salty cum and the remains her multiple orgasms dripped into my mouth and down my throat. She had another mini-orgasm as I licked; when she sensed that she was more or less empty she hopped off my face and laid down at the end of the bed, her face near Jeremy's.

They began to talk and cuddle a bit as I rolled over to Jeremy's still slightly-hard cock. I eagerly took that gorgeous rod into my mouth and suckled him clean, licking up little puddles from his muscular belly and niblets of drying cum from his balls and shaft. He obviously enjoyed this; I could feel him begin to firm up again under my tongue (ah to be 29 again!) and I heard him tell my wife, "Your husband is getting to be pretty good at this." She replied, "I think he needs more practice," but then louder, to me: "Did you hear that, sissy? Jeremy says you're a good cocksucker. What do you think of that? Are you a good cocksucking faggot for me?" I could only moan around Jeremy's now-rock-hard shaft, "Mmmm, hmmm", my eyes closed and my own swollen member grinding into the mattress as I sucked. My wrists and ankles were still taped so sucking his cock and having my face fucked was nearly all I could do at this point.

When my wife had recovered fully from the great fuck she had just received, and sensing Jeremy would require more stimulation, she said to him, "We bought a new toy today. It's a new little knobby vibrator, about 5" long. Do you want to try it in your bottom?" He nodded his approval. Since I was closest to the head of the bed at this point, my wife told me to get off his cock and get her the toy and the lube. I raised myself up onto my elbows, his cock escaping my mouth with a sudden POP! I reached my bound wrists over to the toy and then leaned over to give it to her, then repeated the process for the lube. "Here, lube it up for my boyfriend!" she commanded. I moved my hands as far apart as I could, then she squeezed some lube into my palms and began sliding her toy through my hands, fucking my hands with the toy and (of course) frustrating and arousing me even further in the process.

Next Jeremy got onto his hands and knees in front of her and she began working the slippery toy into his ass. Once she had it fully inside him she turned it on. The vibrations brought an immediate groan from his mouth; at that, I could not resist. I wriggled my way up under his belly and took him back into my mouth. He began thrusting into my face in time with the pressure of the toy in his ass. I could feel little slippery globs of pre-cum begin leaking from his cock within minutes. After a few more thrusts into my face, my wife told me to get out of the way, she wanted to fuck her boyfriend again.

I obediently moved out from under him and he rolled over onto his back. She straddled him and slid down onto his cock with a deeply satisfied sigh. They began another slow sensual grind, kissing and cuddling as they fucked at first, then thrusting faster and harder and their orgasms overtook them. The intensity mounted with each thrust, the groans and sighs getting louder with each. Finally they both came again, simultaneous orgasms crashing through them once more. At Jeremy's final thrust, the vibrating toy slid out of his tightly-clenched ass and he sighed with a deep satisfaction. I obediently reached my bound hands over and turned it off, waiting for their bodies to separate once more.

A moment later my wife rolled off her young lover and laid down beside him, another of those incredibly happy, deeply-satisfied smiles on her now-sleepy face. "Clean us up, sissy," she said. I eagerly complied, diving once more into her again-sopping and again-full pussy, licking out his warm, salty-sweet cum. Since she was on her back this time rather than kneeling over my face, I had to lick more forcefully and deeply to get it all. She thought I was trying to make her cum again and said, "Stop it, I don't think I can cum again . . . uh, uh, Oh!" she shuddered deeply, then said, "Hehe, I guess I was wrong." I then moved over and cleaned her lover again, drawing another happy sigh from him too.

And with that, they were done. They relaxed a little longer, then he got dressed and she walked him to the door with a kiss, and then he left. My wife returned to bed and told me I had been a good little sissy fag for them. I asked her to untie me and let me change but she said, "Nope, I like you just like that!" Then she rolled over and went to sleep. I spent a fitful night tied up in my satin nightie next to her, aroused beyond belief and denied my pleasure, unable to roll over very much or move my legs or arms independently.

He IM'd us this morning and thanked us for the great time, promising to be back soon.

Oh, my that was fun! We can't wait. My 40th birthday is coming up Sunday so I've been told to expect something "special" - I don't know how it could get better than that for us both, but she's got something in mind I know.