A blog, written by a couple in a female led marriage, devoted to the idea that women would run the world far better than men have and that a matriarchy can be achieved by using the weaknesses men possess against them.
Well, I have to say, this has been a wonderful week and a half. Slave has been obedient, respectful and almost psychic in his ability to anticipate my needs. For example: I heard my husband come into the study two nights ago. I had been working for over an hour and had my head buried in my laptop. Without even looking up, I said “Hon, would you get me a cup of tea?” From behind, he reached around and set a cup of hot cinnamon tea down in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them a little bit before kissing me on top of the head. The feeling of his strong fingers kneading out the day’s stress was awesome, albeit far too short. As he began to pull away, I reached up and squeezed his hand with mine to let him know how much I appreciate having him in my life. A moment later, I went back to work typing, but before I did, I glanced over to watch him walking away in his comfy sweatpants and t-shirt as he left to finish cleaning up after dinner. It was perfect.
I can imagine what’s going through the minds of many of you reading this: “He was dressed?” and “You asked for tea? Why not order him to get it?” Or maybe: “Why did you call him hon? You should have addressed him as slave boy or bitch!” How about this: “If you were enjoying the massage, why didn’t you order him to keep going?” I’m sure there is other reactions as well, ones wanting this interaction even more sexualized, but this is reality. Life is as life is.
My husband is always my slave and I his owner, but we are more than just this dynamic; so much more. We are employees, citizens, family members, neighbors, parents etc. We don’t always get to be existing the way that makes us comfortable. If it were up to me, all males would be kept caged and collared, public admonishment and disciplining would be acceptable, and women would be in charge of everything, but it’s not, so we make do until our goal of the Matriarchy existing is achieved. When I ask my husband for tea, he knows it’s an order. Why is he dressed? Because we’re parents who are not alone in the house. Why didn’t I make him massage me more? Because we both have life to attend to; me typing and him cleaning. He’s my slave 24/7, but he’s also my best friend. Remember this: just because you own your husband, don’t let the reasons you married him get lost along the way.
That being said, I have to tell you all about my new toy (pictured above)! It is awesome, and I’ll tell you why: It actually works!
For years now, I have been doing one of my favorite things to my husband: pegging. It took a while to get him on board, and that’s a whole story in and of itself, but eventually he grew to love it as much as I do. The problem? Strap-ons suck. I have at least a dozen in bags, locked in a cedar chest (the toy box) in my bedroom, and not one of them quite does what I want. So many issues plagued the simple act of me wanting to penetrate my husband. From cheap harnesses that stretch and keep one from having a controlled phallus, to dildos that would snap off, and go flying cross the room, as soon as I pushed against his tight little anus. I tried one connected to rubber panties once. It required an act of a determined pit crew just to get into, and it split down the side mid-coitus. The ensuing retreat of vulcanized undies slapped me like a broken rubber band; leaving a welt for a week. I even tried ones that had no harnesses where you insert it into you and then suddenly you have a nice big cock pointing out from you at the weirdest of angles. These were the worst, because they all rely on a tight squeeze that essentially pinches the part inside my vagina to the part hanging out in front; essentially crushing an area that includes my clitoris under a grippy pad. Each thrust rams the silicone bracing pad back toward me and it shifts slightly, causing an abrasion the size of half dollar on my most tender of spots. Over the years, I just got in the habit of holding the dildo at the base where it meets the harness and then pump as hard as I can. I really want to use my hands to explore my slave more, but that just doesn’t get to happen. Sometimes, if I’m not in the mood to hold it, I just pull it out of the harness and use it on him by hand. I’ve always viewed my obsession with this as it was important that the dominant person be inside the submissive one, so I made do with what I had.
I made the purchase of this new pegging strap-on about a month ago, but I never got a chance to use it. Between hubby being pissy, and me forgetting I bought it, it just stayed in its packaging. I purchased it from a women’s toy store, not an average sex shop. The women in the store are always amazingly helpful. I went in to pick up some butt plugs to torture my slave with, and a salesperson and I struck up a conversation about pegging our husbands. I confessed about my problems with previously purchased items and she recommended this one. She said she’s been using one for a while and it’s the best she’d ever had. I was hesitant to try, mainly because it cost well over a hundred dollars, but in the end, I decided to try one more toy.
What a recommendation! This thing goes inside me, doesn’t pinch or rub, and then gets held in place with a tight, yet comfortable harness, made of real leather, that doesn’t stretch or get loose during the fun. I tried it on Sunday, and it was amazing! I could pump and pump and never need to use my hand to control anything. I was able to pinch my slave’s nipples, slap his face and play with his tiny little cock all I wanted. It was great! But, like always, once I had what I wanted, I wanted more.
I had him on his back at the edge of the bed, holding his legs up to expose himself for me, and I was thrusting in and out like I was trying to saw wood with my hips, when I decided that I wanted to orgasm too. I reached over and grabbed the vibrator I intended to make hubby blow with (If I touch it to the skin right below the head of his little wee wee, he’ll ejaculate in five seconds; ten if we’re starting with him limp.) I forced it down inside the harness and made it sit right on tool near my clit. Then I turned it on. Oh, did I cum. Over and over and over again. I just kept humping my husband’s ass and each time I went in, the vibrating toy ground even harder against me and I’d pop. After about ten minutes it got to be too much and I had to stop, but it was a glorious ten minutes. I collapsed on top of him and held him tightly, my cock still in his ass. I felt so close to him at that moment. The whole experience seemed so intimate. A few minutes later, after the euphoria had subsided, I used the vibrator to give slave boy his release.
Fast forward to hubby’s next release day (Thursday, February 14th). I got home around two o’clock and found my husband in his usually daytime state: naked, caged and vacuuming. The house will be free of children until after three-thirty, so we had some time to play before having to appear vanilla to the world again. He saw me come in the door and stopped vacuuming immediately. He ran to over to greet me; which he did with a kiss to each of my feet. He stood up and then I kissed him on the lips before ordering him to the bedroom. Once there, he stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for me to unlock his cage, but today was going to be different. I had spent the day thinking about what I really wanted to do.
“Turn around, bend over the bed and expose your ass for me, slave.” I said nonchalantly, as I was removing my clothing. I enjoy making him feel as though I am just using him for my own amusement when I peg him.
“Yes, Mistress.” He responded and started moving into position immediately. Disappointment that I wasn’t going to take of his chastity cage yet was clearly in his voice.
“Is there something wrong, slave?” I asked demandingly; nearly naked as I was hurrying to remove my clothing. I was barely containing my excitement to start having fun. it’s so hard to stay in character when you’re all giddy!
“No, Mistress.” He snapped back, knowing and fearing what my reprisal for a slave being ungrateful is.
“Good.” I said as I removed the last article of clothing I was wearing (my panties) and went over to the cedar chest. I put the key in the lock and turned it one full turn around. The click noise the lock made caused me to feel a wave of pre-orgasmic energy flow through my body. My hubby confessed once that he shudders with excitement every time he hears it, too.
I reached in to the recently unlocked cedar chest and pulled out my new toy. It’s in a big clear plastic tube that opens on either end. I had trouble popping the top off on one end, so I went to the other. Had trouble again, so I went back to the first side I tried. I became frantic for a moment that I wouldn’t get it open! I began twisting and pulling; eventually swearing as I yanked. I was about to throw it across the room when my slave appeared beside me. I handed him the package and he opened it with ease. He handed it back and returned to his position.
Years ago, I would have felt incompetent, the way society teaches women to feel whenever they have trouble with anything, but no longer do I feel this way. My husband didn’t come over as the ‘big strong man’ to ‘help a damsel in distress open the big tough container’. My slave came over to fulfill the role he was ordained by the universe to do: serve. In general, men are stronger, faster and more resilient in physical labor. That’s why they are good at opening jars, lifting heavy objects and cleaning for hours on end. Why anyone ever thought that those skills were a reason for men to be in charge of society is a mystery to me, but we’re working toward fixing that.
As soon as my husband was once again bent over, holding his cheeks back to expose is little pinkish-purple anus, I went to work attaching my new toy to my very excited body. I inserted my end of the toy comfortably inside and then stepped through the leg straps. I pulled it up and tightened the buckles and d-ring pulls. Within seconds I was ready to go. I grabbed the lube, and a hand towel, off the bedside table and moved up behind hubby.
Now this is where this new toy truly shines. When I was in the store speaking to sales assistant, she told me it came in two sizes: the one I bought and one that was larger. Well, my husband has been handling decent sized dildos for years, so I asked for the larger one. Unfortunately, it was out of stock. The saleslady told me a little secret though: she owns both and prefers the smaller one. Now that seemed counter-intuitive, so I had to ask why. She said she uses the big one on her husband, but it requires quite a bit of prep. You need to put on a glove and work in a finger, then two and so on and so forth, so you get slave able to safely accept your phallus. Although she enjoys doing that on occasion, she prefers to get to the action right away. So much so, she named her smaller toy ‘the spear’ due to the way it enters the body so easily. It turns out that its narrower tip that slowly expands to a slightly larger base is perfect for fast entry. She just lubes the toy and goes at it. I found that intriguing.
The other night when I used the toy for the first time on my husband, I didn’t lube him up first, but he had been wearing a butt plug for two hours, so a lubed-up toy went in easily. I just gently inserted in in one slow stroke. Afterward, when I asked hubby how he liked the new strap-on, he complained a bit that it was small in comparison to others we had used. He did say he liked the hands-free aspect. This afternoon would be different, though, because I told him he wasn’t allowed to wear a butt plug today.
So, I was directly behind my darling slave and he was bent over the bed with his ass cheeks pulled back by his hands; exposing his cute, puckered anus. His legs were spread wide to bring his tight little hole down to a level I could aim my ‘cock’ up with and he his tiny penis hung, barely, between his legs, all locked up in a small stainless cage. I squirted a little lube into my hand and slathered the dildo hanging in front of me from top to bottom. I then tossed the lube container on to the bed, wiped my hand off on the towel and tossed that on the floor. I moved a little forward and put the tip of the new toy right on my husband’s waiting orifice. He groaned as he felt the tip rest on his opening and he pushed back a bit to get me to enter, but I adjusted to keep it from happening. I just wanted it to be there, right at the point of entry, but not yet inside. I wanted him to feel anticipation like he’d never felt before. I then began to speak.
“I like you like this.” I said heavily. “It turns me on to see you so vulnerable. Do you like it slave? Do you like knowing I can do whatever I want to you and you have no choice but to accept it?”
“Yes, Mistress. I love being yours to do with as you please.” He said while trying even harder to push back against me to get me inside him. It’s so hard to believe it took so long to get him to try something he’s so addicted to now.
“Oooh. You seem eager. Do you have a need you want filled? An itch needing to be scratch?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please. Do it.”
“Do what, slave?” I pressed the head a little harder on his sphincter. He responded by pushing back hard, but I reacted again; keeping his poor, submissive rectum empty.
“Please, Mistress! Please fuck me!” He begged. He pushed back so far against me that I had to take a step back to keep him from impaling himself on my new toy. Angry that I had to move so much, I instinctively lashed out; leaving a bright red hand print on his right butt cheek. He yelped.
“Do not do that again, slave boy, or you will not get the pleasure of me being inside you today!” I hissed. He immediately resumed his position.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.” He said as he strained to pull his cheeks apart even farther hoping I would enter him soon. I waited a little while before returning to the position I had been in to make sure he had calmed down enough to be obedient. I aimed the head of my toy onto his sphincter again and let it rest there, taunting him.
“Now where was I, before being so rudely interrupted? Oh yes. I believe you were begging me to fuck you in the ass.” I said. “Now, beg some more, slave. Show me how pathetic you are.”
“Please, please, please, Mistress! Please fuck me! I’ll do anything you want! Just, please fuck me!”
“You’ll already do anything I want. You’re my slave. And, that’s not begging; it’s bartering, and you have nothing to barter with. I own everything, including you. So, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mistress!”
“Really?” I said swirling the head of my phallus around his tiny little hole. “How do you want me to fuck you?” There was a pause before he spoke more quietly.
“Up the ass, Mistress.”
“Speak up, slave!” I said giving his ass another red handprint.
“Up the ass, Mistress!”
“Whose ass, slave?” I slapped him again.
“My ass, Mistress!”
“Now put it all together, bitch!” I slapped him again and he winced from the sharp pain. He knew what I wanted him to say, but it was always hard because to say it was humiliating for him.
“Please fuck my ass with your cock, Mistress.”
“Louder!” I said slapping his ass twice; once for each syllable of the word.
“Please fuck my ass with your cock, Mistress!” he yelled. I saw his body begin to turn pink. I’ve always enjoyed the fact that when he’s embarrassed, every bit of exposed skin turns red.
I smiled knowing that I’ve done such a good job training him over the years. Like all men, his greatest obstacles to being a good servant has been his ego, and I have been systematically chipping away at for over a decade. My perseverance has led to the obedient little bitch bent over my bed right now, holding his ass cheeks open in anticipation of me sodomizing him. What kind of self-respecting man would allow their wife to do such a thing? My favorite kind. Now, though, it was time for a bit more reinforcement of his training, with some reassurance that it’s the best thing for him.
“Very good, slave. I am so proud that you know your place. You’ve come a long way from that arrogant little boy I met years ago. I know that admitting that you want your wife to penetrate you is embarrassing, but you must endure it. You are becoming a better person every time you cast away your pride and become further enslaved by me. One day, in the future, you’ll do whatever I say without hesitation, and you’ll be finally be everything I’ve always wanted you to be, but until then, I will have to keep pushing you. You understand, don’t you, slave boy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said meekly.
“Good.” I said reassuringly. I placed my hand gently on his back and caressed him reassuringly. “You are mine.” I said sweetly before pushing forward; burying my cock all the way to the base into my husband’s upturned ass. It wasn’t a violent thrust. It was merely a solid, consistent movement that filled him quickly. As he was impaled, my husband took in a deep, surprised, but sensual breath. His hands let go of his cheeks and swung out to his sides, with his elbows bent. His fingers knotted into the sheets on either side of his head. A groan escaped his lips. As I leaned over his body and rested my hands on the bed on either side of his torso. I let my breasts dangle gently over his upper back; barely touching him.
“Did you like being taken, bitch?” I asked in the meanest sounding voice I could muster.
“Yes, Mistress.” Came out of him has a whimper. I pulled my hips back slowly, causing the toy to pull nearly all the way out of ass. I then let my hips collapse into him again; causing him to yelp in pleasure.
“Do you remember my boyfriend Carl from college? The one I dated my freshman year?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” He replied breathing heavily.
“Remember how I told you he fucked me? How he liked me bent over the bed, just like you are now, and then he’d just unceremoniously ram his little dick into me? Then he’d fuck me with all he had for three minutes until he finished? Do you remember?” I pulled out and this time pushed it in with a hard thrust; causing him to yelp again.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“There’s one thing I never mentioned to you about that.” I spoke with disdain in my voice. “The way he fucked me made me feel so used. I was just a piece of meat to him. He’d take me out to dinner, bring me back to my place, kiss me all over for ten minutes on the couch and then took me to the bedroom where he just fucked me for his pleasure. Right after he was done, all the desire to kiss or snuggle was subsequently gone. He was usually out the door in five minutes. Not once did I ever orgasm from his little dick going in and out of me. He treated me like a slave, and I didn’t like it, but you know what? I think you might.”
I brought myself back up to a standing position with my cock buried in his ass. I grabbed my vibrator of the bed and jammed it down inside the harness. Smiling down at my ‘piece of meat’ I turned the vibrator on to max. The vibrations instantly shot through the double-ended toy, exciting my clit and making my husband groan with pleasure as his prostate was coaxed to a pleasurable state. I laughed heartily from my husband’s reaction.
“Here we go, bitch!” I said before starting in on a harsh and strong, rhythmic pumping. My body slammed into him as I hard as I could muster and then pulled away again; making sure to leave at least the tip of my phallus inside him. I smiled joyfully as my hips slammed into his ass; forcing him forward. A mere fifty back and forth thrusts brought me to my first orgasm. I screamed out and dug my nails into his hips as I pulled him closer to try to ram my cock even farther in as the orgasm came. It was a blissful experience with my whole body shaking. Thirty seconds later it was over, and I started sawing in and out of my husband again. His body was shaking as well, but with the excitement of the moment. He knew I was getting intense pleasure from taking him this way, and he was overjoyed. Later on he confessed that he felt as if he was finally able to provide me with what he knew he could never accomplish with that tiny little dick of his.
Over the next twenty minutes, I came so many times that I was starting to lose strength and control in my hips. I let myself have one more before pulling out the vibrator. I looked down at my husband and I realized at that moment that my husband was at a level of sexual expectation as high as some of our most intense edging sessions. He still laid face down on the bed, with his legs and ass hanging off and my toy buried halfway up his rectum. I pushed it the rest of the way in and collapsed on top of him; doing the one thing I always wanted my boyfriend from college to do: show affection. My breasts gently squeezed into him as I laid my right cheek on his upper back and wrapped my arms around his profile. My hands caressed his shoulders as I let my love pour from me into him. We stayed that was until I was sure I’d fall asleep if I were there much longer. But, before I got up, I told him that I loved him. I wanted him to feel my voice go through him, not just hear it.
I stood up, my dick still inside his bum and smiled down at my slave. I suddenly had a fun little thought so slapped his ass once and pulled my hips back; causing him to be empty as quickly as he had been filled. His body seemed to take on a different posture; almost as if it was longing for a lost limb, and then I spoke.
“Thanks for the good lay, bitch. Clean up this mess and go get dinner started. Do a good job and I may let you cum later.” He shuddered in fear and I smiled. He loved it when I made it seem like he may not get to ejaculate on his release day. Then I undid the harness and pulled the toy from inside me. I let them fall to the floor for him to pick up and wash. I walked straight to the bathroom where I took I nice hot shower to calm down.
Dinner was exceptional. I guess someone really wanted to cum.
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Update on husband’s behavior.
Well, I have to say, this has been a wonderful week and a half. Slave has been obedient, respectful and almost psychic in his ability to anticipate my needs. For example: I heard my husband come into the study two nights ago. I had been working for over an hour and had my head buried in my laptop. Without even looking up, I said “Hon, would you get me a cup of tea?” From behind, he reached around and set a cup of hot cinnamon tea down in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them a little bit before kissing me on top of the head. The feeling of his strong fingers kneading out the day’s stress was awesome, albeit far too short. As he began to pull away, I reached up and squeezed his hand with mine to let him know how much I appreciate having him in my life. A moment later, I went back to work typing, but before I did, I glanced over to watch him walking away in his comfy sweatpants and t-shirt as he left to finish cleaning up after dinner. It was perfect.
I can imagine what’s going through the minds of many of you reading this: “He was dressed?” and “You asked for tea? Why not order him to get it?” Or maybe: “Why did you call him hon? You should have addressed him as slave boy or bitch!” How about this: “If you were enjoying the massage, why didn’t you order him to keep going?” I’m sure there is other reactions as well, ones wanting this interaction even more sexualized, but this is reality. Life is as life is.
My husband is always my slave and I his owner, but we are more than just this dynamic; so much more. We are employees, citizens, family members, neighbors, parents etc. We don’t always get to be existing the way that makes us comfortable. If it were up to me, all males would be kept caged and collared, public admonishment and disciplining would be acceptable, and women would be in charge of everything, but it’s not, so we make do until our goal of the Matriarchy existing is achieved. When I ask my husband for tea, he knows it’s an order. Why is he dressed? Because we’re parents who are not alone in the house. Why didn’t I make him massage me more? Because we both have life to attend to; me typing and him cleaning. He’s my slave 24/7, but he’s also my best friend. Remember this: just because you own your husband, don’t let the reasons you married him get lost along the way.
That being said, I have to tell you all about my new toy (pictured above)! It is awesome, and I’ll tell you why: It actually works!
For years now, I have been doing one of my favorite things to my husband: pegging. It took a while to get him on board, and that’s a whole story in and of itself, but eventually he grew to love it as much as I do. The problem? Strap-ons suck. I have at least a dozen in bags, locked in a cedar chest (the toy box) in my bedroom, and not one of them quite does what I want. So many issues plagued the simple act of me wanting to penetrate my husband. From cheap harnesses that stretch and keep one from having a controlled phallus, to dildos that would snap off, and go flying cross the room, as soon as I pushed against his tight little anus. I tried one connected to rubber panties once. It required an act of a determined pit crew just to get into, and it split down the side mid-coitus. The ensuing retreat of vulcanized undies slapped me like a broken rubber band; leaving a welt for a week. I even tried ones that had no harnesses where you insert it into you and then suddenly you have a nice big cock pointing out from you at the weirdest of angles. These were the worst, because they all rely on a tight squeeze that essentially pinches the part inside my vagina to the part hanging out in front; essentially crushing an area that includes my clitoris under a grippy pad. Each thrust rams the silicone bracing pad back toward me and it shifts slightly, causing an abrasion the size of half dollar on my most tender of spots. Over the years, I just got in the habit of holding the dildo at the base where it meets the harness and then pump as hard as I can. I really want to use my hands to explore my slave more, but that just doesn’t get to happen. Sometimes, if I’m not in the mood to hold it, I just pull it out of the harness and use it on him by hand. I’ve always viewed my obsession with this as it was important that the dominant person be inside the submissive one, so I made do with what I had.
I made the purchase of this new pegging strap-on about a month ago, but I never got a chance to use it. Between hubby being pissy, and me forgetting I bought it, it just stayed in its packaging. I purchased it from a women’s toy store, not an average sex shop. The women in the store are always amazingly helpful. I went in to pick up some butt plugs to torture my slave with, and a salesperson and I struck up a conversation about pegging our husbands. I confessed about my problems with previously purchased items and she recommended this one. She said she’s been using one for a while and it’s the best she’d ever had. I was hesitant to try, mainly because it cost well over a hundred dollars, but in the end, I decided to try one more toy.
What a recommendation! This thing goes inside me, doesn’t pinch or rub, and then gets held in place with a tight, yet comfortable harness, made of real leather, that doesn’t stretch or get loose during the fun. I tried it on Sunday, and it was amazing! I could pump and pump and never need to use my hand to control anything. I was able to pinch my slave’s nipples, slap his face and play with his tiny little cock all I wanted. It was great! But, like always, once I had what I wanted, I wanted more.
I had him on his back at the edge of the bed, holding his legs up to expose himself for me, and I was thrusting in and out like I was trying to saw wood with my hips, when I decided that I wanted to orgasm too. I reached over and grabbed the vibrator I intended to make hubby blow with (If I touch it to the skin right below the head of his little wee wee, he’ll ejaculate in five seconds; ten if we’re starting with him limp.) I forced it down inside the harness and made it sit right on tool near my clit. Then I turned it on. Oh, did I cum. Over and over and over again. I just kept humping my husband’s ass and each time I went in, the vibrating toy ground even harder against me and I’d pop. After about ten minutes it got to be too much and I had to stop, but it was a glorious ten minutes. I collapsed on top of him and held him tightly, my cock still in his ass. I felt so close to him at that moment. The whole experience seemed so intimate. A few minutes later, after the euphoria had subsided, I used the vibrator to give slave boy his release.
Fast forward to hubby’s next release day (Thursday, February 14th). I got home around two o’clock and found my husband in his usually daytime state: naked, caged and vacuuming. The house will be free of children until after three-thirty, so we had some time to play before having to appear vanilla to the world again. He saw me come in the door and stopped vacuuming immediately. He ran to over to greet me; which he did with a kiss to each of my feet. He stood up and then I kissed him on the lips before ordering him to the bedroom. Once there, he stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for me to unlock his cage, but today was going to be different. I had spent the day thinking about what I really wanted to do.
“Turn around, bend over the bed and expose your ass for me, slave.” I said nonchalantly, as I was removing my clothing. I enjoy making him feel as though I am just using him for my own amusement when I peg him.
“Yes, Mistress.” He responded and started moving into position immediately. Disappointment that I wasn’t going to take of his chastity cage yet was clearly in his voice.
“Is there something wrong, slave?” I asked demandingly; nearly naked as I was hurrying to remove my clothing. I was barely containing my excitement to start having fun. it’s so hard to stay in character when you’re all giddy!
“No, Mistress.” He snapped back, knowing and fearing what my reprisal for a slave being ungrateful is.
“Good.” I said as I removed the last article of clothing I was wearing (my panties) and went over to the cedar chest. I put the key in the lock and turned it one full turn around. The click noise the lock made caused me to feel a wave of pre-orgasmic energy flow through my body. My hubby confessed once that he shudders with excitement every time he hears it, too.
I reached in to the recently unlocked cedar chest and pulled out my new toy. It’s in a big clear plastic tube that opens on either end. I had trouble popping the top off on one end, so I went to the other. Had trouble again, so I went back to the first side I tried. I became frantic for a moment that I wouldn’t get it open! I began twisting and pulling; eventually swearing as I yanked. I was about to throw it across the room when my slave appeared beside me. I handed him the package and he opened it with ease. He handed it back and returned to his position.
Years ago, I would have felt incompetent, the way society teaches women to feel whenever they have trouble with anything, but no longer do I feel this way. My husband didn’t come over as the ‘big strong man’ to ‘help a damsel in distress open the big tough container’. My slave came over to fulfill the role he was ordained by the universe to do: serve. In general, men are stronger, faster and more resilient in physical labor. That’s why they are good at opening jars, lifting heavy objects and cleaning for hours on end. Why anyone ever thought that those skills were a reason for men to be in charge of society is a mystery to me, but we’re working toward fixing that.
As soon as my husband was once again bent over, holding his cheeks back to expose is little pinkish-purple anus, I went to work attaching my new toy to my very excited body. I inserted my end of the toy comfortably inside and then stepped through the leg straps. I pulled it up and tightened the buckles and d-ring pulls. Within seconds I was ready to go. I grabbed the lube, and a hand towel, off the bedside table and moved up behind hubby.
Now this is where this new toy truly shines. When I was in the store speaking to sales assistant, she told me it came in two sizes: the one I bought and one that was larger. Well, my husband has been handling decent sized dildos for years, so I asked for the larger one. Unfortunately, it was out of stock. The saleslady told me a little secret though: she owns both and prefers the smaller one. Now that seemed counter-intuitive, so I had to ask why. She said she uses the big one on her husband, but it requires quite a bit of prep. You need to put on a glove and work in a finger, then two and so on and so forth, so you get slave able to safely accept your phallus. Although she enjoys doing that on occasion, she prefers to get to the action right away. So much so, she named her smaller toy ‘the spear’ due to the way it enters the body so easily. It turns out that its narrower tip that slowly expands to a slightly larger base is perfect for fast entry. She just lubes the toy and goes at it. I found that intriguing.
The other night when I used the toy for the first time on my husband, I didn’t lube him up first, but he had been wearing a butt plug for two hours, so a lubed-up toy went in easily. I just gently inserted in in one slow stroke. Afterward, when I asked hubby how he liked the new strap-on, he complained a bit that it was small in comparison to others we had used. He did say he liked the hands-free aspect. This afternoon would be different, though, because I told him he wasn’t allowed to wear a butt plug today.
So, I was directly behind my darling slave and he was bent over the bed with his ass cheeks pulled back by his hands; exposing his cute, puckered anus. His legs were spread wide to bring his tight little hole down to a level I could aim my ‘cock’ up with and he his tiny penis hung, barely, between his legs, all locked up in a small stainless cage. I squirted a little lube into my hand and slathered the dildo hanging in front of me from top to bottom. I then tossed the lube container on to the bed, wiped my hand off on the towel and tossed that on the floor. I moved a little forward and put the tip of the new toy right on my husband’s waiting orifice. He groaned as he felt the tip rest on his opening and he pushed back a bit to get me to enter, but I adjusted to keep it from happening. I just wanted it to be there, right at the point of entry, but not yet inside. I wanted him to feel anticipation like he’d never felt before. I then began to speak.
“I like you like this.” I said heavily. “It turns me on to see you so vulnerable. Do you like it slave? Do you like knowing I can do whatever I want to you and you have no choice but to accept it?”
“Yes, Mistress. I love being yours to do with as you please.” He said while trying even harder to push back against me to get me inside him. It’s so hard to believe it took so long to get him to try something he’s so addicted to now.
“Oooh. You seem eager. Do you have a need you want filled? An itch needing to be scratch?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please. Do it.”
“Do what, slave?” I pressed the head a little harder on his sphincter. He responded by pushing back hard, but I reacted again; keeping his poor, submissive rectum empty.
“Please, Mistress! Please fuck me!” He begged. He pushed back so far against me that I had to take a step back to keep him from impaling himself on my new toy. Angry that I had to move so much, I instinctively lashed out; leaving a bright red hand print on his right butt cheek. He yelped.
“Do not do that again, slave boy, or you will not get the pleasure of me being inside you today!” I hissed. He immediately resumed his position.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.” He said as he strained to pull his cheeks apart even farther hoping I would enter him soon. I waited a little while before returning to the position I had been in to make sure he had calmed down enough to be obedient. I aimed the head of my toy onto his sphincter again and let it rest there, taunting him.
“Now where was I, before being so rudely interrupted? Oh yes. I believe you were begging me to fuck you in the ass.” I said. “Now, beg some more, slave. Show me how pathetic you are.”
“Please, please, please, Mistress! Please fuck me! I’ll do anything you want! Just, please fuck me!”
“You’ll already do anything I want. You’re my slave. And, that’s not begging; it’s bartering, and you have nothing to barter with. I own everything, including you. So, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mistress!”
“Really?” I said swirling the head of my phallus around his tiny little hole. “How do you want me to fuck you?” There was a pause before he spoke more quietly.
“Up the ass, Mistress.”
“Speak up, slave!” I said giving his ass another red handprint.
“Up the ass, Mistress!”
“Whose ass, slave?” I slapped him again.
“My ass, Mistress!”
“Now put it all together, bitch!” I slapped him again and he winced from the sharp pain. He knew what I wanted him to say, but it was always hard because to say it was humiliating for him.
“Please fuck my ass with your cock, Mistress.”
“Louder!” I said slapping his ass twice; once for each syllable of the word.
“Please fuck my ass with your cock, Mistress!” he yelled. I saw his body begin to turn pink. I’ve always enjoyed the fact that when he’s embarrassed, every bit of exposed skin turns red.
I smiled knowing that I’ve done such a good job training him over the years. Like all men, his greatest obstacles to being a good servant has been his ego, and I have been systematically chipping away at for over a decade. My perseverance has led to the obedient little bitch bent over my bed right now, holding his ass cheeks open in anticipation of me sodomizing him. What kind of self-respecting man would allow their wife to do such a thing? My favorite kind. Now, though, it was time for a bit more reinforcement of his training, with some reassurance that it’s the best thing for him.
“Very good, slave. I am so proud that you know your place. You’ve come a long way from that arrogant little boy I met years ago. I know that admitting that you want your wife to penetrate you is embarrassing, but you must endure it. You are becoming a better person every time you cast away your pride and become further enslaved by me. One day, in the future, you’ll do whatever I say without hesitation, and you’ll be finally be everything I’ve always wanted you to be, but until then, I will have to keep pushing you. You understand, don’t you, slave boy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said meekly.
“Good.” I said reassuringly. I placed my hand gently on his back and caressed him reassuringly. “You are mine.” I said sweetly before pushing forward; burying my cock all the way to the base into my husband’s upturned ass. It wasn’t a violent thrust. It was merely a solid, consistent movement that filled him quickly. As he was impaled, my husband took in a deep, surprised, but sensual breath. His hands let go of his cheeks and swung out to his sides, with his elbows bent. His fingers knotted into the sheets on either side of his head. A groan escaped his lips. As I leaned over his body and rested my hands on the bed on either side of his torso. I let my breasts dangle gently over his upper back; barely touching him.
“Did you like being taken, bitch?” I asked in the meanest sounding voice I could muster.
“Yes, Mistress.” Came out of him has a whimper. I pulled my hips back slowly, causing the toy to pull nearly all the way out of ass. I then let my hips collapse into him again; causing him to yelp in pleasure.
“Do you remember my boyfriend Carl from college? The one I dated my freshman year?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” He replied breathing heavily.
“Remember how I told you he fucked me? How he liked me bent over the bed, just like you are now, and then he’d just unceremoniously ram his little dick into me? Then he’d fuck me with all he had for three minutes until he finished? Do you remember?” I pulled out and this time pushed it in with a hard thrust; causing him to yelp again.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“There’s one thing I never mentioned to you about that.” I spoke with disdain in my voice. “The way he fucked me made me feel so used. I was just a piece of meat to him. He’d take me out to dinner, bring me back to my place, kiss me all over for ten minutes on the couch and then took me to the bedroom where he just fucked me for his pleasure. Right after he was done, all the desire to kiss or snuggle was subsequently gone. He was usually out the door in five minutes. Not once did I ever orgasm from his little dick going in and out of me. He treated me like a slave, and I didn’t like it, but you know what? I think you might.”
I brought myself back up to a standing position with my cock buried in his ass. I grabbed my vibrator of the bed and jammed it down inside the harness. Smiling down at my ‘piece of meat’ I turned the vibrator on to max. The vibrations instantly shot through the double-ended toy, exciting my clit and making my husband groan with pleasure as his prostate was coaxed to a pleasurable state. I laughed heartily from my husband’s reaction.
“Here we go, bitch!” I said before starting in on a harsh and strong, rhythmic pumping. My body slammed into him as I hard as I could muster and then pulled away again; making sure to leave at least the tip of my phallus inside him. I smiled joyfully as my hips slammed into his ass; forcing him forward. A mere fifty back and forth thrusts brought me to my first orgasm. I screamed out and dug my nails into his hips as I pulled him closer to try to ram my cock even farther in as the orgasm came. It was a blissful experience with my whole body shaking. Thirty seconds later it was over, and I started sawing in and out of my husband again. His body was shaking as well, but with the excitement of the moment. He knew I was getting intense pleasure from taking him this way, and he was overjoyed. Later on he confessed that he felt as if he was finally able to provide me with what he knew he could never accomplish with that tiny little dick of his.
Over the next twenty minutes, I came so many times that I was starting to lose strength and control in my hips. I let myself have one more before pulling out the vibrator. I looked down at my husband and I realized at that moment that my husband was at a level of sexual expectation as high as some of our most intense edging sessions. He still laid face down on the bed, with his legs and ass hanging off and my toy buried halfway up his rectum. I pushed it the rest of the way in and collapsed on top of him; doing the one thing I always wanted my boyfriend from college to do: show affection. My breasts gently squeezed into him as I laid my right cheek on his upper back and wrapped my arms around his profile. My hands caressed his shoulders as I let my love pour from me into him. We stayed that was until I was sure I’d fall asleep if I were there much longer. But, before I got up, I told him that I loved him. I wanted him to feel my voice go through him, not just hear it.
I stood up, my dick still inside his bum and smiled down at my slave. I suddenly had a fun little thought so slapped his ass once and pulled my hips back; causing him to be empty as quickly as he had been filled. His body seemed to take on a different posture; almost as if it was longing for a lost limb, and then I spoke.
“Thanks for the good lay, bitch. Clean up this mess and go get dinner started. Do a good job and I may let you cum later.” He shuddered in fear and I smiled. He loved it when I made it seem like he may not get to ejaculate on his release day. Then I undid the harness and pulled the toy from inside me. I let them fall to the floor for him to pick up and wash. I walked straight to the bathroom where I took I nice hot shower to calm down.
Dinner was exceptional. I guess someone really wanted to cum.