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The first two categories are all ideas or fantasies you can try out without a third party involved. Tease him while doing so: Remark what a shame it would be if no other men were to enjoy the look of it on you that night.
Ask him if he agrees, and whether or not he encourages you to flirt openly with other men while out with the girlfriends. Start off immediately with solid strokes that are felt. Light strokes are not taken seriously at all. Do not be afraid to end it with 3 or 4 extremely hard strokes. He needs to feel clear and unmistakable pain at your hands. Then soothe him by gently rubbing his ass while he repeats what parts of his behavior he intends to improve upon the following month.
Forbid the use of any towels or cleaning tissues… This will train him to remain submissive, even after he cums, reminding him that you call the shots, even after his orgasm, which goes against his natural male instincts.
This must become a routine. Order him to cum within ten minutes. Whether he fails or succeeds, have him follow it up by giving you oral sex. Once made, have him give it a long, intricate blowjob. Then fuck his ass with it before fucking his ass with your biggest dildo. Towards the end of the second week make a point of walking around the house naked or in sexy lingerie before you go out to work or for a night out with your girlfriends but deny hubby any sexual favors.
Use this opportunity to receive oral sex, or a foot or back massage. Organize a night out with your girlfriends. When you come home later that evening, suggestively give hubby the ripped open condom wrapping. When he looks up at you in shock, and asks about it, tease him with it, letting him know you let another man have sex with you that night. Is that what you want?
How badly do you want other men to see me as available? Let them rub you up, buy you drinks and come on to you. Agree with hubby up front how far you can go with these men Kiss on the lips, French kissing, a hand-job, a blowjob… all while hubby watches from a distance. Place hubby in permanent chastity for a full month, uncaged once a day to be teased briefly before taking a shower.
If however he fails to set you up with a Bull for whatever reason the game is automatically prolonged by another month. After some intimate foreplay with french kissing, and caressing, beg your Bull out loud to fuck you.
The more desperate you appear to look, the more it will drive hubby mad…. After some time, take a break from fucking your bull. Say hi to your hubby, walk over to him and give him a french kiss. Then, grin at him mischievously, go back to the bedroom, close the door and lock it. Perhaps put on a porn movie to set the tone a bit. While socializing, or watching the movie sit next to your Bull, kissing, teasing, stroking, unbuttoning and treating him like a new boyfriend while hubby watches.
Demand him to say it out loud. While waiting for the main meal, take your Bull out to the car or restaurant bathroom area for a quick sex session fucking or blowjob then return to the table in time to enjoy your meal together.
Make a point of kissing hubby on the lips when you return in order to confuse all the waiters and other guests. Then have your Bull pull out and cum over both rings. For the more advanced hot wives, at some point, make your husband drive you and your Bull to a motel while you and your Bull both make out a bit in the back seat. Once going off to bed with hubby, arrange with your Bull that at 4am, he is permitted to slip into your marital bed awakening both you and hubby , then crawl between your legs and fuck you right beside hubby.
For the more advanced hot wives, have hubby sleep in the guest room and spend the evening in the marital bed with your Bull.
When doing this, go visit hubby once an hour in the guest room, so that he can touch, taste and smell the sex on your body. On your last visit, request that hubby wake you and your Bull up with breakfast ready for the both of you. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull take the key back home with him and hold onto it until the next time he comes over.
Keep the kissing going until your Bull cums inside of you. For maximum effect, when you hear your Bull is cumming, moan out loud along with him while still trying to kiss hubby. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull cum in your pussy, or on your chest if you use condoms, and have hubby lick everything clean. Then have your Bull fuck hubby up the ass. For the more advanced hot wives, keep hubby in chastity for one week prior to meeting up with your Bull.
Remove the chastity cage when the time comes for your Bull to fuck hubby up the ass. If hubby ejaculates before your Bull is done, that would be great, as he has to endure the humiliation of having your Bull continue to fuck him after he cums.
Do not release him from chastity until the next time he puts his ass up for your Bull. Tease him by threatening to show his closest friends and family all the footage if he ever steps out of line. This will ensure hubby is constantly reminded of his role as your cuckold, as well as attracting attention from any black Bulls you happen to come across…. How to build a lasting and successful female led relationship with a submissive man Price: A Femdom Story Price: This is my first time visiting your site and I am really enjoying reading.
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Works best with a friend he has a crush on. Teach him to do his makeup every time you do,. Make him wear all of the clothes you wore for your dates with other men,. Complete with cum stains or heavy perfume, torn stockings, high heels, etc. Tell him he looks slutty. Go to the mall, forget your purse in the car. Send him to get it but then hide or go back to the car so he has to walk all over,. Keep telling him people are watching him.
Have him watch as you let men look down your top or up your skirt. If he tries to look though, scold him. A pretty good list of cuckolding ideas except the one where you suggest your Husband give your lover a blow job. That is a joke right or does that really play into a cuckolding fantasy. I mean the idea of the husband seeing or knowing his wife is with another man is the fantasy not the husband doing a homosexual act what wife wants to see that.
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I learned how to accessorize my outfits by wearing necklaces, bracelets and earrings for my pierced ears. I wash with feminine washes and soaps, and use feminine deodorants and body sprays and finally perfume. I do all the housework, cooking, cleaning, laundry plus run errands like grocery shopping, to the cleaners and the post office.
Five years ago she added cuckolding to our marriage, she is allowed to date as she pleases and who she pleases. I have watched her on many occasions and I have been introduce to creampies and then finally having me learn to pleasure her friends male and female alike. Very sexy and enjoyable scenarios.
I am looking into the process of becoming the dominatrix I was born to be. I have always had extreme sexual power and prowess, and have no shame and hang ups about sex.
But when I had gotten my wife off, I asked her if she thought I deserved to have an orgasm this time. I told her that I was ashamed of my performance that last time, and would agree to whatever she thought I deserved.
As if I were reading her mind, she immediately stated that she agreed with me, and that I needed to be back on the three week chastity schedule.
A sense of relief washed over me. Nothing had felt completely right between us for months. All I know is that being kept on a schedule or at least being denied during most of our sexual encounters was a familiarity that I missed in our lives.
It was a very sweet moment as well, but I'm not going to deny that being told I wasn't allowed to come gave me an erection much stronger than any I've had in these past trying months.
It has been about a month since then and, even though I've always known through years of experience about the benefits of chastity, I'm surprised at how much better things feel between us. And also that this is less a kinky feeling and more of a life changer. I'm not caged but rather on the honor system. The devices seemed to have had an effect on my erections during long term wear as well as my sensitivity.
Since my wife wants regular intercourse with me now, I am learning to have stamina in a denied state rather than my past problem of keeping a submissive demeanor while being drained. But I assure you this is a much better challenge to take on. The devices are used only for punishment now. She has me wearing panties again, and we even use cuckold talk in the bedroom. We are still not back to the point of going through with it again and perhaps never will be.
But I wouldn't freak out, and would even find it a turn on, if she wanted to. I feel like this blog has actually reached a happy ending of sorts. As you can see, I haven't been much for blogging this year. I do hope to experience some great things that would warrant an update, but who knows? I'll always be around one way or another, whether it's reading my favorite blogs or just having something flood my horny mind and compel me to write.
So I guess I'll see you then! Posted by junior at 9: Thursday, September 24, New Beginnings. Where have I been?
Funny you should ask. That is, if I haven't completely killed off the rest of my readership. Well, there were some changes. And by the way, that previous post? No, my wife didn't become a Queen of Spades. Looking back from my perspective now, that post seems quite ridiculous.
Anyway, things transpired in my life and my marriage and not in the best way. I guess I'll just get to it. Without going into too much unnecessary detail, I will say that I started hanging around a group that became my friends. My wife didn't hang around me when I was with this group of friends, and they indirectly influenced me to get away from my male submissive tendencies and my interest in cuckoldry. Basically, they made me want to be the most alpha male I am capable of being.
There was a lot of partying and drinking, and all of that nonsense, and I became like a different person. The unintended consequence was that I was slowly drifting away from my wife in respect to the rock solid relationship we would always pride ourselves on having.
This feeling of losing touch with one another escalated to a point where some calls and texts had been made between my wife and her fuck buddy behind my back.
When confronted fully with the situation, she admitted that she had been lying to me, but it was only because she was trying to end things between them. She didn't want to tell me about it because she didn't want to disappoint me. She wanted to be my biggest fantasy and just didn't know if she could do it anymore. I knew she wasn't into the cuckolding thing as much as I was.
But it turns out, she was doing it more for my sake than I had ever imagined. Even though I suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt for having taken things so far, there was still the issue of her lying to me about communicating with him.
Before we had the long talk that assured me of everything being ok, I was overcome with an angst that I can't even describe. And even after we smoothed everything out, I still had a slight amount of worry that if she lied to me before, she can lie to me again. I ultimately decided to let the negative feelings go because my wife has earned my faith in her in all of our years of marriage.
This little slip up was not going to ruin everything. I assured her that my stupid kink was nothing compared to having her for a wife. I only wanted to fulfill her fantasies from here on out. Our next obstacle to overcome was the fact that neither of us wanted to go forward with any cuckolding type of bedroom roleplay for the foreseeable future. I would say that I was actually more against cuckolding than she was at that point in time due to the earthquake that rocked our foundation of trust so hard.
So I was to become what she admitted she wanted all along: And I was ready to be that for her too. I did everything I could to reverse the premature ejaculation issues I had developed from years of chastity and denial.
And I gained a good portion of my stamina back. I am older than I was when we began the "change". So admittedly, I can't get back to my prime years of performance. But it's not going to keep me from trying. There was still an underlying issue that needed to be resolved. The fact that I was still acting like the most manly of men outside of our sex life. Keep in mind that the reason I married my wife and enjoyed our Femdom games was because she is so head strong and a type A personality.
This didn't sit well when I would ask her why she was out with the girls so late or why she wasn't getting my domestic service like she used to. We had another talk, and I realized that I needed to make even more changes. I didn't really like the person I had become and wanted to be submissive to my wife again. I was getting tired of my new group of friends and realized that their primitive behavior was influencing me to be the same. I stopped hanging around with them and focused on making myself feel good inside.
This is still a work in progress to be sure. Chastity isn't a thing we practice anymore because I am to have as much stamina as possible for my wife. This makes getting into the submissive mindset of wearing panties and being her massage boy much more difficult than it used to be.
But I will adjust and this will be a new era for us. I will be my wife's love slave rather than her pathetic hubby with a useless penis. I'm sure kinky role play will resurface in other ways. Heck, even chastity to some extent once I learn to control my stamina with the added motivation.
It looks to be an interesting future for us. Posted by junior at 1: Friday, December 19, The Interracial Phenomenon: My wife and I take a break from all things kink, Femdom, and more importantly, chastity. More time is spent on the healthy things in life like friends, family, and hobbies, but vanilla sex in less intervals takes over the bedroom dynamic.
I regularly masturbate and keep myself sexually satisfied and am never really horny. If I wait too long before masturbating again, which is usually over 24 hours, I start to get slightly horny and a kinky thought might creep into my mind.
I relieve the tension and masturbate the thoughts away. But my sex life becomes boring and my wife doesn't show much sexual excitement either. Something must be done. So she cuts me off to punish me for my lack of attention to her. At that point I was begging for some excitement anyway, so I quickly comply. The mere idea of being cut off makes me horny already. The possibilities and ideas seem endless as orgasm denial builds up my libido.
My wife starts to look sexier than before. The thought of fucking her excites me more than it had recently, but the thought of another man fucking the woman I took for granted puts me on an unexplainable level of arousal. As the denial builds, the feeling becomes nearly frantic. The sex between us, albeit without traditional intercourse, becomes creative and mind-blowing. Sometimes I am actually cuckolded which adds even more fun. I beg to fuck my wife and come inside of her, and being denied my request drives me insane.
I do get the opportunity to release enough to keep my libido healthy, but I am never given enough sexual satisfaction to cause a drop off in my overactive sex drive. This is what we both would consider the pinnacle of our sexual dynamic. Over time, the strain of being denied a thorough sexual release becomes too much. I need something to curb my sexual appetite, so I turn to porn and flood my brain with images and videos of the things that turn me on most.
Any type of porn will do, but those with themes of cuckolding, foot worship, or interracial sex drive me into a frenzy. Although the kinky sex between my wife and I is still hot, it doesn't satisfy the cravings. The constant stimulus of porn becomes commonplace, and not so intense to watch. But I keep a continuous flow of it like oxygen. I suppose I shared her opinion of my sexuality, and also didn't think of myself as a real man. It was for certain that I couldn't measure up to my nephew when it came to sexual equipment or lovemaking.
I guess it was a case of her opinion being more accurate than not. The box was quickly unwrapped, and then opened. What I saw exposed there was both exciting and mystifying.
The first thing that caught my eye was a foil-wrapped condom, and that was all the evidence I needed to believe that I truly would be allowed to fuck my wife that night. My hands shook as I removed the thing from the box, and I stood there in silence for several seconds, wondering if I was expected to put it on my raging hardon, or if I should wait for instructions from her.
She solved the dilemma for me by saying, "Put it on the nightstand, honey. You won't need it for a few minutes. Look at what else we got you for your birthday. It appeared to be an oversized pair of pliers, but each jaw had two metal prongs attached to its tip.
I couldn't fathom what use I would have for such a thing, since I had never been the handyman type. Finally I moved my eyes away from it, and looked at Carol with my unspoken question. She said, "I'm sure you don't know what it's for, do you? The real name is 'elastrator,' although he says most people just call it a bander. It's used to castrate the animals people bring in. I'm sure the expression on my face was laughable, but Carol didn't respond to it, continuing in a very serious tone, "I've told you several times that I wish there were some way to make it so you wouldn't feel so much frustration that you can't fuck me anymore.
Well, this is it. Mark says if you're castrated, as soon as all the hormones leave your body, you'll be much more accepting of your situation. It's what you need. Please say you'll let me do that to you. We both want it to happen, I know. I've thought of doing that to you ever since Mark told me about it, and just the idea is enough to make me hot enough to cum when I squeeze my legs together.
Please let me do it to you. If you do, I'll let you fuck me one last time. Mark and I want to have a baby, and he says that you can't continue to live with us if you're still able to get me pregnant. I know you'd never fuck me without his permission, but he says he won't take that chance, and that either you or your balls have to leave. Please, honey, let me castrate you so you can stay.
As she rubbed and caressed it, my mind seemed to clear more with every fraction of an inch it regained. By the time it was fully erect once more, I had already arrived at my decision, and when she looked up to me and whispered, "Will you let me castrate you? I knew you'd say yes.
It just makes me love you all the more. Not a word was said by anybody in the room as she worked the thing farther and farther from my body, until she was at last satisfied it was stretched as far as possible. She then took the elastrator from me, saying, "There's a band in the box. Put it on the posts for me. It looked for all the world like a very heavy rubber band, light green in color.
With leaden hands, I placed the thing over the four metal posts on the tool she was holding out to me. She squeezed the handles, which stretched the band until there was an opening in it of almost three inches. Nothing was said as she lowered the tool to my crotch, then guided my balls through the rubber ring. She said, without looking away from that oh-so-fascinating sight, "Mark, is that the right position?
Is that where the band should go? I really shouldn't do anything to help you do this, you know. I could lose my license just by being here.
All he'd have to do is say I helped you castrate him, and then I'd be out of a job. I knew what she wanted to hear, and said softly, "I'll say that I did it to myself. I'll say I stole the thing from Mark, and castrated myself. I leaned forward a slight amount, watching the fascinating sight of my stretched sac and balls hanging through the band of rubber. Carol didn't hesitate any longer, and began to slowly release the tension on the handles.
As the jaws closed, the band shrank in size, growing ever closer to my scrotum, and the vital cords imprisoned within. Very slowly the band shrank, until finally the metal posts contacted my flesh, and the ring loosely enclosed my sac and cords. Taking a large breath to steady herself, Carol used her other hand to carefully push the band up and off the posts, and as it cleared those constraints, it shrank to its former size.
The squeezing I felt was painful, and produced a strong feeling of discomfort. As she removed the pliers, I had an unobstructed view of my imprisoned balls, and saw they had ceased their constant writhing, and were at last at peace.
My brain wouldn't allow me to have a similar peace, but seemed to have suddenly reverted to the state of arousal it'd been in before my wife said she wanted to castrate me. Somehow, the pain I was feeling in my crotch was translated to arousal, as strange as it may seem. As I've said before, I'm a fucked-up guy.
I don't deny it. Once again, my only purpose and focus was to allow my cock to spurt forth its semen, and I prayed that she would fulfill her promise to let me fuck her, even if it was for the last time ever in my life. She reached out to the condom and unwrapped it, then began to roll it down my shaft.
She said, "Mark says it'll take several days for you to be sterile, so you'll have to wear this. Just think, if you'd have worn one of these when we were dating, you wouldn't be in this fix now. Deep within my heart of hearts, I knew this "fix," as she called it, was exactly where I wanted to be.
What she had done by cuckolding me, and everything since, had been nothing less than the answer to my most fervent prayers. Even though it had cost me my balls, I knew it was worth it. Carol then told me to get on the floor on my back, saying that Mark wouldn't allow me to fuck his wife in their bed.
I was beyond caring about anything other than cumming by that time, and didn't react in the least way. Instead, I dropped to the floor and got on my back just as quickly as I could. She got off the bed, straddled my crotch, and lowered herself while guiding my little cock inside her pussy. As soon as she had settled all the way to my abdomen, she said, "My God!
I can't feel you at all. You can't possibly be that tiny, can you? Are you sure it's in? I can't believe it. I used to think your penis was just fine. Now I can't feel it at all. My God, how could I have put up with that all those years? Now I love you more than ever for sending me to a real man. I had to agree that the stimulation I was receiving from fucking her was much less than I remembered, although I could certainly feel it, even through the sheath she'd put on me.
I'm sure that, given the state of arousal I was in, even the slightest breath of air against my cock would have put me over the edge. The feeling of her pussy enclosing me, even loosely, was the most wonderful thing in the world right at that moment, and with a soft groan I raised my hips and began to cum. As soon as I had finished pumping my semen into the rubber she'd put on me, Carol raised up and squatted beside me.
She grabbed the tip of the sheath and quickly slid it up my still-erect shaft. As she brought it to my mouth, she said quietly, "Stick out your tongue. Don't swallow until I tell you to.
I want to look at your last cum that still has babymakers in it. My wife began to squeeze out the contents of the condom, and I felt the slimy stuff landing on its target.
When she was satisfied the thing was entirely empty, she bent close to my face and stared for several seconds at the deposit she'd made there. At last she said, "Yuck! It looks just like snot, doesn't it? Go ahead and eat it now. Carol then stood and helped me to my feet. She took my hand and led me to the door, while looking back over her shoulder and saying, "Lover, I'm going to take him to his room now. I'll be right back for a long, slow fuck. God, I'm so damned horny I may wear out your big cock before I'm through with it!
I won't be long. Through glazed eyes I saw that two lengths of rope had been tied to the two upper corners of the bed, and the free ends were laying coiled loosely on the bedspread. There was a glass of water and a bottle of pills on the nightstand that had not been there the last time I was in the room, but that and the ropes were the only things new. She opened the bottle and shook out one of the pills, then handed it and the glass of water to me. She said, "Swallow this, sweetie.
It'll help with the pain as your balls die. It'll make you pretty sleepy, too, and maybe you'll even have some strange dreams. Mark said it'll make you 'suggestible,' as he called it, so I'll have to be careful what I tell you to do, I guess. Carol released my hand long enough to turn back the covers and top sheet, then told me to lie down.
She then pulled my arms toward the corners of the bed, tying the ropes to my wrists to hold them there. She explained, even though I hadn't asked, "We need to keep your hands away from your crotch for the rest of the night. Mark says it'll take that long for your balls to die, and if you remove the band before then, all my work will be wasted.
That'll give your balls a chance to shrivel up and fall off, and that'll be a much better way to do it than having to cut them off with a knife. He says if you take the band off after only a few hours, you might get blood poisoning.
That's why we have to have the ropes, honey. I'm so damned horny I can't think straight, and I need a couple of hours of fucking.
Do you want me to bring it to you when we're through? She turned off the light on her way out, and as I lay there in the darkness, feeling my balls becoming increasingly numb, my mind was as close to a blank as it ever had been. No sound was made as she straddled my head, then lowered her dripping-wet crotch to my mouth.
I was equally quiet as I performed the service that had become the center of my life, licking and sucking with every bit of my energy, the only sound in the room coming from my throat as it swallowed load after load brought to it by my questing tongue.
To my surprise, my attentions to my wife's crotch seemed to be arousing her, as they had earlier that night. That was unusual, since for the past few months, she seemed to derive very little stimulation from my oral services. This time, however, she began to sigh and moan very softly before I was even halfway through my cleaning efforts.
By the time I could find no more to eat, she was pressing her crotch tightly against my mouth, and I was sure she was on the verge of cumming, although she didn't do it.
I heard her say softly, "I want to see them. I'm going to turn on the light. The extreme distension of her nipples, and the way her chest heaved, confirmed that she was indeed aroused. Even more confirmation was provided when she quickly re-mounted my face, but this time facing my crotch. I could feel a slight tugging on my sac, but that was the only clue I had as to what she was doing. Again speaking barely above a whisper, she said, "I think they're dead. Can you feel that?
She said, "Look what I'm doing to them, honey. She had separated my balls and was squeezing them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. I could see she was using so much force that her fingers were actually touching her thumbs, and knew then that she was correct. Surely if my nuts had been alive, what she was doing to them would have caused me to pass out from the pain. Now, all I felt was a slight tugging.
I was sure the worthless things were dead, and rather than that knowledge causing me any sort of grief, I simply dropped my head to the pillow, hoping she'd lower herself to me once again. She soon did that, and quickly centered her pussy over my mouth. I was surprised when she reached both hands around her body and spread her cheeks, then wiggled her butt until my nose was firmly in place against her puckered opening.
That sensation brought another sigh from her, and then she whispered, "Put it in me there. Push your nose inside me. In my mind, I was trying to push my entire body into her, where it would be absorbed and become part of her forever.
Again and again, I pushed my head against her, but could gain no more entry than before. She was obviously frustrated by my failure, and said sharply, "Use your tongue, damn you!
Put it in me! With no hesitation I stiffened my tongue as much as possible and began to work it into her hole.
Her sighs told me of her appreciation, and they seemed to spur me to greater efforts. Soon it felt as if my whole tongue had penetrated her, and I could feel her pressing strongly against my face as she sought even more. Her movements, her sighs, and her moans told me she was approaching orgasm, and I intensified my efforts to help her achieve that goal.
Suddenly I felt her push even more strongly against my tongue, and heard her impassioned cry, "Suck it! Suck it out of me, you little wimp! As she pushed her spinchter against me, I sucked with all my might. I have no clear memory of the next few moments beyond that point, other than knowing she was climaxing from the stimulation my chin was providing to her clitoris, and the so-very-exciting thing she was doing to me.
My mouth realized there was something in it, and it reacted by swallowing. I have no idea if that happened once, or many times. The robot that was inhabiting my body was in charge, and it seemed to have completely shut down my brain.
I had the exquisite feeling of her hand on my penis then, and knew she was gripping it as tightly as she could, while pumping it rapidly. There was only one possible response to that, and so my body made it. I felt my hips lift off the bed with the force of my climax, and then the indescribable ecstasy of cumming swept over me. I'll never forget her words to me as my cock spurted.
She whispered, "This needs to come off, too. You want to be rid of it, and someday you'll beg me to take it off you.
Her hand was scooping up the small amount of watery cum from where it had been spurted onto my chest and stomach, and slowly bringing it to my mouth. I was mechanically licking it from her fingers and swallowing it. It seemed my only reason for existing was to dispose of whatever she chose to feed me, and that was what I did. I remember her speaking to me, saying, "I'm going to call your school in the morning and tell them you're sick.
I think you need some more of my special medicine. Giving it to you was even more exciting that I'd thought it would be. I can't tell you how much I love you for doing it. It was better than I'd ever imagined.
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