Good Boy

In my office, with the flowers I bought for my wife for tonight.  A co-worker (young female) walks by my office and says "ooh, why did you buy flowers."  "Because I love my wife."  Her response: "Good boy."

If she only knew!

Pedicure

Long day yesterday and boy did a lot of things culminate in one night.

As part of a background, on Friday I bought a bunch of new pedicure materials.  I ordered some great clear makeup cases with locks on them with the intent of putting all of the pedicure tools in one (toe spreaders, buffers, nail edge cutter, cuticle clipper, cuticle pusher, cuticle cleaner, double edge cleaners and scrapers, files, etc.) and all of the polishes in the other.  I also bought some new cuticle remover (Blue Cross) and some nifty little single polish holder that is rubber, so you never have to worry about the bottle tipping over.  I used her account to order the materials, so I had to tell her to not be worried when she received an email from the company I bought them from.  She was happy about the presents.  She was happier that my plan was to organize, and of course that the purchases were for her benefit.

She also began telling me how slammed she was with work and other things that day.  She also texted me telling me her and her work partner needed to go to a work event on Friday, but afterward they wanted for the four of us (me, my wife, the partner and her husband) to go to dinner.

After that exchange, she also began explaining how a sudden meeting needed to take place and there were going to be problems with pick ups of the kids because she had to go to that meeting.  I offered to leave work early to pick up one of the kids from school for her.  This relieved a bunch of pressure from her because she would have been worried the entire time she was doing what she needed to do.  While she was there, I asked if she wanted me to make reservations for dinner.  She enthusiastically stated yes and told me to contact her partner.  After my discussions with the partner, I made the reservations per her request.

I then picked up the one kid and she was able to take her time and then go to the other school for a different event with another kid.  While there, I texted her if she had anything planned for dinner.  Her response: "I wish I did."

Nothing was defrosted or available, so I began rummaging through the house to figure out what to make.  I found some tomatoes, mushrooms, and fresh basil, so I knew I could do something.  I kept looking and found risotto.  With those ingredients, wine, chicken stock, Parmesan cheese, and garlic, I made a wonderful risotto.

If you've ever made risotto you know that you need to be stirring it constantly while slowly adding the stock having it absorbed and repeating until it's ready.  You need to immediately serve it once it's ready.  So I began to text her asking when she was going to be home so I could time it right.  At first, she said she'd be home in 10 minutes so my plan was to keep gently cooking it until she arrived.  At 15 minutes later, I asked her eta again and she said she was heading home.  That should be at most a 5 min trip, so I stopped cooking, had the table ready and the food served.  5 minutes passed and the kids were starving, so I let them eat.  5 more minutes passed and I didn't want the dinner to be bad for her, so I gently urged her to get home soon.

When she arrived home about 5 more minutes later, we kissed and sat down to dinner.  The kids were already on thirds, but the food was still in good shape.  As we were eating, we discussed my texts a bit and I explained how I wasn't trying to rush her, just that I wanted the dinner to be good for her.  Her response: "You're so cute, getting all upset about the dinner going bad."

Immediately after dinner, she received a phone call for work she had to take, so she went to our office and I cleaned the kitchen.  All of the dishes and cleaned the entire area.  When she came back down, I was finishing and she said "look at you doing all the cleaning.  Sorry that I just came home, ate, then had to take the call and did not help with cleaning up."  I explained I totally understood and was happy cooking and cleaning.  As I was finishing, she kissed me and said "My little househusband."  (which, unfortunately, I'm not.  I've told her most recently that I would love to quit my job,  stay home and take care of the kids and the house.  She knows it would be great too, because she knows I'd be in better shape and she'd always have great dinners ready for her.)

After all the kids were asleep, she looked for the open bottle of wine, but I explained that I had used it to cook.  So I went to the fridge and opened the bottle for her.  When doing so, I noticed one of our wine opener corkscrews was slightly bent, so I went to my shop and fixed it.  This was part of my plan - about a month ago she mentioned that she wanted to make a list of the things that needed to be fixed, but she never did.  Over the weekend I totally cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed our room and fixed two things in the house without being asked, which she was extremely happy about.  So when I fixed the corkscrew, her response was "wow, look at you.  You're on fire."

After pouring her a glass of wine, she said "Do you want to play Scrabble or something tonight?  Ah, forget it.  I'm totally fried.  Maybe I'll just let you do my toes."

Whenever she says  those things, I never know how to respond.  My feeling is one of joy, wherein I'd like to profusely express to her how I would love to do her toes, but I always get the feeling that when I respond in that manner, it makes her uncomfortable.  It's a battle in me.  I want to express to her how much I love it so she will want to do it more, but I realize that it will probably have the opposite effect.  Therefore, I simply said I would be up for doing her toes, but then noted that only a portion of my recent purchase had arrived.  Not everything had arrived.  She wanted to have them done, so upstairs we went.

Her toes were a dark color that is popular these days and it took a long time to remove all of the polish.  I asked her what she was going to wear on Friday night, but she wasn't sure.  It wasn't going to be a bold color though, so I went with a dark red, something I thought could go with any outfit really.  The entire time I was working, she was on her phone working, or looking at Facebook, and then reading on the Ipad.  We were also talking about other stuff.

I didn't do a great job - I think the color I used was old and it didn't flow on the nails that well.  It took a long time.  By the time I was done, it was passed our normal bed time.

After the nails dried, she was in the bathroom washing her face while I was cleaning up and she casually said  "Now you need to learn to do facials."  I immediately got a little excited, but I also not only have no idea how to do a facial, but I expressed to her that if I screwed up on her toes it was not big deal, but I didn't want to ever do something wrong when giving her a facial!  She agreed and immediately said she was only kidding.  I will have to figure out how to do a home facial.  It won't be nearly as good or as complicated as she could get done at a salon, but I should be able to come up with some quick routine that I can do every week.  If anyone has any suggestions on this, please let me know.

Later that night, we did end up making love.  Me on top and as we were doing it, she began spanking me.  And I mean spanking me hard.  The hardest she's ever smacked me.  Ooohhhhhhh, it felt so delicious.  I couldn't see, but I'm sure it was red.  It was so great and something completely unexpected.

With me still on top, I sat up and spread her legs so I could get to her clit.  While fucking her, I used my thumb and finger on her clit and brought her off.  I had been really holding back my orgasm, but once she came I was able to let loose after a few more thrusts.  We stayed with me inside her for a while, kissing and resting.

You all know that I have that typical male desire to eat the creampie before cumming, but then lose all desire immediately after cumming.  But this time, since we had spent some time with me still in her and time had passed, I started to get the feeling again.  I moved back up and began raising her legs back, pushing her butt up so that when I pulled out the cum wouldn't all fall out onto the bed.  I was about to pull out and dive in, but as I was doing that, she said "oh, no, don't even think about it.  I already had a great orgasm, I don't need anymore and it's late.  It's time to go to bed."  And with that, she moved out from under me, put her underwear on and went to the bathroom.  I was soooo close, but was fine with her decision.

As much as I sometimes think that we are not in a WLM because she does not specifically express it, does not use that term, does not implement it more, and even feels guilty or bad when I do all the cleaning or other work for her, the more I think about what happened last night, the more I know we are in her version of a WLM.  And I went to bed happy last night.  Very very happy.

She is not Vocal

She is definitely an interesting person.  Good things happened to both of us on Friday.  So to celebrate a bit, I bought a couple of lobster tails, Mussels, Little Neck clams and Steamer clams, flowers, a bottle of champagne and made a hell of a dinner!  Grilled everything up and enjoyed the night.  She got her period that day, so she wasn't in the mood that night.  Very enjoyable night.

The next night, we went out to a function where we were dressed up.  She looked so hot in a great dress, heels and she did her makeup and hair differently.  I wasn't the only one who noticed, as many men and women complimented her that night.  It was a great event.  By the time we got home, it was rather late.  Despite being tired, once in bed, we began kissing and I eventually removed her panties.  She still had her tampon in, but that didn't stop me.  I brought her off and she returned the favor, so to speak.

What I find "funny" about the whole thing is that we're at a point where eating her out on her period doesn't even warrant a mention from her.  I mean, it's nothing surprising.  Sometimes I fear it's disinterest, but I really think it's more just she doesn't think of these things after they've happened.  Even when I've successfully eaten my creampie from her, she never mentions it again.  She never requests anything in the bedroom.  She never asks for anything in particular or anything.

Vacation

Back from vacation, which was phenomenal, but not much happened WLM wise.  She was extremely happy and relaxed, so that was all good.  She got some alone time too.

The one funny WLM episode that did occur was us discussing an event we were going to do the next day.  We discussed it for about 10 minutes, evaluating timing, pros/cons etc., and then we needed to head back to the room.  She needed to go to the store, so she took off, while I took everyone back to the room.

When she came back, she said "I booked the trip.  We're going at 2:00, we're taking the "XXX" tour and we're all set, so no more discussions."  Reading typed words cannot give to you a sense of tone or how the two people in the conversation are reacting to each other.  As she said that, I was sitting in chair and she was behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.  My response to her was simply "sounds perfect."  And it was.

I know that my most recent posts have been positive ones.  I feel it necessary to express that I wish for us to be able to communicate more wherein I could explain my true deepest WLM feelings, she is 100% comfortable with that discussion, she more fully acknowledges our WLM and our WLM becomes more and more integrated into our daily lives.  An improvement in those areas I believe would enhance our lives and our WLM.  I think we are still moving towards that.  Sometimes it appears it has stalled, other times going strong and getting stronger.

Continuation

In my continued efforts in providing more service, I have stepped up making the bed, folding her pajamas nicely on the bed and added some chocolates this last time.  She loved that.

But that's not the coup.  No, the coup was I worked extra hard at work to complete various projects to open up some unexpected vacation time.  So instead of traditional valentines day presents, I've surprised her with a trip/vacation she's been dying to do for a long time.

I had to tell her earlier than V-Day because she needs to plan for her work and other things, but she was very pleased.

She is also aware that I have been making many efforts to find a new job, which pleases her.  I still need to be better at doing other things to make her happy.

Flower

More "boring", undeniably non-kinky stuff, but stuff she's loving more and more.

I did her toes on Tuesday night.  Just completely causal, both of us on the bed, watching tv, while I worked on making them nice.  They came out okay.  Not as good as I hoped.  The polish actually looked nice, but what I have not mastered yet is all of the other work that needs to be done to the toes to get them looking ready for the polish.  I did cut the nails in an effort to make them nice and round and smooth, but they were different lengths.  One pinkie toe nail was much smaller than the other one.  The other thing I didn't do well was pay attention to the cuticles.  I didn't remove any, lotion it or anything else.  So while the polish looked nice, with no smudges or missteps, the toes could have been better.

But, she mentioned many times on Wednesday that she was very happy with her toes and was happy whenever she saw them.  So that was great.

While at work yesterday, I decided to get a single rose for her and the plan was to, either while she was still sleeping (many times, she's still asleep before I leave for work) I would put the rose on the bed with a little love note.  I had the rose and the note ready and she was actually up and working by the time I left this a.m. While she was down stairs working, I quickly made the bed, folded her pajamas, and put the note and flower on the bed in the middle.

Got a text from her saying how much she loved it and it made her week!  In an effort to be playful, I teased her a bit, texting back "what, no more comments about making the bed and the pajamas?  Getting stale already?"  Her response was "NO!  Don't stop doing that.  I love it."

I'm going to start integrating making the coffee in the morning for her.  I've tried to do that in the past, but she's kind of persnickety on how she likes her coffee.  I need to figure out how to make it the same way she likes it.

Ahhhhh, that wonderful feeling

It is the little things.  I've mentioned the toenails before and how it isn't that important to her.  She likes it, but nothing special.  She had a pedicure from a salon a long long time ago and about 2 weeks ago it was wearing off.  She made a comment about how I'd have to do her toes for her soon.  It was a passing comment and nothing further was said about it.

Two days ago, she mentioned that I'd have to do her toes again.  I had made up my mind when she told me, that I would I would do her toes the first chance I got.  We couldn't do it that night, nor could we do it last night.  She did say last night "I took the polish off my toes today, but you're going to have to cut them and paint them tomorrow.  I'm not going to ask, you're just going to do it."  It was said in her happy, matter of fact, normal, voice.  I was feeling great, because without probably fully understanding everything, I do feel like she IS understanding the relationship, the power, our roles, and what makes us both happy.

It got even better though.  I've continued my habit of, as soon as I arrive home, making the bed and folding her pajamas on her side of the bed.  Last night, as we were getting in bed, she said that while she knows she's said it before, having the bed made and her pajamas folded is just such a nice thing, it makes her so happy, that she can't imagine it not happening in the future.  She said she hopes it never ends.  I told her that her reaction is the exact reason I do it for her.

It's getting better and better.  And now I've got to start thinking of more ways to keep this up for her.

Dinner

I haven't updated about what happened when I made dinner because, well, not much happened. Don't get me wrong, it was a great night, wonderful time to connect with my wife after a long week, but it didn't include any Femdom.

She definitely had a really stressful day. Coupled with that, our kids were out with friends and didn't get back to the house until about 8:00, which means we didn't get to sit down for dinner until 8:30, after the kids were finally in their beds.

The dinner came out great. I put candles out and we listened to good music. We talked about her work, my work, the kids etc., and enjoyed a nice meal. By the time dinner ended and I had finished cleaning everything, it was close to 11:00 p.m.

She admitted that she didn't have anything planned or anything she wanted to do, so we just went up stairs and got into bed. Yes, we engaged in nice sexual relations, but it was very vanilla. Well, vanilla except for the fact that I didn't get to cum. I should rephrase that - she asked me if I wanted to cum, and I explained that the game didn't allow for that. I think left to her own devices, she would have let me finish.

Overall, a great night. Not sure if I am any closer to a WLM or even a more Femdom experience in the bedroom though.

Tonight

So tonight is the night I make dinner and serve her all night. As part of the game, I cook dinner, clean it all up, and then "serve her" for the rest of the night. If that sounds ambiguous, it was intentional. It's designed to allow her to develop whatever she wants.

She can choose to play Scrabble all night and then go to bed, she can choose to watch tv, take a bath together or something else rather vanilla. Of course, she can go the complete opposite way and make me use our "toys" on her all night, make me wear a French Maid outfit (yes, we have one - that only she's ever worn!) and clean the house, or something else to her liking.

Sure, I do have my own little preferences, but not really. At the worst, it'll be a nice evening spending time with my wife after a long week. Even if there is no Femdom aspect to the evening (really - I make dinner all the time and I clean the dishes all the time - this is nothing new or technically Femdom related in our relationship) it will still be very pleasurable.

At best? Well, the sky is the limit there. It can range anywhere from an incremental enjoyment on her part of a new lifestyle to her really taking a big plunge. I won't know until later tonight.

I don't know if I blew it yesterday, though. Yesterday, she emailed me about normal every day stuff, and then, at the end, said "I'm looking forward to a yummy dinner on Friday." I responded, probably a little too enthusiastically. I not only told her how much I loved her, but also reminded her that Friday night was not only dinner, but also for her to do whatever she wanted to do.

I got no response via email at all. Nor did she mention it, at all, when I got home.

Now, I had sent the email to her only to remind her about what the night was to be, not to put pressure on her, but I fear she took it that way. I fear that she took it that I was trying to get her to create some elaborate role playing or something like that. I hope I'm wrong.

I hope that she the following is a representation of what will happen tonight, after dinner!

This picture really gets me. I love the simple bondage. Only his hands are tied, but he knows his place and is doing nothing else. I love her stockings. I love that they are clothed for the most part. I imagine that she's happy to not be naked - it shows that she's using him just for her own pleasure. I also like how his cock is exposed, but completely ignored. The look on her face is pure satisfaction.



For the next picture, I love it just for the look on her face. She seems so happy!. But, I also just love this position. Her sitting on my face. That's bliss. One reason I like it so much is that when she's in the throes of an orgasm, she can't really control herself. She just goes wild and I know she's not thinking about whether I can breath or whether she's hurting me. She's just focused on her own orgasm.



Now, for this picture, I really like the emotion on her face. It's a combination of amusement, interest and slight disgust/boredom. At least that's the way it looks to me. I imagine that she's asked him to play with himself for her own amusement. Or maybe asked him to edge himself so she can learn how his body reacts right before he cums so she can control him later on.



Now, for this last one, I hesitate to put it up because it's more graphic than anything I've put up before, but I would be euphoric if this happened. If it did, though, I'd be wondering if someone had taken over my wife's body!

Taking the Initiative

After reading other blogs on this subject, and the comments to my own blog, I've started to take the initiative of being submissive to see how that develops, and I think it's working.

Prior to vacation she got a pedicure. While on vacation, she received several chips and we were in a place where nothing could be done to fix them. She was disappointed in the appearance, but since we've been so busy lately, finding time to get another pedicure, or even just taking the old polish off, was going to be difficult.

After I came home from work, and after the kids were in bed, she was working on the computer. We both still had a lot of things to do, so I quickly finished mine work. I knew her work was going to take about another 45 minutes.

Without telling her beforehand, I picked out a nice color nail polish and retrieved all of the necessary equipment. I sat down at her feet and removed her socks. She looked down at me with a look of "what in the hell are you doing?" I just said I knew her polish was bothering her, so I was going to give her a pedicure while she worked. She laughed, but didn't protest.

So there I was, on the floor, providing a very nice pedicure for her, while she went ahead and worked. It wasn't like she was ignoring me, but she definitely wasn't paying attention to me.

After I was done, she looked down and complimented me on the good job I had done. She was genuinely pleased with the result. (I should note, this wasn't the first time I've ever given a pedicure to her ..... or myself. I've done both throughout the years.)

She then said, "I should have you do this all time." "I would love to do that for you, as often as you want," was my reply.

Now, when she made her comment, she didn't really mean it the "Femdom" way originally. That sentence may sound weird, but what I mean is that she didn't say it as you would imagine a Femdom in a story would say. She was not trying to be dominant, sexual, or even teasing. It was said by a "vanilla" woman who, at the time, was very happy that her problem (her chipped nail polish) had been fixed, without any effort by her, without having to ask for it to be fixed, the process was pleasurable and she was very pleased with how her toes actually looked. Her comment was happy, content, relieved.

This whole situation couldn't have gone better, I thought. I satisfied my own submissive desires. Honestly, sitting at our wives feet, giving a pedicure to her, while she ignored us, or even just sat back enjoying being pampered, is a great feeling.

But then, the result was great too. I was very pleased because she was so pleased. That part brought me joy. Seeing her happy and appreciative made me happy.

And then, of course, is the simple fact that her comment and my response is another piece of the puzzle for her to realize what I've meant about a gradual change in our dynamic. Slow realization that she can ask for, and receive, these acts from me, all to my own pleasure, let alone hers. Also, the realization that what I've been talking about doesn't have to be these long, drawn out, thought out, events that need to be planned by her.

She is afraid of, and probably incapable of, creating and planning sexual scenarios. And while I've tried explaining to her that while I would love for her to do those things, that wasn't what I was asking in the first place. But I'm still hopeful that by doing these things for her, she does, at some point in the future, realize that she can ask/order me to do these things for her. I want her to be able to look at her toes, be annoyed that they are chipped, and then think - I'll get him to fix them when he gets home.

Thursday Night

I am on such a high right now, I can't stand it. Of course, it's the middle of the day, I'm working, and I have a million things to do, so I can't provide a full update. I promise to update what happened last night very soon.

Be that as it may, in addition to the main reason for this blog, I'm sort of a foodie. I love to cook and believe I'm pretty good. It's not like I'll be opening my own restaurant any time soon, but I truly enjoy making dishes and dinners.

Last night, I followed a lobster recipe pretty much to a "T" and was extremely happy with the results. (Lobster is her favorite food.) I entered into it with a little trepidation as it called for ingredients I wasn't sure she would like. But it turned out phenomenal. And it wasn't just me, my Wife thought the same. She even said it tasted like something you'd only be able to order at a rstaurant. I could not have asked for a better compliment. My success must have been because I was feeling so good and so excited.

The food ended up being a foretelling of the good times for the rest of the evening.

Continuation of Tuesday Night

After getting the wine for her, and I was rather charged up at that point, she suggested we go upstairs and watch tv in bed together.

Our time there was 99% normal, but she was still exerting her dominance in small ways. She complained that her feet were cold, presented them to me and said "make my feet warm." She told me to get her another glass of wine. We watched what she wanted to watch.

Hey, I realize that compared to many other people out there, this is extremely mild stuff. Honestly, my desires run much stronger and deeper than what she's doing. The most important thing to me, however, is that she's agreed to do it after I proposed it to her, and she has been changing and embracing the idea. I mean, for someone who isn't naturally Dominate or does not even trend that way, they won't become a Dom at the drop of a hat. Most of us who are Subs have had these feelings for a very long time - as early as a little kid to the early teen years. I know that my wife has not had Dom feelings at all. So I've been thinking about being a sub for more than 20 years, while she has not. My point is only that any change towards being a Dom is a very good thing.

Anyway, I was still on edge a little, though, because I still didn't know whether she had even received the long email. I sorta suspected that she had, partly due to the change in her demeanor, but was still not sure. Eventually, she sorta blurted out "by the way, I did receive the long email today. I was with a client, so I was like "ahhhh" when I got it, but I did read it." She explained that she was happy with the way things were going, but that she wasn't an "every night type girl." I wasn't sure what that last comment meant, especially since she had been more dominant that night. I did think that she wasn't going to "play" every night, meaning that she wasn't going to do sexual things every night.

Once it was time for bed, she told me to get her toothbrush and other bedtime routine stuff ready for her. She got into bed and then went to sleep rather quickly. Again, I was a little disappointed, but not at all surprised.

And then, things got interesting. She was restless that night, squirming around, but still asleep. At about 1:00 a.m., she got out of bed, and actually growled! She said, "You're making me too warm!!" and got some water. I thought it was rather funny as she wasn't really mad at me, but apparently I had been snuggling her so much at night that I was, well, making her too warm.

Upon getting back into bed, I rolled on top of her, kissed her and apologized for making her too warm. She thought that was funny and began kissing me back. She sleeps in nothing but a thong, so my instant steel hard erection was pressing right into her panties. She started kissing back aggressively and then rolled me over, so I was on my back and she was straddling me.

Grabbing my hands over my head, she continued kissing me and grinding herself on my cock. For those of you have ever practiced chastity, you have to realize that the term "premature ejaculation" no longer applies. Why? Because, essentially, you're so f'ing horny all day long, for very long periods of time, that stimulation of any sustained time can put you over the edge! (Or maybe that's just me!)

She whipped off her panties, grabbed my hands over me head again, and then slid right up to my face. No words were spoken, but obviously, no words were necessary. Her pussy was so wet and sweet and her clit already engorged. I went to town on her. She was really grinding herself on my face that I could only breath through my nose at certain times! I would make sure to take huge breaths whenever I got the chance.

She had an orgasm really quickly, but stayed on. Most of the time, once she has an orgasm, she likes to relax for at least a minute before starting again. This time, though, after the first orgasm, she kept grinding, but at a slower more leisurely pace. That didn't last too long, as she gradually got more and more intense and had another strong orgasm.

Eating her out like that, being this long into chastity, etc., well, I'm literally felt like I was going to cum with absolutely no touching of my cock. While eating her out, it definitely felt like I was going to cum, and then after she was done cumming twice and resting on my chest, the whole scene made me more and more aroused that the feeling of cumming was stronger at that point. That surprised me. I was breathing very heavily and actually concentrating on not cumming. I could not believe it.

She lay back down, and I crawled back on top of her, kissing her again. She reached for my cock, but I told her that any touching would send me off. She laughed. She thanked me and said it was time to go to sleep. She was asleep in about 2 minutes. Me? I stayed awake for about another hour, and then did not sleep well for the rest of the night.

When people ask why someone would want Tease & Denial, or Femdom, all I can say is that if you re-read this post, and other post about Tuesday, if you can't see it, then you won't ever see it. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but wow. I am writing this on Friday, and I'm still getting extremely hard just re-playing the whole thing in my mind again.

A wonderful journey indeed!

Sick

The wife is sick :(. She got a head cold and was feeling nauseous, so obviously, no playing around last night.

Knowing that she was feeling sick, I made sure to wash the dishes that had piled up in the sink and took out all of the garbage. She later reminded me that the leaves needed to be taken out too, so I did that.

After finishing, she was on the couch watching Project Runway, a show she loves. I asked if there was anything else she wanted me to do and she said "unless you can make me feel not nauseous anymore, nope." Sadly, since I couldn't make her stomach feel better, I gave her a quick kiss and headed upstairs.

I'm hoping she's feeling better tonight. We're supposed to go out to dinner with some friends while the kids are being watched.