I think it’s safe to say that the increased dominance my wife has shown lately is now the norm. Although she hasn’t stepped it up any, she does seem to be finding some new ways to express her Dominant role, as well as increasing her dominant attitude in the things she already does.
One of the most surprising things she did this weekend is something that I’ve been fantasizing about since day one, although I’ve never really pushed the issue. Saturday afternoon I had just walked out of the shower and as I finished drying myself off my wife walked into the bathroom. I was just wrapping the towel around my waist as she approached me from behind (I was watching her in the mirror in front of me) she pulled my hands back so I was holding the towel open. She then reached down and grasped my cock. She alternated between squeezing my cock and balls until I was rock hard. The whole time my eyes were closed as I concentrated on not falling to my knees. Before letting go she gave a firm squeeze to the base of my cock and my balls, not quite painful, but VERY firm, and she told me, “this is mine”. She then let go and walked away while my cock throbbed. I wanted to fall to my knees, I wanted to masturbate, I wanted to thank her… all of these thoughts rushed through my head. Instead I hung the towel up and brushed my teeth. Looking up into the mirror a few moments later I saw my wife walk past and check me out again, noticing my continued erection a good five minutes after she had left me. As I got dressed I was leaking pre-cum and feeling the oncoming pain of blue balls. I buckled on the leather cock ring that keeps my device on. I didn’t want to wear the bulky gates of hell to work, but it’s nice to still feel something down there to remind me of my position. My wife commented that she was glad I was wearing it to work, but would be happier when I got a metal cock ring that I could wear.
I was so happy that she teased me in this way. Before I left for work I could see the sense of power she was feeling over me. It seems to me that she is starting to really understand and appreciate the ways in which she can manipulate me. I can see her embracing the feelings of power, confidence and control with every act of dominace on me. This, of course, makes me feel all the more submissive to her.
Yesterday I could barely keep my hands off of her. She continued to tease me as well, grabbing at my crotch several times during the day. Once it felt as if she was actually checking to see if I was wearing my device or not, which she currently leaves to my discretion apparently, well, at least most of the time.
She and the boys were out for a large portion of the morning and afternoon. My wife left me with a single, specific chore on top of my regular chores and the general command to “do all I could around the house” while she was out. I already had quite a bit to do, so I was glad she wasn’t more specific. It turns out that I couldn’t really do anything extra (maybe a couple of small things I didn’t even think about). Anyway, I started dinner just after noon as I was slow cooking a nice piece of meat on our grill that would take about five or six hours to cook. As actual dinner time rolled near I started on the side dishes. My wife asked how she could help. At first I told her I was OK, but soon realised that if I did it all myself dinner would take longer than needed to get on the table and we were all hungry. So I gave my wife a job on a side dish. She then started teasing me about how she would do the work “this time” and it was OK because she was the boss of everything else, things like that. She kept this up the whole time in a very sexy teasing way. Finally, still teasing, she said, “I should stop teasing you like this, it isn’t very nice”. I don’t remember what I said as I got a little sub-spacey when she said that, but I generally thanked her for doing it or told her I liked it or something. She gave a little laugh at me and soon dinner was ready.
There was a lot to clean up after dinner. My wife played a game on her ipod the whole time. It may have just been me, but it seemed more blatant than usual as she will usually go to the office to use the computer. Instead she sat on the couch a few feet away from me as I cleaned and ignored me.
When I was finally done I sat down next to her on the couch. She turned and put a foot in my lap and tossed a tube of lotion at me. She didn’t say a word. Instead she continued to play a game (this time on her cell phone). When I was done she expressed that I had done well, but did not thank me. Instead she told me to get her a drink. She smirked at the tent in my shorts as I walked past to get our drinks.
A little later, earlier than her regular bedtime, she got up to use the bathroom. I took the opportunity to start my Sunday night duties which include emptying all the trash cans. I took a large plastic grocery store bag and went room to room emptying all the small cans. As I reached our bedroom she walked past me out of the bathroom and got into bed. It was early for her, but I assumed she was very tired and nice and relaxed after her foot rub. I was horny as hell but I tried to stay as neutral as possible as I approached her and asked if there was anything I could do for her. She told me to come back and ask again in a few minutes. I resumed my job then sat down in the family room for a few minutes.
I returned to her room and asked again if there was anything I could do for her. She didn’t answer immediately and I thought she may have fallen asleep. I kissed her lips to wish her good night and was surprised at the passionate kiss I received back. We kissed a few more times before my wife pulled back the covers, saying nothing. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and got into position, my had between her legs. After a few minutes she told me to “show me my cock”. She hadn’t done that in a while but this time it came across much more natural than when we first started in our arrangement. I took off my briefs and knelt by her pillow. She grabbed it firmly and used her thumb to lightly rub the underside of the head of my penis. It was a sensation I don’t think I ever felt before. Her light touch sent shock waves through my whole body. I was fairly certain I could orgasm from that slight rub in a very short time if allowed. I wasn’t. Again she grabbed me by the balls and squeezed, harder than she had the previous day. This time it was borderline painful, but just served to excite me more. She told me to enter her and used my cock for her pleasure. She seemed to have several orgasms the last being the largest, although it could have been one long build up, hard to say. All I know is at the end I was humping for all I was worth and hoping beyond hope that I would be allowed to cum. Perhaps she’d forget to tell me not to… Perhaps she’d allow me to just because she wanted to… But we were on her side of the bed, the surest sign I wouldn’t be allowed to cum, and when she finally tapped me on the side of my ass I knew my time was over. As I rolled off to my side of the bed I asked permission to masturbate. She granted me permission with the warning that if I shook the bed I’d have to kneel on the floor. After a minute or so she gave me one more warning as I’d started to rock the bed. After another few minutes she told me I’d had enough for the night.
Here is where these new feelings again come into play. A few months ago I would have felt like the biggest stud in the world as I had just given my wife as many orgasms as she desired and could still go on as I hadn’t yet orgasmed myself. Now, though, it leaves me feeling beaten down, put in my place, controlled. I won’t say that I dislike it, because I do. But it’s very strange to eventually take pleasure from something that at the moment it is occuring is extremely unpleasant. I’ve already witnessed that as my wife increases her dominance I increase my submission, but I’m only now understanding it, I think. I just realised that I’m more surprised at my increased submission than I am with my wife’s increased dominance. As more of my fantasies are becomming reality I’m finding the feelings aren’t what I expected, but leave me wanting more.
I’m left wondering how far I can descend.
Filed under: D/s, Dominance, Gates of Hell, cock ring, female led relationship, femdom, housework, humiliation, kink, mind games, oral, orgasm control, orgasm denial, submission, teasing, wife led marriage
Great entry AFH, I know what you mean, as your wife’s dominace grows, so does your submission, it’s almost like a downward spiral, the fast you go together, the deeper you both go. It’s just experience, once your wife has experienced one aspect of domination and control, and can see that she has this power to control and excite you, she will want to try it again and something different. You are only responding to her, so the more you show her your appreciation and obedience in ways that she likes the more she will want to seduce your submissive side, the same way that you once tried to seduce her dominant side.
Get the right balance and a downward spiral going and who knows where it will end.
Our spiral has slowed a bit recently, due to some outside factors, but I am sure it will get going again, and when it does, Jane will expect my devoted and obedient attention more than ever.
I think that you are where most guys dream of being. Yet you are still getting into it more deeply. A very enviable position. You are either lucky, or had done all the right things.
From time to time things will not be perfect, so try to remember these good times. Your wife is precious.
How old are your boys? Have they noticed that you do all of the work while she sits?
I always think its interesting when the children start picking up on the fact that things aren’t “normal” when it comes to who does what around the house. Maybe if you start when they are real young that they would never notice the difference and just think that Daddy doing all of the cooking and cleaning is ‘normal’.
Thanks for your excellent blog. I enjoy reading it.
Bev
AAT – It always seems to come in fits and starts. Last night was a very mellow, vanilla night, mostly because she had to do work from home. Granted, I mopped the kitchen floor while she did her work, but it was essentially a vanilla night. I was glad for a bit of a “night off” to get myself centered again.
SP – I really feel lucky because I was able to accept whatever my wife was willing to offer from the very beginning. I’m really glad was able to do that. Having done that I’m now amazed at where we are, although now it’s difficult to not think about where we could end up, which I’ve tried to avoid as to not get my hopes up. Right now, though, most of what I thought would be pretty extreme (for us, anyway) when we started seems within reach.
Bev – Our boys are still very young. The oldest just started school and the youngest is 18 months behind him. I had always worked nights and when my wife got pregnant we agreed that I would stay home with them during the day, no day care or anything like that. I was pretty insistant on it. Eventually it got to be too difficult as I wasn’t getting enough sleep (roughly 4 hours a night) so I wasn’t doing the best job as a father as I could, so it was agreed I’d cut back to only weekends so I could concentrate on raising them.
I don’t think they notice that I do the majority of the work, or at least don’t think strangely of it. I also don’t think they ever will. I know that there are at least 3 other at home dad’s for kids in my son’s class, so it’s not such a rare thing anymore.
Also, my wife does most of the cooking because she loves it and is a fantasic cook. I cook at least twice a week though and of course make them lunch. My wife also does some cleaning, but 90% I’d guess is done by me. Granted they sometimes here their mother giving me jobs to do, but to be honest, in this day and age I see plenty of women giving jobs to their husbands/boyfriends. As long as my wife doesn’t undermine my authority with the kids, which she did once and immediately regretted, I don’t think my kids will ever think they grew up in an “unusual” family.