Laying down the law

My wife has remained fairly strict with me.  I’m a bit surprised by it and even a little upset about this past Saturday.  I realised, though, that she must have been very upset with me to be treat me the way she did, so I got over it and then felt bad for being angry about it.

As I’ve let on in my past two posts, I’ve been slacking a bit lately.  Things are getting done, just not always on time or to the standard that is expected.  I don’t really have a good reason for it, but it happened.  Over the last couple of weeks it’s been made clear to me that my wife has noticed and is not happy.  To top it off this has coincided with something my wife introduced a few weeks ago, the Sunday Night Meeting.  It all came to a boil Saturday afternoon and it appears I’ll be paying for it for a while.

I’ve already filled in most of the background in my last two posts, but I forgot to mention the Sunday Night Meetings, so I’ll start with that.  Three Sundays ago my wife asked if I had checked our online calender.  I told her I had not (I usually don’t on weekends) and she informed me that we had a meeting scheduled for after the children went to bed.  Now, at this time I’d already been slacking a bit and I knew it.  I was worried she was going to chew me out about it.  Instead the meeting was mostly about weekly finances, the weeks menu, appointments, etc.  When we were done I told her I was relieved because I thought she was going to start evaluating me (I never know when to keep my mouth shut).  “What a great idea!”, was her response.  D’oh.

At meeting #2 she brought up the fact that I needed to pick up the slack a little more.  That week (as I’ve posted before) she also sent a stern email about neglecting changing the oil on her car.  I resolved to take care of the oil change Saturday afternoon before going in to work and on Friday told my wife how I had everything planned.

Saturday morning my wife and kids went to the gym and I slept in a bit (I work late Friday nights).  When I got up I straightened the house up a bit and did some dishes from Friday night before my wife got home.  After she and the kids were settled I asked if I could take a shower before getting the oil changed so that I’d be ready to go to work if it took too long.  “When do I get to take a shower?”, was her response.  I stammered a bit and told her I’d wait until she’d showered but she told me to forget about it and get going. 

After my shower I went around the house saying ‘goodbye’ and when I got to my wife she looked like she didn’t feel well so I offered a “feel better” as well.  “I feel fine”, she responded.  “Oh”, I said, “is there something wrong”?  This is where she lays into me a bit and although I didn’t say anything I got pretty defensive and upset myself.  She told me she was upset that I’d waited so long to get the oil changed and that because I chose to do it on the weekend I was cutting into family time and that she had suggested that I could do it during the week.  I mentioned that she always took her car to work and she said she could have taken mine.

Now, as I left the house I was thinking, “you could have taken my truck and then I would have been able to take your car to have it’s oil changed, but you didn’t” and “you saying, ‘maybe you could take the car in during the week’ isn’t the same as saying, ‘take the car in Monday while I’m at work'”.  She had made a suggestion but left it up to me.  I chose the weekend.  To me it made more sense.  I see now that if I had done it during the week it wouldn’t have interfered with her at all.  I think we’ll have to talk about how she could have let me know what she wanted more effectively instead of relying on me to read her “suggestion” as “DO THIS NOW AND DO IT THIS WAY”. 

Meeting #3 was not as bad as I thought it would be.  While I cleaned up from dinner she prepped for the meeting by finding out where we can vote early, and by buying a new pair of shoes and a new pair of boots online.  When I finished cleaning and the kids were asleep the meeting officially started.  We worked out our schedules, etc. and she told me about her new purchases.  I told her that she didn’t need to justify her purchases to me or ask my permission and she gave me a “look” and explained that she was aware of that.  She was merely informing me of the purchases and letting me know about the boots because I (like many of you out there I’m sure) think boots are super HOT!  The meeting ended without much comment on my household duties.

I was invited to bed with her a little later.  Things got hot and heavy and a bit kinky at times.  I was wearing the leather cock ring from my device and that was met with some pleasure from my wife.  She enjoyed many orgasms from her vibrator, my mouth and my cock.  She had decided that my cock had been allowed enough pleasure from her, however, and made me stop.  I whimpered a bit as I knelt on the bed and she masturbated.  She asked how long it had been since my last orgasm and I informed her it had been two weeks.  She informed me that I was being punished for my poor service of late, especially for making her so upset about the car.  She allowed me to masturbate on the floor while kneeling next to her bed.  She continued to use the vibe on herself and cum again and again while I edged myself.  Finally she told me that I’d touched myself enough and made me stop while she continued to masturbate.  I was in heaven and hell and buzzing in subspace.  She pulled the sheets back so I could see her and asked if I wanted to lick her some more.  I told her that I did.  She teased me and asked me if I loved licking her pussy and I told her I did and that I wanted to do it all the time.  She turned off the vibe and put it on my pillow and pulled my head between her legs.  “You should ask me to let you do it more often, then”, she told me. 

Eventually she’d had enough and dismissed me to get her water and an allergy pill.  I quickly dressed, being careful not to have an orgasm form the friction of my shorts, and went to get her things.  I brought them back and knelt beside the bed offering the water and pill to her.  She took them and reminded me that I was not allowed to touch myself and that I was being punished.   She then laughed at me and the tent in my shorts and dismissed me from the room.

I think this is the first time she’s used denial as a punishment.  While it’s exciting I almost wish she’d chosen something else.  Then again, I might get what I want and really regret it, or she could come up with something even worse.  I guess I’ll just endure this.  At least it’s something I know I can endure… at least for a while.

Put on notice

In my last post I didn’t mean to imply that there was no WLM action going on at all, it was just that it was only things that are completely routine now, so we don’t even think about them anymore.  My wife spending time on the computer while I clean up from dinner doesn’t even register on our D/s radar, it’s just normal now. 

I was slacking, however, and yesterday it was brought to my attention that it has been noticed and my wife is not happy about it.  Actually, the notice was sent out on Wednesday, but our internet went out in the afternoon and I didn’t get my strongly worded email expressing my wife’s increasing disappointment that she is having to continually remind me to take care of some things.  I actually let slip another thing I had neglected to take care of while talking to her last night and when she heard that she asked why it was still a problem as I’d been told to take care of it weeks ago.  I assured her I’d get it done today (pause while I do that now)…

I hate being on hold…

Anyway, notice has been served that I need to step up my service.  I actually got quite a bit done yesterday (as I had no internet to distract me) and tried to “show off” some of my cleaning achievements.  My wife was unimpressed.  Once the children were asleep she adopted a more Domme-y attitude, but unfortunately she was soon tired and off to bed.

Oh, well.  At least I know the lull was pretty much just on my end of things.  I’m glad my wife put her foot down.  I really am not trying to test her, and I know she is very busy at work, but I just go through these ‘blah’ times occasionally.  For every low there is a high, though, and I am really looking forward to that high.  I’m sure it’s right around the corner!  As for now, time to go vacuum and clean up the kitchen.  Maybe I can think of a special treat for my wife as well.

Brief update

Things have been fairly mellow the last couple of weeks.  Things have been pretty vanilla for the most part and that’s OK.  I haven’t been feeling very submissive and my wife hasn’t been very dominant.  I really think it’s because we feed off each other so much. 

It’s not like I’m waiting for her to be more dominant.  Right now I’m kind of content being a little lazier, although I don’t really want to be.  I wish I were being more productive, but I’m just not doing anything about it.  I think it may be seasonal depression.  I’ve been known to get the “blah”s occasionally.  That’s how I’ve been feeling lately.

I think if I were to step it up and do all my chores and do them properly that my wife would start being a little more demanding again.  She may not even realise it, but we really do feed off each other in our WLM.  Last night she had me rub her feet and expected me to get her drinks and things, but it was very casual.  There didn’t really seem to be any underlying D/s tone.  Like I said, right now I’m content with that.  I hope she is as well.  I’m sure she’d tell me if she wasn’t.

Well, that’s it for now.  Just wanted to let everyone know I haven’t abandoned the blog.  I’m sure things will heat up soon enough. 

Thanks for reading!

A long post about not that much…

Last week my wife told me that she realised she was a week late but quickly realised it was because she’d messed up with her birth control.  Since her period had started she could look back and laugh.  One of the things she thought was funny is that she uses her current form of birth control because she only has to think about it twice a month so it’s harder to screw up – yet she screwed it up.  Another thing she found funny was the irony of the possibility of getting pregnant by letting me have an orgasm at precisely the time she messed up with her birth control.  She found that hilarious.  “Imagine the odds of me getting pregnant when you only get to cum once a month!”, she said.

As funny as the conversation was, especially when she considered suggesting to the Catholic Church orgasm denial as birth control (I told her it probably wouldn’t go over well with the men), what was telling was her comment about letting me cum only once a month.  Is that what she thinks?  Is that how she’s trying to time it in her head?  As I’ve said before I’m actually averaging once every two weeks, but the idea that in her head she’s making me wait much longer is… sexy.  I wonder if it’s a conscious effort to keep me to about once a month or if it’s her calculation of how long she usually keeps me waiting?  It works for me either way… as long as she doesn’t start making me wait a month in between, that is!

One of the points of this conversation we were having Wednesday night was that she had started her period, as I’d previously mentioned.  Because of this I wasn’t expecting any action for the next few nights, although the waiting period (no pun intended) has been shortened by her current contraception (another plus for her).  When Friday night rolled around I got a surprise call from work telling me that I didn’t need to come in.  Shortly after I got a call from one of my friends/business partners telling me he wanted to talk about some things he was working on.  I told him that I would most likely be able to go out and have a drink with him a little later in the night and we could talk about it.  I was of course assuming my wife would want to go to bed early and wouldn’t be interested in sex due to the “time of month”.

I was wrong, of course.

As I went to kiss her goodnight she started ripping my shirt off.  I was able to extricate my self from her clutches and remove the rest of my clothes.  A strange thought went through my head as I got undressed.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have sex, it was just that I had been so certain that there wasn’t any chance for it that I’d put it completely out of my mind.  Now that I was being put on the spot it felt strange.  Again, it’s not that I didn’t want to have sex, but for the first time I felt like I was being called on to do a job.  Usually when she goes to bed I’m hoping that she is going to want to fool around, but for some reason it was the last thing on my mind and as I stood naked I felt strange, although in a good way.  It didn’t last long, though.  Soon enough I was in the “hell, yeah!” mind set and feeling very lucky.

She put me through my paces and when I had to take a break she used her vibe.  At one point I thought I was going to lose it for sure and told my wife I was close.  She didn’t tell me to stop which meant she was probably close as well.  I didn’t think I’d be able to hold out so I started apologizing.  She told me not to apologize and I was able to pull myself together a bit and somehow found the fortitude to last a bit longer.  It was just long enough, apparently.  As soon as I started cumming I could feel her start as well.  It was wonderful and only eight days since my previous orgasm.  I was in heaven.  As I rolled to my side of the bed I realised that she hadn’t intended for me to cum.  If she had she would have been on my side of the bed.  Oh, well.  She lay next to me wriggling around, rolling back and forth, sometimes putting her legs over me and sometimes rolling away from me.  Finally she lay on her back and started using her vibe again.  After a few minutes she seemed frustrated and in a very Veruca Salt kind of way whined/commanded, “I want more”!  With that I was awakened from my post-orgasmic bliss and I went down on her.  It wasn’t so much oral sex as her using my whole face.

After she had regained her composure from her last orgasm she addressed me again.  She pointed out that my unscheduled orgasm had left a nasty (and rather large) wet spot on her side of the bed.  She told me to clean it up and make it comfortable for her to sleep.  I cleaned it up as best I could and put a towel over it so she could sleep.  When she had returned to bed she told me to bring her water and her allergy medicine (as I do every night).  When I returned I knelt beside her bed as she took her pill and drank some water (as I always do).  When she was done she handed me the water and I placed it on her night stand next to the bed.  She then laid into me a bit.  She told me how lucky I was to cum and that it was far too soon since my last orgasm.  She implied that it would be a while until my next one to compensate.  She also told me how lucky I was because she thought that I had been slacking in my duties lately and that she was going to correct that.  That was actually a surprise to me, and disappointing.  I’d felt earlier in the week that I’d been doing a great job and felt like the house was in better shape than it had been in a while.

I awoke Saturday morning to a large list of chores.

Saturday night we attended a party for parents of my sons classmates, a “get to know you” kind of affair, although most of them already knew each other.  The host and hostess were fairly wealthy and had a beautiful house full of big screen TVs.  As we were greeted at the door we were informed that the men were upstairs watching football and the women were gathered in another room talking.  That made me uncomfortable, but I wasn’t too worried.  Of course, about 15 minutes into the party, as I stood next to my wife alongside a counter full of appetizers, a woman approached me and asked if I knew that all the husbands were upstairs watching football.  “But the food is here”, I replied.  That seemed to satisfy her.  “And I’m here”, my wife added matter-of-factly.  Touche.

I spent most of the night getting my wife drinks or holding her plate while we chatted with people.  At one point I even took a dirty plate from another woman while she talked with my wife.  Part of it was from my years in the service industry and working private parties, but part of it was me wanting to show off.  I wanted them to see what a good husband my wife had.  We also met a great couple that were clearly wife led, although I’m sure in a more traditional way (but you never know).  My wife actually seemed to get defensive at one point as this other woman talked about how her husband did all the cleaning and how when he goes out of town the house falls apart and she just can’t function.  If it had been two men talking I’d describe it as a pissing contest at one point as they both went on about how little they do around the house and how much they have to do at their jobs.  It was interesting, really.  I look forward to seeing them again.

Sunday, after watching football, I started on more chores my wife had given me.  While I was working in the garage my wife and kids were playing in the back yard.  At one point I heard my wife tell them that she would be back in a few minutes because she had to “go supervise your father”.  It made me laugh.  She came and checked on my progress and satisfied, she left.  Soon one of my boys came to me with a bottle of nice, cold water.  “Mom said you have to drink that”, he told me before leaving.  What would I do without her?  Dehydrate, for sure.

After dinner I put on the gates of hell and started cleaning.  I find that sometimes when I’m just not in the mood to do one of my chores, like washing dishes, if I put on the gates of hell it will put me in the right mindset.  Actually, last night it just really felt good to wear, as well.  It felt comfortable and… well… right.  The way a watch feels “right” on your wrist.  Anyway, we watched a bit of tv after I’d finished cleaning and then my wife announced that she was going to bed early.  I followed her a few minutes later to bring her some things she’d left in the other room and that I knew she’d want.  I also checked to see if there was anything else she needed (like I always do… sometimes I feel this blog is getting redundant).  Anyway, I asked her what else I could get for her and she replied, “when I said ‘I’ was going to bed early, it meant ‘we’ were going to bed early… now get undressed”!  Now, I don’t want to get all “porny” again, but I did want to point out that it feels weird, in a sexy way I guess, to get naked and then have to take off your unlocked chastity device that your wife didn’t ask you to put on but watches as you take it off.  I wonder what she thinks about that…  I’m also still hoping that she will have me keep it on one night and have me take care of her in other ways, or just watch as she uses her dildo, but that’s for another blog entry I think.