How to Push Your Husband Into Switching.

All of this talk of switching and I’ve skipped the impetus for it.

You can blame my cock.

Or more to the point, my wife’s rehabilitation of my cock.

She had flown into town, we had a marvelous breakfast, and then I took her back to my place. She went out shopping while I slept, having done a marathon few days at work. When she came back, we had lunch, and then I looked at my tiny bed.

“We should fool around.”

“Don’t look at me.”

I’m in the middle of my week home, which means in addition to Thanksgiving turkey and family time and visits to relatives, I’ve also been fucked, flogged, whipped with a belt, struck repeatedly with a riding crop just about everwhere, cuffed, shackled, sodomized, urinated on, and gagged…

10 Days Until We’re Reunited, 5 Until The Denial Starts

10 days until I’m back home with my wife, being deliciously abused.  Waiting for me are all the old toys — my wife’s cock, aka the strap-on; shackles; handcuffs; my nice leather belt; clamps for various parts of my body; shower curtains to lay on during golden showers; and best of all, my beloved collar. Play only really begins once she has me on my knees and she puts that collar on.

New additions, as I’ve discussed before over the past few weeks, include a leather flogger, a riding crop, a ball-gag, and officially, a bit and reins. I’m excited, especially about the sexy corsets I bought her.

She sent me this email the other day:

“You are so deserving of the ass-fuckings, beatings and golden showers you are going to get in 11 days! I have so much planned for us while you are here…all of it naughty! As soon as everyone leaves for their Thanksgiving trips, I am going to inventory our toy bag to see if we need refills, cleanings, etc. to make sure it is all ready for your arrival. Also, I just ordered your “birfday” gifts. Hopefully, all of our toys will arrive prior to your visit. That way, we can make the most of our time together.”

I love her emails. That one was a bit more playful than the run of the mill, evil-twin emails, where she is stern and aggressive, but playful is fun, too.

The thing is, reading that email and going over old blog entries, I realized something is missing from my reports of our fevered planning sessions and the tales of our lost weekends, squirreled away in hotel room or our house:

Sex.