Pushing Boundaries
January 21, 2008 — underthebootI’ve given my wife control over my orgasms again.
Amongst other things. She’s set some other rules for me to follow while I’m gone… Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve given my wife control over my orgasms again.
Amongst other things. She’s set some other rules for me to follow while I’m gone… Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 36 hours until I’m back in my wife’s arms. She unwrapped all our new toys this weekend, and is really into everything except the bit, which she says smells very rubbery. We’ve been talking a lot, and as of a couple days ago, it’s no-orgasms-for-me-time until I get up there, which I’ve already said works to our mutual advantage.
One thing I thought just summed up how — on she is, was a discussion about the corsets I bought her.
“Do you like them?” I asked… Read the rest of this entry »
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:
