Monday, May 13, 2013
Back in my place
My wife erased any question as to who is ultimately in charge of my sex life. It all started a couple of days ago when she told me she was texting with her out-of-town fuck buddy and things got a little dirty. She showed me some texts and he was talking about how he's going to give her what she's been missing for so long. They talked about how hard he's going to fuck her as well as the other activities he does with her that I'm not allowed to do.
I finished reading it and my hands were trembling so much that I was afraid of dropping her phone. And in that precise moment, all of my concerns about our kinky sex life, my growing lust for other porn stars, all of it went away. My wife was my sole focus again.
That night in bed, we talked some more about the texts. She said they were planning a meeting sometime in the future. During the talk, she very matter of factly told me to rub her feet. It had been so long since I had done that, and even longer since she gave me orders like that. I guess she could tell she had me right where she wanted me by my newly rejuvenated attentive behavior. While I rubbed her feet, she gave me the lecture about how I've been slacking in my service to her and that she knew it was because she's been letting me fuck her. She told me that the only way she sees it remedied is by cutting me off from intercourse. It was a shot in the arm to me, and a jolt to my penis. I was rock hard and she saw it. She told me she would much rather have a slave who acts like this than a premature ejaculator during sex.
She grabbed my leaking boner and started stroking me lightly. We made out while I also played with her pussy. She was really wet as we talked about how her pussy is his, not mine. Then I got the Hitachi and took her to orgasm, while my penis was denied any more pleasure for the night. We then cuddled and she talked to me about how she loved me this way. I told her how I loved being a good boy for her, and that she was my Mommy. I told her how slave boys make much better servants than sex partners to their mommies, and she had a favorable reaction to that. I knew the natural order was back where it belonged. Before we both fell asleep for the night, I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. We both knew it was time for me to go back into them. I imagine that the chastity device is next on the horizon.
Although it is proven that my kinks are much more potent than my wife's, sometimes I feel like I am on a completely different wavelength than she is. But it is times like these that make me think that we are in fact in tune with each other. Perhaps we both needed this last break and now we both need the natural order to return. My next blog entry was actually going to be about how I needed my wife to take charge of me again because I didn't like what I was doing. I needed to be in chastity again and I needed to be denied the awesome feeling of ejaculating inside of my wife. I needed her to be the sole focus again. Little did I know that she wanted that too in the same way. It is all about the ebbs and flows of a kinky sex life living in a vanilla world.