tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048777617517624372024-02-19T00:44:18.282-05:00i'm Her husband and She is in charge!Practicing a Female Led Relationship, loving yet strict Punishment and Discipline, plus sexual Dominance and submission (including Cuckolding)....has saved our marriage, deepened our bond, and enriched our lives together. We are more in love with each now than ever before.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440126433365979449noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404877761751762437.post-5781515235687449702012-04-02T12:30:00.002-04:002012-04-03T09:12:19.825-04:00LEARNING THE ROPES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>Q has really been getting more and more in to rope bondage these
past few months...Yesterday...i spent the majority of the afternoon
immobilized by Her ropes of varying lengths and thickness as She teased and tormented me...</b>(verbally and physically)<b>...i
was made to worship Her heels and feet for what seemed like an
eternity....while She smoked, and textd away on Her phone!...She leisurely stroked Her pussy through Her panties...as i was bound helpless with only a view up Her tight, black "clubbing" dress that She had chosen to wear while Dominating me...She invaded my asshole with first fingers...then a dildo while making me beg Her to fuck me with Her strapon...And once i did...She laughed and denied me "the honor of taking Her cock"....Q tried so many different variations of tying up my penis
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<i><b>She even wrapped a piece of rope around my testicles...separating the pair...and then finishing it off with a slipknot around the top of my scrotum...She then passed the other end through the ring in my collar...and pulled until i was bent over at the waist and secured me in this fashion...With my hands tied behind my back...my naked backside made the perfect, vulnerable target for Her leather strap!...And when the repeated blows to my ass and thighs began to make me jerk upward...the noose around my balls pulled on them tighter and tighter!</b></i></div>
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<i><b>Anyway...it scared Q so bad that our "playtime" kind of fizzled out right there as She untied my hands and balls and we gently inspected my testicles for any serious damage...this morning i found a dark purple bruise about the size of a pencil eraser on the backside of my left nut!...my ankles and wrists are slightly chaffed from being restrained...and there are still...several angry, red welts from the whipping i took from that knotted rope!...</b>(honestly, it turns me on to see some residual marks from our "play"...like badges of honor so to speak!)<b>...On another positive note...yesterday while checking my balls...and apologizing profusely for hurting me so....Q began to place tiny little kisses all over my ball sack...murmuring Her regrets...and making little moaning sounds as She told me how much She "loves my balls"...and how much She loves to "suck on my hard cock"....which by then was rock hard...So, She had moved me from the floor to my leather chair where She got down on Her knees between my spread legs and made sweet, gentle love to my penis, balls, and asshole with Her hungry mouth...</b></i></div>
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<i><b>Taking Her time...sucking slowly...so slowly...and moaning as She gently took my balls into Her wet mouth....teasing around my backdoor with Her tongue...making sounds as if She were having an orgasm while She expertly deep throated my shaft...She never sped up to hurry me along...even when i got close and asked for permission to cum...She moaned Her consent...and slowly...slowly sucked on me until i felt my hot cum shooting into Her equally hot mouth...Q continued to suck and stroke me after my ejaculation was through...as if to urge all the cum left inside my length to enter Her loving mouth...And even though She had swallowed my entire load...i could still taste my salty deposit on Her lips and tongue...when She moved to sit on my lap...and kiss me with all the love in Her heart....Then...a little while later...Q got me hard again...this time riding me for Her pleasure...riding me until....in the end...i did have a creampie to clean from my Wife's wet pussy...So i guess "playtime" really wasn't over...just interrupted! </b></i></div>
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<br />khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440126433365979449noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404877761751762437.post-74774280837166513602012-03-16T16:12:00.000-04:002012-03-16T16:12:50.502-04:00I'm Meeting Him Tonight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrPX3Qj52_GRCSRGLiXqtrOfciELX5w-lCCq7FiFg9HwwEYIc4ie3wdhblazogvl0omk6Y6aJHpuSeatN1taRo8Hn0J45_5cZISE1orCcg5EaTnKIWIyxOgh3yiGhvaI4xgk1xLkV-sY/s1600/-+-+-+-+0000+1+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrPX3Qj52_GRCSRGLiXqtrOfciELX5w-lCCq7FiFg9HwwEYIc4ie3wdhblazogvl0omk6Y6aJHpuSeatN1taRo8Hn0J45_5cZISE1orCcg5EaTnKIWIyxOgh3yiGhvaI4xgk1xLkV-sY/s400/-+-+-+-+0000+1+21.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">Not "him" him! Not my extremely handsome and well endowed black lover, Dominick. Sorry to say, things didn't quite work out for us. We had two different, incredibly hot dates in his bed! But as fate would have it, Dominick met a woman that has turned out to be someone quite special to him. And not married! I'm really happy for him, don't get me wrong. I was just looking forward to a few more rides from that beautiful cock of his. And unlike the prevailing cuckold themed sites that tend to cater to an interracial fetish, that's really not what attracted me to him. It truly didn't have anything to do with the "Big Black Stud on the Hot and Frustrated Horny Blonde with the Little Dicked White Husband" scenario! But I must admit, his cock size aside, there is something distinctly different in the way a black man fucks. I'm only speaking from my experience which is quite limited! But there's something in the way they moved on top and behind. A little different sort of thrusting motion you know?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">Anyway! Whooooa! Is it hot in here to you? Like I was saying, I'm meeting another him tonight. Paul. You regular readers may remember him from a few months back. He's my hot blooded Latin lover from Spain, who happens to have very nice and capable cock between his legs as well. Not nearly as large as Dominick's.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">And that's a good thing! Cause Paul is a big fan of anal sex. Giving not getting! And this girl hasn't had any anal action in a while. (Except for with k! And that's me doing the giving there!) I plan on going for something else tonight as well. I'm going to use my charms,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">to convince Paul into letting k watch me suck his dick in the very near future. I mean like as soon as practical! I finally think k is long over due for a cuckolded man's fantasy to come true! But I'm just gonna start him out by watching me blow Paul. And I want to be able to throw in a little humiliation and dominance, as well as put on a good, hot, slutty performance for my cuckolded hubby's benefit! Paul already knows about my marriage and k's submission. Being a macho, Latin guy, he thinks it's hilarious and shameful that any man would let his wife treat him in a dominant fashion. Much less let her romp around in another man's bed! And with that type of male superior attitude, Paul will be the perfect man to parade my submissive husband in front of! Just imagine the interaction between those two! And me there, with one loving, submissive man who worships me. And another who fucks me like he may never see me again! Whoooooa it's really getting hot in here now! lol!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">And don't go feeling bad for k guys! I took his chastity cage off last week before we went out of town to do some house hunting. (we're buying a summer home in the mountains, to get away from the incredible heat during the summer months where we live) Though our son was with us at the hotels, I had plenty of chances to make wonderful, satisfying love to my husband, quietly under the covers after our little guy went to sleep! k got plenty of pussy, a couple of long slow blowjobs, and I even managed to march him into the bathroom to piss on him in the tub! That is after I "made" him jerk off onto the toilet bowl rim while I worked two fingers in and out of his cute little butt!!! You should have seen k licking his cum off of the toilet, and the bathroom floor! And then getting a face and mouthful of my pee! Yeah guys, don't feel too-too sorry for my poor husband! I always make sure he has his fun!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last year...in August...Q and i made a decision...one that proved to not be very practical...we decided to consolidate our postings from our two blogs...down to just one...We thought by streamlining the two...and by making the postings shorter...and not so long winded...that we...or i...would be more inclined to make more postings...see...the postings here...on "i'm Her husband"....were getting fewer...and farther apart...So the idea was to begin posting all of our fantasy caption segments...and our own personal...and intimate moments...all on one blog...and we chose to do this on our Blogsite "iHonorHer",which you can visit by clicking ( <a href="http://ihonorher.blogspot.com/?zx=e5f82de330d35091" style="color: yellow;">HERE</a>)...So...between August 4th...and December 19th...there was no posting here on "i'm Her husband"....All posts...fantasy and reality...were available at our other site...This only caused confusion for some...because they only visit this site...and for others...mainly interested in quick...fantasy captions accompanied by hot images...judging from some of their comments...were a little put off by the interruption of the fantasy world flow...by posts about feelings and love...and what it is to be a submissive to one's mate in the real world!....And quite frankly...the shorter versions of our personal adventures just seemed sort of flat....So...in mid-December...we reverted back to utilizing both blogs...and we resumed posting on a somewhat regular basis on this site again...But it did leave a gap of information here on this site...a gap in the time-line...that might leave some readers of this blog...especially our newest readers...a little confused about how we got from point A...to point D...without any explanation...So i came up with the idea to import all the posting that truly belonged over here....from over there!....To fill in the gaps....But...Q suggested...that maybe it would be easier...and less confusing...to just post the links to those stories...and arrange them in chronological order...so as to bring those readers who only visit this site up to speed...after all...we may have more viewing hits at "iHonorHer"....but we have more registered followers here at "i'm Her husband"....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>Q phoned me from Her office this morning..."Hey honey!....How's your day goin?....Uh-huh...yeah...good...ok...Well...the reason I called...was to give you a heads up!...See...I'm really in that mood today baby....you know....the one where your ass is in really good trouble?" </b>(i began to get that sinking feeling in my gut, but a steady rise in my jeans!) <b>''Sooooo....fair warning....tonight your going to find yourself bent over and tied down good and tight!....Because...the way I'm feeling right now...I'm going to spank your bottom till you won't sit down for a week!"</b> (She said this while giggling like a school girl!)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">Julie's post is a sort of mini book review, touching on points that appeal to her, and her relationship with her husband. She is also recommending this book to women not quite sure about their husbands kinks! I love the way Julie and I see eye to eye about doing these things to bring pleasure to our men. Yes I am dominant! And yes, my wants, needs, wishes, and pleasure ultimately come first and foremost! But a large part of my pleasure, happens to be keeping my submissive husband happy as well! This type of attitude, I know, flies in the face of many a dominant woman's philosophy on how to treat a male sub. But k is my husband! I amuse myself as I please! And I take great enjoyment from seeing that k is not only disciplined, but sexually satisfied as well thank you very much. And it just so happens, that catering to many of his little fantasies not only turns me on and gets him off, but it also conveniently works in my favor, by helping to establish my dominance, my control, to all areas of our life!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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But the fact that he had kept a pair of my Wife's panties sent waves of jealousy and powerlessness rushing through me! All in the span of seconds, i remember thinking how unfair it is, that he would be able to enjoy something of "mine", over and over in the privacy of his own home! I couldn't help but envision him, putting Q's panties to his nose, anytime he wanted! Smelling the evidence of Her need for him, left behind in the fabric of those sexy little underthings! Being able to rekindle in his mind, Her arousal, Her response to his touch, his conquest! Jerking-off again and again to my Wife's heated scent!) <b>Like I said...this all flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye...and my nose and lips were already touching Her there...distracting my thoughts of him....The smooth cheeks of Her ass...pressed against my eyes and forehead...Her heat was intense!...Her scent strong...humid and wet...kind of musty and sour...but in a rather pleasant and arousing way</b>(if that makes any sense)<b>...I know Q is not the type, to not clean and freshen Herself a little before dressing after sex...so like i said...there was no river of semen spilling out for me to have to "cleanup"....But there was no mistaking the odor of sex...very recent sex!...And my penis was still causing me quite a bit of discomfort...what with it desperately trying to defy the confines of it's plastic cage!....my tongue sought inside the puffy folds of Q's hairless vagina...i tentatively licked from clit to to back...tasting Her hot moistness...it was awkward from my position on my knees...and Q's legs being held so closely together by the confine of Her jeans around Her thighs...caused me to have to really work to get in there....but i continued...gently probing a little deeper with my tongue..."Stop fucking around and get on with it!" She barked..."And stay away from My clit!...you're not down there to get Me off....you're down there to get yourself a taste of black dick!...That's what you really want isn't it?...you want a taste of black cock from inside My pussy!"</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-N9oeU9YER9oxUht_t7wc3WEtIYZKkPtLFeMqxjFpwMGp9p16Znm58Ls0Fnew8LD6eJOANBAoJuTARKWWdt-9e_XFtDefJgvyi0a0aAcJnFUpXMceVt28Cb09-huIiMeEneAQh9yU7rY/s1600/-+-+-+-+0000+1+89+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-N9oeU9YER9oxUht_t7wc3WEtIYZKkPtLFeMqxjFpwMGp9p16Znm58Ls0Fnew8LD6eJOANBAoJuTARKWWdt-9e_XFtDefJgvyi0a0aAcJnFUpXMceVt28Cb09-huIiMeEneAQh9yU7rY/s1600/-+-+-+-+0000+1+89+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a><i><b>....my face burned with shame and embarrassment...The way She was talking to me...sweet one minute...hard and Bitchy the next!...Q was now ordering me...to do what i had been "made" to beg for!...and i dove in to eating Q's pussy like i would starve to death if i didn't....Her taste was tangy...Womanly and salty...i have never felt so much heat coming from Q's pussy!...</b>"He must have fucked Her like an animal"<b> i remember thinking!...Or else Her after-glow...really was glowing hot!...i was moaning into Her wetness as if i were the one getting oral sex...i stopped licking and opened my mouth wide...to try and take Her entire cunt into my mouth...i had my lips...totally surrounding hers!...i was trying to suck every bit of fresh fucked essence from deep inside Her...."Whoa boy whoa!" 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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">Do you remember Saturday afternoon babe? When I dolled up all hot and slutty for you? The way your eyes hungered for me as you watched me putting on my makeup? The way your cock was swelling inside it's tiny little cage while I slipped into that sexy, revealing outfit you love to see me in? Do remember the looks I was getting from all those other men as we walked through mall? Staring at my cleavage, my tits pushing against the thin fabric of my top? Staring at me strutting around in those tight pants and ultra high heels that you so love to suck on? I saw you once, looking behind us to see if that group of service men were checking out my ass after we walked past! Do you remember that? It was making me wet knowing what all those guys, and all those men walking with their wives were thinking! And it was making me want to do things to you, knowing that you knew, that I was getting off on being such a hot little show off!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">But before that, do you remember holding the sacks of the things we had bought, and holding my purse as I browsed around that department store? Ah yes, you were so patient as I took my sweet time looking at everything! And then we came to the housewares dept. We looked at some really nice cookware for you to use in the kitchen. And then I saw the bar stools! The moist need I felt between my legs had my mind racing with all kinds of wicked, nasty things as I led you by the arm towards them. I chose one high backed model to inspect and pulled it out into the aisle for a better look. Do you remember how I had you put all the bags down, and how I whispered in your ear, "Assume the caning position."? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>Last night...Q had me kneel naked by the side of the bed...i watched in awe as my gloriously naked Wife slipped Her feet into some ultra-sexy "come fuck Me" heels...She lit a cigarette and stood above me... flaunting Her power and beauty...She began parading around our room...hot and proud...as if finding things that needed Her attention at that moment...She leaned up close to the dressing mirror to check Her makeup,</b>(She had put on more makeup at that time of night!...i knew She was wanting some fun!)<b>...With Her cigarette clenched between Her teeth...Q donned Her pearl necklace and earrings...then turned with hands on hips to look down on me again...as if for my approval...She had to have seen my hardon!...It felt huge!...She looked both elegant and slutty!...She moved to the bed and crawled on hands and knees...like a lioness...until She was even with where i knelt...and then turned Her beautiful ass towards my face...i had the perfect view of Her sexy bottom...and the smooth, bare lips of Her pussy and asshole!...</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>Q ordered me to begin licking the soles of Her shoes...then to suck both heels..."Pretend they're a cock you want up your ass!...Make love to them with your little slave mouth!" She mocked....After some time...She ordered me up on the bed...on my hands and knees behind Her...Q's back was arched...Her ass up high and inviting...God how i wanted to fuck Her in that position!...It's been so long since i've had Her like that!...Q ordered me to lick Her asshole...from the position we were both in...to reach Her ass with my tongue...my hips had to be pressed against those sharp heels...my weight bore down as i stretched to get my face between those soft ass cheeks...causing my erection to be pinned painfully between my body and one of those cruel heels!...i love the smell of my Wife...and i breathed Her in as i feasted on Her backdoor!...She made little moaning, "yummy" sounds as worked my tongue in and out and around Her asshole...Q wiggled Her feet ever so slightly from time to time...causing me to moan from the sweet pain of those shoes...though it hurt like hell...my penis remained as hard as iron....and i continued to love my Queen's ass as if i were starving!</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>In time...Q ordered me up...and rolled onto Her back...Her nipples were hard and erect...a slight sheen of moisture glowed on Her skin in the lamp's light...the pearls stood out...white and pure against Q's tan...She extended one leg...toe pointed...and told me to remove Her shoe...while the other toyed with my erection...leaking, and dripping with my need!...i removed Her shoe and bent to kiss Her foot...She used the ball of Her sexy foot to push my face back..."Just do as your told, and remove My other shoe slave-boy!" She barked!....i did as commanded...Her bare toe teased my wet cock-head...Q had me reach for the lube in the nightstand drawer...and slowly, maddeningly worked some onto my throbbing member!...Then, after rubbing the excess from Her hands onto the arches of those bare feet...She rolled back over and arched that sexy butt up in the air again!....placing those slippery, bare feet together...Q told me to slide my "pee-pee" between Her two feet...and lean in to begin worshiping Her pussy...puffy and wet...so inviting just below Her ass...i buried my face between those cheeks again...my nose pressed directly against to opening to Her asshole....my tongue snaking between Her outer lips...i reached to spread Her cheeks for more access...."No hands slave! Work for it!"...so i rested my weight on my arms...eating Her drenched pussy...my greased hardon gripped between Her feet...i involuntarily began pumping against them...it felt incredible...and when She didn't object...i began to really stroke myself between them!..."While your fucking My feet...imagine i've let you mount Me like you use to!...Imagine yourself on top of Me...fucking My brains out the way I let My boyfriends do!...Fuck Me baby!....Ooooooh fuck Me!....Fuck Me harder!...HARDER!!!"....my God i pounded away at Her feet like a porn star....fucking Her pussy with my tongue...sucking and nibbling on Her clit till She began to scream in ecstasy....i began cumming all too soon...but i just couldn't stop myself....i humped Q's feet...all the while wishing i was fucking Her doggy-style!....i felt all that hot cum mixing with the lube...making a sticky...slippery mess!....Q was cumming as well...cumming hard!....She fell away...face down onto the bed...releasing my spent member from the grip between Her now messy feet...</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">"I just wanted to have a little fun with you yesterday babe...I wanted to torment you some...to watch you squirm....I thought it would be fun to make you jump through a few hoops!....And it was!"....Q absently gave my erection several long, soft, slow strokes before giving my balls a little squeeze and saying..."Now put that thing away...and go make sure all your chores are done...I may feel like playing with you later this afternoon!"....You can bet...as soon as i post this...i'll be making sure that <u>everything</u> in this house is exactly to Her liking!....Because we haven't "played" seriously in a while...and i do so wish to please Her!</div>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440126433365979449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404877761751762437.post-43483424556877628592011-05-27T22:25:00.000-04:002011-05-27T22:25:39.155-04:00She Stood Over me...So Gorgeous and Powerful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqGKM3HTCUkZG0uVJhaHaLEtA4-RCGRhqU7_WRQE36khuFUa_B-V5Bl3Zc-Xyc-lGOC6IewK1rq5HpsK-mBO7fgu3K_a1M_0lUE0UnfiNl7n-Ar1QUM6vOfi6iRG2R5yhyXl-1QfOGR0/s1600/-+%252B+00000+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqGKM3HTCUkZG0uVJhaHaLEtA4-RCGRhqU7_WRQE36khuFUa_B-V5Bl3Zc-Xyc-lGOC6IewK1rq5HpsK-mBO7fgu3K_a1M_0lUE0UnfiNl7n-Ar1QUM6vOfi6iRG2R5yhyXl-1QfOGR0/s320/-+%252B+00000+19.jpg" width="220" /></a></div> <i>(Q-twin)</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No...as i gazed up past Her thighs...and over Her exquisite tummy and breasts to watch Her smoking...Q layed out quite sternly what She expected of...and from me this long holiday weekend...Yes we have a cleaning lady who comes once a week...and a lawn service as well...but there are still certain household chores and responsibilities that like any other married couple, we divide between us...but for no other reason than because She can...Q has decided to delegate the lion's share of these to me this weekend...and as She stood above me...so naked and beautiful...so authoritatively sexy and serious...i couldn't help but feel my penis begin to stir within it's cage as She made very clear what would happen if i shirked in any of my assigned tasks...and just to make sure i was convinced of Her seriousness in these matters...Q had me bend over Her make-up chair for 10 strokes from Her cane!....These She administered only after She had removed Her panties and stuffed them in my mouth...(for humiliation purposes as well as to muffle any cries or yelps that may result from the beating!) And these were full fledged...no holding back swings Q took at my ass to get Her point across!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As usual...Q has made the actual posting of Her picks an act of submission on my part...Q is parading around in nothing but a white thong and Her tan...and i am sitting at the computer with an 8"....ribbed dildo up my ass...the weight of me sitting on top of it keeping it inside me....She has promised to give me a "nice little fucking" with it after i'm finished posting 20 photos here, and 20 more on my other blog at this link - <a href="http://ihonorher.blogspot.com/2011/04/qs-picks-last-post-for-week-or-more.html?zx=3a68e05cd29afde2">iHonorHer</a>...this particular dildo always leaves me a little raw from the ridges and ribs all over it!...But God it makes for an intense anal experience...with me still being locked inside my chastity cage...the full feeling in my ass...the highly erotic images Q has given me to post....and this hot, naked blonde mercilessly flaunting Her body in front of me...my penis has painfully swelled as much as allowed by it's plastic prison...i think i should get on with the task at hand!<br />
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So here they are...Q' Picks...we are getting ready to leave on a short trip...a little mini vacation, so i won't be posting for a week or more...i hope Q's photos on both blogs hold everyone over till then....i thank you all for visiting my sites...i'll talk to you again when we return....See ya!<br />
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</div>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440126433365979449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404877761751762437.post-61944957318671502922011-04-20T21:23:00.000-04:002011-04-20T21:23:40.210-04:00Can You Help Us?<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night as i stood naked in our bathroom, brushing my teeth for bed...i heard Q squealing in delight..."Baby you gotta see this!"....She came running into the bathroom with Her laptop...not content to wait for me to finish and join Her in bed...."Look at this babe!"...Her eyes were bright and She had a smile from ear to ear...Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric of her tank top..."We absolutely need one of these!" She said in a breathy...matter of fact tone...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">i had to agree! i gasped when i saw this wonderful toy, designed to bring such devious torment...yes i agreed, we have got to buy one...and soon!...Q never fails to pay close attention to my balls...whether in torment, love making...getting and holding my attention...or strictly for punishment purposes...She knows nothing causes me to fall in line quicker than when She has my testicles firmly in Her hand!....And this....this device would provide hours of fun for us both....and agony for me!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">So...does anyone know what this vise-like object is called?...Could you recommend a web site to us...please...please...please....i would be so grateful for your help!...i really get hard during an intense ball torture session!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keeping in mind the photo above...and the ensuing conversation it sparked, and the other photos we viewed online involving CBT....and the fact that Q still has my penis locked away inside the CB-6000s....</div><br />
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Can you guess which part of my body Q chose to amuse Herself with last night?<br />
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Oooooh it hurt....soooo....good!khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440126433365979449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404877761751762437.post-65379324648300775232011-04-18T13:05:00.002-04:002011-04-18T16:23:50.482-04:00i Knew i Had It Coming....<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Q had already pulled my pants down around my ankles...and had taken me over Her lap to blister my bare bottom with Her hairbrush...She was not fooling around...to say She was angry with me is only a partial statement...i had completely ignored...and then disobeyed Her direct instructions...She was upset...and very disappointed in me...and that in itself hurts more than the punishment...almost...i was sorry for what i had done...and She let me know in no uncertain terms that i would truly be sorry by the time She was finished with me!...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You see...Friday night as i knelt on the bed...i was about to worship Q's body by using my tongue as commanded...when i humbly asked if i could be let out of chastity...Q smiled sweetly and answered simply "Maybe."....and after long, deliberately slow oral worship...i was holding the ashtray for Her as She smoked and savored Her afterglow...i asked again...respectfully...might She unlock me...She thought for a minute....and said "Noooo....not tonight....I don't feel like dealing with your pee-pee tonight!"....i know She saw my disappointment....<i>(more like pouting!)</i> but She just ignored me and eventually just went to sleep....The next morning...as Q was primping in the bathroom mirror...i inquired again....you see i have been locked in my CB-6000s for well over two weeks now....and i was beginning to feel the pressure...actually fear...that She was going to leave me locked up far longer than She ever had before!....so i asked...."Please baby...can i be let out of chastity now?"....Q turned with a wicked grin on Her face..."Is that anyway to beg for something you really want?....I don't think so!".....i dropped to my knees...i bent to kiss Her painted toes...."Please honey....please unlock my cage....please i'm begging you...i really need out...i need to come so badly....Please Mam....i'll do anything....please take this off me....please?".....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Q looked down on me....and with both hands on Her hips, She said..."Need?....you need?...you mean you want!...you want out!...you want to come!...you, you, you,....want, want, want! Don't tell Me what you need! I know what you need!...And I know what you want!...What you should concern yourself with is what I want...what I need!...And you best start remembering that...you are for Me to use as I see fit! And right now...I want to keep your penis locked away...and I need you to forget you even have one until I'm ready to let it come out and play! Now don't ask again...I will let you know when I'm ready...understood little-man?" i answered yes Mam...but i still wanted...and it's all i could think of throughout the day...and like an idiot...Sunday afternoon i got on my knees again and asked/begged to be released....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Q closed the book She was reading with frightening finality..."What did I fucking tell you?"...Her eyes literally blazed with anger..."Are you fucking deaf?...Or just plain stupid?"...this was not how i expected things to go...but looking back...well...too late....Q was out of Her chair and off to fetch Her hairbrush...and once She had me over Her knee...She lectured me on how inconsiderate, and selfish i was...on how She thought She had taught me better than that...on how i arrogantly ignored Her wish for me to focus on Her...all the while raining fire down on my backside....i couldn't help but kick and squirm...this time She was really tearing my bottom up!...She actually shoved me off Her lap..."Get off Me!" She said with disgust..."And stand up...I'm not fucking done with you mister...not by a long shot!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">And that was how i ended up face down on our bed...secured spread eagle by the restraints attached to the bed frame and hidden under the box springs...two pillows beneath my hips...my ass elevated and in the ultimate position...making an easy and vulnerable target for Q's wrath...you see...after She was done taking the hairbrush to me...Q took me by the ear and led me up the stairs...all the while i stumbled along due to my pants bunched around my ankles...still apologizing...hoping She would show some mercy...my ass was already on fire...surely She must see i'd had enough...nevertheless, Q had me strip and get on the bed....and once i was restrained....Q stood beside the bed...smoking and lecturing me some more...She told me how hurtful it was to have Her instructions ignored...how my focus was to be solely on Her...how She thought i already knew this to be the rule..."Don't I always take care of you?...Don't I indulge your little fantasies...Don't I always play with that little thing between your legs...and quite often I might add!"....She scolded me all the way through the time it took for Her to smoke Her cigarette...sometimes low and menacing....other times yelling and cursing...by the time Q had retrieved the leather strap from it's hiding place in the closet...i was trembling with fear...and regret...and i was so very ashamed of my behavior....i knew what was coming...and i knew that since She had tied me down...it was going to be very severe...and i knew....i knew i deserved it....i knew i had it coming....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Q lashed my exposed and vulnerable backside with frightening force....there was no gag or pillow for me to bite down on since our son was out of the house...i began to howl from the very first of those vicious blows...i was helpless and totally at Her mercy...which is the point really...i am supposed to have surrendered totally to Her mercies and Her graces....and now She was doing Her best to remind me of exactly who makes the rules...whose will reigns supreme in this house....and what happens when someone forgets those facts...blow after stinging blow came down on my buttocks and thighs....the bed shook as i involuntarily jerked within my restraints every time that terrible piece of leather connected with my already punished backside and thighs....then She walked around to the other side of the bed and started all over again!....Oh my God i was howling and crying out louder and louder...the tears began to flow....from the pain or the shame?....Maybe both....but all i could do was lay there and and take the punishment Q administered with such deliberate intensity...by the time She was finished, and was undoing the restraints....i was a blubbering, sweaty, submissive mess....all my senses seemed focused on my battered ass....i looked at Q through my watery eyes....strands of Her hair had worked their way loose from where She had them pulled back and up....Her face and arms were moist, and glistened from Her exertions....for a moment i caught a look of loving concern on Her face as She held Her hand out to help me off the bed....when i was standing on my unsteady legs...She asked if i thought i might remember now where my priorities lie..."Oh yes Mam...i do...You are my focus...You are my reason..."...i blubbered on, sniffling and wiping tears and snot from my face as i continued on about how She was my Queen...my Goddess...on and on....Q took me firmly by my balls and led me to a corner in our bedroom...."Well then you stand right here and think about all those things you just said!....Because i expect you to live them!"....She went on, "And look down at your penis...see it in that cage?...That should represent more to you than just a denial device...That should remind you of My power...My control over you and this marriage!...How I do as I please....and how you are to do what pleases Me!...You better think long and hard on these things little-man....I am not afraid to tie you to that bed again to make Myself clear!....Are you going to need another lesson today young man?"...., "No Mam...no Mam...please...i'll be good...i'll be your good little boy...i promise."....This is where Her beating had reduced me to...a pleading, and sorry, naughty little boy who now needed forgiving....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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