FILLING WHERE IT'S EMPTY....

 

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 ( HERE)...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"....

So here are some of the missing pieces to the little puzzle of our sex lives...we invite you to click the titles in yellow, and enjoy each entry...there is a lot to read...and quite a lot of hot...Femdom images to illustrate our postings...and while you're over there...feel free to browse around a while if you never have...We hope you enjoy yourselves....

 

(Q-twin)

August 15, 2011 - 69 AND A FINGER OR 2

September 1, 2011 - ONLY FOUR DAYS.... 

 

September 21, 2011 - THIS IS WHAT TOOK PLACE, EARLY SUNDAY AFTERNOON

 (Q-twin)

 September 21, 2011 - CUCKOLDED SUNDAY AFTERNOON

September 22, 2011 - HAVING FUN IN OUR NEW BED

September 24, 2011 - Q DOES THIS....  

September 28, 2011 - THIS VERY WELL MAY BE HAPPENING TO ME THIS WEEKEND!

September 29, 2011 - ON ANY GIVEN SUNDAY

  OCTOBER 3, 2011 - "This weekend is about Me, and her!"

(forgive me that this link is out of order...but it was inspired by a talk Q had with me...prior to the events of the next two links...i added it here for continuity)

 October 1, 2011 - Q IS SHARING OUR "SECRET"...AND JILL MIGHT GET HER WISH

 (Q and Jill-twins)

October 2, 2011 - SUNDAY MORNING : SERVING Q AND JILL

October 14, 2011 - Q....AND HER IMPLIED THREATS OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION

  

 

OCTOBER 15, 2011 -  THIS IS THE CB-6000s....

October 22, 2011 - Q AND JILL TAKE A GIRLS NIGHT OUT

OCTOBER 25, 2011 - OH MY GOD!...LOOK WHAT Q FOUND!

(This has since become one of Q's favorite toys. Particularly when She's feeling the most Dominant and cruel!...She just loves Her ropes, restraints, locks, and clamps!!!)

 

OCTOBER 30, 2011 - A LONG, HARD DAY AHEAD....

November 5, 2011 - Q LOCKS IT UP!....AGAIN!

NOVEMBER 8, 2011 - ROBERT'S POSTING REALLY HITS HOME

November 29, 2011 - WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK 

 (Q and Dominick-twins)

December 3, 2011 - WAITING FOR Q

 December 4, 2011 - It's About Time I Got Around To Doing This

 

 December 7, 2011 - On My Tummy

 

(Q-twin)

Do You Remember Saturday Afternoon?

 

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!

Do you remember how I caught you sneaking glances at those young college girls! (I always do!) Girls dolled up for the same reason I did; to get the guys to stare! I know you remember being bent over in the living room when I got you home! Bent over with your pants around your ankles! And I know you remember the twenty licks from the strap you received for not keeping your focus on me!!! 

                                                              

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."?

You looked at me, almost pleading with your eyes, but you did as you were told! I stood back and admired the way your cute little butt looked in those jeans. You were leaned over onto that chair with your legs spread (The way I require him to do, so that while I am caning him, I can reach down between his legs to squeeze his balls to emphasize a point!) as if a cop were about to frisk you! Do you remember how I slowly walked around the bar stool twice, as if deciding on whether or not I liked what I saw? You couldn't really see the look we got from a couple shopping several feet away. And by then, I saw the salesman glancing my way. He hadn't seen you in such a vulnerable position yet! But I knew from the way he smiled at me, he would be coming to my assistance soon!

Do you remember how I feigned disappointment with that particular stool, and had you bring out another one of my choosing? This one was about waist high on you, and had no back rest on it. This time I told you to assume the spanking position! I couldn't help laughing out loud at you! Your face was fire red as you bent completely over that stool until your hands grasped the very bottom rung! Do you remember me telling you what a good little boy you were for following your Mama's directions? And it was about this time, that the salesman approached. I watched amused as he nervously roamed my body with his eyes. He was staring at my boobs and was about to ask them if he could help me when he noticed you bent over the bar stool! It was hilarious to watch the play of thoughts passing over his confused face! He began to stammer out what ever it was he had wanted to say to me, and at the sound of his voice you instantly raised up. My eyes never left that poor salesman's face as I simply said one word. "Stay!" And you did! Do you remember that honey? I have you trained so well!

That man's face turned redder than yours at my blatant display of dominance. And I stepped away from you both, and with hands on hips, pretended to really study the usefulness of the stool you were draped across. Do you remember that? That long moment where nobody said a word as I scrutinized you with your backside in the air, and the chair that was holding you up? Do you remember the salesman being too transfixed to even do his job? "I just wanted to see how this model would hold up under rigorous usage." I stated. That must have been so humiliating for you! I hope you enjoyed your shame! I for one was having a helluva time! I was so flush with power, I could have fucked you right there for all to see! I circled around you once more, savoring the moment, before without warning, I soundly slapped your jean covered rear on the side that didn't have your wallet! I hit you harder than I had planned. I know because my hand was stinging like a sonovabitch! Do you remember how loud it sounded in that store? I pretended my hand didn't hurt. And I pretended not to notice all the heads that turned our way as I sweetly told you to get up and gather our things. That salesman watched in awe as you meekly rose and picked up our bags, shouldered my purse, and followed close behind as I proudly walked away from that section of the store.

Q

 

"Oh No Mister...Not Good Enough!"

No sooner had we finished dinner this evening, than our son's little friend from across the street came over and asked if our boy could come over and play...This being a school night, we agreed and said he could...but he had to come home as soon as we called him....The boys ran out the front door...and it had barely shut when Q turned to me and said...."Now about you little man...upstairs...NOW!"...from the tone in Her voice, i didn't need to be told twice....

Once upstairs, Q directed me to pull out the chair from Her make-up vanity and place it in the middle of our bedroom...it was clear that my Wife was going to use the brief opportunity of our son being outside playing to administer some of Her special guidance...."Pull those pants down around your ankles and bring Me My hairbrush!"....With my pants and underwear tangled around my feet...i shuffled across the room and back with the wooden hairbrush....i stood there before Her...Q in Her shorts and a long t-shirt...my penis jutting out with a partial erection from the thrill, and the fear of whats to come....Q didn't seem to notice....She looked up at me from Her chair and began to address a couple of issues that She felt needed Her attention!....Mainly the condition i've allowed our garage to get in...She isn't the least bit happy that after parking Her car...She has to squeeze by "my things" just to get into Her house!....She says this has gone on long enough...She has waited for me to take the initiative and clean the garage without being told....but now She's tired of waiting!

Q ordered me over Her lap...."Make it fast!" She instructed....She didn't want to chance our son coming home and hearing, "...what Mommy's doing to daddy!"....Q spanked my bare bottom fast and furious....the brush connecting with my flesh sounded like a machine gun firing!.....There was no counting how many blows rained down on me...and i know Q wasn't aiming for any certain number...She was aiming to make a point....this was a combination of punishment and insurance that i would comply with Her will....i couldn't kick my legs very well due to the fact that my pants had them slightly restrained....but i was squirming and begging for Her to stop by the time She relented and allowed me to get up....

As i rubbed my burning butt cheeks...i assured Her that this weekend i would take care of the garage, just as She wished...."Oh no mister....not good enough!"....Q grabbed my flaccid penis quite roughly....Her manicured thumbnail painfully digging into the skin just behind it's head....She firmly squeezed and yanked me by my dick....back over Her lap for another short, but vicious round of painful smacks to my already punished backside...."you will address your mess....in My garage....tomorrow afternoon! And you will have it done before going to bed tomorrow night!....Do I make Myself clear?".....and by the time Q was finished spanking me....indeed She had!

   

   

     

      

i'm writing this now as i tenderly sit in the bed next to Her....i'm on the lap top....and She has the remote watching TV....and just like in the above photo...ever since my spanking....Q has had the same, self confident....self satisfied....proud of Herself look on Her face that She always gets after really putting me in my place!.....She has graciously allowed me to post on my blogs to "....all your little jerk-off buddies!"....as She puts it....but as usual....and to my great pleasure...lighting Her cigarettes and holding Her ashtray as She smokes...refreshing Her cocktail....even possibly cleaning Her pussy with my tongue after She pees....and any other service She may require from me comes first....i would count myself really lucky if She decides She's in the mood for some oral servicing....actually, as i feel the tingling of my sore bottom against the bedsheets...i already count myself very lucky...and when i post this....i will thank Her again for my spanking...and for all the many other things She does for me!

    

      

(Q-twin)

      

      

Q-'s Picks: Last Post For A Week Or So

Ahhhhh...here it is...another chance for a view inside the mind of a Dominant Woman....by looking at photos Q has found online....photos that show Her perspective on what's erotic...what She finds representative of Her Dominant nature...and what's relative to Her sexuality as a Woman free to explore any avenues She chooses...and as always...She wants Her contributions to stand on their own...no captions or commentary....Q wants to let the viewer draw their own conclusions...to let Hers or his emotions react to the images uninfluenced by anything save the fact that this is a Dominant Woman's perspective...It is said men are visually oriented creatures...i think you will find that these submissions show quite a vision on Her part...it's always a turn on for me when Q finally shares these with us...

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 -  iHonorHer...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!




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!

                                                               (Q-twin)

                                                            (Q-twin)

 

i Knew i Had It Coming....

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!...

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....(more like pouting!) 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?".....

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....

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!"

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....

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....

i know Q left me there...standing in that corner for almost an hour....runny nose....swollen face...i had to pee...my ass felt like it was throbbing in time to my heartbeat...and i just wanted to tell Her i was so sorry...and not because i was punished...but because She was right...i had been so selfish....i did disregard Her wishes...looking down at my penis in it's cage...it did make me think of Her...it did remind me of Her loving Dominance over me...locking my penis away is not about me...even though it does effect me directly...it's about Her wanting to control my body...the one i surrendered to Her...it's about the pleasure She get's from Her power...the thrill She gets from enforcing Her will...Her control over me....and i do love Her controlling me...She does so much for Me....just by Me being willing to put Her first in all things...by Her willing to correct and guide me...She gives a gift far greater than my simple service to Her...Q came to me and hugged me tight...i apologized to Her...i explained that i knew i was in the wrong....i thanked Her for loving me enough...to care about us as a couple to take the time to punish and discipline me...we hugged and kissed some more...then with a sly wink, Q reached down and playfully tugged on my plastic cage...She can be so evil sometimes!

Oh God It Hurts Sometimes

When Q called and asked if i could get away and meet Her for lunch today i got really excited...a nice quiet lunch...just the two of us...no kid...maybe a little late getting back to Her office...almost like a date!...But when She told me where to meet Her...well...there's this little park close to the downtown office district....lots of trees...a winding little road around a picturesque pond...some little secluded places to park...you see...this park is notorious for gay men, as well as some local hetero office workers to slip down to during the day and grab a quickie or two in the backseats of their cars....i wondered what She could be up to...seeing as how i was, and still am...locked up in the CB6000s....

i saw Her car parked in the shade of a couple of large trees...as soon as i pulled in next to Her...Q climbed out of Her car and motioned for me to join Her...She was gorgeous in the outdoors...we embraced and kissed like teenagers for a bit...then She pulled away...held out Her hand and said, "Take off your belt and drop your pants!"...i looked around...nervous and shocked...there was another car parked not too far away though i didn't see anyone in it...Q didn't seem concerned at all as She stood there...one hand on Her hip...the other held out waiting on me to comply..."Remember the rules...anytime...anywhere?"....i did...but out here...by the road?..."I was only going to give you ten good ones...but your up to fifteen now....if you want to try for twenty just fuck around some more!" She said...

Reluctantly i obeyed...i handed her my leather belt...undid my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down around my ankles like i knew She would want them...She stood there smirking at me...as i was naked from the waist down...wearing a chastity device on my penis...and standing right by a public road....i could not believe She was doing this...we have discussed recently, maybe exploring a little public humiliation...i suppose She has made up Her mind!....Q ordered me to turn around and bend over with my ass facing the road..."Grab those ankles little man!" She shouted...and Q dove right in...swinging my belt like a home run champ...by the fourth blow i was beginning to yelp...the next two Q delivered to my tender thighs...damn i never get use to how much that hurts!....it was around the ninth one of those relentless blows that we both heard the sound of an approaching car..."Stay in position!" Q warned....i started to voice my concern that it could be a cop....WHACK!....Q deliberately delivered  an extra hard one exploding across my backside...."I said stay...in...position...bitch!"...WHACK!!!...

i couldn't see due to the fact that i was bent over facing away from the park road...but i heard the vehicle slow and an obviously gay male voice said, "Whew You go Girlfriend!"...."Oh God no..." i moaned..."Please baby...no more...not here!" i begged....Q chuckled and said "Watch this sugar..." WHACK!....WHACK!!....WHACK!!!...three in a row...each one more vicious than the other...but i didn't know which was redder...my bottom or my face...you have no idea how embarrassed i was...You have to visualize a stunning blonde in smart business attire...standing beside a bare-assed man, bent over...holding his ankles...right next to a road in the middle of a downtown park...whipping his ass with his own belt...while some lone gay guy looks on from his car, admiring the view!

i suppose Q kept up with the count...because after another strike from the belt...i heard our voyeur pull off with a beep-beep from his horn...and She told me i could stand and pull up my pants....Q went straight over to my SUV and hopped in the backseat...as i gingerly eased my jeans up over my stinging backside...i watched through the open back door as Q eased Her panties off from under Her skirt...i knew what She wanted and i was eager to serve Her....i pushed the front seat up as far as it would go and crawled between my Wife's open legs...She had worn stockings to work today, and the tops of them contrasted with the bare skin of Her upper thighs and the sight of my Wife's pussy was intoxicating...Q reached down with one hand...and parted Her already moist lips with two fingers....i felt my penis painfully trying to swell within it's cage....

                                                                          

i performed all the tricks with my tongue that Q loves so much...i was drunk on Her scent and lapped at the juices lubricating Her sweet little pussy....i took Her clit between my lips and lightly nibbled and sucked as i slipped two fingers inside Her and fucked Her till She was shaking and moaning in delight...Her thighs squeezed my head like a vise as She road Her orgasms....

Q had to return to work...and before She lit Her "after sex" cigarette and slid into Her own car....She gave me a long, hot, appreciative and loving kiss...She seductively ran Her tongue across Her upper lip, looked me in the eye and said...."Mmmmm...I really do miss the taste of pussy!"....my jaw must have hung open at that declaration as She gave me a sly wink, and put on a show for me as She strutted Her stuff over to Her car....and mouthed the words "I love you" as She drove away....Q had left Her panties in the backseat...(on purpose!?!)...if so...She knew i would be enjoying Her scent as i drove around....and the thought of my Wife at work....those sexy stockings on Her legs...that oh so naked pussy beneath that skirt....Oh God it really hurts sometimes when my penis swells inside it's cage....and i promise you it hurt to sit  on my bottom behind the wheel as well!

i am still amazed as i write this...at how She had the nerve to publicly display Her authority over me in such a way...at how willing She is to make me do the most embarrassing of things on a whim....and what of that comment about, "missing the taste of pussy!"...i know about some times Q has been with Women  long before we were married, but today's comment felt loaded with innuendo....Q is sitting next to me in bed, watching television as i blog this on the laptop....so i spoke of this to Her a few moments ago...She simply answered with a smile, "Baby, I have so many ideas and plans...you just don't know!"

                                                              (Q-twin)            

                                           

 

When A Bare Bottom Spanking Is Too Loud

(i am re-posting this from my other blog - i Honor Her , This was a post from January of this year....But because Q found it necessary to dish out a little discipline last night...and this is the technique She chose....i wanted to share this with you....And though quite painful while it's being administered...the resulting dull ache...much like a severe case of blue-balls...continues on long after the punishment is over....and i seem to find the residual pain some how enjoyable in my own weird, submissive way....)

There are nights when Q decides that i am in need of a punishment or

a maintenance spanking....but with our son asleep in the other room...

a conventional bare bottom spanking can make too much noise!

One of Q's creative alternatives, is to cover my face with Her panty clad bottom...

so that my yelps won't be heard....and She proceeds to give me a ball spanking.

With much less smacking noise...and my face buried beneath Her lovely rear....

Q can administer Her corrective guidance....and quite effectively i might add....

with little or no worry that the small amount of resulting noise...

will wake up our sleeping son.

And no matter the pain....(and there is loads of pain!)....i always end up,

believe it or not....

with a full blown erection by the time She's through....so i am left for the night

with a leaking hardon....a set of sore balls....and still must endure

whatever scolding my Wife may deem necessary!

(and sometimes She just does this to amuse Herself as well!!!)

Know What i Mean?

i Was Thinking / i Was Remembering : First Time Strapon Sex

i have been reflecting on the very first time Q strapped on Her big, black, 10" cock, and in less than thirty minutes...irrevocably changed the entire dynamic of our relationship...i mean...think about it....how can any Woman...mount a male...and penetrate...invade...his anus as if it were a vagina...fuck him through the pain...until he begins to respond...to push back...meeting Her thrusts...moaning like a dirty little slut...how can She ever look at him in the same light as before?...That is before She sodomized him into a totally surrendered, quivering, sweating, state of submissive ecstasy...moaning and useless at Her feet after the humiliating, role reversing experience that being fucked by a Woman with a much larger cock has on the male mind and body...The answer is...neither one will ever look at, or respond to the other, the same way as before.

Just a little over two years ago, our marriage was in serious trouble...we were facing the very real possibility of a divorce, that neither of us truly wanted...so it was that at the eighth month mark of us being separated, living miserably, living apart...that Q came to me with a proposal that She felt would preserve our marital union...She informed me that She had known all along about the "perverted" web sites i was always checking out on the computer...(i could feel my face burning with shame and  embarrassment from the lies as well as the subject matter...and some relief that my "secrets" were out)...yeah...those web sites about Femdom...spanking...Hotwives and cuckolding...She said She knew i sat there like some dirty little boy, whacking away on his dick while dreaming about all those nasty things i was reading about...Soooooo....Q announced, that if i really wanted to make a go of our marriage...She would be willing too...provided that i agree to Her rules...Her way...or no way...it didn't work the way we had been living...maybe She said...if She were to use my fantasies to "our" advantage...the reality would be a marriage led and controlled by Her...sex only on Her terms...all decisions, (though shared and discussed)...would ultimately be Her decisions...and i must willingly and immediately submit to any and all forms of punishment and discipline that She deems necessary...

Needless to say...i agreed on the spot...i could not believe my sudden good fortune...a way to save our marriage...and my dreams and fantasies that i had harbored for so many years...always to afraid to share...to be truthful with anyone about...were now to become reality...But friends...the reality of someone being in total control over you...of being expected to be submissive, all the time...not just sexually...but in all areas of day to day life...is a very difficult task to perform...thus the necessity for quite frequent and harsh punishments...an alpha male's transition to being the submissive partner in a relationship that may seem to cater to his fantasies...but in reality is a complete focus on Her...is much harder than someone who just wants their bottom spanked from time to time can imagine...

That very day...Q took my belt from my jeans...had me drop my pants and whipped my ass and legs for the very first time...i had never dreamed my sweet, beautiful Wife had it in Her to be so vicious and merciless...but She had done Her homework...She had visited and studied all those sites on the web that held my masturbatory attentions...She learned as well as felt intuitively that any spanking delivered half-ass was equal in the mind of a naughty boy/man to no spanking at all...so from then to now...all spankings are to the full extent of how severe Q sees fit...

Those first few real spankings not only left me sore...they were a reality check on how things were going to be for me if i expected to remain married to Her...it also left me feeling very different around Her after they had been administered...i was grateful for Her attentions...but the unspoken communication between us was of the nature that things had indeed changed...but this "feeling" i had was nothing in comparison to the aftermath of the first butt-fucking She gave me...

                                                             (Q-twin)

The first time Q stood before me wearing Her new dick...Her Feminine  stature, and pure sexual power over me seemed to increase right before my very eyes...i felt helpless...inadequate...emasculated...and very, very turned on...my penis sprang to attention but fell far short of measuring up to my Wife's cock!...She had me look upon Her like this for a long time...to fully appreciate Her new place in our relationship...and then to make sure i  fully understood my place...She ordered me to suck Her dick for the first time...i have to say...seeing one's Wife looking down at you while performing fellatio on a huge rubber cock attached to Her crotch...is a humbling, and transcending experience...i began to sink into that place known as subspace for the first time...(seems as if i had lots of firsts to look forward to in my future!)...Q kept me going down on Her cock for a very long time...my knees got sore, my jaw was aching...She had me light a cigarette for Her then ordered me, "Back on your knees bitch...keep sucking My dick till I'm ready to fuck you!"...Q smoked leisurely as i continued to blow Her...it crossed my mind that if this were a real dick...i could at least make it cum, and then it would be over...with a mouthful of cock i looked up at my Wife...i couldn't remember ever seeing Her more beautiful...She seductively drew on Her cigarette...then gave me a look of amused contempt that thrilled, and scared me to the bone...(What must She think of me now...on my knees blowing a 10" cock?) ...Would i still be a "man" in Her eyes?

But it wasn't until Q had me lube up Her dick myself...getting it ready to penetrate Her not so virgin husband's asshole...that i really began to wonder at the wisdom of taking the next logical step...see,  i had in the past...secretly used a small, thin vibrator to masturbate anally with...and Q had many times in the past...slid one or two fingers up my ass while giving me blowjobs...and She always managed to make little jokes about me possibly being "a little faggot" as She massaged my prostate till i came in gallons, all in Her hot, talented mouth...but now my Wife was having me prepare that huge black cock i had just been sucking on...to get it ready for Her to fuck my ass with...now all those photos and films on the internet...all that jerking-off and "wishing my Wife would do that to me"...all those men getting it good from their women didn't seem like such a hot idea any more...Her cock looked enormous!...and if my jaws were aching from going down on Her...what was going to happen to my poor anus?

Then came "The Moment"...the first time...when She ordered me over the edge of our bed...when She instructed me to reach back and spread my own ass cheeks..."Wider bitch-boy!" i remember Her saying with a stern laugh...i was so humiliated...and frightened...and ashamed that i wanted it almost as much as i didn't...i felt the huge head of that rubber dick pushing against my backdoor as i instinctively tightened up...this made no difference though...Q pushed slow and steady...insisting...controlling...laughing...i felt my sphincter opening...wider...beginning to yield to the superior force of entry...i was groaning in pain...it hurt like hell...there was no way this was going to fit in my ass...yet i knew that's exactly what was going to happen...i felt Q stop the pressure...the cock head poised half in and half out..."The Moment" was now...Q said..."I want you to know honey...that from this moment on...though you will still be My husband...everything about us will change...nothing, and I mean nothing will ever be the way it was again!"...and before i could respond, let alone think about the implications of what She had just said...Q gave a firm, steady push with Her hips...forcing about three inches of thick black cock into my ass...i felt as though a hot poker was branding my insides...i begged Her to pull it out...and She did...almost...only to shove it a little further in on the second thrust...i do not know or can i retell how long it took or everything i felt and thought...but Q was determined...and She made sure that i took every inch She had to offer...and then proceeded to give Her husband a right proper butt-fucking...the part i do remember though...is that i began to relish the invasion...the fullness...i do remember the feeling of Her big dick hitting my prostate...i remember moaning like a whore...and i remember when it was over...Q looking down on me in triumph...in complete confidence that i was now Her bitch...i remember shaking convulsively as waves of latent pleasure rushed through me...i remember lying in a huge wet spot of cum...Her cock must have made so much contact with my prostate, that all that come came seeping out without me even feeling it...now there was no hiding the fact from Her...that Her husband definitely responded to having his ass fucked with a big, huge dick...

What i have really been reflecting on is the hours and days that followed "The Moment"...later that day...and into the next few...being with Her in the same room...sharing dinner...riding in the car...whatever...the three hundred pound gorilla in the room was the fact that Q now views Her husband, me, from a totally new perspective...i can't imagine a Woman's thought processes on seeing Her "mate" enjoying himself at the receiving end of a huge dick...but...i do know...that the lovers Q chooses to cuckold me with are not viewed as someone She can sodomize at the snap of Her fingers...and that puts me in whole different category than most men i suppose...and to be fair...She was 100% right...because my perspective of Her changed also...from that moment on...i have somehow become very accepting of not just my role in the marriage...and what is expected of me...but also Her behaviors...Her choices...Her wants...Her needs...Her demands...Her expectations...Her way of loving me...and every time Q gets in the mood to really throw it to me...i eagerly bend over...or open my legs to submit to the humiliation...the pleasure/pain...the loving that's within the act of this type of intercourse...because this is yet another process by which She has not only chosen to subjugate me...but to ultimately, out of love for me...save our marriage!