Nervous as a teenage girl...

My order is here. It seemed an eternity as I waited and waited for it to arrive, but faithful to its promise, the UPS guy came here yesterday afternoon and dropped off my package, or should I say V's package?

We opened the box last night, even though V warned me that we could not do anything with it because we had a previous engagement. When I saw the CURVE, my first impression was that it was larger than I expected. However, after taking it out of the box and placing it in the harness, I realized that it was not as large as I feared.

"Mine is prettier than yours," V said, mockingly. True in my opinion, as I don't particularly like penises.

V tried it on and checked herself in the mirror.

"Wow," she said. "Now I know how guys feel."

I had to ask.

"Well, now I feel different, because instead of being penetrated, it will be me doing the penetration. How do you feel about that?"

"A little nervous," I said truthfully.

She laughed and said that our roles have reversed completely.

She got close and started to rub her toy against me. I got a full erection in no time.

"Take it out," she said, pointing to my crotch. I obeyed. "Oh, yours is still bigger, thicker."

She placed them side by side and played with both, commenting on how the silicon one felt just like mine and how firmly in place the harness remained as she moved around. I hope it behaves the same way as we put it to real use.

"This is an adventure," she said. "But we can't do it tonight (I knew already) I will take you tomorrow."

She took it off and gave it to  me for safekeeping.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked suddenly.

"Yeah," I said.

She teased me that she was going to be my first, but that I should not be afraid because she was going to be nice and gentle with me. Then she told me that she was not an anal virgin and asked me if I found that disappointing.

"No," I said. I knew she wasn't because early in our marriage I entered her anally several times. According to conversations we had since then, she only allowed me to do it because she wanted to experiment, but she didn't like it and that's the reason I never again got tickets to the back door. Although I don;t know for sure, I think I was her first anal partner. Now she is going to be mine.

After that, we left on our errands.

This morning, while still in bed, I was kissing and rubbing her back and I told her I wanted her.

"I know," she said. "You can wait, and today you can't want me, because today I want you."

"Huh?" I'm such an idiot when my blood goes down there...

"I'm going to be the one doing the screwing tonight."

After that, she asked me to make her breakfast in bed and gave me a shopping list. She said she was going to be busy, and that tonight she would have "relaxing sex".

I gave myself an enema, to be ready for her. I read somewhere that you should do it several hours before intercourse, so you are not leaking water in the moment of truth, so I did it before noon. I used warm water and did it three times.  V knew I was going to do it (the enema kit came with her strapon) and agreed to it s long as she doesn't have to be involved. This means that she will not be giving me any enemas, something that would have been very erotic, but I can live without. Then again, she might change her mind later...

Now I'm home alone, super ready for her, but she will not be home until later. She asked me to have dinner ready by the time she comes back, and I am not planning to disappoint her, so I will stop this post right now.

If everything goes according to plan, I'll describe the loss of my virginity as soon as possible.

I'm as nervous as a teenage girl right now...

Another (way better) Spanking

I should have posted this yesterday, but had no time, so here it is. There is another post that should be written today, so if I have time, I will double post today.

I received a better spanking this time.

I had left some clothes out of place (very few, mind you) and V came over to my side of the bed and pointed at them.

"What is this?" She asked in the severe tone I have come to associate with good things to come.

I started to pick the clothes up to place them in their proper place when she asked me if I knew what the maid would do if she found out that I was making a mess in "her house". (See the past few posts to see who the "maid" is)

"I don't know," I said meekly. I wanted to say that she would tie me up face down on my bed and give me a spanking that would last me a week, but I said nothing.

"She's going to be mad," she said. "Very mad, and you are not going to like it."

I placed the clothes in the hamper and V called me to her side. She asked me to do something, which I have to confess, because of what came after, I don't even remember, but she made me agree to it.

What I remember is what she did to make me say yes. She took the kitchen spatula that she used to spank me the last time and started to ask me questions. Every "yes" answer earned me a hard slap on the bottom. Every "no" only earned me a soft caress. In the end, she told me that I had to agree is I knew what was good for me, and I did.

After I agreed, she called me "good boy" and told me to get naked and give her a foot massage. As I began to lower myself to my knees, she ordered me to stop and indicated that I should do it in reverse position and with my ass up. She proceeded to lay back as I knelt beside her with my naked behind in her direction, sticking up.

As I worshiped her feet, with massage and kisses, she inflicted quite some pain on my behind. Every time I slowed down on my attentions to her feet, she stopped spanking me.

"You stop, I stop," She said, which drove me crazy and I started licking and kissing her feet with more intensity, as she returned the "favor" on my burning behind.

"Keep that butt up!" She said whenever I faltered, emphasizing her words with a quick slap. "This will be a work out for you."

This time she didn't show mercy. This time she went hard on my bottom and I felt the burning even the morning after, even though I could not see any markings. I can't feel it anymore, and there is not redness, so even though it burned as it hit, it was nothing compared to what some others around here are getting.

It was still amazing, though. Really nice, and made me feel really grateful. Being down there at her feet, being free to express my love to her via foot worship while she spanked my ass red made me feel her power and control in a way that I could not even imagine just a few months (no, weeks) ago.

She just came into the room, pulled my chair back, making me stare at her upside down face.

"You are going to do the dishes," she said matter-of-factly. "And you are going to do them as soon as we finish eating, or I won't be doing any cooking tonight, Got it?"

"Yes, you get it." She said before I had time to answer.

So I left this post unfinished, walked to the kitchen, wore her apron, which is probably going to be mine pretty soon (no need to rush things now, right?), and did all the dishes.

Good times.

Patience...

I was not able to submit the order for my strapon (V's strapon, to be technically correct) because there were no funds on my bank account and my other credit card was at the limit (until today).

Bad Economy anyone?

So, I finally managed to submit the order today, and now have to wait until it arrives. This is where patience is needed, because just thinking about my Princess taking me from behind makes my knees jiggle, but I have been too excited as of late and need to take it a little easier.

This morning, after drawing a RED marble and giving V an unreturned orgasm, she told me that I had to do something with my day.

"We are having a lot of fun lately with all the sex," she said. "But you need to do something else. You can't be thinking about sex all day long. The whole idea of this was to make you more productive."

You see? All I planned to do today was to wash the dishes and do the laundry, both things that V asked me to do, but she wants me to do other things, like work on my own projects. I think I have been smothering her with my "needy" behavior.

I'm glad she understands that orgasm denial makes me more productive (or that it's supposed to) but I need to be careful no to wear out my success and her fun by being too overwhelming or overbearing.

For the rest of the day, I have been engaged in other activities (did the dishes too, of course) and even though it is first and foremost in my mind, I have not mentioned or done anything sexual.

I think she noticed, because before leaving the house for a personal errand, she came behind me as I sat in front of the computer, rubbed my back a little and reminded me that now we have the money to order her strapon. I think she did this to let me know that she is not upset, and still wants to take me from behind, but that I have to be a little more patient...

So, today's post is brought to you by the word PATIENCE

My first spanking...

I am on a roll (or should I say Miss V is on a roll?)

I arrived from work and V was in the bathtub. She sent me a text message telling me to go get in the bathroom. When I did, she told me that she was horny and wanted to be touched, but told me that I needed to go work out so I could get a green marble later.

She told me that she wanted me to get a green marble tonight, because she wanted me to come inside her. I told her that she could always made decisions, and that the marbles were only enforced for me.

"What?" she asked. "Change the marbles in your favor? Never! I'm having too much fun!"

I'm successfully creating a monster...

"You know what I want?" I asked. "I want you to spank me hard."

"Will you fuck me hard?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll spank you."

Later, when we got to the room, she undressed and asked me for the container that had the marbles, which I immediately gave to her. It only had 5 green marbles and 11 red ones, so I was not hoping for a green one.

It came out green.

"I wished it to be green," she said as I removed my clothes. "Get over here, boy"

As I approached, she pulled me and slapped me hard on the right cheek.

I kind of allowed her to place me on her legs and she more or less spanked me. She asked me if it was hard enough and I said that it could be harder.

"But your butt is red already," she said.

I told her that as she knows, I get red easily, but I was not hurting, and that if tomorrow I could not sit because of her spanking, it would only make me think of her.

"You are a weirdo," she said, spanking me harder. "But you are my weirdo."

She told me that she could not spank me any harder because her hands hurt, and I mentioned that that was the reason many spankings are done with implements.

She asked me for a kitchen spatula, I brought a plastic one with holes, which I hoped would have some sting and she proceeded to spank me some more, except that she asked me to turn around and screw her while she did it. I was so excited that I came before she did, but I managed to keep going long enough for her to get an orgasm as well...

"Thank you," she said.

"No," I said. "Thank you."

Then she asked me if I wanted to go outside and call everyone to bed, and I said no.

"What?" She said. "You just score once and now you think you're all that?"

She took the spatula and smacked me with it again to the rhythm of go-call-the-kids-to-bed!

I did as I was told and she commented that the spatula didn't seem to have the same effect on me after sex as it had before.

"It felt the same," I said, to which she responded that she was not talking about the sting on my butt, but my emotional response. I didn't know what to say about that.

After all was finished, I placed the spatula by my bedside table and told her that she could do it again whenever she felt like it.

"Of course," she said.

Now as I sit writing these lines, my butt is red and I can feel the heat of my first spanking, but I'm quite sure that by morning it will be all gone, because it was not that hard. It was her first time, and she really tried, so I know I will get it harder in the future.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Yesterday I mentioned that I thought Miss V wanted to hide behind her "maid" alter-ego to punish me. I think that is right, because at some point during my spanking today, she mentioned that the maid is very upset with me, and that when she comes (when her uniform arrives?) she is going to put me in all fours and beat the crap out of me...

I can't wait    ;)

About to be taken with a Strapon

As promised on Yesterday's post, here is an account of the conversation V and I held while on vacation. This happened very early in the morning, as we laid in bed. We'd had intercourse the night before and I had not been able to sleep after that. V was just waking up.

V described to me a "weird dream" that she had, where she had a penis, not a regular penis, but more like a malformed appendix that hung to her front and was totally dysfunctional. She said that it also looked "fake". I listened to her story and could not resist the temptation to suggest that I would love it if she would try doing me from behind with a fake.

"Really?" She asked.

I answered in the affirmative and explained to her that while I would never consider having sex with a man, I think I'd very much enjoy being on the receiving end of the relationship if she was the giver. She told me that she was curious, so I pressed my case and showed her some images of strap-on dildos. She pointed at one and said that it looked "sexy". I asked her if she would like to use it on me and she said that she would need to think about it.

We continued our conversation and she told me that a couple years ago, she would not have even considered something like this (I knew it! I've been saying this in my blog for a couple years now!) but that now she feels more secure and confident and understands that people can have different ways of enjoying themselves. She said that she was so glad that we could have this kind of conversations and that she thought that if I had brought this up when she was younger, she might have felt threatened, but now she was more open to new ideas. I felt like pushing it all the way, before the mood disappeared.

"Wow!" She said pointing at another one of the images. "With this we can REALLY switch roles!"

"No way!" I said. "This is way too big (it was huge) and you are not putting it inside me!"

"Now you know how I feel," she said laughing.

"But I'm tiny compared to THAT!"

"Not to my ass, you aren't"

I understood she was referring to anal sex, which we did several times early in our marriage, but she declared off-limits afterwards due to pain and her opinion of it being dirty.

"I can't believe I'm actually excited about this," she said. I have never done this, it is something new!"

"I haven't done it either," I said.

"We will be virgins again, with all the clumsiness and shyness and all that."

The conversation ended in her declaring that she would think about it some more before making a decision. I confessed to her that I was really excited with the idea of her fucking me from behind and thanked her for even considering it.

Two days later, I asked her if she had considered our conversation and she said that she had not, but the day after we returned from vacation, when I went into the room, she asked me if I liked something she was looking at on the computer. I walked in and saw a very sexy french maid outfit. I told her it was beautiful and she said that she would buy it for our "maid". My wife has a running joke where she tells everyone (family, friends, kids) that she doesn't do any housework ever, but that we have a maid that actually comes and does it for her. She was even looking at sexy french maid high heels, which I found very enticing. I like how V keeps growing in her confidence and seems to enjoy her erotic power more and more. It is promising, exciting and a little scary.

Anyway, since she had brought the "shopping for sexy stuff" topic up, I felt encouraged to ask her again about our vacation conversation. I was a little hesitant because I don't want to scare her or anything, but also, I don't want to waste opportunities to progress to the next level.

"Yes," she said. "Buy it for me, but make it beautiful."

My daughter overheard her saying that, since the door was open and she walked in asking what she was going to buy.

"Shoes," responded V.

"Oh, I want to see them," said the girl walking past me and looking at the computer.

Uh, oh...

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I asked my wife if my daughter had seen the sexy maid outfit and she told me that she had shoes on the screen. That was a pretty darned fast maneuver right there...

Anyway, I asked her what she meant by "beautiful" and she said that she didn't really know, but that we should look at them together and she would judge.

We did.

I found myself rejecting some "cute" ones because they were too big, and she rejected many because they were ugly. In the end we settled for a Tantus Curve strapon kit, which I'm trying to picture here:   

 

 

 

The conversation ended in me telling her that I didn't care for the look of the strapon, but only for the size of the dildo, and that all I wanted from the strapon was that she liked it and that it was comfortable for her, because if it was not fun for her, it would not be fun for me. She ended up by saying that she hopes that it will stay firmly in place, which sounded so promising to my ears that I already placed the order.

 

If anyone reading this has any experience with this kind of stuff, I'd love to hear it. I've never done this, so I'm ordering a numbing lubricant and an enema kit as well.

 

 

I can't believe I am about to be fucked from behind by none other than my wife!

Progress in Vacation

We have been away for a while, disconnected from the Internet and the stress of every day work.

We were travelling out of state, visiting some relatives of ours. We had fun (in a quiet, relaxing way) and are now back home to our day-to-day routines.

In terms of our relationship, there are several highlights to this vacation:

1. I took my marbles with me, which was good, because V was very willing to continue our game, even at someone else's house.
2. The odds were low, because we spent a few days on the road and those earned me red marbles.
3. I ended up drawing marbles 4 times, and only one came green, so I only had one orgasm during our trip, while I had intercourse 4 times (and was teased more than that). The one orgasm was terrific.
4. I made another confession to V about my secret fantasies. I think this deserves a post of its own and will leave it at that for now. For now I will say that she is actually thinking about it.
5. V literally ordered me to make her breakfast in front of my sister, and not only that, but she said "and make your sister whatever she wants to eat." I ended up cooking for the both of them while they relaxed by the bar. My sister was not too surprised by my wife asking (her husband helps around the house a lot, although he is not submissive, as far as I can tell) but she was timid when telling me what she wanted to eat. I ended up making the same breakfast for both. 

After I had my lone vacation orgasm, I could not sleep. I was still awake when V got up at 5:00 am, super tired, but too excitable to fall asleep. We both think that it may be because of the change in hormones after the orgasm, but we are not sure. I hope this does not become a problem, because it may limit my ability to have orgasms on a working day, and even though I crave denial, I still want my orgasms.

Another thing that has happened is that V is starting to use her decision power over the marbles, which was one of my goals when introducing the game. She did this in a few ways during our vacation:

1. One day, she gave me something additional to do, under the promise that if I did, I could get 2 green marbles in the container instead of one. I did as she told me, of course.
2. On one of the red marble days, I was penetrating her with great intent when she told me that she was already satisfied, but that I had a choice, I could keep going until orgasm if I "paid" (gave up) 3 green marbles (leaving only one in the container) or I could stop myself whenever I felt I was about to come and keep my count intact. It was a very hard decision (pun intended) because my denial days were at 7 or 8, but I remembered the last time my marbles were all red and it took 10 days for a green one to come up, so I stopped myself. She patted me on the head and said "Good Boy! Something good will come out of it, you'll see" 
3. The next morning, two marbles came out of the container when she  shook it, one green and one red. She decided to pick the green one because "it would have come first" even though I could see the red one on her hand before the green one fell. That was my only orgasm all vacation, so I didn't protest.
4. She ordered me to do three things in the morning and noticed I was less than enthusiastic at the idea, so she added that I would do these three things or she would change all my marbles to red. I looked at her and she smiled and said. "Now, THAT called your attention, eh? What are you going to do today?" After I repeated the three tasks back to her, she laughed out loud and and said "This is great!"

I love it when she uses her power over me like that and strive to obey her whenever she does, to encourage her and help her gain confidence in her ability to get her way with me by exercising erotic power.

Stay tuned for a description of our latest discussion, coming soon...

Lucky Release after 10 days

I woke up Monday morning with the raging hard-on that is becoming my morning companion. 8 days of denial had gone by and I was feeling quite desperate. I started rubbing V's back and she asked me if I wanted a quickie.

"I don't know," I said like a bumbling idiot. I don't even know why I said that.

"Marbles," she said, in that sweet but final tone that I'm just discovering.

She pulled a red one, as expected (1 green only) and ordered me to fuck her. I had barely penetrated her when I felt that I was about to cum and stopped. This is what I was afraid of, and I had been so glad that I had been able to give her multiple orgasms the previous days, but this time I couldn't.

She immediately pulled out when I said that I could go no more.

"I'm sorry," I said in all honesty, sounding like the lamentation of a lost soul.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "It's okay."

"I owe you one."

"More like three, boy," she finished.

I worked out and added a green marble to the container, ending the day with 2

On Tuesday, V surprised me by bringing me breakfast in bed. A little unusual as of late, but it was something she felt like doing, so she did. I was late and gobbled it up almost without chewing and ran to work. That afternoon, I worked out, and brought the green marble count to 3, but it really didn't matter because no marbles were drawn this day.

Later in the day I remembered that in my hurry, I had not even thanked V for the breakfast and I sent her a message doing so. In the afternoon, I told her in person and also thanked her for playing the game with me. I told her that it is really working and that it keeps me motivated to work out.

"That's good," she said with what I could call a wicked grin that made me go uh-oh...

On Wednesday afternoon, we arrived at home almost at the same time. I was walking into the living room when the boys entered through the kitchen door. I said hi to them as they walked by. Then my beautiful wife walked in, so I waited for her to give her a kiss. She pulled me back towards the kitchen, where the boys could not see us, pushed me against the wall and kissed me quite aggressively, getting her tongue deep into my mouth.

"Don't ask why," she said before sticking her tongue in my mouth again. I wasn't about to ask.

"So what's your plan for tonight?" V asked.

"I'm going to work out right now," I panted.

"You better," she said, giving me a soft slap in the bottom.

I worked out again and changed a marble to now have 4 green.

"Marbles," she said that night.

She pulled a marble, inspected it without letting me see it and suddenly bursted into laughter.

"Guess what you got?"

"Red," I said, 75% percent chances were with my guess.

She opened her hand and I saw, lying there in all its glory, a green marble.

I could not stop smiling. After 10 days of denial, I was going to score again. I hopped in bed and we made quite a bit of noise. I was a savage, ravishing V with the full intent of avenging 10 days of denial. She seemed to enjoy it more than usual as well, perhaps because of my energy level. I have no idea how many orgasms she had. I didn't count and didn't ask, but I know she had more than one, and possibly more than two.

My orgasm was hard and long.

Afterwards, I could not sleep. Every time I was about to fall asleep, I jumped, so I ended up getting up and working on a project on the computer. I was hyperactive, went to bed at 0400 and slept only two and a half hours. I don't know the reason for the insomnia. In the past, I have always slept better after sex. The hyper activity may have been caused by the exertion, or by the hormonal changes after orgasm (I have gone without sex for short periods before, never 10 days, and never with tease involved)

I know 10 days may sound like nothing to some, but to me it was a long time. It was a new record now that I don't relieve myself anymore. Now, another cycle begins. We will see what it brings.