Quick Update

Just a quick update to say that I didn't go to the park to see Sofia, and even though earlier today I felt really stressed (and let's be honest, horny) I am now feeling better about my decision.

I am not going to be at the office next week, so I won't see her for lunch on Thursday either (I told her last week) so maybe with two weeks of not seeing her, the thing will calm down, and when I say the thing, I mostly mean her. I don't think I will calm down, because I have not calmed down in more than 20 years.

Like I said, i will be away a week, so no Sofia, but also no Victoria. Just me with a bunch of coworkers on a business conference.

Also, I posted something new in my Victoria's Playground blog (where I explore chastity play from a more theoretical point of view). It's about how both sides win in a chastity relationship. If interested, you can go HERE.

I have more material already written for that blog, so maybe I'll post something during the week I'll be away (if I have any energy left from aaaaaaall the sex I will be getting alone in a hotel room in another state, which according to my latest calculations will be... uh... Zero)

I hope Victoria gives me a farewell blow job... I know I don't deserve it, but I still hope.

Caught in the act and a Dangerous Invitation.

Part 1: Caught in the Act

It was Sunday morning. Victoria had woken up early and I found the bed empty besides me when I did. I sighed and thought about all things that are not happening, and felt like an idiot remembering those days a couple years back when I could have all the sex I wanted but I was unhappy because I wanted her to dominate me.

My thoughts strayed as they usually do when I'm alone with them for a while, and evolved into fantasies as I started to masturbate. The door was closed and the house was quiet. I edged myself and stopped, wondering if I should just finish it and go along with my day. Yes, I decided. I will take care of this, like Victoria wants and then be able to go outside and be on a better mood.

I was pretty darned excited when all of a sudden the door opened and Victoria walked in, catching me with my slippery penis held with both hands.

"You want me to lock the door?" she asked, unfazed.

My face must have gone from red to purple.

"Can you help me?" I asked, cursing inwardly at the lame sound of my own voice. It was the first time I had spoken that morning and the voice came out more a pathetic whimper than usual. .

She looked at me for a second or two. I totally expected that she was going to say no, but she answered with a question of her own.

"Can you wait?"

I said yes, and she told me that she would be back when she was ready. I don't know how long it was, because I think I may have slipped into sleep for a few minutes there, but she came back and told me to uncover.

"You didn't keep it hard for me," she said looking at my now flaccid member. "You have to keep it hard for me."

"I will," I said, now that I knew.

She told me to get comfortable and gave me a relatively short blowjob, probably just with the intention of shortening the time the handjob would take and then proceeded to take the lotion and do her thing.

Several times she played and placed pressure on my ass, which got me very excited, but then she pulled back, never really entering. I don't know why, but she used to insert her fingers in my ass before, but she has not done it for years (even though now she totally fucks me with the strapon). This back and forth actually caused a delay in the process and she ended up playing with my penis longer than she should have need to.

Eventually she got tired and had me finish the job with my hand while she rubbed my balls and my ass with her other hand. She cuddled with me for a little while, which made me feel closer to her and less depressed. I have been depressed recently because of my lack of closeness with Victoria and my fantasies with my Ex.

Part 2: A dangerous invitation

Which brings me to today. Yes, it is Thursday, and we met again. She wanted to go to the Indian restaurant and of course, just like it was those many years ago when I knew nothing about my own submissiveness, what she wants, she gets. I had a curry made with pistachios. Pretty good. She had a vegetarian dish that I can't pronounce, much less remember. She's no vegetarian, she reminded me, but she liked the ingredients listed on the menu, so went for it.

The lunch went mostly uneventful. She didn't mention anything related to the subject of this blog while we were in the restaurant, and didn't even wear the boots she had word last week, even though she had said she would. I didn't ask why, because I don't want to give her the impression that I am asking her to wear them (which she probably would). After we paid, separately, even though I offer to pay, and walked out she asked me a startling question.

"Want to go to my place Friday night?"

OK, here is where I need to be really honest with myself. I was wondering if something like this was about to happen. I mean, come on! I'm not an idiot! This woman used to suck and swallow me every night! She is not the same girl she was back then, but she has been seeing me for lunch for the last , what, five weeks? Four?

I declined, politely. Why was it so hard? (And not only talking about the decision to say no)

She smiled. Knowingly.

"It's not what you think," she said. "My baby is going to be home, you two can meet. I just want to catch on and talk about things, These lunches go by so fast and there is always people around. I want to get to know you again... be friends."

Oh, the irony...

When I broke up with her that long time ago, she told me that she wanted to continue being friends and I said that I could not be her friend, because after all we had been through together we were "all or nothing". Yep. I actually said that. The wisdom of the ages...

"I'll wear the boots," she said musically, sticking her tongue out at me when I looked.

"You've always worried too much," she said when I said I could not. "Look, I'm not trying to seduce you. I promise. If that changes you'll be the first to know, OK?"

"What?" I asked. Not sure I understood.

"I'm not interested in you right now," she said. "Not THAT way, anyway, but you never know. I might change my mind. If that happens, I'll tell you, so you know I'm not trying to trap you".

"What if you change your mind before Friday?" I asked. Only half joking.

"I'll tell you and you can leave," she said. "If you WANT to."

I looked up again, She laughed. "Oh my god!" She said. "You have not changed!"

I said that I had to leave, but she tried one more time.

"Look," she said, now more serious. "If you feel weird going to my house, How about me and my baby go for a picnic by the boardwalk to watch the sunset and you just happen to walk by and I invite you to have a sandwich with us?"

"Can I think about it?" I asked.

"We'll be there anyway," she said. "from around 6 til dark. You're welcome to drop by and have a sandwich if you want."

"Ok."

We parted.

And I have been thinking about that all day. Why did that woman appear again in my life? Why do I still like her so much that for the very first time I'm actually afraid that I could cheat on Victoria?

It would be so unfair to cheat on Victoria now. She's given me my children and the best years of her life, literally. And has tolerated me and my follies all this time.

I can't.

I can't.

But it's so damned hard!

I don't think I'm going to that picnic. No matter what Sofia says, it is not safe, emotionally for me, even if nothing happens.

More Surprises at the Thursday Deli

I felt bad that what prompted me to write this was an encounter with my ex, Sofia, and not by something that happened with my wife, Victoria. So, I’m adding an update of things with Victoria first. This turned out to be a longer post that I expected, so I left some thoughts out. I may post another one soon with my ideas of what's going on....

A few days ago I wrote about the dream I had when I had sex with Victoria. Well, the next day I told her about it, in what I thought was a totally innocent manner, and she snapped at me. I don’t mean she made one cutting remark, or anything like that. It was a real, full-fledged drill with yelling and the works. She told me how insensitive I was, that I obviously didn’t understand that she was in pain and could not have sex, because when she did she didn’t enjoy and was in so much pain afterwards that she could do nothing else… And she went on and on.

And on...

This was really hurtful and confusing to me, because ever since she told me about her problem, the only times we’ve had penetrative sex have been when she asked for it. I have not asked, and on at least two times, I asked her if she was sure before entering her. One of the times, she she changer her mind and said no, but the other one she rushed me into doing it.

I really think there is a missing link in our communication here, because apparently she feels that I’m pushing her into having sex when nothing could be farther from the truth.

Well, that’s that for Victoria. Clearly I have to have a talk with her.

Now, back to Sofia.

Today, when I walked to what is becoming the Thursday Deli to have lunch, I found Sofia already there. She was sitting on one of the outside tables, next to the one we sat on last week. She was fooling around with her phone, but put it away as soon as she saw me. She smiled as I noticed that she was wearing high-heel boots. The rest of her outfit was a very serious dark grey office set with a short skirt (since she is petite, all her skirts are short) and a white blouse, but I noticed the boots first because she was sitting cross legged so one of her boots extended beyond the table.

I said hello and was about to sit when she told me to stop, which I did, thinking that perhaps there was something on the chair, but there was nothing there.

“Kiss my boot first,” she said pointing to the tip of her black boot and waving it around.

I stood there like an idiot, stammering instead of saying anything. Why was this happening? For the first time in my life a woman had ordered me to kiss her boots and I could not do it. I didn’t know that I could sweat so fast on a relatively fresh day.

“I knew you weren’t going to do it,” she said lowering her foot to the sidewalk and laughing.

I recovered enough to ask her why she had done that and she reminded me of last week, when a hot girl from a nearby office had walked by on boots and I had mentioned that I would kneel and kiss her boots is she asked me.

“Well,” she said after I confirmed that I remembered. “I wanted to show you that you wouldn’t do it, and you should not say you would.”

We both walked into the deli to get food and when we came back, someone else had taken the table, so we sat on the other side and continued to talk while eating.

I mentioned casually that I hoped she had not gone and bought that pair of boots just to prove a point, and she said that I shouldn’t be silly. Why would she spend money to make a point? She explained that she had purchased them a long time back, but only used them for special occasions and rarely for work.

Then she asked me the question: “I knew you were not going to kiss my boots in public, but would have done it if we were alone?”

I had to think about that one. If she had asked last week, or even earlier today, I would have answered yes, of course I would, but after the feelings I experienced when she actually asked, I hesitated. I realized that the fantasy is not that a woman orders me to kiss her boots, but that Victoria does it. I know I can go pay a pro and she will make me kiss and lick her boots to my heart content, but that’s not it. I realized then that I would surely NOT have kissed that other girl’s boots last week, but I could not say outright that I would not have kissed Sofia’s if we were alone.

The difference is that even though we broke up years ago, there is still the connection of having been together and intimate for almost 3 years. This would have been much closer to reality than a pro or the stranger from the other office, but it would still not be Victoria. How would I go home to Victoria after kissing Sofia's boots? But on the other hand, How could I deny that I wanted to do it? 

“I don’t know,” I confessed.

“I think you wouldn’t,” she said. “You feel like you would like to do it, but if push came to shove, you wouldn’t do it.”

“Why are you so sure?” I asked.

“Because that would be like cheating on your wife,” said Sofia. “And you never cheat”.

She paused for a little while, finishing her sandwich and gathering the trash on the tray.

“Remember Diana?” She asked.

I do remember Diana. She was Sofia’s roommate in her first or second year of College, if not both. A hot blue-jeaned blonde with a jerk for a boyfriend who treated her like crap.

“You didn’t cheat on me with her,” said Sofia after I confirmed that I remembered. “And I gave you the perfect chance.”

“You KNEW about that?” I asked, surprised.

“Baby,” she said smiling. “I planned it.”

Let me tell you what happened. This girl Diana had been talking for a while about how she wanted to cheat on her boyfriend and have a secret “adventure” to see how it felt. She never told me this. Sofia did. One day, she suddenly called me at home and told me that Sofia had given her my phone number. It turned out that she was stranded out of town and needed for me to pick her up and bring her over to their apartments. The university was a two hour drive away and I was supposed to head that way later that night, but she sounded really distressed, so I agreed to go pick her up right then.

When I reached the appointed location, I found Diana. She looked gorgeous in her form-fitting jeans and (yes) boots. As we drove away, she told me that she had come to town to have sex with an older guy she knew from before she met her boyfriend, and explained that she did it because she could not stand her boyfriend was wanted to cheat on him. Then she told me that the guy had another friend in his place and were doing drugs and both wanted to take her, so she had fled. During the 2 hour drive she told me how nice I was and how she loved the way I treated Sofia. She totally gave me the vibe that she wanted to replace the cheating goal with me. She even insinuated that her boyfriend and my girlfriend would never know. At her insistence, we stopped at a restaurant for food, and she insisted that she would pay me back, because she had no money. She really hit on me. The fact that Sofia would not be home until late in the evening (at which time I was supposed to see her) came up. I knew then that I could have gotten my way with Diana if I wanted, but I didn’t.

It turns out that Sofia planned it all.

“So it was all fake?” I asked.

“No,” said Sofia. “Diana really wanted to cheat with someone. I just offered you up on the condition that she had to tell me what happened.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked, looking at the time. I had to head back to the office soon.

“I was young and naïve,” she said. “I thought it romantic to test the love you professed. She was beautiful, available and I knew she liked you.”

“But, what if I had taken her on her offer?”

“My loss, I guess,” she said. “Although back then I thought that if you cheated I’d be better off without you.”

“I should have fucked her,” I mused, quickly apologizing for the language.

“Maybe you should have,” said Sofia smiling. “But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t.”

“And I bet you have never cheated on your wife either,” she said.

“No, I haven’t,” I said, with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, although I don’t know why.

The conversation was kind of over, and I had to head back, so we said our farewells and she asked me to put the garbage away, since she was going to stay at the deli a bit longer.

“Should I wear the boots next Thursday?” Sofia asked with an impish grin.

“Only if you promise not to ask me to kiss them,” I said.

“Promise,” she said, a hand to her breast.

And that, as they say, is that…

And then I woke up.

I had nice quiet sex with Victoria last night.

She was laying sideways in bed when I joined her in bed, and as I got under the blankets, I noticed she was wearing a pair of black panties that I like. I went under the blankets but didn't wake her. I toyed with myself a little, got a nice erection, but was too tired and not thinking to pursue anything else.

At some point, my movements must have awakened her, because she moved back towards me, into spooning position. I was still erect and she moaned when she felt it pressing against her pantied bottom. The rest happened too fast, and suddenly the flimsy layer of cloth was gone and I was penetrating her from behind, grabbing her hips and moving rhythmically with her.

I had missed it so much!

It didn't take me too long to get to the edge, and when I was about to come inside my beautiful wife, I woke up...

I blinked. I was exactly in the same position I was in the dream, and was hard as hell, but Victoria was not there. It was already early morning, and she had left the room. It took me a couple minutes to wind down, although my morning wood persisted a little bit longer.

I checked myself and noticed that no, I had not ejaculated in my sleep. That's when I realized, to my frustration, that I had been denied by a dream, teased into thinking I was having sex with Victoria and then have her cruelly taken away from my hands just when I was about to climax.

I have not had sex with Victoria since two weeks ago when she took me with the strap on, and even then it was all for me, as she is in too much pain to accept penetration.

I miss her and I wish that she would let me stimulate her and give her pleasure without penetration. I would be between her legs in no time if she asked, but she never does, and she declines when I offer, even though I have given her orgasms with my mouth before. I think that either she doesn't believe me when I say that I can give her oral sex and she doesn't have to do anything in return or she feels that oral sex is only a prelude and doesn't want to get all worked up if she is not going to finish it with vaginal, penetrative sex. One way or another, she can't have regular sex, and not accepting alternatives, so that's that.

So, here I am, going to work, frustrated by the denial of my own dreams... Add it to the list of reasons to hate Mondays... I am laughing at the absurdity of it all, because I want to be denied, and now I'm upset that I was... Because SHE didn't do it.

Am I just crazy? Please someone tell me this has happened to others.

Lunch with Sofia: A Surprising Revelation

NOTE: Today is Thursday, and I saw my ex again. I realize I didn't post about this, but she works out of an office near mine on Thursdays and she had told me that we could meet for lunch, Since I’m going to see more of her in the near future, I will call her Sofia for ease of reference, which is not her real name. Now, since I don't think it is fair to give her a fake name while I call my actual wife by her initial  so I'll just call my wife Victoria.

I saw Sofia again today. This time, I saw her early enough and waved to her as I was entering the deli to buy lunch. She joined me and asked me if I was going to buy “for here or to go”. I usually bring my food and eat it in my office, but I decided to eat it there, with Sofia. Something interesting is that the last time I saw her, it felt like a temptation, but this time, it didn't. I think it is because I had some sexual release with Victoria recently, not like the last time, that I had not.

We talked about inconsequential things for most of the time, like the weather, my children, her son (or is it a daughter? I don't remember)  but when lunch was nearly over and it was about time to return to the office, a young woman from my building walked by. She is not my co-worker, but I see her often, because she works in an office one floor below mine that must have a young-and-unreasonably-attractive hiring policy, because I have not seen anyone get to that floor, male or female, who does not meet that criteria. She was wearing high-heel leather boots and a short skirt, both black (don’t ask me what was above the skirt, because I wouldn’t be able to tell you).

I didn’t realize I was staring, but Sofia did. In our days together, she would have been very upset at that, and we would have had a fight (part of the reason I broke up with her) but today she just waited until I finished eye-stalking the way-too-young-for-me blond creature. I felt a little embarrassed when I met Sofia’s eyes again and realized that she’d been waiting in silence with a smirk in her face.

“You’ve always been quite the legs guy,” she commented casually. When we were dating all those years ago, she was pretty much flat-chested (not so anymore) so I always made sure she knew that I was a “bottom” type of guy and not a “top”.  It’s funny that I actually used those terms back then, referring to Butts vs. Breasts and not to Submissive vs. Dominant (although they coincidentally correlate). She said legs, but she meant ass. 

“Those boots!” I found myself saying before I realized who I was talking to, looking at the girl as she approached the corner. “If that girl told me to kneel on the floor and kiss them, I’d probably do it.”

Now, I have no idea why I blurted that out to Sofia. I have never told anyone anything like that (well, I told a few friends from high school in a class reunion once, but it was a joke). My theory is that since I had an intimate relationship with Sofia before, and I have no attachment to her now, I felt confident enough to make such a comment.

I finally realized what I had done when Sofia asked me if I liked dominant women. I looked at her again, and she was smiling innocently. I said yes, and I told her that I had fantasies of submitting to women.

“You never mentioned that to me,” she said. She would have indulged back then, even if it was only a fantasy, because we were young and she was of the “try everything once” persuasion.

“I didn’t know it back then,” I said. “I discovered it years after I married to Victoria”.

“Does she dominate you?”

“Well,” I said, finally hesitating, my boldness fading quickly at the mention of my wife. I don’t think I should be sharing private information about my relationship with Sofia.

“It’s okay,” she said, waving a hand. "It's none of my business”.

Of course, my non-answer had been eloquent enough, so I found myself blushing.

We finished the meal in silence, or rather I finished in silence. She had finished several minutes before. It was time for me to get back to the daily grind.

“You know?” Sofia said when we were leaving. “I wish you’d had told me back then”.

“I couldn’t,” I said, “I didn’t know”.

“I know,” she said. “I know, but everything would have been so much better.”

That REALLY got my attention. And I mean REALLY! I stopped. We were supposed to walk in different directions, but I suddenly felt an urgent need to ask her why she had made that comment.

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I guess I was afraid of you being gay or something.”

“What?” I asked. I don’t know what registered on my face, but Sofia started to laugh. “Why you say that? You were with me thinking I was gay?”

“I didn’t THINK so,” she said. “But sometimes I was afraid you might be... Don’t you have to get back to work?”

I did. I had actually exceeded the time allotted for my lunch break. Not that my bosses (I should tell you about my bosses some time) are too hard on enforcing it, but one should never abuse the privilege.

“I really want to know more about that,” I said as we bid farewells again. “Are you going to be around tomorrow?”

“No,” she said. “I won’t be working from here until next Thursday (August 6) but I’ll be in town Tuesday if you are up to having lunch again.”

I hesitated. August 4 is a special date for me, and I had been planning to take the day off to do something with Victoria (we have done something special on this date 3 years in a row) but it seems like we won’t be able to this time.

“I don’t think I can make it on Tuesday, and I’d hate for you to come down and not find me” I said.

“I’ll see you Thursday then?” She asked.

“Yes,” I said, as we parted ways. Last I saw her face, she still wore an ample smile.

Now, I’m bank home, wondering about the gay thing. I don’t have anything against gays, but I have never felt same-gender attraction, and have always identified as straight, so it was very curious that she thought I could be gay. I’ve been thinking about it and have no idea why she thought that. Blasted schedules that I’ll have to wait one week to find out.

Pain in the Ass

Surprisingly, My rear end is in pain today.

Being super horny after having multiple fantasies, but trying to avoid further temptation, I send a text message to Miss V where I asked her if she would use the strap on on me or give me a spanking. She answered with a simple "Yes", which left me dubious of what she had just agreed to and upset at the nature of compound questions.

Well, she had told me she would be home at 8 pm, which is really early for her job, and that she should not be tired, so I decided to be prepared for both eventualities and let it be. I know she dislikes being "pestered", so I avoided that.

I prepared myself, meaning that I cleansed well, inside and out, and cleaned the strap on dildo, which had not been used in a while, so it was a bit dusty.

When she arrived, she told me she had to do some computer work, and asked if we could watch a couple episodes of one of her shows. I was not about to say no to that, not when a spanking or a strap-on session awaited, but fortunately, the show was one that I also like. We watched two episodes, and then she asked me if i had prepared for what was to come. So, the strap-on it was.

She bid farewell to the kids, and asked me to do something, which I don't even remember, and to then meet her in the room.

When I got there, she was holding the silicone dildo and the harness and told me that she had forgotten how to set it up. She handed it over for me to set up. The irony didn't escape me that I was assembling the weapon she was about to use on me. Once I installed the barrel on the gun, I handed it back to her, and she put it on, clearly showing that she had not forgotten that part. Then she brought is over and placed it next top my already erect, but significantly smaller tool. She likes to do that. To bring her purple toy next to my flesh and blood one and touch them together. This time she didn't mention the fact that I'm a couple inches shorter than she.

Then she lubricated it.

"There," she said, spreading a towel over the bed.

I stood on  the side of the bed, my legs spread wide and leaned over it, so she could take me from behind, but then she slapped my ass with the silicone spatula. I think I've mentioned it before, but it hurts! It is not a thud, but a burning swat. She spanked me three or four times then asked me if I got it.

"Got what?" I asked. Foolish me...

For answer, all I got was a rapid succession of slaps with the spatula. I was expecting anal play, not a spanking, and it was not nice, but it made me feel her power, so I submitted to it.

"Got it now?" she asked. 

This time, I rapidly said yes.

She put the spatula to the side and entered me with the dildo. By now it was a little dry, so I asked her if she could lubricate it some more. She did and it entered gloriously.

She took me hard and long, the hardest and longest she's ever taken me. While she did me, she also hit me with the spatula, but since she was occupying some of the area where I am usually spanked, her impacts had to be mostly to the sides. After a while, I had a cramp on my leg and asked if we could switch positions, to which she responded that she thought that I was on a roll. I consented to remain bent over, but lifted my left leg over and rested it on the bed's side beam. She thought I had done this to allow her access to my penis, and crossing her right arm under mine, she grabbed it. Then she got closer and started to fuck me slow, while playing with my penis, squeezing my left nipple with her other hand and biting my neck. She did this for a while, and it was the best sensation I've ever had from anal play in my life (granted, not a lot of anal experience here).

When she grew tired, I asked again if I could turn around and she said yes. I laid face up, my ass at the edge of the bed and she entered me from there. This time I could look at her as she went inside and out of me. It was a sublime experience, to see her move, not as mechanically as I've seen her before, but with a fluid, sinuous movement that appeared real (I think, I have never seen someone with a real penis entering me).

I finished with a very strong orgasm. A lot of fluid came out in several spurts.

Her business done, she pulled out and started to clean herself.

I could not move, my muscles were locked into place and she had to help me get up. Later she told me to get her water, and that this had been a great workout.  I couldn't agree more.

So, that's the story behind the pain I feel in my abused asshole today. There is barely any redness on the cheeks, because the spanking was not severe enough, but my ass did take some punishment. 

I love this woman.

She wants something...

Yesterday, I saw my ex again, and we talked for a bit. She told me about her kid, showed me pictures of him and asked me about mine. I was a little embarrassed because I have a new phone, so I only have very few pictures. She made some mandatory jokes about men at my expense and then told me that she was happy to see that I had found what I had been looking for and was happy. Nothing more, regardless of all the fantasies I've been having. It was in a public place, near my office building. Of course I wasn't really expecting that she would come out of nowhere and want to have me back. It was all fantasy.

I came back to the office to end the day, and got a call from Miss V. You don't know this, but she rarely ever calls me. Usually she texts. I took the phone and she told me right away that she wanted to sleep in tomorrow, as in "sleep in". I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she didn't want to do anything, but wanted ME to DO. Then she told me straight up that if she didn't get hers, I would not get mine.

This was surprising to me, not only because she already told me that she didn't want to have sex with me anymore, but because she was being so forward, which is very unusual for her. So there I was, maybe half and hour after having a chat with my ex, getting hard just because of my wife's phone call. She has the power, and if she used it, she could do whatever she wanted with me. This is so true, it's almost scary.

I obviously responded that I would do whatever she wanted me to do, and she said "We'll see..."

I will not see her tonight. She is working until late, and I'm sure I'll be wondering what she wants me to do, I know she wants something, but I don't know what.

What would I like it to be? (Warning: Pure fantasy. I don't expect any of what follows to become real)

She wakes up before I do, and starts playing with my cock to wake me up. When I'm horny and awake enough, she grabs me by the balls, hard and interrogates me about my encounter with my ex. It turns out someone told her that I had a coffee with her and she was waiting to see if I was going to tell her.

She tells me to kneel on the corner, grabs me by the chin and scolds me about trust and reliability. She decides that I won't be getting any sex for a week at the minimum and tells me that she is going to put me in the chastity device and that we will talk in a week about how long I will stay locked,

She gives me the hardest spanking I have ever gotten. Tears come to my eyes as she goes left and right, left and right. Then when I'm about to be broken, she tells me that she has decided that I'm going to serve her orally. 

I do, until I'm exhausted, and she finally has an orgasm (she's slow to orgasm orally) and then she tells me to get out of her sight, go make breakfast, do the laundry and clean the kitchen, I am not allowed to address her until these three things are done,

(End of Fantasy)

Well, this is irrelevant, because it is not going to happen, but she clearly wants something, and I wonder what it is.

Probably some vanilla act, so I better not get my hopes up.

More details to come.