This will just be a quick, summary version… because I’m so busy today.
Hubby gets home. He’s angry/upset; had send me a few emails earlier about the “Dana discovery”, as it will likely forever hereafter be known.
He’s always been more of a phone person; me, more of an email or text person. We compromise and mix it up all the time. But yesterday, he was all email back to me.
We have dinner. I made something I know he loves. We have a rule: dinner is always at 7pm, unless one of us lets the other one know ahead of time.
Walking in the door, he calls to me to let me know he’s home; I walk over and kiss him. He gives me a hug.
But I can tell he’s in one of his quiet, simmering moods. I respect his feelings, and don’t push it. I never push him when he’s angry; I just let him calm down. He can have a volcanic temper sometimes, but it never lasts.
He goes upstairs by himself to change out of his business suit (his daily uniform).
I make him a drink, and follow him up. Handing it to him in his closet, and kissing him again, he thanks me for it. And downs it in two swallows. I know that means he wants another one, which I go downstairs and make for him.
He joins me in the dining room. We eat, not much conversation. He’s reading something, work papers.
After dinner, I’m in the media room, the TV is on. I’m flipping channels. And messing with my phone, reading emails. He comes in, wants to talk. He’s still upset, but more he’s more hurt/teary than angry as he was earlier.
We talk about what happened, but I let him do most of the talking. He needs to vent.
I gauge the moment, than make a little joke, "at least she saw the pretty one." I’m referencing the fact that Dana saw my big purple strap-on dildo in the sink, which is “the pretty one”, rather than one of the Bad Dragon dildos, which look very intimidating.
Humor is a great way of breaking the ice, and relaxing the tension in a conversation, especially with my husband, who has a great sense of humor about everything.
But this time, he’s not amused; but he also doesn’t snap at me. He’s learned that over the last few years, as I’ve taken the lead in our relationship, the FemDom thing… don’t snap at B!
I try to explain to him that it’s not really that big of a deal, that all couples have some kink in their sex lives (or should), and that I don’t think Dana will judge, etc. She’s a modern woman. She’s not as innocent as my hubby still seems to think she is.
He’s upset all over again about Dana seeing Johnny. He doesn’t like where that is headed. He’s upset that they are getting closer; doesn’t like that I invited them to join us in Cabo.
We talk some more. He’s slowly starting to calm down; his mood is shifting. My husband has always been the type of guy that needs a lot of reassurance in personal relationships; he’s not that way about work stuff, where he’s the alpha male. But with me, he’s always been different. In the bedroom, especially, he’s always been different. It sounds cliche to say it, but I really do think it has a lot to do with the fact that he has a small dick. It tempers a guy’s cocky attitude he’s naked in front of a woman and she can see what he doesn’t have.
I gently change the subject, and talk about a work project he’s been working on, which is going to involve a lot of travel in the next few months… and I talk about our upcoming trip to Mexico, the activities we have planned, etc.
For our trips, I always do all the planning, and present him with options which he agrees to or not; that’s how he likes it. His favorite phrase: "what are the options?"
His penis has been free since Sunday night, not in chastity. I wanted to give him a few days freedom since he’s been such a good boy for me lately.
I change the subject again, and tease and ask him, in my kind sing-song mommy voice, "have you been a good boy for mommy? Have you been jacking off since I released you?"
His quick, somewhat defensive answer, "no." He only answered the last question.
I reach to touch him, and rub his crotch area. "Are you gonna get hard for mommy tonight?"
He has this puzzled look on his face, not sure what to think. Like a lot of men, my husband is ruled by his dick; control his penis, control the man.
I haven’t let him fuck me since I told him about what James said… "he doesn’t want you putting your little dick in me anymore"… although I’ve given my hubby plenty of hand-jobs, a foot-job, and a blowjob since then.
It’s a game I’m playing with him right now. Obviously the "no pussy" rule is temporary. And he knows it. But he also doesn’t know how long it’s going to last; I’m keeping that deliberately vague. And so is James.
Next week sometime is when I was planning to tell my husband about the other thing James said… "he said you can have my ass, but only my ass, not my pussy; you can’t have my sweet hole anymore, only my dirty hole."
Honestly, I think my husband is going to cum in his pants with excitement when he hears that. I’ve never let him fuck me in the ass (except for that one time when I was way too drunk, and he pretty much ejaculated seven seconds after he got it)… I’ve always teased him that my ass was for black men only.
Back to last night… we kiss. Hug. He’s calmed down. I put my most special perfume on before got home; the crazy expensive one he bought for me for Valentine’s Day. He noticed and has his face and mouth on my neck, kissing me. It’s calming him down.
I tell him, "why don’t you go take a shower and get ready for bed." He knows that means I want him to get ready to take my strap-on, that I want to fuck him.
In a strange way, it usually has a calming effect on him, which is what I have in mind. I want to get his mind of the Dana thing.
He mildly resists, and asks me "would it be okay if we didn’t tonight? I’d like to stay up late and read for a while."
I don’t push. "Of course. But why don’t you let me take care of you, I know you’ve had a difficult day."
He knows what “take care of you” means, and he breaks a tiny almost imperceptible smile.
I don’t wait for him to verbally answer. Like most men, my husband never passes up an opportunity to ejaculate.
I start to unfasten his belt and trousers. He lifts up his butt and lets me slip them off. His penis is already hard. I take it in my mouth, gently, so he doesn’t immediately pop off like he frequent does, and give him the best blowjob he’s had in a really long time. I had him where I wanted him, safe and back under mommy’s control.
For a while there I was thinking of ruining his orgasm, getting him right the point of cumming, and then stoping all stimulation and letting his penis dribble and pathetically spurt off alone. But I thought better of it, and let him cum in my mouth, pretended like it was way too much cum, that I could barely handle it all, and swallowed every drop.
Q:(Continued) So now I have encouraged her to go to around 5 parties she wasn't sure whether she should, picked new outfits to show off her beautiful F-cup boobs, and which shocked me the most is she now controls when I masturbate and said i'm going to have to live with the decision. So THANK YOU, our relationship is stronger and happier thanks to you.
That’s beautiful to hear, and the way it should be!
Q:Me and my girlfriend recently just got back together after around 10 months apart, it wasn't our fault we ended but regardless that isn't important, i used to be jealous all the time and would hate her wearing revealing clothing etc and it did strain our relationship, but in the time apart i discovered your blog, and now we had a long talk the decision has came about that she will lead the relationship, and I've never been happier and more comfortable and trusting. (Word limit)
Q:Hi, love your blog, love you, think your awesome. Don't worry about Dana finding the strapon, it will all blow over. I remember when my wife left her fetlife profile up on outlet laptop a night my best friend stayed in our lounge. He read the whole thing, pics, chastity, strapon and how she only fucks big dicked black men. I was mad for a while but I know it was an accident. My best friend and I are no longer friends but my wife's pleasure and our love is all that counts. Cheers pussyboi Ricardo
Thanks. All events in life eventually just blend in to the mix.
Q:Love the blog, except when you play the innocent, stupid, vapid bimbo role. Annoying. As. Fuck. Everyone knows you told Johnny to get Dana in your room so she would see the strap on. Just own up to it & quit trying to be cute. That ship has sailed
I really didn’t, though. If that was my intention, I would have perhaps done that a long time ago.
Q:When are you going to admit that you don't like when anyone looks up to or respects your husband? Dana looked up to him, so you made sure she found the strap on. Business associates & coworkers respect him, so you fuck them. (1/2)
There’s nothing shameful about a man taking it up the ass, whether it’s a strap-on or the real thing. It’s just a sexual act, and a pretty mild one at that. Only faux-hyper-masculine men fear it.
Q:You only want people to see him as you do: as a weak, cuckold faggot pussyboy. You want, need, everyone to know that you run the relationship, regardless of the repercussions. You won't be happy until you expose him to EVERY ONE, including his mother
And when she’s here for Thanksgiving, he’ll be wearing her panties again too!
Q:Your wicked games are the stuff dreams are made of, for so many different guys who read your sinfully delicious blog and either already are cuckolds or are cuckold wannabes with fantasies of being dominated, forced bi, and made to live under the charge of a powerful woman such as yourself. Some say you're mean to your husband, but they fail to see you're simply taking responsibility for your role in living a FemDom/Hotwife/Cuckold/BBC Slut lifestyle and do so with conviction. It's wonderful!
Thanks. A lot of men have the fantasy/dream of being in a hotwife/cuckold relationship, and in a female-led relationship, but when it comes down to it, a lot of them can’t really handle it. A part of them still wants to control it, and her, which doesn’t work. She’s either in control of it, or not.
Q:I'm a ghost writer for three best-selling authors. Basically, I write the book and their name and celebrity sells it. Tumblr is one of my kinky diversions. I must say that the way you constantly ratchet up the stakes, generate tension, and foster drama is absolutely extraordinary and compelling. I find myself checking your site 20 times a day just to read up on the latest. BRAVO! Seriously, you need to write a book.
I need an agent, lol.
Q:Just yesterday you were telling hubby how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. You were wondering what nice thing you could do for him. You told him how much you loved whatever he did that night you went to james. That your legs were still shaking. Know you hurt him by making sure Dana finds the strap -on. You once said Dana would never know about you, Johnny, and Your husband. You intend on breaking that promise too, don't you?
It was accidental, not intentional. But yeah, he’s not very happy with me right now.