Tuesday, 31 December 2013

You can Wait

I promised my sweet man that I would give him a blow job. Now, truth to tell, I actually enjoy sucking his cock. It is not terribly big which makes it easy to take all the way in my mouth. Nor is it all that thick which also means it is quite comfortable to blow him.

But, and it is an important but, our rules are that he pleasures me. I only let him come very occasionally and then, mainly, into his little iron sake cup. Very occasionally I let him come in me but usually he must content himself with a few thrusts immediately after I have come, which I desperately desire and insist on.

I don't think I have given him a blow job to completion for a couple of years and I am not sure I will now. I don't mind the taste of his sperm but I don't like the fact I am not in full control.

So I suspect I will lick and suck him for a little while until he is close and then have him come, by his own hand, into his cup while I pinch his nipples. He has been very attentive and I want to reward him but keep him wanting to please me.

And, for Heaven's sake, it is New Year's Eve and I'll tease him a little by flirting with my old sweetie of a landlord. Perfect.

A New Year's Treat Starting tomorrow for a couple of days a number of my sweetie's books are free on Amazon Click here Free Kindle Erotica and to get the books we've published you can look under his author name "elliot jay"

All the Best for 2014!

Monday, 30 December 2013

Punishment and then Pleasure

I have been having great fun with my sweetie licking my pussy every morning and flirting with him all day. He really is getting very good at pleasing me.

But I have also been enjoying the entirely platonic attentions of my landlord, a delightful older gentleman who enjoys the company of a pretty, much younger, woman. He has a lovely old Jaguar and enjoys driving me where ever I tell him to go. His reward is to take me for a glass of wine and, if I am feeling a bit naughty, I'll model a negligee or pretty bra for him. It drives my poor husband crazy and, I am sorry to say, he forgot his place and was quite angry with me last night.

I should have sent him to his corner immediately and given him a whipping then and there but, unfortunately, circumstances did not permit. I sent him to bed.

This morning he was contrite; but contrite was not going to let him escape his whipping. I had him lie over the end of our tall bed. "Darling, I will not be kept in a golden cage. For me love is freedom and freedom love. You need to remember that. It is not your place to respond to my behaviour, much less get angry."

I did not warm him up at all. First I gave him a round dozen medium strokes with my wonderful plastic wand. He was vocalizing a bit by the last three or four. I then stopped.

"Just so we're clear darling, I enjoy the attentions of our landlord. He is a lovely man. And one of the reasons I am so wet for you is that he makes me feel very desirable. In this case I am quite certain nothing will happen; however, that is my choice. You have nothing to say about it. Now, just to remind you..."

I swung the cane a long way back and brought it down on his already red bottom with a hiss. As it struck the flesh a white line appeared and, as I drew the wand back for the second stroke a welt began to form. I was determined to make my point and I swung, hard, five more times. He squirmed hard and groaned with each stroke. When I was done his bottom showed six, clear, red welts across a field of crimson.

"Now, get up on the bed and lie on your back." He hastened to comply.

I straddled him with my bottom towards his obedient little tongue. I didn't say a word. I just lifted the hem of my long dressing gown and sat my already dripping wet cunt on his eager face. I felt his tongue get to work and I adjusted my position to ensure his nose was pressing on my backdoor rose. He licked and kissed and sucked as he has been trained to and, in a very few minutes, waves of pleasure shot down my thighs. I came long and hard and, as I did, I could feel his tongue pushing up into my pulsing cunt. I sat hard on my lovely husband's handsome face and, when the final wave had passed, lifted myself so he could lick me dry.

What a dear, dear man.

Monday, 16 December 2013

Short but Needed

My darling has been chaste for a week and a half. He gets, well, a bit distracted at this point in his cycle.

Nothing like six sweet red welts to bring him back into focus.

I like my flexy acrylic "wand". Just the right weight do create real pain with a minimum of effort. He better be good because I know I could leave big bruises with just a little longer swing.

But he is very obedient and I am actually very pleased with his behaviour. So I may wait to bring in the New Year with a really sound whipping.

For now it is just my simple pleasure to keep my darling husband reminded of his position.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Well, Get Down There

I have been feeling wonderfully, sexually, alive these past couple of days. One of the perfect things about a female led marriage is that we only have sex when I want sex. And we only have sex the way I want to have sex.

These past few days I have wanted to be licked. I have trained my sweet, submissive, husband to lick my pussy just the way I like it. I rarely let him finish of course. When I come I prefer to use my own hand after he has kissed and moistened me. He loves to watch. And then, if he is lucky, I allow him to slip into my wet, throbbing, pussy. Maybe to come, usually not.

But yesterday morning, after he had pleasured me for a while with his obedient and skillful tongue I decided I wanted my privacy.

"Take these panties and go to your corner...make sure you are hard when I am finished."

I have to admit that the sheer power of sending my husband to his corner to press my wet panties with his nose pushed me over the edge. I left him in his corner, hard, longing for me. I had to get on with my day.

"You can let your little cock go soft now, Dear. I won't be needing it. But stay in your corner until I am done in the bathroom."

Friday, 6 December 2013


I have set my darling to work putting together a picture book on Kindle of Maids. I loved having a maid and I will have one again in about a year...for now you can take a look at the gallery of Maid art he's built.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

pleasure and punishment

The silly man knew he had to be punished. He was disobedient last night. And he was needlessly jealous of a man I enjoy flirting with. He begged me to let him lick me this morning. I was not goingbto let him but he is so very good at it and I was wet thinking about caning him. I said yes and, in an instant, he was between my legs licking and sucking my pussy. Eventually, I finished myself off. I love how he licks me but usually finish because I am in charge even at the height of my pleasure.

I thought about letting him have some strokes but I think the thought of his caning kept his lttle cock soft.

I lay in his arms as he made his confession and asked for his punishment.

"Yes, darling, you were very silly and disobedient. So stretch out over the bed. I will see if I can leave you few reminder welts."

Naturally he obeyed and I took a couple of practice swings with the new, clear plastic, cane he found for me. Very nice. A bit denser and heavier than the rattan I usually use. Perfect for a quick but severe punishment session.

I only gave him eight strokes but three raised gorgeous red welts. He will be wearing thse when I send him to bed tonight. I will tease him a little about his well whipped bottom and then have him get back to work on my pussy. But tonight he better be hard or he'll get an even dozen strokes.

Saturday, 23 November 2013


What fun. My daring husband is back in chastity for a few weeks. But I was feeling a little frisky. "Turn off the light, I'm having an orgasm." Of couse he obeyed and lay beside me. Hard, longing, as I fingered myself to completion. "All done. I'd like a glass of ice water with a little lime." He looked so cute with his little, hard, cockette pushing against the sheer cotton of his nightie. I'll have to have him start wearing his panti girdle to bed soon. Don't want any accidents. A husband needs to know his place.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

#Free Naughty Kindle Book

I like to have j compile little stroke books from his erotica archives. Here is a free book about pretty nightwear. It's for your Kindle but you can get a Reader for virtually any computer, tablet or phone...Enjoy! We'll be putting out more free Kindle books soon. So To Bed
hot kindle book, pretty girl kindle book, free kindle book

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Girdles are Fun
I was hardly going to let my poor husband cum for Halloween without dressing him up. Having spent the day in bra, girdle and a pretty sweater he was ready to trick for his treat.

"You can go up an change into your costume now dear. You'll be handing out the candy. Keep your wig and your foundations on." Which was perfect as it gave me an excuse to show my sweet, submissive, husband off to the neighbours.

I suppose I could have dressed him in a French Maid's outfit or as a naughty schoolgirl, but he'd look ridiculous. (Which has its place but not in semi-public.) No, I had laid out a witch's outfit complete with pointy hat and over the top witch shoes with heels and very pointy toes. Stockings of course and a semi sheer skirt and top. It was opaque enough that only people with a discerning eye would realize my dear husband was wearing a tight little girdle. The outfit was completed with a wide, corset laced black leather belt. 

He came downstairs looking chagrined. But what was wonderful was that he looked distinctly feminine in a witchy sort of a way. The door bell rang and he went off to dole out the treats. Two hours later we turned off the porch light and I had him serve a bit of bubbly wine. 

He had no idea what would happen next.

Thursday, 31 October 2013


And now, just to keep things interesting as my darling husband sits at his desk in his gorgeous sweater, I am having him look through one of my favourite ebooks:

B&W Pop-Up (Pop-Ups)

It is fun knowing how hard he is in his little panti girdle. Each page of the book makes him a bit more desperate.

A Lucky Man

But first you have to earn it
36 days.

The longest I have kept my sweetie chaste and, today, well, tonight, I am going to allow him to ejaculate.

But first he is going to spend Halloween remembering his place. When we got up, while he was in his shower, I laid out his clothes for the day. A nice, snug pantiegirdle, a long line bra with his cute little breast forms, a soft angora sweater and a pair of rear zip high waisted trousers. A pair of two inch heeled sandals completed his outfit. Then I went downstairs for coffee.

It took him a few minutes but he looked very humble indeed as he adjusted to his functionally feminine outfit.

"That is a lovely sweater dear. I don't know why I don't have you dress this way more often. You could grow your hair out. With a little practice we could both forget you even have your little cockette." I teased. "I bet you thought I was going to have you spurt first thing. No chance, dear. I have a few more Halloween surprises before we even think about letting you have your treat."

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

You Can Look

Love Sheer
But you can't touch.

I've decided to keep j chaste until Halloween. He's not happy about it as it will mean he has not ejaculated for more than a month - longest run ever!

But it has certainly kept him on a nice edge. I have been having great fun with my night wear. I love sheer, transparent, comfortable nighties. Just wisps of fabric.

So does he. And I am enjoying watching his poor, frustrated, cockette coming to attention as I comb my hair or read in bed. He longs for me but four years of training mean that he knows better than to even ask. I have always loved my body and its effect; but that effect is some much more interesting when the man who loves me has not had one second's sexual relief for over a month. He has a little wet spot right at the tip of his cockette which means he is dripping pre-cum. Sweet.

Two more days...I wonder what I will do. I could just have him masturbate into his little cup and then dress him up for Halloween; but I am sure I can think of something more fun...

Any thoughts?

Monday, 28 October 2013


A chaste man is an attentive man
So, poor e, passed his one month no ejaculation mark. He is getting that hang dog look of a man throughly whipped without actually having the stripes to prove it.

But heavens has he been attentive, particularily the last week where I have kept him in control panties by day and a tight panti girdle for bed. there is nothing he can do except try to please me.

He ran a delightful bubble bath last night and helped me change into my robe. I had him strip to his panties and stand in the corner of the bathroom, nose to my fresh panties, as he waited to soap my back and then dry me. I was not in the mood for anything else so I sent him to change into his panti girdle and white cotton nightie. I gave his cockette a little tease as he was trying to pull up his girdle. It is even more fun when he has to encase an erection under the pink lycra front panel.

"Now, darling, you may read for ten minutes and then lights out."

He gave me a little moan as I bent to kiss him good night and pinched his right nipple, hard, through the thin cotton of his nightie.

Monday, 21 October 2013


dominant wife, submissive husband
Look Up....
Long before we get to how best to discipline your husband or keep him chaste or have him provide oral services, a moments' attention to how you present yourself seems important.

A dominant wife is first and foremost an elegant woman. She finds a style which suits her, she is demure, lady like, contained and confident. Her husband, day in, day out, cannot believe his luck.

Hose, shoes, handbags, dresses and, for fun, stylish little hats or lovely long leather gloves all add to her allure.  While a dominant wife might well have a bit of black leather discretely tucked away for play, her dominance comes from who she is and not from her husband's strange little fantasy life of black leather and chains.

There is a reason for this - an elegant woman can go anywhere in public. She will demand and receive courtesy from all who meet her. She will set a standard of behaviour which will in turn set the standard for her husband. The fact she has a long handled hairbrush in her handbag is her business. The fact she is quite prepared to march her husband into a secluded corridor and use it is also her business.

The click of highheels (which he has polished) coming down a hall towards a husband who knows he is to be punished is often more powerful than the punishment itself. The delicate arching of an eyebrow when a husband is begging for release is an exquisite reminder of his absolute submission to her authority.

Or, at least, that's what works at our house.

The Lady's View

Can we talk?
We have been running our main site, A Man In My Position for a couple of years now. We've had great fun, published a number of books, met some lovely people and had a fabulous time exploring a female led marriage. But it has always been "his" site. I will assign him topics but my voice is always reported. This blog is where I would like to write my own thoughts primarily directed to other dominant wives but, of course, obedient husbands with their wife's permission, may read as well.

I suspect my entries will be short. I have a busy life which I love. If anything, one of my biggest challenges as a dominant wife is finding time to discipline my husband consistently.  You might think a quick caning will only take five minutes but it never does, especially if you have to tell him why he is being punished. Even a simply dozen maintenance strokes take a bit of time even if the total verbal interaction is "You're due, pull down your pants."

And this entirely leaves aside the time a girl should take for her own pleasures.

More on all of that as we go...for the moment, welcome.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

A little secret

I have a little secret.

I cane my husband whether he needs it or not.

Because I am a dominant wife.

With a submissive husband.

Who I love.

And who needs to be punished regularly or he gets nervous and unproductive.