Showing posts with label kissing my wife's bottom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kissing my wife's bottom. Show all posts

Friday, 12 September 2014

Naughty Boy

Don't stop until I tell you
This is the time of the month, just a few days, when I love my pleasures. And, while I could take care of myself, I have trained Elliot to near perfection. He is able to provide me with pleasure and, perhaps more importantly, obey me even when he is at the extreme end of horny and hard.

The most important thing he has learned is that I am in charge in our relationship and in bed. My pleasure is what matters. I am not opposed to his having a bit of fun but I have learned from long experience that he is more attentive and productive when he is only occasionally allowed to make a mess.

I have also learned that it is best to only let him come in me rarely. When he has to masturbate in his cup knowing that most of the time he'll have to lick his cup clean, he is a humble and humiliated man. Just as he should be. It keeps him deeply enthralled.

As my lovely, obedient husband, writes today

 "She requires me to put both my hands under my bottom when she is riding me like this. And I am only allowed to come if she’s pinching my nipples. Other wise I just have to lie there and follow her delicious lead." 

Just right. Right now he is upstairs working, in his girdle, wet with my juices and very, very hard. Just as I like him to be.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Kissing the Rose

Every once in a while, after my shower, I like to have Elliot pay a bit of oral attention to my pretty backdoor. It is an odd sensation feeling him push his tongue in knowing he is otherwise never allowed to.

I am not even sure I like the feeling but I still tell him, “Further up. Get your tongue where it belongs. Where I want it.”

Once he is all the way in he has to try to stimulate me with the very tip of his tongue. It sort of tickles and, after a few minutes I will have had enough. He always looks so lovingly embarrassed as he gets off his knees, face flushed.

“Now go to your corner you dirty boy.”

I wonder if I should soap his mouth clean. He hates being soaped and I only use that punishment if he swears more than is seemly. I like to let him stand in his corner for a few minutes as I get dressed before sending him to rinse out his mouth. He will certainly have my taste as his little cockette gets hard thinking about what I've just had him do.

Starting his day in this position makes my lovely husband all the more loving and humble throughout his day. Plus it is quick and, other than the tickling, more than a little stimulating.