Tuesday, October 10

A Meeting with Strict Julie

I have a fan who leaves comments and writes to me. You know him as spanky97301. I figure either he lives in Oregon (zip code?) or he was born Jan 30, 1997, or none of the above!

He was fantasizing about what a genuine real live meeting with me would be like. I asked him to write me and tell me how he thought it would go. He wrote back a very elaborate multi-part story involving me, my sister Sue, my friend Tracy and her husband John, my husband david, and a giant woman weightlifter type! I promised to write him back how I thought it would go. But then I got caught up in a bit of a submissive state and had been putting it off for a while, but I decided to finally write my version up, and am putting it here in case any of you other readers have similar fantasies of meeting me. You may want to think twice.

First of all, you would need to send me your government ID. A photo of it via email, and I would want to check it somehow that it was legit. I am not taking any chances here. I would share the ID and my intent to meet with you with my sister. I would not tell david.

We would arrange a date and a time. I would expect you to come to Toronto and book a hotel room in a decent downtown hotel. Just before our date you would email me the room number. I would let Sue know the time and place.

I would expect you to pay me for my time. Not a full pro fee such as I would pay to Mistress Violet. Just a fee to cover my Uber and my time. I am not going to be paid for catering to your fantasies. You will be catering to mine.

Just before knocking on your hotel room door I would text Sue and let her know I am going in. She would expect a text from me every 30 minutes. Else she will first try to call me, and then will call the cops if I don't answer or if I use a pre-arranged innocuous sounding code word on the phone with her.

We would meet each other. You would pour us a glass of chilled white wine. We would chat for a bit. I want to know a bit about you, and how you interact.

I tell you that you will be tied and ball-gagged during our session. If you grunt out an SOS (short short short long long long short short short) I will end the session and leave the room. On the other hand, if you are able to last through the beating I intend to give you, you will be given a chance to lick my asshole, and I will finish you off with a handjob before I go.

I tell you to go to the bathroom, undress completely, and shower. Lots of soap and water, and shampoo your hair. I don't care if you just did it already. You will be doing it again with me there in the room and listening to it. You will then dry yourself and come out of the bathroom with a towel around your waist. I will snap a pic of you and text it to Sue so she can follow along from home.

Now for the binding. I will use precut ropes I have brought to bind your wrists in front of you (no play), and to bind your ankles together (tightly, but a very small amount of play to allow you to move around with tiny shuffling steps). You will then kneel in front of me. I will attach a ball gag very tightly into your mouth. I will make you practice your SOS once.

I will then sit on an armless chair, get my hairbrush from my nearby bag of goodies, place it on my lap, and tell you that you will first be going across my knee for a good old fashioned hairbrush spanking.

I will be dressed like this.

I will then have you shuffle down across my knee. I will remove the towel from around you once you are across my knee. No sooner. You will then be soundly spanked. It will be a "real" spanking in every sense that I can make it real.

Ten minutes later, with a bright red ass and in considerable pain, you will be allowed to crawl off my knee and stand there, bound and gagged and fully nude, your ridiculous penis fully on display to me. A picture will be taken and sent to my sister. You will turn and present your backside to me. I will take another pic and text it to Sue.

Next I will tell you that you have the strap coming. I will have you bend over the arm of the sofa. I will take my strap, and give you a very intense strapping with it.


I will remind you that if you make it through this strapping, you will be allowed to place your tongue in my asshole. The strapping will be long, slow, and drawn out. I will have you whimpering in pain before it's half over. Then another pic of your sorry ass for Sue to see I am still safe.

Well done. You have earned the chance to clean out my asshole. I will lead you to the bathroom and have you kneel in front of the sink. I will remove your ball gag. Your jaw will be very sore by now. I will wash your mouth out with soap very thoroughly, paying special attention to soaping and scrubbing your dirty tongue. No telling where it's been. I will allow you to rinse thoroughly to get the nasty soap taste out of your mouth (though it will only be of so much help - the strong taste will inevitably stay with you all night).

I will then take off my skirt and my panties. Yes, you will be very excited seeing that. I wore stockings and a garter belt for you. You will lie down on the floor and place your bound hands above your head. I will use an extra length of rope to secure them to a sofa leg. I will then lower my butt on your head. I'll reach behind and spread my own cheeks to allow your tongue to get in nice and deep. You will lick and penetrate my asshole for the next five minutes or so. Breathing will at times be difficult for you. You will lick it all over and stick your toungue in deeply. What an honour for you to be allowed to do this!

You will then pose for me, bound as you are, with your tongue sticking out for my next photo for Sue. I will caption it "ass licker". I hope it's brown at the tip. Ha Ha!

I will make you kneel again, facing away from me. The ball gag will go back on. The usefulness of your mouth has come to an end. I tell you that you have only one whipping left to go before you get to enjoy some hand relief from me. To encourage you I will spit on my hand and stroke your cock to hard. I get a different type of whimpering this time. A whimpering of lust.

I take you over to the center of the sofa, facing the back.


I put a pillow on the edge for your comfort. I make you bend over. I slip a rope thorugh your bound wrists tieing it off at both front sofa legs. This effectively keeps your bound hands near the floor and prevents you from attempting to stand up. I untie your ankles, and then re-tie them spread-eagled, one ankle to each couch leg. I grab your cock and pull it out between your legs.

You are looking worried. I go to your head. I kneel down in front of you. You can't help but look at my bare pussy, you naughty boy! I stroke your head and tell you to be brave. If you survive this whipping you will get to enjoy such a nice orgasm, from my small cool hand no less!

I go to my bag of tricks and fetch out the final "implement". You will be rope whipped.


Your ass, your legs, your inner thighs, your ass crack, your asshole. Well spread as your legs are, it makes quite the bullseye target! I doubt your penis and balls will escape completely unscathed. Though I will not be aiming for them, accidents happen.

Will you withstand my rope whipping, knowing what your reward will be? I will lull you along with a false sense of security. The first strokes will not be brutal. You will be thinking you can make it. Atta boy! That's the spirit. I will then let loose and cut you hard. "NO!" is what you will be thinking, But then the next one won't be so bad again. Will you give in? Is this what your ass will look like before I'm done with you?


You must be wondering if I have any intention whatsoever of lowering myself by giving you hand relief. Or will I just keep whipping you more and more brutally until you give in?

But no. It ends. The marks are freaking spectacular! I snap another pic and send it to Sue. She sends me back a bunch of thumbs up emojis 👍👍👍👍👍.

I did come prepared. I was not going to leave you hanging there like that. I get nurse-style latex gloves out of my bag and a small bottle of lube, and put on the gloves.


I reach for your cock and start stroking it. It does not take long. Soon you are bucking and moaning as you are tied down to the sofa, spread-eagled, and ball-gagged. I massage and squeeze your balls. Sometimes a little too hard. Tee hee! I stick a gloved finger right into your ass! Oh my! That made you jump, didn't it? Two fingers make you yell into your ball gag. Poor dear! But you seem to be back-fucking my fingers yet, you bad boy, as I stroke your cock hard and fast building to your nice climax.

True to my word, you do cum! Right into my palm. I collect all your semen and smear it onto your exposed asshole. You look like you've just been man-fucked. Semen and lube mixing in your stretched hole! Ha ha! I just have to have a pic of this for Sue!


I leave you there like that as I get dressed and clean up. Before I leave I pick up your hotel room phone: "Oh hello. Yes, we're completely out of clean towels in the room. Could you please send up the maid with a bunch of fresh ones? Right away? Thank you so much!"

I go over to you, lean down and give you a kiss on the back of your bowed head, and thank you for the wonderful time. I get my things and leave, leaving the door a bit ajar. I hope the maids have a sense of humour!

Friday, October 6

I'm Back!

After my turn being subbie a couple of weeks back, I am now starting to ease back into my natural role as top. I declared a one week moratorium on all kink, and in fact all sex. I even extended that to telling him he was not allowed to masturbate, as I wanted him primed and ready for my return. So I did have fun teasing him to hard most nights and whispering "soon" in his ear. I've noticed that he becomes very submissive, and takes on many stereotypical "girl" behaviours when I tease and withhold. For example, when I reach around to his cock he moans and wiggles for me, and begs me for release.

On Wednesday night I took him to My Bedroom and had him strip to nude and stand in front of me. I had on a short nighty and panties and sat on the side of our bed. His penis was quiveringly erect even before I touched him.


I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a little bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil.


I coated my hands first and then coated his cock and balls all over. He moaned and his knees buckled as I rubbed it in sensuously. I lifted my nightie and dribbled the oil all over my lap and rubbed it in.

"Across my knee," I told him. "And don't dare cum until I say it's ok."

He settled down across my knees, his head, chest, knees and feet supported by the bed. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my slippery thighs. I reached over again to my bedside drawer and pulled out the lube and his larger plum-coloured (pink to him!) prostate massager.



I lubed the massager and his butthole, and I penetrated him with it. I then switched it on to my favourite setting, #4, which is a strong alternating vibration, about one second in the tip, and then one second in the extension, and then repeat. Makes it feel like he's getting a fucking: In and Out and In and Out and In and Out ...

With this going on I then started spanking him with my hand. Good hard slaps.

"Go on then," I told him, "cum while I spank you."

He intensified his moaning and bucking and rubbing across my lap while I gave him a good hard hand spanking combined with his virtual fucking.

"After you cum," I said, "you'll get on your knees and lick it all up."

"Oh, yes Ma'am!" he promised.

"But you won't swallow any of it," I continued, "you'll hold it all in your mouth until I allow you to swallow it."

"Yes Ma'am!"

I kept spanking him and he kept humping my lap. I periodically interjected little reminders of his after-orgasm chore, as in "every last drop", and "you'll hold it in your mouth", "just like a little bitch", "look at you humping my lap, what a little slut!", "are you going to cum? You know what comes after..."

All the talk about him being made to lick up and swallow his cum seems to excite him greatly while in his aroused state, but is ironically so much less exciting after he cums!

Despite the intense hand spanking and the unpleasantness of his after-chore, he nonetheless made a HUGE mess all over my lap. Such a naughty little boy! He bucked and moaned and ground into me spectacularly as I felt his warm, sticky, slick cum jet onto my legs.

"Get busy," I told him.

With him spent and out of breath he squirmed off my lap and put himself on his knees in front of me. I spread my legs wide and he started licking. The butt plug massager was running this whole time. He had trouble licking without swallowing so I helped him up by scooping it up and feeding it to him. Both off my legs and off his own tummy and cock.

I stood up and arranged several pillows on the bed. I told him to lie face down and to keep that cum in his mouth.

I opened the bedside drawer once again and pulled out my tawse.


I tossed it on the bed beside his head so he could contemplate it. I then pulled on my strap-on dildo. With my larger dildo, Adam.

"Worried?" I asked him.


I went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper. I came back and turned off and pulled out his butt plug massager out. I had let it run all this time.

I picked up the tawse and just fucking whipped his ass! He graced me with one of those unmistakable closed-mouth screams as the first stroke seared his buns.

"Seems I need to remind you who's on top in this family, don't I?" I asked as I whipped his buns.

I only gave him a dozen, but they were good ones.

I threw the strap down and knelt up on the bed behind his raised whipped ass. I applied more lube and I pushed in. The vibrating plug had loosened his asshole, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been for him. His only means of complaint was completely closed-mouthed, owing to him still retaining his big load.

I fucked him for a good five minutes or so, escalating as I went to jack-hammer hard and balls-deep. He didn't stop his closed-mouth complaining the whole time.

I pulled out, cleaned up, and took off the strap-on. Poor dear looked spent.

I picked up the Delrin cane and swooshed it through the air several times.


"Just six more," I told in a soothing voice, stroking his hair. "Be a good girl for me and that will be it." He nodded vigorously and raised his ass for me to strike.

I cut into his low cheeks and he grunted and flattened himself. I touched his ass and he raised it up for me again. Six times total. He begged me for the cane with his raised ass each time. Good girl. Six was it. I left great marks.

I pulled him off the pillows and onto his knees in front of me. I put my hand under his chin and said, "show me." He opened his mouth and showed me that through all that he had still retained his cum in his mouth, albeit diluted with saliva by now. I squeezed my fingers around his throat and said "swallow..." I could feel his throat working under my fingers as he choked it down.

I took off my nighty and my panties, sat at the head of the bed with my knees bent and my legs spread, crooked my finger at him, pointed at my pussy and said, "get busy, boy."

And oh boy, did he! Yumm!

I'm back, bitches!

Tuesday, September 26

Wife Beaten!

It happened! Was a little sore afterwards, in a glowy sort of way, but my husband manned up and treated me to a grade-A wife beating (with fabulous orgasms!).

I am "for"!

Yes, I am "trolling" with my phrase "wife beating". Did I do it correctly? FYI: consensual beatings only, please (and safe, never understood the "sane" part - nothing sane about it!)

Let's rewind the clock a bit, however, and pick things up from where we left off Friday evening, as described in My Beating is Tomorrow!!!.

David got home at 8pm from a work event just as I was putting the final touches on the aforementioned blog entry. I hit Submit quickly without proof reading, and had to go back later to fix-up a few typos. Felt in the mood to "Submit", I guess :-)

I was downstairs to greet him in a shot! I threw myself at him and kissed him. He kissed me back and then undressed me, just like that. He reached down and fondled me. Down there. I was so horny!!!!  No "O"s for a week! Felt so excited pressed up to him naked like that, him all dressed feeling me up: tits, pussy, and ass. Tongue down my throat...

He wasted no time and pulled me over his knee and spanked me. He forgot to collar me! What does a subby girl say when Master forgets to collar her??? 'Nuthin in my case!

He has not missed a single day spanking me naked across his knee.


His spankings have been invariably gentle and teasing. Enough to make my bum blush and no more. They have been accompanied by lots of pussy teasing, which has been driving me wild. I've gotten to the point where I want to throw myself across his knee for my spanking just for the chance to have my pussy played with! I was a very desperate little girl!!!

After my spanking I knelt at his feet and said, "Sir, may I have my collar, please?" He laughed at me and said of course, and he apologized to me for forgetting to collar me. He said he was too excited to see me across his knee. I fetched my collar quickly and handed it to him. It went on and it felt nice.

"What's on the menu for tonight?" he asked me, referring to the spanking menu. Switches!


He took me upstairs and put me face down on the bed, no pillows this time. He picked up one of the switches I had prepared for him. He started whipping me gently from my ankles to my shoulders. Ouch! Stingy! He made them a bit harder on my butt and I called out a number, five. A little harder still. "Seven, Sir."

He had me turn face up, and again went lightly from ankle to breasts. He made me spread my legs, and switched the insides of my thighs a little bit harder. "Six, Sir". He went back up to my breasts, and switched them a little harder too. "Seven Sir!" Right on my nipple! He chuckled and whipped his way lightly down towards my pussy. Then he switched my pussy. Oh my gosh that stung! I begged off with another Seven!

He then lay down next to me in bed, and said that tomorrow was the big day. He said he had a pretty good idea of what I could take. I asked him if he would give it to me hard, make me suffer. He promised he would. I asked him to please use as filthy language as he wants with me, to abuse me, and to "rape me" "against my will". He promised he would be nasty as could be with me. I was looking forward to it and he came through for me!



We woke up on Saturday morning. David was out of bed and made me breakfast of all things. When I came down, he said he was pampering his little pet today, in preparation for what would happen tonight. No collar and I did not ask.

The day was delightfully uneventful. I had a lot of time to think about what I had coming. David had made us an early dinner reservation at a favourite restaurant. They serve oysters. He ordered two dozen to get started. Malpeques from Prince Edward Island here in Canada with a dry, flinty glass of Sancerre white wine. Delicious together! He fed me my oysters. They are a very sexy food. Like a vagina... He also ordered dinner for us both. Fillet Mignon with a good bottle of Bordeaux wine. He really was spoiling me! He said I needed my red meat for tonight. Him too.

Throughout a substantial part of dinner, the topic of conversation was my upcoming beating! I was so embarrassed! We had to snuggle and keep our voices down as the restaurant was crowded. He described what he would do, from start to end. He said he would start with my butt. Various implements. He would move on to my tits, and whip them hard. Then onto my pussy, where he planned to really give it to me. He kept asking me questions, like "do you want it hard?" and I answered "Yes, Sir". "Do you want me to call you a dirty little whore while I do it?" It was rhetorical question, but I answered in the affirmative anyways, blushing up a storm, saying, "Yes, Sir, I want you to call me your slut, your bitch, your dirty little..."

"HOW'S EVERYTHING!?" the waitress asked, mid-sentence! Sort of snuck up on me. What did she hear?? I managed to stammer out "f..f..fine, thank you."

"WELL YOU LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, NOW!" and off she went. Very uncharacteristic in a decent restaurant like that. This week David and I have been greeting one another with a "HOW'S EVERYTHING?!?" and we break each other up. Yuck Yuck.

We went home after our dinner, and even a spot of dessert. When we got home he looked at me and said, "I won't ask if you're sure about this, I know you are. Remember, Yellow and Red," he added, reminding me of my safewords. "Yes, Sir," I nodded vigorously. I was sooo horny!!!

We went upstairs. He stripped me naked himself. He told me to go to the bathroom and get myself ready for him. "Every hole," he said. Oh My Gosh! So embarrassing! "Take your time, call me when you think you're ready." 'Think' I'm ready... oh boy!

When I was showered and clean, inside and out, and made myself a bit pretty, I went down, all butt naked, and approached him in the living room where he was reading a book.

He pulled me over his shoulder and stood up! THAT was a surprise. He smacked my ass and carried me up the stairs. I'll have to congratulate his new trainer. I'm a handful!

Not quite built like this guy! But this was the idea.
This was a photo I once used to humiliate him!
This reminded me of it.
Now who's gettin' humiliated?
I 'kinda liked being carried like a sack of potatoes, even while afraid he might drop me or bump my head. He did neither. I decided to challenge him a little. I beat on his back with my little fists and said "don't you dare! Put me down, you brute!" OUCH! I got a hard smack on my ass for my troubles!

He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me down on the bed. "This is NOT ok!" I said. "You DO NOT have permission to smack my ass like that!"

He pushed me down on the bed with one hand bearing down on my neck while the other one twisted my nipple hard and said, "shut up, bitch, you'll take whatever I give you!"

Oooooh! Well I had asked for nasty. No going back on that now. I just didn't think he would actually do it. He NEVER speaks like that! And he was acting very aggressive on top.

"no... please..." I said meekly.

"You'll beg me for my cock before we're done, you little whore!"

"Never," I said. "I'll never let you fuck me. Never!"

"We'll see about that!"

That was more or less the exchange, or else how my torrid imaginings can best reconstruct it now!

He sat at the side of the bed and he pulled me over his knee. None too gently! He started spanking me with his hand. Harder strokes this time.  He went harder and harder and harder and finally I yelled out "yellow!" With just his hand! What a pussy I am! He kept spanking, but took the edge off. Then he started playing with my pussy. "Don't you dare touch me there!" I said, indicating I was ready for more.

He picked up the paddle. Oh oh. He started in with my paddling. He started easier, built the intensity, backed off, built it up again, and so on. He knows how to spank! Then he went harder, and harder, and harder... I was sensing a pattern. "Yellow!" and he slowed down again, but still kept paddling.

I didn't know about this yellow stuff. Gives me too much control and lets him too much off the hook! I thought I would mess with him: "Why do you always slow down like a pussy when I say the word yellow?" I asked him innocently. He laughed at me, "why do you say the word yellow?" That was left unanswered, but he got the message, and he didn't keep driving deliberately to my yellow on every subsequent implement!

He took me off his knee and made me kneel up on the bed, facing the headboard. He made me put my hands on top of my head. He arranged four pillows right in front of me. He started stroking me all over. fondling my breasts, my ass, my pussy, my thighs, my tummy.


He gave me a hard smack across my ass and guided me down across the pillows. "Time for the strap," he told me.


My poor buns!!!! I saw him slide off his belt from around his waist and double it up. I buried my head into the bedsheets. He whipped my ass. Boy did he ever! Legs also! He did not take me to yellow this time, but darned close.

Look at this poor girl! Just look at her!
Should any woman ever be subject to a
beating like this from her husband???
It's medieval!

He threw the belt down and got the strap. The tawse to be exact.


I know this strap very well, but only from the other end of it! I would be learning its ways tonight...

He whipped me full across my ass. SHIT! I grimaced in pain, I looked back angrily and said, "Is that all you've got, you cocsucker!"

I know why I said it at the time, I just can't believe I did! I was angwy... it hurt...

"We'll see who's the cocksucker," he said, and started strapping me one after the other.

"No! Please! No more!" I begged.

"Who's a cocksucker?" he asked.

"Not you, Sir! Not you!" I answered, thinking better of my plan!

"I'm making you into my little cocksuker, bitch. Beg me for my cock in your trampy mouth. Beg me!"

YES YES YES! THIS was sooo exciting. THIS was what I wanted. EXACTLY! 

"No Sir! Please! Not that! Please!!!"

"I won't stop whipping you with this strap until you agree to be my cocksucker, whore," he said.

I held out while he strapped me good. When it got too much, I begged for his cock in my mouth to put an end to it.

He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off the bed and onto the floor on my knees. No gentle caresses on my bottom or anything. Just down on the floor and to work. My ass still screamed at me from my strapping. Is this any way to motivate a girl, I ask you?

He unfastened and unzipped his pants. His penis was hard. I took him into my mouth and started sucking his cock. I know how to make him cum quickly, especially if I involve my hands. I kept them down, and just sucked, elongating his time. When he was close, and was thrusting into me a bit, he grabbed my hair again and pulled me off him. "That'll do for now, slut. I'm not done with you," he said.

He picked up the Delrin cane, and he whipped it through the air.


"For being such a cocksucking slut, you get the cane now."

The dirty language again (still) sent a jolt through me. That kind of language has always turned me on when I used it on him, and it's turning me on being used on me as well. I guess we like what we like and what's good for the Goose is good for the Gander.

He arranged a pillow over the foot of the bed (a bit of a wooden structure) and made me bend over it, cheeks high. He was not overly brutal with the cane, but I sure did feel it! This was me:

I sympathize!

The worst part was holding position when I just wanted to run away! The cane thwacks, then nothing, then burn!

"I don't like the cane, Sir," I managed to whimper out.

"You're not meant to like it," he said, "you're meant to learn to obey."

"Yes Sir!"

After a round dozen he stopped and said "that red ass is turning me on, I want to fuck your cunt, Princess. Do you submit?"

Princess? Moi? "Fuck you!" I said. THWACK! "Fuck who?" he asked. "fuck you..." I said, a bit less forcefully. THWACK! again. "No, fuck me, fuck me!" I said. Those two strokes were mean. They left marks! That'll learn me!

He put down the cane. I saw him take off his pants and shorts. He felt my cunt. It was wet. He moved some of the wet inside to the outside. Then he put his cock against me and shoved his dick into me.


Oh My! That felt nice by comparison to getting my bum beat. I could feel his body bumping into my whipped red ass. David only gave me a dozen or so thrusts and then pulled out. "Stay!" he ordered. He went to the bedroom drawer and got out my new dildo. the one Violet had used on me.


He stuck it in my cunt and started hand fucking me with it. He went to my side, put his arm around my waist, and started playing with my clit with his other hand. Then he started talking dirty to me.

"You remember this dildo, slut? This is the one your Mistress Violet fucked you with, isn't it? Did you enjoy that, you little cunt? Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"Yes Sir!"

"You little lesbo whore. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget tonight. I'm going to whip your tits, and whip your pussy, and then fuck you in the ass and cum inside your dirty little corn hole."

As he said this he kept fucking me with that dildo and diddling my clit, and well, with the state I was in... I came. I screamed as I came. I confess that I came imagining it was Violet fucking me. His fault! When I couldn't take it anymore I flattened myself down on the pillow. He pulled the dildo out of me.

"Get up on the bed and roll over," he told me, "put your hands above your head". He wasn't done with me yet! Good thing. I was still horny as hell!

I rolled over. He got the crop and he started whipping my tits with it.


Not very hard, but they're very delicate! Especially so after I'd just cum. Extra sensitive nippies. He had me writhing in exquisite pain. He took the crop and he moved it down towards my pussy.

"Spread your legs, let me see that filthy cunt of yours."

I did as I was told, spreading my legs, and he applied the crop directly onto my pussy lips. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, and it was agonizing, even as light as he was going. I almost considered calling yellow, but knew he wasn't hurting me, it was just that I was so sensitive. I decided to tough it out!

No clothespins, thank goodness!
Now who's "pussy whipped" in the family?

I started to get excited again. I actually got excited as he was whipping my cunt lips!

And in case it turns you on, or anything, you should know that I'm 'kinda blushing as I write this! I mean how submissive can I get??? You are all witness to my testimony of my husband whipping my cunt with a riding crop and me actually enjoying it! But writing it is turning me on. Knowing you will read it. Knowing I got my exhibitionist little cunt whipped!

Yes, this is me and my pussy...
An older photo that was a dare.
Thought you should see it. See what was getting whipped.


Now, I'm really blushing as I have to describe this next part. He tells me to put my hands down to my pussy, and to spread apart my cunt lips. Wide. I reach down (slut!) and grab my labia, and pull it apart. "Wider!" he says. I pull it wider apart, until it hurts. My inner folds and my clit are exposed to the open air. He whips them!

I involuntarily close my legs. "Open them bitch! Grab that cunt. Pull it wide. Wider! I'm not nearly done whipping that dirty lezzie cunt! I'll teach you to get excited by a girl-fucking!"

Oh Gosh! I do feel very dirty for that. I get hyper excited thinking about girls. It's so wrong. He knows me so well.

He finally puts down the crop. He picks up a switch. I get switched all up and down the front of my body, like the day before. Including tits and cunt (of course). Not much harder than the day before. But hard enough to sting me everywhere. Like little bitey bees.

He puts the switch down and picks up the flogger.


Again he visits the whole front of my body. He spends a good amount of time flogging my tits.


I am helpless as he flogs me. The girls are getting pretty sore by now!

He spins me around sideways on the bed and makes me pull my legs back from my knees. He wants me like this...


Open and exposed. With me sideways on the bed, he takes turns flogging my pussy from my ass end and my head end. From my ass end the top of my pussy gets it more and my low tummy. From the head end, it's my lower vagina and asshole as the flogger wraps around. I'm a good girl. I hold my legs open despite the increasing pain. I am crying out as my pussy and asshole get flogged. It seems to egg him on more.

He says, "I'm going to stick Violet's dildo in your cunt while I fuck your ass, you little whore. First I'm going to make sure they're good and sore for me. Nothing less than you deserve."

He keeps whipping me more. "No More! Please Sir!" I say.

He flogs me harder. Every stroke makes me cry out. "Stop!! PLEASE!!!"

"Did you say 'more on my asshole'?" he asks.

"NO!!!!"

He keeps whipping it!

"Getting that dirty little corn hole nice and ready for my cock. I'm going to split you, bitch! You'll feel every fucking thrust until I cream you, girl." [or something along those lines. My memory fails me!]

I was determined not to say yellow until I could stand absolutely no more on this, my penultimate trial. He stops before I say it.

He tells me to keep my legs spread where they are. He returns with Violet's dildo and with my Hitachi. He sticks Violet back into me (ouch!) and then turns on the Hitachi and pushes it on my clit (ouch! ouch! ouch! It's just been so abused already). He hand fucks me with Violet.

"You fucking bastard!" I say. It hurts so much after my whipping. I am so sore. My ass, my tits, my cunt especially! And the Hitachi is so powerful. It hurts. But then I can feel myself getting close. "You fucking bastard!" I yell out again as I cum in two powerful waves.

He keeps Violet inside of me. He flips me over and shoves some pillows under my hips. He grabs the lube and starts lubing my asshole.

"No! Please! No!" I beg. This is it. I'm about to be ass fucked in my sore tight hole!

"I told you what you're getting. You're getting ass fucked, slut. Ass fucked until I cum so deep into your rectum that you'll be shitting my sperm for a week." [Yes... I confess I don't remember everything exactly as he said it, but he definitely said that!]

He positioned himself at the entrance and slowly started pushing in. Oh Fuck it's painful! Getting my little backdoor hole stretched like that. Still stingy from the flogger. Finally the head is in, and then everything else follows inexorably until he is deep in me. He slowly fucks my ass. My Violet cock is deep in my cunt. I'm lying on it, pushing it in deeper. David grabs the Hitachi again and shoves it under my clit. Now I am lying on it as well. He's doing it again. Bastard!

"Are you going to cum again, slut? Cum with my cock up your ass?"

"Yes Sir! I am Sir!" I had to admit, ass fucked and everything, because for sure number three was on its way! I came before he did, and I think my orgasmic screaming egged him on because he came just after, into my asshole as he promised he would. When he came, he really rammed hard into my ass. Deeper than any thrust, and then just held it there as he spasmed on top of me. It hurt like hell so deep, but I knew he was having his pleasure, so I just took it (like a bitch should).

"Holy Shit!" I said.

"Good sex," he said nonchalantly. Ha!

We lay there for a bit. He stroked me and kissed me tenderly. All over where the whip had gone. Nice aftercare. He kissed my pussy and I felt myself get a little aroused. He noticed and licked, but I pulled him up. "No more! Please! RED!" I finally said. No more orgasms. I couldn't take another. My Man had defeated me!

I was so sore that night. Pleasantly sore. Tingly so. I had a bath to try to ease myself, but it was not very helpful. David was sympathetic, but not sorry. He knew I had asked and received.

Next morning my ass was ok, but my pussy and tits were still sore. It was Sunday, so I got to relax.

I declared a spanking and sex moratorium for the week. I am planning to take a week off, where David and I can normalize our relationship back to being equals. After that, I plan on moving Topside again.

Being subby was an amazing lark. I would do it again. But it's sort of like if you like, say, peaches and oranges. You like them both, but you might have a special fondness for peaches. It does not mean you will never eat an orange again if they are always offered together, just that you really like peaches. I'm the same way. Topping is my peach. I like oranges plenty, but I really like peaches!


Looking forward to being back on the other end of the whip!

Friday, September 22

My Beating is Tomorrow!!!

Sooo excited! I'm getting my husband-beating tomorrow evening! Yay!


It's been a long fun week. The story starts at Am I Sick in the Head?, where these dark desires to be dominated popped out of my brain, continues in Letter to my Husband where I compose a letter asking him to dominate me, and goes on in Letter Delivered and Collared and Flogged. David has really stepped up. He decided to make me wait a week during which time he is essentially practicing his domination of me. And let me tell you, every day has been eventful!
  1. Saturday
    Read the letter, nipples twisted, spanked, cropped, fucked, fed his cum.
  2. Sunday
    Fucked, spanked, publicly collared and leashed, flogged, blow job, swallow.
  3. Monday
    Stripped, collared, spanked, caned, fucked, fed his cum.
  4. Tuesday
    Stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, strapped, face fucked, swallow.
  5. Wednesday
    Fucked, stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, paddled.
  6. Thursday
    Stripped, collared, spanked, dildoed, belt whipped, blow job, swallow.
  7. Friday
    I don't know... he's not home yet!
I have omitted most of the titty abuse, as that has been quite constant! David has been putting me into my pink doggy collar and leash as soon as he gets home. He first makes me strip to naked and kneel in front of him while he attaches first my collar, and sometimes my leash. He has been lately been taking them off before bed to give me a bit of a break.

I'll tell you, though, David has a bit of a doggy fetish.



He makes me crawl around on all fours while he holds my leash. He sometimes whips my bum with the end of my leash. He's made me bend down, ass up, and lap water from a bowl while he "pets" me. He even made me pee in the bathtub once, down on all fours, one leg raised. Weird! I'll have to ask if he's into that, subby side, when clear of this. The peeing was only once though, so far.

Usually after the collaring and bit of doggy play, it's been across his knee for my daily spanking. These are kind of medium hard, enough to make my bum blush, but not much more. I always get my pussy fondled here as well, and teased about my submissiveness and what is yet to come. On two occasions he took the opportunity, with me across his knee, to stick a butt plug into me before my spanking. He says he's stretching me out for Saturday.


On Thursday he fucked my pussy with my own dildo while spanking me.

Soooo close to cumming!!!!

He's had at least one orgasm every single day, either from pussy fucking me, or face fucking me, or a blow job. In every case, though, I've been made to guzzle his cum. He tells me I'm his "cute little cum bucket".

David's been trying out various implements of my own choosing on me. So far I have chosen the crop, the flogger, the Delrin cane, the strap (tawse), the paddle, and the belt. Tonight I will have to choose the final implement. I am intending to choose the switch (all ready to go!).

He has not been too hard on me with the implements. He tries them out on various parts of me with increasing intensity and I give him an indication. If it seems ok, he strikes harder and I give him a numerical score. He has not gone past an eight yet. I only get one eight in any given position and then he backs off. So not brutal by any means. But I have been whipped all over, tits and pussy included!

I'll tell you what about my pussy though, and this has been brutal!!! I have been forbidden from cumming all week long. And with all the sexiness and teasing all week long, I have been in a constant state of arousal, meaning wet, puffy, and tingly whenever he is near (and sometimes when he is not, like when I glance at my Minnie Mouse watch at work.) He says I will be allowed my orgasms on Saturday night, after I have been sufficiently well beaten and fucked, and have begged for it to his complete satisfaction. I plan on begging up a storm!

Crop and flogger work everywhere. Delrin cane is definitely for ass and high leg backs (if that!) only. Likewise for the strap. I can imagine both of those being absolutely brutal if he wants. the paddle I was more familiar with. Ass and high legs only. Belt is more versatile. He belt whipped my pussy and asshole with the single tailed end. Not suitable for breasts, though! When doubled up and swung hard, it's more like the strap.

Tonight we will experiment with a switching. I think they might be able to be used everywhere, but painfully! He had to go out on a work-social thing and said he would try to be home by 8pm (10 minutes from now). I pretty much know what will happen. He will strip me himself and make me kneel. He will then attach my collar. He might attach the leash and make me crawl around a bit. At the end, I will have to crawl across his lap for my naked spanking. While there he will tease my pussy. He might plug my ass, or dildo me. Then he will take the switches for a spin on my body in the bedroom.

Before bed, unless he is saving himself for tomorrow, I will be required to present my pussy to him for a fucking, or sexually service him with my mouth. I don't think I am in for an ass fucking tonight. He's only stretched me with plugs so far. I'm pretty sure it will happen tomorrow, though. I know he enjoys fucking my ass. For my pussy fuckings, it has always been from behind. My hair is pulled, his hand is around my neck, or my tits are mauled during it. It is hard and fast and quick. And then he scoops out his cum and makes me eat it, smearing me on my face as he does it and calling me a little whore.

This is all leading up to tomorrow, where he has promised me a wife-beating and a raping that I will not soon forget. As a Woman, as a Feminist, as a Dominatrix, as a Strict Wife, I am horrified that I am looking forward to it so much! Please wish me luck!

Oh Shit! I hear him at the door... Gotta run! Excuse the typos, will proofread later!

Tuesday, September 19

Collared and Flogged

So I'm currently at the end of day 3 of my week long status as my husband's sex slave. I described the events of Saturday evening in Letter Delivered. Today I'll write about Sunday and a bit of Monday.

We started Sunday off with a fucking and a spanking right after breakfast. I deliberately chose to wear my sexy little babydoll robe down for breakfast, and he said I was just askin' for it. You be the judge, it was a bit like this.


He was going to just spank me for being a slut, but when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties he decided I was being a real slut and needed more. So he bent me over the kitchen island, held me down, and fucked me! Just like that!

He "lubed me" by spitting on his hand and rubbing it across my cunt, though in truth it wasn't much needed! He thrust and thrust and then came inside of me. I had to get on my hands and knees and clean off his messy cock afterwards with my mouth. So demeaning!

And then to add injury to insult, he put me across his knee and spanked my bare bottom, a little bit hard too! But he also fondled my pussy (it didn't need it - the fucking already had me hot). It was a super wet fondle as his cum was dribbling out and it felt so slippery and gooey over my clit. It felt sooo good though. But no sexual relief for this little girl. Apparently he can just fuck me whenever and however he pleases now, without even asking permission, yet keep me dripping and engorged. The cad.

Later in the day we drove to the market for a bit of grocery shopping. Nothing eventful happened there.

But then on the way home he pulled into a strip mall. I was getting suspicious! He took me into the pet store. We don't own a pet. I was wondering if he was going to buy me a puppy. Naive in retrospect!

He marched me right to the dog collars. He said he was buying one for me. Oh how blushy is that! He wanted my "input" and we selected a pink one (I actually suggested the black one with the big spikes, but he said I couldn't have it).




Then he decided he needed to see if it fit, right then and there in the shop. I was blushing so much! There were a few people around who caught a glimpse at us, but I guess everybody was too embarrassed to stare. So fucking embarrassing! Then he got a long skinny pink leather lead to go with it, and attached it on as well.


He said that his little puppy needed to learn to come to heel. He took the handle end of the lead, and whipped my ass once with it (over my tight jeans). I yelped. he decided the set would do nicely for me. Then he used the lead to guide me to the front of the store to the cashier.

I swear to God It was so embarrassing, but it was also a huge giggle for me. I stood straight and tall, my breasts jutting out, proud of my Master's collar around my neck. I figured, why fight it?

There was a guy at the checkout desk, a young man, probably early twenties. Well his mouth kind of hung open. David said, "looks good on her, don't you think?" He gulped and half-heartedly agreed with him. "She'll wear it home," David said. "Ummm... I need to scan it," he said. David told me to kneel down on the floor. I immediately did, back straight tits out! David found the tag which was sort of buried under the collar and brought it out so the guy could scan it with the portable thingy on a wire as I strained forward. Did the same with the lead. David paid. There was another guy working at the shop, an older fatter guy, who came up to the cash beside the kid and just stared. David gave a yank on my leash and said "up!" I quickly stood. He gave it another tug and said, "heel!" and we walked out of the store, David leading me, me at his heel, literally. Oh My Gosh!

David and I laughed about it afterwards in the car. It was SUCH an adrenaline rush. I was such a good little puppy too! He told me I needed to keep the collar on whenever I was home alone with him, and I needed to ask his permission to remove it regardless. I'm wearing it now. He won't let me take it off at night. It's a constant reminder to me of what's coming.

Thank goodness he didn't tell me to wear it to work. I don't think I could have, and so it would have ruined our vibe. But this is why I trust him. He knows it's not practical, so he doesn't tell me to. And I find it sexy having his collar around my neck, even if it is a bit hot and chafes a bit.

At bedtime I was sent up ahead of him to undress (except for my collar he was quick to point out), and to select the implement he was to try out on me tonight. Because of a letter I received from a reader, I chose our flogger.


It's pretty heavy. There are 16 tails on it. Some kind of leather. Substantial handle. The business end is maybe 18 inches long? It was expensive, from a leather shop. I was told that if used properly on me that "I will become embarrassingly aroused being beaten", and potentially reduced "to a mound of quivering jelly". My source for this information is unimpeachable in my opinion. I know a bit the possible effects from having used it on him. Pain mixed with pleasure. You will think me very silly, but I was excited for my flogging all day long!

I put down several pillows and climbed up over them, belly down, ass high. David played with the flogger at first, dragging it down my skin from my neck to my ankles, making a brief stop between my ass cheeks and at my pussy, where he dangled the tips against the already puffy-feeling lips of my vagina.

"Zero, Sir, but I love it!" I volunteered, using his numerical rating system for how hard the strokes felt.

Then he started to whip my ass cheeks in what must have been a lazy figure eight pattern. That was like a 2. I actually liked it when the very tips of the flogger went between my cheeks and onto my pussy. He then moved up to my shoulder blades and flogged me there. "Do up like it there?" he asked. "Yes Sir!" I said. He started going harder. It was still ok, maybe a 5. He brought it back down to my ass and flogged me harder there as well. I was squirming on my pillow. He noticed that. He turned the topmost pillow onto its edge so I was humping it. Then he started whipping my cheeks and my legs from the side, snapping the flogger down onto me with harder strokes, though still not so hard. 6 maybe. I could feel the pillow pushing into me, and I must have looked like this girl!

Math for subbies:
This girl + flogger = me + wet pillow

"You little slut," he said, "don't you dare cum." Then he whipped my ass more. His strokes got harder and harder until they were hurting, "8 Sir!" I yelled out. 8 was pretty hard. 9 is supposed to be my limit, 10 is too hard, as per Sir's instructions.

"You've had enough fun with that pillow, you dirty whore," he said. When he uses words like that, it thrills me. He took the pillow away and made me roll over, removing the other pillows. He gave me a pillow and told me to hold it over my face, and to keep my arms away from my breasts. Oh Shit!

Then he started whipping my breasts lightly. OMG. It's indescribable! I wanted that whip so bad that it was making my pussy ache! "You like this!" said David, surprised and amused. I moaned and cried out as he whipped me with his flogger. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He kept checking in each time he went a bit harder. Those 16 tips, all over my breasts, reaching all parts at once! First one breast and then the other. My nipples the most sensitive part. The fat of my breasts the most erotic for me.

He took the pillow from me and told me to spread my legs widely. He whipped my belly (as I had asked him to in my letter) and down towards my cunt. He did not go too hard. He went down to my legs, and flogged my inner thighs, so close to my pussy! He re-positioned himself nearer my head looking essentially vertically down my body and whipped my pussy, wrapping the tips of his flogger lightly around my cunt. I went involuntarily to close my legs but he told me to "keep them open, slut!" He went harder and harder until I gave him an 8. I did not want to hand out a 9. I wanted to leave room for him. It was so hard to keep my legs spread as he whipped me like that, but when he saw them start to close a little I got a hard whipping to my inner thigh for my troubles, and immediately spread them again!

I kind of "broke" at that point, and started begging, "Please Sir! Please fuck my sore pussy with your hard cock!"

He finished up by dangling the tips of the flogger against my pussy, making me shimmy dance under it and shove my cunt up towards it.

"Not tonight," he said. "You can have that later."

Ohhhhhhh!

He sent me off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I touched my clit a little while peeing. It felt soooo good! But it wasn't allowed. Cumming was forbidden until at least Saturday.

We went to bed together. We kissed. I could feel his hard cock against me. I reached for his erection. "May I Sir," I asked, "in my mouth?" He said yes. I went down on him. I sucked him with my lips and stroked him with my hand and was rewarded with a big mouthful of hot cum. That's two for him on Sunday, none for me. I swallowed it down and gently cleaned him off more with my mouth, then came back up to him and thanked him.

This switching is making our sex lives nuts! Well, his anyways ;-)

After we separated from our cuddling I slipped out of bed and went to my computer. I've always stayed up late. I think I need less sleep than most.

Next morning I asked him if he would please remove my collar, as I needed to get ready for work. He obliged. I showered and got myself ready.

Before I left for work he stopped me for one more thing. I have an iWatch, with a changeable clock face. It's usually on a more elegant watch face. He's made me set it to Minnie Mouse for the week.


He tells me every time I look at my watch, I should remember what I have coming.

I was checking the time all day long, believe me, and getting a little rush each time. Even in meetings with others present. Oh my gosh! Such a slut!

We're still nowhere near the main event. Thinking about that makes me soo excited still. I know now that David will do it right. I am expecting a fully consensual, safe, sane, wife-beating! That is so bad!

Monday, September 18

Letter Delivered

Well I did it! I delivered my letter to my husband! (see Letter to my Husband).


I checked the blog for any last minute advice around 6pm, and then printed the letter out in red ink. I did not change a thing. It gave me a lot of confidence that it was so well received by you guys. David had made a spot of healthy dinner and we ate that. The letter was burning a hole into the living room Ottoman!

After dinner we tidied up together. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I told him that I wanted to have a talk with him. He looked a bit confused. I never sound like that! "A nice talk!" I went on hastily to add. "Actually, I wrote you a letter. Sort of like a love letter. But kinky. It's on the coffee table."

He said, "should I read it?" Well duh! But I guess it was an unusual situation.

"Yes, please," I said.

So he went in the living room and I followed him. He sat on the couch in front of the letter. He put his feet up on the Ottoman and opened my letter. I was sitting opposite him. Perched cross-legged on a plush sofa chair too big for me.

He read through it quietly. I watched his face for any reactions. There were some smiles, and he looked at me gently during the first part. I blushed! Then he read a section, I think where I said I wanted to revisit the question of him spanking me, he cocked his head, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and grinned a little. Then he went back to reading. He looked at me once more, right around the time he would have gotten to the part describing how rough I would want him to be with me. I got another look. Kind of like, an appraising look. Oh Boy! My tummy had some serious butterflies by then! He finished up the letter, put it down, and looked at me.

"So... what do you think?" I asked him, probably too desperately.

"I think we need to talk about this," he said.

Oh Shit! I thought. Maybe he doesn't want to? Maybe he thinks I really don't want that and he's going to try to talk me out of it?

"Sure," I said, hiding all those doubts.

"But I think you're overdressed for our conversation," he said. "Take off all your clothes."

Oh My Gosh! It was good! It was going to work out. I was so relieved. He was already getting into it. I was quite sure the conversation would head in the right direction with me buck naked and him fully clothed!

"Yes, Sir," I said. Isn't that what you're supposed to say when you're a woman in my position?

I got up and stripped in front of him. Right down to nuthin'! Then I just stood there, hands at my sides, breasts and bared hairless pussy exposed, waiting for my next order.

He told me to come nearer to him, and to kneel beside him. I did so, kneeling on my haunches right near the couch he was sitting on. He told me he'd read the letter again, out loud this time, and we would talk about each section. Oh Gosh! What a bastard! Why did he think I put it in a letter in the first place?!? All I said was "yes, sir".

So he read aloud every section. After each section he made a little comment. In the parts where I said I loved him, he told me how much he loved me as well. In the parts where I talked about his spankings, he expressed gratitude and said what an amazing wife I was. Where I first said I wanted to be spanked by him, he said it would be his pleasure to scratch my itch (my words from the letter). Where I said I did not want to stop spanking him, he said, "that's good." The conversation was very one-sided so far! When I first mentioned John in the letter, and how understanding he was, he looked me in the eye, held up my chin with his finger, and said that he trusted me "absolutely". I responded that I did him as well. When I wrote more about the John and Tracy incident, and what went down, and our mutual excitement, and how he got to fuck Tracy in the end, he said that he could see how excited I was, that he didn't need to fuck Tracy, but that it was fun since I was there overseeing the action.

When we got to the part of the letter about Violet, he wanted me to say more. He was surprised by how submissive I was being, but thought it was my "girl thing" (he knows I get ridiculously excited around girls!). I had to explain that I did not control the spanking, but only asked her to go full out, as if she was punishing me, as I wanted to experience that complete letting go with her first before doing this with him.

Then he read the two paragraphs aloud about how dark my fantasies were. I was feeling my face and breasts flush as he read my words back to me. I felt a neediness in my pussy as well. He put down the letter and reached out abruptly for my left nipple. He squeezed it, twisted it, and pulled it very hard. The pain was intense, taking my breath away and bringing tears instantly to my eyes. "So you want it rough, do you? Are you sure you can take it?"


"YES SIR!" I yelled out.

He released my left nipple and did a repeat performance, every bit as hard, on my right. "Are you really sure?"

"YES SIR!" I yelled out again. Fuck! Who was this girl??? Who was this man????

He released my nipple. They were both still throbbing from the pain. He caressed my breasts and gently rubbed my aching nipples. He went back and re-read (aloud) the following part of the letter,
I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.
He grabbed for my breast again, and this time squeezed the whole handful. He then echoed the language I had just used, saying something along the lines of, "so, you want to be whipped do you? Whipped like a dirty little whore? Then have your cunt slammed like a tramp? Is that what you want? You want to be my dirty little bitch? Does that make you hot now?"

"Oh yes, Sir," I said.

He told me to spread my knees apart. I did, instantly. He reached his hand down and felt my pussy. He then pushed two fingers into me and started moving them around. I was soooo wet! My pussy made sloppy sounds as he did that. He pulled his fingers out and looked at them, glistening with my cunt juices. "I guess you really do," he said. How humiliating! He brought his fingers to my mouth and had me clean them off. I tasted my own acidic, pungent pussy juices, as I cleaned off his fingers with my mouth.

He read the rest of the letter then. After he read the part about him maybe cumming too soon and it not mattering to me, he said that I'd have bigger things to worry about then when he cums on me.

Then he said, "we're not going to do this tonight."

Ohhhh!!!!

"When are we going to, Sir?" I asked, a little desperately.

"A week today," he said.

"Why a week? Why not tonight??" I asked, and then added "Sir" as an afterthought.

"Because," he started explaining very rationally, "if we do it tonight I won't be able to tease you for a whole week first. And, I need some practice time to be sure you get what you need a week today."

Wow! Good reasoning, I guess!

He went on to explain that for the next week I would be his slave. I would not be allowed to cum until after my beating next week. He said that included diddling myself in front of my computer after he's asleep (drats! he knows about that??). Every evening at bedtime I would select one of our implements, and he would practice with it on me. He would go from lighter to harder, on various body parts, with me in various positions, and I would tell him what it felt like as we went. At the end of the week, he would give me the beating and fucking I craved, and would allow me to cum. Until then I was his bitch and I would do as I was told.

Ok. Parse that. Wow! First, didn't I tell you he was smart? He would figure out how to use the implements on me before the "main event". At the same time, he would keep me in a state of needy submissiveness for an entire week. That is all just... well brilliant! I knew. I KNEW he had it in him! He can be such an intense sub, and in his case it translates into being such an intense Dom. Vice versa for me I guess!

He shot his hand out again for my nipple. I winced away. He grabbed it anyway.

"You don't like this, do you?" he asked as he twisted.

"No sir," I said.

"Do you want me to stop doing it?" he asked

"As you please, Sir," I said. See? I know how a sub should behave!

"What a good little slave you are,' he said. "I'm going to reward you with a spanking now."

He pulled me to standing by my tit, moved himself to the center of the couch, and then pulled me across his knees. He let go of my tit and hugged me tightly into him. I arched my back and stuck up my butt for him. He started slapping my ass. Not hard, but solid. In all the right places! He occasionally stopped to fondle my ass, my pussy, my clit.


And then went back to spanking me. It was not a hard spanking by any stretch, but it was a very nice one! It was a reward for being such a good slave. While I was across his knee, he told me that I'd be gently spanked and fondled like this every day I was his slave. My heart kind of melted at that!

"Ok, up you get!" he said as he delivered his final spank. Holy crap! It was sooo hard! Like a fucking paddle! But harder! Right across my low ass cheeks, right in the middle. It resonated into my pussy and asshole, but my poor butt was top of mind! I stood up and rubbed my rear cheeks where he had just smacked them.

"That last one was very hard, Sir," I commented.

He smiled at me and said that was to remind me to be a good slave, because if I'm a disobedient pet he's quite capable of making every spank like that. Oh Dear! The brute! He wouldn't. Be still my poundy heart!

He told me to go upstairs and to select my first implement. I went up to the bedroom, nursing my sore buns and titties. I selected the riding crop.


I thought I would start easy!

I decided I should lie face down on our bed, with a couple of pillows under my hips. That is how I like to place him and how he likes to be placed. I had the riding crop beside me.

He walked in soon after I was settled. He picked up the crop and he whipped it in the air a bit. He brought it down on my ass. He told me to rate the severity of the strokes from 0 to 10. 0 being a total nothing, and 10 being anything past what I thought I could take, and 9 just at my limit. Very scientific!

The crop never made it above 7. But nor did he whip it nearly as hard as he could have. Probably a good thing! I got it all over on my ass. He asked me questions, like "do you like it here?" when he spanked me higher up and on my flanks and I was allowed to answer no. "How about here?" and so on. He turned me over and used the crop on my breasts and nipples. That got the 7 out of me. Fuck! He used it on my pussy also. Both on my back with my legs low and spread, and also him lifting my legs up high where he got at my pussy again, especially my puffy pussy lips, and also my asshole. When he asked, "is it ok here?" I had to blush and say "yes, Sir". My little holes and titties will get sooo abused this week, not to talk about next Saturday!

And then you know what that shitty bastard did? He ended it. Then he put me on my side, took off his clothes, got behind me like a big spoon, and fucked my pussy until he came.


He KNOWS I can't cum from pussy fucking alone! I tried reaching for my clit but he grabbed my arm and said, "no!" After he came, he wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom to clean up my cunt. He lay me on my back until his cum started dribbling out, then scooped it out with his fingers and fed it to me, smearing it on my face and tits as well. oh yummy. cum.

I guess I am not a Domme anymore. At least not for another week. I am my Husband's slave. I do as he says. I let go. Pain, pleasure, and tease are his to give as he pleases. I am nothing, and I am everything. I am his slave! This isn't hard for me. So many of you thought it would be, but it's not. It's like melting. I have no control. I have no responsibility. I do as I am told. I am intensely sexually aroused the entire time. I am needy for my beating. I am needy to be taken the way a woman should be taken. My pussy aches with anticipation. Aches for his touch. Even if it means crawling across my Master's knee for my spanking in order to earn it.

How will I last a fucking week???!!!

Friday, September 15

Letter to my Husband

After thinking about it for a bit, and considering all my readers' comments on my last blog entry, I am now absolutely positive that I want my husband to dominate me the way I fantasize about.


Thinking about it makes my heart beat hard, my mouth dry, my skin sweat, my belly do flip flops. My pussy and breasts ache for a touch. I want it badly. I want it badly from him!

I decided I will broach the subject with him by means of a letter. I have not sent it yet. I humbly request thoughts and comments from my readers before I do. I absolutely recognize the absurd irony of having such an intimate and private love letter seen and commented on by hundreds, and embrace it.

Here is my draft letter.



Dear David,

I am writing you a letter today, because if I talked to you about this in person I would surely blush and stammer and say things I do not intend. So I have taken my time composing this letter and thinking through everything I say in it carefully. After you have read it, then we can discuss at length if that is your desire.

I want to start off by saying what a wonderful husband you are and what a happy wife I am! Saying "yes" to you those many years ago was both the easiest and the best decision I have ever made in my entire life. I love so many things about you. I love your mind, I love your looks, I love your personality, I love the way you diet so assiduously and then eat a candy bar! I love that you are such a great provider and such a strong and competent man, and I love that you can be such a cute little girl laying across my knee!

When you first broached the subject of spanking, you asked if I thought spanking was at all sexy. I had heard cheeky references and jokes, of course, about adult spanking, but always sort of laughed them off. Spanking was mainly something you used to do to naughty kids. You asked if I wanted to be spanked. No! My only experience with spanking as a child was slightly traumatic, and the thought of being held down and struck by any man was not something I was at all comfortable with. You asked if I thought it would be sexy if I were to spank you. I was not so sure for my part, but if you found it sexy, then why would I not entertain your cute bare bum across my knee getting whacked?

And so it started. And to my surprise I found that I LOVED it! Once I got over the awkwardness and started doing it right, I found it sexy and empowering. I never dreamt I could have that kind of power over a man, over you. From the start it made my pussy wet and tingly, as you quickly found out afterwards when I put your head between my legs! Once I got to know your limits, the more red your ass and the more you wiggled and begged, the more it turned me on. As we went, we grew into more and more crazy stuff, and I loved it all! Implements, panties and bras for you, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, my sister (!), public play, diapers, enemas, three-ways, trainers, pro dommes, friends, waitresses, you name it, I went for it, and I loved it! I know you did also. As long as you still want it, I intend to never stop doing it! God willing, I'll be spanking your bare ass in front of your cute little geriatric nurse when we're both in our 90's!

But, I'm now ready to revisit the question of whether I want to be spanked by you. Yes I do! Very much so! Not as a full-time thing, not as the main thing, not even as a regular thing. But as a once in a while thing? Yes. Absolutely. It excites me thinking of it. I have an itch, and it needs to be scratched, and only you can scratch it!

Don't misunderstand, most of the time when we play I'm still going to be your Dommy Wife and you better believe it, buster! I've got a drawer full of lingerie for you, a hairbrush, a strap, a cane, and a big strap-on dildo to teach you otherwise if you doubt me. And a sister and several female acquaintances I can invite over to watch me instruct you on that point!

Notwithstanding, you know, of course, that I've been toying with the subby side for a while now. A few little spankings from you, from some pros, from Tracy. A few more forceful sex acts from you. With all of those, I've felt very much in control of the situation. I treated the spankings more like a massage. And I was excited and not at all panicky when I mock-submitted to these women.

Then came John. Tracy was so keen to involve John as much as possible, and you know I'm a pleaser. So I considered it. I rolled it around in my mind. And I was surprised that thinking about it did not panic me. It even excited me. I was still not sure that if I actually let him dominate me a bit, that I would not panic, so I set it up as a sort of experiment. You were so understanding. You could tell it excited me, and you were nothing but encouraging! You are a very secure man, which I love about you. You let me explore my wild child and share the excitement with you, before and after.

I wanted it to be John, not you, for a reason I have not shared with you. A reason that was not even clear to me until recently. If I did react badly, I was worried I would wind up being mixed up about the guy doing it. Don't care if I get mixed up about Tracy's husband. Absolutely did not want to get mixed up about you!!! So he was my dry run. He was my dry run for you. I really only want to be spanked and dominated by one man in this world, and it's you! Oh, I suppose I can enjoy others as a lark, as you do enjoy being dominated by other women on occasion, but none of it makes any sense if you're not involved!

So I surprised myself by not panicking at all with John. In fact, I enjoyed being over his hard-muscled lap and feeling that heavy hand on my butt. I enjoyed sticking my ass up in the air like a total slut practically begging him to touch my pussy! It went so well that I decided to see what effect his cock had on me. Down my throat and in my cunt, good and hard. Even lapping his cum out of his wife's pussy after I made her lick his dribbling cum out of mine. Oh my gosh! Does that turn you on, David? I know it does! But I made sure to arrange to pay my debt, even though you thought none was owing. I made sure you got to bend over big-tittied Tracy and fuck her needy holes also, and even make a sperm deposit in her hot little cunt. Proving two can play at that game.

So whatever was holding me back from being dominated by a man, it's safe to say it isn't there anymore. It's less than the shadow of a ghost now. It's time you and I played for real! I'm ready for it. Are you?

With all those encounters, even with John, I was in control. I needed to be, rank newbies that they were. With none of them did I trust them enough to really let got. I want to let go with you.

You don't know this, but I let go with Violet. That spanking I got from her was not planned out in any detail at all. Everything else was planned to a tee. For my spanking, I just told her to do it properly, and boy did she ever! It was scary, but it was so sexy also! I want that with you now. I don't want to be in control at all. I want you to take that control.

Another thing you don't know, my fantasies around you dominating me have gotten dark. Real dark! I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.

Yes, I want to submit to you totally. Submit to having my face fucked. Grab my hair, push my mouth onto you until I gag. Submit to having my cunt slammed. Even submit to having my ass cheeks prised apart and my backdoor stretched and violated by your cock. Use the dildo. Stick two of them in my holes and use your cock in whatever's left over. Whichever way you please, darling, I want to be yours totally!

I know... I can get overly enthusiastic sometimes. You tell me this enough! So take it at your own pace. The first time we do it will not be our last. But know that I am ready for whatever you dish out, and that I crave everything I wrote above. I trust you absolutely. I have never trusted anybody else like this.

I will have the "red" safeword. And for your sake I will have the "yellow" one as well. Fell free to extract a yellow from me if you dare! I will not resent it, and don't you back off too much when you hear it either. I know what I'm asking for. I know how deliciously sore I'll be the next morning, inside and out.

And please don't worry about cumming too soon. I adore your creamy cum on me and in me, whenever it happens. It would be my honour to swallow your ejaculate, my husband, if it comes to that. Afterwards, you can just whip me until your erection comes back. I'll wriggle my ass and pussy nicely for you under your whip to encourage it! I'll take your soft member in my mouth and suck on it like a baby for as long as you want. I want you, hard or soft!

I Love You So Much!!!

Always Your Slutty and Over-Excitable Wife,

Julie