My Sex Drive

My husband is a little older than me, well into his forties, and his sex drive, while still healthy, has slowed down while mine has totally sped up. So frustrating. He used to want to fuck, like, all the time, and I didn't; and now it's me and he's all like, "not tonight, honey, I have a headache." Prompted by some comments on my previous blog post, I decided to force the issue in a dominant way.

In case you don't know, male libido peaks at around age 20, while female libido peaks much later. For me, I feel like it's peaking now (early forties), though I understand it's generally mid-thirties for most women as shown in the following graph.

I feel like David's is accurately represented by his graph, and I think we did equalize mid-thirties, but I've had NO drop-off now into my early forties, just the opposite in fact: hornier than ever! So picture that chart with my curve continuing to rise past 40, while poor David's continues to drop off as pictured. You can see why I'm exhausting him! I think I need me a 25-year-old stud to properly nail me into the mattress, but in the meantime I shall make do with my man ;-)

The comments I received were these:

Despite my recent turn to subiness, I retain my highly-developed topping skills and decided to put them to good use to get me what I wanted. I approached David in bra, panties, heels, and my riding crop. I told him, "Sex! Now!" and smacked the crop down hard onto the couch where he was sitting.

This could have gone one of two ways for me. In way one he takes the crop from my hand, pulls me across his knee, spanks me frantic, then whips my bare bum all the way up to the bedroom where he fucks me. In way two, he says "yes Ma'am," I strip him, whip his bare ass all the way up to the bedroom, and make him fuck me. Did not see the downside either way.

As it happened, he said "yes, Ma'am!"

"Clothes off. Every stitch," I told him as I stood to watch him strip, playing with my crop as he did so. "Let's see what you got," I said.

He strips to nude, sporting a giant erection. That's my good boy!

"Bend over the back of the couch," I said. He draped himself across the back of the couch, bare bum uppermost. "Spread those legs," I told him. He spread his legs. I walked behind him and saw that his penis and testicles were lying on the outside of the couch, just where I wanted them.

I played my crop gently, caressingly, over his genitals. "I need sex, and I need it often. Do you understand?" He said he did. "I don't care if you're not 'in the mood'. I don't care if you can't get it up. You still have a functioning tongue, and you'll use it." And with that I whipped the crop hard across his ass.

"Yes Ma'am!" he cried out.

"Beating you turns me on. You don't need to be 'in the mood' to turn me on during a beating. You just need to suffer, and whimper," and I whipped him again.

"Yes Ma'am!"

"I'm going to give you twelve nice stripes across that ass for not being man enough to initiate sex as often as required to satisfy your wife."

My crop acts as a good cane as well, with just a small leather slapped on the end.

I gave him a slow, controlled caning, taking my time between strokes, using the tip to tickle his genitals and asshole to keep him hot for me between the vicious cuts. I went hard on the cuts and raised some mild wheals across his ass.

"Stand up. Hands on your head. We're walking, not running, not jumping, not screaming, up to the bedroom. You will walk slowly and continuously in front of me. Go." As I said that last, I whipped my crop across his ass to get him moving. I walked behind and beside him and whipped whatever was available to me beneath his waist, including ass, flanks, thighs, and calves. All the way up to our bedroom he was flinching and recoiling and yelping and cowering; but he obeyed, walking slowly, nude, hands on head, as I required. His little "walk of shame" for not being man enough to keep me properly satiated with sex.

When we got to the bedroom I stripped off also and sat on the bed with my back propped up against the headboard and my legs spread.

"Eat me out, now!" I commanded him, pointing at my pussy with one hand, my crop in the other. He crawled up on the bed, knelt between my legs, then bent over to lick me. I used the crop gently on his back and his flanks as he licked and lapped like a good little doggie. I kept one hand on the back of his head as a dominance signal. Sometimes when I got a little over excited with my crop, I could feel it in my pussy as his body and mouth reacted. "Yeah, you're my good little doggie, eating out his Mistress on command..."

When I was soppy wet and sufficiently stimulated I said, "get up here and fuck me while I whip your ass."

I put a couple of pillows under my head and shoulders and lay on my back. David crawled up between my legs, inserted his cock, and pushed it in. Youch, then Mmmmmm. That's nice. He put his arms on either side of me and put his head next to my head. I cleared my right arm holding the crop and began whipping his ass with the tip of the crop. It was an easy reach in missionary. "Do a good job," I told him as I cropped his bum hard as I could (which was not too hard from that angle, but enough to get a yelp and an extra thrust). "Not just in and out, let's see some creativity in your fucking." David complied by swivelling his hips more and adding more hip tilts as well. "Good boy...". Didn't prevent him from getting the crop to encourage him.

I (unfortunately) never orgasm from a fucking (it's a big fantasy that I could: cumming while getting dicked down hard - in my book there's a chapter where that's what happens from my husband's magic cock on my wedding night - perhaps there's a man out there who could do it for me, but it's not my David). But I wanted him to cum inside of me. I whipped extra hard and said "cum for me, baby, deep inside me..." I tied my ass cropping to his thrusts so that each time his ass was high he got a smack. He cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

We've done this before, and I know that it turns him on to be cropped like this during intercourse. It delays his orgasm, guarantees it, and makes it more intense for him. He has told me that he fantasizes he is being "made to" fuck the maid he was caught innocently kissing while his aristocratic mother in riding apparel whips his ass with her crop to teach them both a lesson. I was pretty sure his mind went there (it did).

I could feel him starting to cum and I increased the speed and intensity of the cropping to literally whip the cum out of his cock while it was buried into me to the hilt.

After he came I grabbed his head and became mock angry with him. I needed to be firm with this next part because he can lose his submissiveness after an orgasm if I'm not careful. "Now you, fucking, get your mouth down there and eat me out. Every last fucking drop of sperm in me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"And I had better cum while you're doing it or you'll be getting the beating of your lifetime."

"Yes Ma'am!"

When I make a threat like that, he knows it's not an idle one. I would gleefully give him such an extended session of spanking, having more and more fun, getting glassy eyed as I strap and cane him. He knows it, and knows he would submit to it. Go on, just give me an excuse. Make my day...

He dove back down to my soppy wet creamy cunt and started tonguing me intensely, burying his face deeply into me so that his tongue could penetrate as deeply as possible. It turned me on, knowing he was lapping and sucking up his own sperm as it dribbled from me, and swallowing it as fast as he could. He used his hands to open me wider in order to get deeper, at which point I pulled his head in hard with both hands and gyrated my pussy against him, grinding his face hard. I could feel his distressed breathing and let off an inch so he could take a gasp of air and then pulled him back in hard again to lick and suck without breathing breaks. As he was suffocating against me I came sooo hard, grinding his face. Poor David didn't dare pull away as I was in my orgasmic throes, so had to hold his breath that much longer.

As the final wave went by I pushed him away from me and he gasped in a huge mouthful of air as I lay back and laughed. His face was a mess of a mixture of sperm and cunt juices. "Go to the mirror and look at yourself," I said.

He padded away to the bathroom and yelled back, "that's a very well-used face. May I wash now, Mistress." I like when he calls me "Mistress". It's very spontaneous when he does so.

"Yes you may. Then bring a nice warm washcloth and a dry towel to wash me as well."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, back to the more natural, more domestic, "Ma'am".

He returned and gently cleansed my sensitive areas, and softly kissed them as he patted me dry.

"The girls need a bit of attention," I said. He smiled and came up and gently kissed and caressed my breasts, and then we kissed one another passionately and snuggled. So nice.

I think when I'm too subby for too long I get this urge to domme him, and he also gets the urge to be dominated after too long "in charge". I think there's nothing wrong with that and everything right. I dont find it at all in conflict with him being Head-of-Household and me being his spanked wife, which we also love. I am truly serving him and his needs when we enact a scene like the one above. I should be spanked if I don't do it often enough.

It's also very handy for a wife to have this in her back pocket when the sex drives have flipped and she just needs a good fucking and is tired of waiting!