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Although today is Saturday, my Wife's busy schedule includes breakfast downtown with a prospective client. She works so hard as O/our Breadwinner! Accordingly, She rose early to take a shower and get dressed in one of Her suit skirts while i dropped off the Girls at band and basketball practice. When i returned, i decided to give my Wife a little show and stripped naked before i busied myself with my normal Saturday chores.

 

 

As i was making the bed in the nude, my Wife approached me from behind and gave me a squeeze on my bottom. "How can you expect Me to just go off when you are prancing around like that slave?" She asked. i turned and faced my fully dressed Wife. "It is already so warm today, Mistress that i thought that i would be more comfortable like this," i lied. "I don't think that was the real reason," She laughed. "you are a little Clit tease, you know that, don't you?" She smiled. "Yes, Mistress," i readily replied. W/we embraced and Her Hands explored my naked body as i ran my hands through Her still damp Hair.

 

 

"I'll be thinking about you, My little Clit Tease, during My breakfast," She told me. "you better be ready to deliver when I return," She commanded as She playfully swatted my butt. "Yes, Mistress," i assured Her.

 

 

She left for the breakfast and i am now sitting nude at the computer writing this posting. my erection makes it clear that i am anxiously awaiting Her return.

 

 

While She was at Her business breakfast, i decided to make myself as attractive as possible for Her. i went out and bought flowers and arranged them in a vase in the entry hallway so that She would see them upon Her arrival. Eventhough i had taken a shower the night before, i took another shower and focused on my grooming. i shaved very closely and plucked a few out of place hairs from my eyebrows, nose and ears. i carefully cut my nails and toenails. i chose a scented deordorant that i know that She particularly enjoys.

 

 

 

All the while i had an image in my mind of Her sitting at the business breakfast thinking of me. Perhaps Her Panties were getting wet at the thought of me waiting naked at home to service Her upon Her arrival. The thought of Her excitement made me extremely aroused and i had difficulty focusing on anything else. The fact that i hadn't had any sexual release in weeks wasn't helping any. It was like i had a perpetual erection!

 

 

 

Her business breakfast lasted longer than i had anticipated. i was about to explode! At long last, i heard Her car drive up and i greeted Her at the door in the nude. She thanked me for the flowers and W/we embraced. i thought that Her Tongue was going to pop out of the back of my throat from the force of Her French Kiss! She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

 

i helped Her undress and saw that Her Face and Chest were already flushed with excitement. Just the realization that She was so hot caused me to feel my own orgasm starting to build.

 

She threw me on the bed and mounted me. She grabbed my penis for insertion into Her Vagina. That was all i could handle. Despite my best efforts, i started to come! She immediately let go of me in the hopes that i could regain my composure but it was too late! i had reached the point of no return and sperm began to ooze out of me. my orgasm was very weak and unsatisfying but that was the least of my troubles.

 

i saw anger in Her Eyes and i knew i was in trouble.

 

 

She bolted from the bed as i tried to apologize and clean up my mess. She returned from Her closet with the wire hanger. "Get in position," She said firmly.

 

As i was kneeling on the bed, i turned away from Her, placed my face in the sheets with my bottom in the air. She lit into my rear with the wire hanger releasing Her anger with each stroke. During my beating, She spoke to me in measured tones while i meekly replied "i'm sorry Mistress" in the between each of Her pauses.

 

"If you are going to act as a little Clit Tease, you need to deliver the goods, slave ... you get me all pumped up for a good fuck and then you pop off like a teenager ... you need to work on your control ... focus on My needs," She stated. my butt was on fire! In fact, the only thing that kept me from using my safe word was Her own horniness.

 

She threw down the wire hanger and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "Let's see if that tongue of yours can finish what you started," She commanded. i hurriedly complied and soon i was licking Her to orgasm.

 

As She relaxed She looked at the clock. "It's almost time for you to pick up the Girls," She reminded me. "W/we will talk about this at your Sunday night evaluation," She said as She rolled over to take a well-deserved nap.

 

It is Sunday evening as i write this. my penis is stirring but i wonder what more is in store for me tonight. my bottom is still tender from yesterday's beating. i doubt that She will punish my butt again bur i am worried that She will take away my computer time once again.

 

i promise to write as soon as i am able.

 

 

At my Sunday night evaluation, my Wife first examined Her handiwork on my bottom. "That thing [the wire hanger] certainly leaves some nasty welts," She noted. She then took me in Her Arms and stroked my hair lovingly. "I not only need you to take care of My Household and the Girls," She carefully explained, "I need you to satisfy my sexual needs as well." "i want to please you sexually, Mistress," i assured Her, "but sometimes i just lose control down there." She sighed. "Sometimes I just want a good fuck so you must learn to control 'little frankie' [Her pet name for my penis] better," She commanded. "Yes, Mistress," i meekly replied.

 

i expected that She would then announce that i would be banned from playing on the computer because of my failure in bed. She then surprised me. "I want you to use your time on the computer this week finding out how you can last longer for Me, understood?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress!" i happily responded.

 

 

 

 

 

Mother's Day Weekend

 

 

On Saturday morning, i awoke next to my Wonderful Wife and stared at Her Beautiful Face. In the morning light, She looked absolutely fantastic and i thanked my lucky stars that She allowed me to share Her bed every night. She started to stir and i placed my head submissively against Her Underarm as She draped Her Arm around me. W/we then discussed the logistics relating to O/our upcoming trip to visit my Mother-in-law.

 

my Mother-in-law was quite a domineering figure in Her own right. As they say, the acorn never falls far from the tree. i truly admired my Mother-in-law for many reasons, not the least of which was the fact that She is the only Person on the planet who can intimidate my Wife. my Mother-in-law was getting up in years and my Wife decided that W/we should visit Her on Mother's Day. i wasn't looking forward to the four hour drive in both directions. (my Wife never drives on such long trips, preferring to sleep or work along the way).

 

As W/we cuddled in bed together, i could see that my Wife was clearly troubled about the weekend with Her Mother. i thought that perhaps She needed a distraction to help relax Her.

"May i do anything for You Mistress?" i asked fully expecting that i would be spending part of the morning with my head between Her Beautiful Legs.

 

She thought a moment and then answered, "No thank you, sweetie; i have too much on My Mind this morning." She then surprised me by adding, "Is there anything I can do for you?" The thought of my own sexual release after a wonderful hand job brought by flaccid penis to life in a jiffy. After all, it had been weeks since last i came (my premature ejaculation incident that i wrote about). But i also knew that i needed all my energy and submissive juices to help me focus during the upcoming trip to my Mother-in-law's.

 

"No, thank You, Mistress," i began. "i have two busy days ahead of me, Mistress, and i don't want to be tired or cranky during the visit," i responded.

 

She looked at me and smiled. "How sweet! I'm very proud of you for thinking ahead like that, sweetheart," She spoke in a voice like She was talking to a child. "you will need to be on your toes around My Mom, that's for sure!" She concluded as W/we B/both laughed.

 

She hopped in the shower and my erection slowly subsided. As i made the bed, i began to wonder whether i was evolving into a new sort of being, a male who wasn't concerned about his own sexual needs at all. Or maybe i was de-volving back to being a little boy who didn't care about sex. i guess time will tell.

 

 

Later on that same day i was packing our things for the trip (i always do the packing and unpacking; one less thing for my Wife to worry about). She came over to me and stated quite matter-of-factly, "Don't forget to pack your cleaning outfit." (my cleaning outfit consists of ratty shorts and a t-shirt that i wear while cleaning the house).

 

Instead of meekly complying, i challenged Her. "Why should i pack those old clothes?" i said. She looked at me firmly. "Mom is quite embarassed about Her place these days; She simply can't do the housework anymore so i told Her that you would be happy to clean Her place while We went out to dinner tonight," She answered.

 

"What am i going to do for dinner?" i asked quite taken aback. She laughed and grabbed an inch of fat at my waistline. "you certainly won't starve, now will you?" She retorted.

 

Strong rebellious feelings started to well up inside me. "Shouldn't You have consulted me first?" i demanded angrily. She now was getting very upset with me. "Don't you talk to me with that tone of voice!" She yelled and slapped me hard across the face. "i am sorry Mistress," i replied.

 

"I don't know what the big deal is; you have cleaned the homes of my Girlfriends," She stated. "You will clean my Mother's home tonight and be cheerful about it, do you understand?" She commanded. "Yes, Mistress," i said as i looked down to the floor.

 

On the long drive to Her Mother's place, i thought about what She had said. It was true that i had cleaned the homes of Her Girlfriends. Yet, that was somehow different. Those Womyn were much like my Wife --- beautiful, powerful and very sexy. i must confess that i actually got hard while cleaning Their Homes. This was not the same. i had no sexual feelings for my Mother-in-Law. This cleaning work would be done solely as a job in obedience to my Wife.

 

During the trip i concluded that i hadn't evolved much after all. i cleaned the houses of those Womyn so cheerfully because i derived some sexual pleasure out of serving Them. i wouldn't have those same feelings to motivate me that evening, however. i guess i was still very much tied to my penis after all.

 

 

i thought it was going to be awkward when W/we arrived at my Mother-in-Law's place. But it went surprisingly smoothly. my Mother-in-Law thoughtfully showed me where all the cleaning materials were --- as if it were the most natural thing in the world for Her son-in-law to clean Her House. i felt very much like the maid who had arrived for work just at the moment of a family outing. i arrived to clean house and the "Girls" went off to enjoy Themselves with dinner at a fine restaurant.

 

 

 

Fortunately, my Wife's Mother lives in a much smaller place than Her Daughter. i was hungry and felt leftout. But given my disrespect to my Wife, i was grateful to have something to do to put myself back in my Wife's good graces. Even without any sexual motivation, i was able to finish up the cleaning well before They returned from dinner. i made some decafe coffee for U/us as my Wife and my Mother-in-Law inspected my work. They were Both pleased with my performance. my Mother-in-Law thanked me before W/we headed off to a nearby motel.

 

Sunday (Mother's Day) W/we all enjoyed a great brunch together. (i was starving!) It felt so good to be back with the Family again. i tended to the two Mothers joyfully. Personal service always beats the mindless drudgery of housework! In any event, i was going to make the most of this opportunity to get out of the doghouse.

 

W/we arrived home late on Sunday night. i battled traffic as "my Girls" slept in the car. When W/we were alone in the bedroom, i wondered what was in store for me. "W/we will discuss your behavior tomorrow night," my Wife told me firmly.

 

 

She slept in on Monday morning, so i got up quietly and got the Girls off to school. i wrote the first part of "my Mother's Day weekend" and posted it to my blog. i wondered when She would next allow me to continue it. i wasn't looking forward to the promised "talk" that evening. When i heard Her commanding voice from upstairs ordering me to join Her in the bedroom, i knew i wouldn't have to wait until the evening to learn my fate.

 

As i came into the room, She was sitting naked on the edge of the bed holding a wooden spoon in Her Hand. "Come here, slave," She ordered. i disrobed and knelt down at Her Feet. She waited a little while before speaking again.

 

"you know that I will be punishing you, slave, but do you know why?" She asked. "i was disrespectful and disobedient, Mistress," i stammered. She shook Her Head. "No, silly boy!" She giggled. "Those are merely the symptoms; the real reason you will be punished is because you don't trust Me, slave," She continued. i hesitated to speak without being asked a question but i couldn't help myself. "But i do trust You, Mistress!" i interjected. She shook Her Head again and then began a long slow monologue.

 

"I mean you must completely trust Me, in every way, all the time, 24/7/365, not just when it suits you. W/we B/both know that i know what is best for you. you need to understand that and trust me completely to make the right decisions for you all the time. you need to place your trust whole heartedly in Me and I need to know that you will always trust Me to do what is right. I can't have you questionning Me. you must always trust Me, do you understand?" She concluded.

 

"Yes, Mistress," i replied. "i promise to always trust You completely, all time, 24/7/365," i assured Her. "Good boy," She responded. "Now, lay on your back on the bed and take your medicine," She commanded. i did as i was told and wondered what She had in mind.

 

 

Late Monday morning on the day after Mother's Day found me nude on my back on the bed. my rock hard penis waved in the air hoping for some some attention. Although it had been over a month since my last sexual release (my premature ejaculation episode), i knew better than to hope for some relief today. Surprisingly, it was at times like these that i most appreciated Her policy of forbidding me to masturbate. my intense need for sex had placed me firmly in "subspace," ready to accept whatever punishment that She had in store for me.

 

She retrieved two nipple clamps from Her dresser and carefully applied one to each of my nipples. As She did so, She spoke softly yet firmly. "First of all, slave, there will be no playing on the computer this week; i want you to focus on trusting Me completely this week," She said. The pain soon hit me and i struggled to answer Her without crying out. "Yes, Mistress, i promise!" i assured Her.

 

She then straddled my face, facing my feet. Her weight on my chest pulled the nipple clamps taunt, increasing my discomfort. She lowered Her Bottom onto my face, carefully positioning Her Clitoris near my tongue and Her Anus close to my nose. i greatfully inhaled the wonderful fragrance of Her unwashed Bottom. Instinctively, i began to lick Her Sacred Clitoris.

 

"Spread your legs, slave," She commanded. No sooner than i complied than i felt (and heard) the first slap of the wooden spoon on my right inner thigh. While my ample "bubble butt" bottom is well designed to receive such punishment, the same could not be said for my skinny inner thighs. Each time She hit me there it was like setting my skin on fire.

 

She continued to hit me, spreading the strikes evenly between both thighs and carefully avoiding my penis and balls. In return, i continued to lick Her. i could sense She was building towards orgasm. The funny thing was, i too felt like i was about to come also eventhough the pain had caused my erection to subside.

 

It was like all my senses were being overloaded --- the sound of my beating filling my ears, my taste buds bursting with the taste of Her Clitoris, my nose overwhelmed by the aroma of Her Bottom, my eyes drinking in Her every nook and cranny in the bright morning light, and my skin sending waves upon waves of pain to my brain.

 

She arched Her back and came with a heated rush and i felt an all over tingling that i can only describe as a full body orgasm --- every cell of mine felt lit up, that is, except for my penis!

 

She fell on top of me and O/our breathing slowly returned to normal. "Thank You, Mistress!" i told Her. "you are welcome, sweetie," She said in reply.

 

THE END

 

  

Supporting Role

 

 

It is early Friday morning and i'm up before the Girls as usual. i just got the paper and started my Wife's coffee. Just another day in Her househusband's life.

 

Tonight my Wife's Law Firm has another "party." While i am invited, to me such events are just work --- work as Her supportive spouse. As many of you may know, my Wife wisely forbids me from consuming alcohol (it makes me "too macho" as She says) so it really isn't a "party" for me at all. i have no choice in the matter, of course, but the idea of being eye candy at my Wife's elbow, fetching Her drinks and Her food, smiling and not speaking, listening to boring office stories and businesses that i know nothing about, is not my idea of a good time. Being around all these Alpha Womyn and alpha males also forces me to keep on my toes and not embarass my Wife.

 

While other males are making weekend plans to go out on the town, to see a ballgame or to play golf, my weekend will consist of supporting my Wife's career tonight, cleaning Her house on Saturday and doing yard work on Sunday.

 

my lot in life, i guess. Still it would be nice to go to a real party every once and a while. In the meantime, i need to get things rolling so that i am ready for tonight. Sort of like getting ready to go on stage and being the best actor in a supporting role that i can possibly be.

 

 

It was late Friday afternoon and i was in the shower getting ready for the "party" for my Wife's Law Firm. As i soaped up my private parts, my penis came to full erection. i thought about the fact that it had been over a month since i had any sort of sexual release (my premature ejaculation episode) and that even the simple act of cleaning had put me on the edge of coming. How could i hope to provide my Wife with "a good fuck" (as She puts it) the next time She is in the mood. Eventhough i had read up on how to last longer, i was very worried about performing to Her satisfaction if She called me into service.

 

i also thought about how most males would take matters into their own hands at this point and jerk off in the shower. But i knew better; my Wife simply doesn't allow it. It had been well over a decade since the last time i did that (one of proudest accomplishments) and i wasn't going to be selfish now. Still the thought of someone focusing on my needs --- including just me --- did appeal to me.

 

After i got dressed i made arrangements for pizza delivery for the Girls and awaited my Wife at the foot of the stairs. She finally came down, wearing a magnificent new low-cut dress that showed off Her Beautiful Breasts to Their best advantage. i knew that many males at the party tonight would envy me. Little did they know that Her Breasts were off limits to me.

 

She knew that She would be the center of attention at the party and She was well dressed for the starring role that She was about to play.

 

 

 

The Friday night party was a catered affair at the elegant home of one of the named partners of my Wife's Firm. All i could think of was that i was happy not to have to clean that place. It was huge!

 

The event was a dinner-buffet, open bar and tables and chairs arranged on a beautiful patio that over looked the adjoining park. The Firm's lawyers (and their significant others) and clients were in attendance. It was quite impressive.

 

In years past, my Wife would "work" the room by meeting and greeting E/everyone. i too knew my role: to stand firmly by Her side, slightly behind Her of course, being seen and not heard. Over the years, however, as my Wife's power and standing in the Firm rose, there was a subtle difference. More and more, She would "work" the room less and less and instead simply find a seat and the Firm's lawyers and clients would come to see Her.

 

That night my Wife found a spot and sat down right after W/we arrived. Sure enough, what followed was a parade of V/visitors that came to see Her. She was certainly the star of the show, the center of attention! She "held court" with underlings, client and colleagues who all stopped by to see one of the Firm's rising stars.

 

As for me, i was transformed into one of the catering staff --- with only one job: to serve my Wife. i fetched Her food, i fetched Her drinks, i fetched Her dessert. And when not otherwise employed, i meekly stood silently by my seated Wife awaiting Her instructions. my Wife was in a very good mood and had a good number of drinks over the course of the evening. Of course, i had no alcohol and nursed an orange juice for most of the event.

 

As i drove Her home, my Wife talked about the P/people there, Her work and office politics. i listened like a good supportive spouse but my mind was elsewhere. With all this exposure to these aggressive alpha males, i wondered, would my Wife be in the mood for a "good fuck" that night? And more importantly, if called upon to perform, would i be able to perform to Her satisfaction?

 

In the bedroom, i helped Her undress and carefully put Her clothes away as She fell on the bed in Her nightgown. i knelt down nude beside the bed and began giving Her a nightly massage. i could feel my heart pounding in anticipation of being called to perform my "husbandly duties." It had been so long since my last sexual release that i didn't have any confidence in my own ability in bed.

 

I could sense a change in Her breathing. It was then that i realized that my Wife had fallen asleep! A sense of relief spread through my body at once and i suddenly felt much more relaxed. i joined my Wife in the bed and submissively cuddled against Her Body.

 

 

W/we awoke together early on Saturday morning to a quiet house. i was on my back and She rolled on top of me and began kissing me. my penis immediately sprang to attention.

 

"Does 'little frankie' (my Wife's pet name for my penis) want something?" She asked. "he only wants to please You, Mistress," i replied. Wrong answer!

 

She grabbed my penis and squeezed hard causing me to gasp in pain. "That is not what I asked you slave!" She corrected. i stammered out a better response: "Yes, Mistress, 'little frankie' would like something!"

 

"I thought so," She continued as Her Voice got very sweet and sexy. "After all, 'little frankie' hasn't had any love and attention for such a long time," She cooed. "And you have been such a good boy recently too," She stated. "Yes, Mistress," i answered. She then placed both of my hands over my head exposing my shaved underarms.

 

my head was spinning at this point. Was She going to mount me or simply give me a hand job? Oh how i wished for the latter! i so desperately wanted Her to focus on my needs, just for this morning. And i was so worried about having to perform to Her satisfaction that the idea of being able to just lay back and enjoy myself was so overwhelming i could almost taste it.

 

It was as if this remarkable Womyn could read my mind. Her Hand then began gently stroking my penis as She moved Her Head back and forth between both of my nipples, gently licking them and kissing them passionately. God, it felt so good! i didn't want this feeling to end.

 

Needless to say, i couldn't take much of this! In no time at all, 'little frankie' was shooting sperm high in the air and i was gasping from one of the most powerful orgasms that i could remember. "Thank You, Mistress!" i said as soon as i could recover my senses. "you are welcome sweetie," She said as She hopped out of bed to begin Her day.

 

Later that same day found me on my hand and knees cleaning the bathroom floor. my Wife was out to lunch with Her Girlfriends as a prelude to seeing an afternoon showing of "Sex and the City." i was clearly back in my supporting role. But somehow, that didn't seem to bother me at all.

 

Perhaps it was because for one brief time that morning, i was the star in the house! i was front and center on stage and my Wonderful Wife was showering me with Her love and attention. This wonderful, intelligent, successful and sexy Womyn was completely focusing on little old me and my needs. Moreover, i didn't have to do anything but just sit back and concentrate on enjoying the moment.

 

And i concluded that was quite enough to last me for quite a long time to come.

  

  

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