Exciting Times...

Well, it's been a while.  Have you missed me?  I've certainly missed sharing my life with you lovely people.  There's been a good reason for my silence though, and the reason is not a lack of things to write about.  Far from it in fact - things have been getting very very interesting of late.

The reason I haven't been blogging is that I have been writing down my journal in Kindle books instead of in an online blog.  I reasoned that, since my Princess has given me so much to write about over the years it was only fair that the writings should benefit her in some way.  So the small income I've been receiving from e-book sales is now helping  me keep her in the lifestyle she deserves.  Ok, so I'm not in the E. L. James league, but the extra few pennies helps keep my Princess in heels and perfume :)

Anyway, if you are interested in the latest developments in my ongoing mission to worship my Princess and guide the relationship towards cuckolding, please search Amazon for "Journal of an Obedient Boyfriend" by Josh Fletcher or click here or copy and paste https://goo.gl/RdlmEK into your browser.

(The above link may or may or may not work in your country of residence. If it doesn't work, just search for the title on your country's Amazon)

If you've already read all the blog, skip to Part 3 of the book for the new stuff.

Here's a picture of the cover so you know what to look for :

I hope you enjoy, and there will be more to come :D

OB

A New Solution to Arguments - Stop, Kneel, Grovel and Apologise!

Yesterday morning over breakfast, I asked my Princess (very politely) if I could go out for a few drinks with my friends who were all going to a bar last night.  She didn't exactly point-blank refuse but she did mention the fact that we have a few social engagements coming up soon, and we're also saving up for x, y and z (details not important), so things are a bit tight at the moment, financially.  Basically, Princess made it clear that she would prefer me not to go out drinking.

Instead of just accepting this like a good submissive husband, for some reason I allowed my residual "inner real-man" to do the talking.  I pointed out that she had been out a few times recently, and that I haven't seen any of my friends for months.

Princess then said that it was fine for me to go out, but her demeanor and body language said the exact opposite.  What followed was a fairly tense discussion/argument ending with her insisting that it was fine (whilst making it abundantly clear that it was anything but) and me sticking to my guns.  

"Don't bother making me that coffee" she said as she walked upstairs.

The atmosphere had changed significantly in a matter of minutes.  I knew that when Princess got pissed off with me like this, it takes days or sometimes weeks to get back into her good books.  

At this point I had a brainwave, or perhaps my submissive side (perversely) managed to wrest control from my ego.  Either way I realised that I had a choice.  Either I carry on pushing for what I want and get a night out with my friends but at great cost to household happiness, or I just give up on the idea of seeing my friends and instead grovel, apologise for my behaviour/attitude and strive to get back into Princess' good books as quickly as possible.

I chose the latter option.  

I went upstairs to where Princess was brushing her teeth.  She was wearing a towel and looked as beautiful as she always did, so what I was about to do didn't really require any willpower at all.

I knelt behind her, leaned forwards and kissed her cute little foot.  I said that I was sorry and that she was right.  Then I said sorry again, and kissed her foot again, and the her other foot.  I asked if I could moisturise her legs as I could tell that she hadn't done it herself.  Moisturising her legs whilst she brushed her teeth is now as much a part of my morning routine as getting dressed, so she probably hadn't even considered it.

Image: footworshipslaves.com

Image: footonface.com

She said that, yes, I could moisturise her, so I ran and got the cream.  When I came back I re-assumed the submissive pose behind her and kissed her feet some more and said I was sorry a few more times.  Then I rubbed the cream into her gorgeous legs and sneaked a few kisses of her amazing ass (getting as close to her crack as I dared).  When she had finished brushing her teeth an interesting thing happened.

Princess kind of patted me on the head.  It was a half-pat, half-hair tousle.  As she did it, she said "Well rescued".

I then rose, kissed her shoulders a few times and told her she was very, very beautiful.  I apologised, yet again (probably around a dozen sorry's by now) and said "Thanks".  Thanks for letting me back in. for allowing me to touch you, for forgiving me, for being beautiful, for being so understanding despite my temporary un-submissiveness.

I did as much as I possibly could around the house after that - hoovering, washing etc.  That little pat on the head had really energised me!  So patronising!  So confident!  So knowing!

So yeah, that's how she dominates me now.  Not through any kind of embarrassing role-play, not with any "Mistress blah blah", not with any whips, cock-locks or the like, nope, not my Princess.  She does it through a subtle and confident show of her power over me.  She shows me, as soon as I misbehave, exactly how cold and frosty she will be if I continue that kind of behaviour.  She gives me the cold shoulder, immediately, and I know, immediately, that the atmosphere in our home will remain unbearably tense and unpleasant until I correct my behaviour and take steps to redeem myself through submission and apologetic begging.

There really is no choice for me now.  As soon as I attempt to break away from this submissive role that I desired for so long, then I am pretty much told to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness for even thinking that I could assert any kind of power in this house.

I am a slave to a femdom wife, every bit as much as a birdlocked guy with a femdom bitch wife in PVC.  I have no more autonomy, no more say or power than that guy.  If I had to choose one or the other, I would chose it this way now, because this is the way that Princess has chosen.  The whips and chains were not her style, but this, most definitely is.  So obviously I would go along with whatever Princess desires.

I have grovelled and apologised so much for my behaviour yesterday and today that Princess says I can bath and massage her tonight.  I am so lucky!

Back Again

Hey, it's been a while.

Basically, thanks to the wonders of Auto Complete, my Princess came very close to discovering this blog, so I had to take it down until she forgot about that curious looking URL she had seen in the address bar.

I hope to introduce her to this blog eventually, once she has fully embraced the FLR lifestyle, but I felt that the time was not right, and for her to read the blog at that stage would be to risk freaking her out and ruining any chances of completing our amazing journey to a lifestyle of total female control.

So anyway, I had to quickly go underground.  But now I am back, and I intend to resume my blogging forthwith!  Things have progressed nicely in the meantime.

Thanks for coming back, if you are an old friend.  Welcome to the blog if you are new.  I have much to report...

Bathtime Intimacy

I have been tired, lazy and uncooperative this past week.  I have done some washing and cleaning but I haven't been up to my normal high standards of domestic servitude.

I confessed, whilst kneeling next to my Princess at the kitchen table, that the reason for my loss of focus and unsatisfactory behaviour was that I had masturbated last week.

She expressed her disappointment and told me that, since I had misbehaved she was going to revoke some privileges.  I had previously been promised a night of pampering - I was scheduled to bathe, shave and moisturise my Princess and give her a massage and a pedicure, but now I was going to be be denied thanks to my lack of respect and self control.

I was gutted.  What was supposed to be a night of worship involving hours of physical contact with my Princess had now been taken away from me, all because I had been unable to control my urges.  I had managed to go for around three months without masturbating; I thought I had cracked it but for some reason I just gave in to the primal urge the other morning after my Princess had left for work.  Of course, all I thought about during masturbation was my Princess and how confident, beautiful and superior she is, but that does not diminish the offence.

I apologised profusely for my behaviour, whilst kneeling next to her and kissing her leg.  I promised I wouldn't do it again.  I asked to be allowed to make it up to her by working as hard as possible all afternoon, in the hope that she would let me pamper her later.

"You just carry on, and we'll see" was her reply.

Needless to say, I immediately turned into a very efficient housework machine, hoovering, mopping, dusting, scrubbing, washing, hanging and ironing, for several hours.  My Princess was in the house the whole time but didn't help at all.  I think she has finally realised the power she has over me.  She has also accepted her place in the relationship - on top - and no longer feels  guilty or lazy when I am toiling away around her.

Thankfully for me, my Princess took pity on me and allowed me to give her a bath after I had earned sufficient brownie points.

During the bath, she was a lot more demanding than usual.  After I had spent a long time washing her hair. massaging her scalp, applying moisturiser, scrubbing her back, shaving her legs, armpits and pussy, she demanded I clean her asshole.  This is something I always do anyway, but was never sure if she found it a bit too invasive.  It was amazing though, actually being commanded to do it.

Imagine having so much power over someone, having them worship you so much, that their heart leaps with excitement at being ordered to clean their anus whilst they lay there relaxing.  Beautiful.

After my Princess had dried herself she called me into the bedroom to moisturise her legs whilst she stood in front of the full-length mirror, towel-drying her lustrous hair.  She had a perfect view of her servant, kneeling at her feet, stroking her legs and occasionally kissing her ass.  It seemed like an act of deliberate belittlement and humiliation, making me do it in front of the mirror.  There was no doubting the power structure in that tableau, and I could feel her eyes looking down upon me.

The whole time she was quite distant and frosty.  She hates masturbation.  I am lucky that she allowed me to serve her at all.

A Little Present For Me

When I returned from my business trip this morning, my Princess told me she had a little present for me and asked me to shut my eyes whilst she got it out.

"Ok, you can open them now" she said after a few seconds.

Upon opening my eyes I could see that she had bought herself a very sexy pair of nude patent platform heels with a peep-toe.

That was a present for me!  She's really getting the hang of this.

I got down on my knees and helped her into them.  She looked outrageously sexy; the curves of her calves are beautifully accentuated by the position heels put her legs in.  The heels are very very high, but the platform makes them feel slightly lower, making them easier to walk in.

After helping her back into her normal shoes, I cleaned the new heels, peeled off the sole stickers and put them away for her.  My heart was pounding but I managed to thank her for the gift.

I imagine she will wear these new shoes out with friends and I will be the chauffeur.

Maybe she will even let me do this one day:

(I saw this image on the sherulestherooster blog by the way.  Nice isn't it?)

Showing Off my Princess on a Nudist Beach

Princess Emma and I are due to go to Italy for a week soon, and apparently there is a nudist beach not far from where we are staying.  Emma really wants to go there... so we will be going there!

I am loving the idea of her showing off her incredible body, perfect skin and shaven pussy.  I expect to be spending a lot of time applying sun cream, fetching drinks, maybe kissing her feet.  I expect her to be spending a lot of time reading, ignoring me and checking out the naked men.

I actually had a (quite far-fetched) dream about it last night...

A hot, lazy day at the beach, the waves crashing in the distance.  Emma was laying on her front, reading, as I was rubbing sun cream into the backs of her legs, her ass and her back.  Two Italian guys came over and just sat next to us.  They were good looking, well built and tanned.  They were also pretty well endowed.  At first, Emma shyly grabbed a towel to cover herself as she sat up, but after a few minutes, as she turned to put her book down, she let the towel drop onto her lap.  Conversation flowed pretty well; they were genuinely charming and funny and Emma clearly liked them.  There was definite, instant chemistry between them, with some very intense looks and way too much eye contact to be mistaken for anything but flirting.  What I found quite telling was that she grabbed the towel from her lap and rubbed her already dry hair with it before putting the towel down on the sand next to her instead of back on her lap.  Her whole body was now exposed.  She then lay back on her elbows so as to allow a good view of her perfect, neat, shaven pussy to the guys, who were both sat around her feet.

"Who don't you go and wait in the hotel, love?"  she said, without even looking at me.  I was quite taken aback at the lack of any pretence.  Not even any subtlety like "Maybe you could go for a swim".  Just a blatant order couched in the form of a question.

"Ok Princess.  I love you" I said, bending into a grovelling position to kiss her hand.  As I stood up to walk off, the two guys repositioned themselves, one either side of her.  Then I walked off along the otherwise deserted beach.

I allowed myself only one glance backwards and saw my Princess kissing one guy as the other one fingered her and kissed her breast.  I wondered how many tourists they get to do this with, or whether they normally just walk along the beach perving and Emma was the one and only tourist they simply couldn't resist.  Either way I felt proud of my Princess, her beauty, her confidence, her easy control over me.  I love her so much and I love to see her aroused and excited like this.  I bet she'll suck them both off too.  She hasn't sucked my cock in years...

Back at the hotel I tidied up the mess we'd made from our hasty unpacking.  I made sure the place was spotless and all of Emma's clothes were perfectly folded or hung.  I didn't know whether she would want a bath or a shower when she returned, so I ran a bath just in case, to give her the option.

When I eventually heard a knock at the door, I could see through the spy hole that Emma was alone.  I got down on my knees as I opened the door, and kissed her sandy feet as soon as she stepped in.  "Thank you" I said, although it wasn't clear whether I was thanking her for allowing me to kiss her feet, for returning home, for sending me away as she played with the Italian guys, or what.

She went into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed.

"I need to think about what just happened" she said.  This sounded ominous.  Serious.

"Ok Princess. Are you ok?" I asked, kneeling next to the bed and stroking her hair.

"Oh yes.  I'm definitely ok.  Better than that.  I am very, very happy.  That was a lovely day.  What I meant was, I need to think about what just happened."  I only twigged what she meant as she started to finger herself as she said think.  She wanted to re-live the experience, and closed her eyes as she began to work on herself.

"Please.  Can I help?"  I asked, a bit too pleadingly.

"I suppose so" she sighed, moving her hand aside.

I knelt on the bed and went to work, lovingly kissing her pussy, licking and loving it and her, drifting off into a world of servile bliss.  She tasted different to normal and I think I knew why.  As I gazed occasionally up at her gorgeous face, ecstatic, framed from this angle between her reddened breasts, I wondered whether this fresh new humiliation featured in her current thoughts.  Getting me to clean her after her infidelity; was that a new turn-on for her?

After she came twice she rolled over and I adoringly kissed her ass as she dozed off.  My hard on refused to subside and sleep was impossible...

For the rest of the holiday I would faithfully follow my Princess around, kiss her adoringly, rub sun cream in frequently, run around getting her drinks, buying her little presents in the tourist shops, pamper her wherever possible, massage her and give her countless orgasms as she remembered her fun on the beach...

New Levels of Service

I seem to have managed to devote 100% of today's efforts to serving my Princess.  Here's a brief summary of how servile my behaviour has been.

First thing, I set my alarm early so I could make her breakfast and lunch to take to work, whilst she slept.  I then made her a cup of tea to drink in bed and I kissed her awake, kneeling by her bedside.

After giving her a lift to work, I did all the shopping, as per her list.  Once back home, I set about sorting out the washing.  I ironed all her clothes that I had washed yesterday and put them in her wardrobe.  All her underwear was folded and put away neatly.  I actually ironed her pants to make sure they were super-neat for her.

I then sent her a couple of emails and texts letting her know what I had done so far, and reminded her that I adore her and that she is beautiful.  I also offered to take her shoe shopping after work as she had a night out planned tonight and needed some new heels.

So I picked her up from work and took her to a designer shoe shop where she allowed me to pay for a very sexy pair of very high heels.

Once back home I asked her if I could put fake tan on her legs and back as they would be on show tonight in the backless mini-dress that I bought her recently.  She allowed this too; I knelt and rubbed it in to her smooth soft skin.

As she was getting ready, I made her a drink and tidied away her work clothes.

Once she was ready, I gave her a lift to the nightclub where she's meeting her single friends.  She looked absolutely, achingly beautiful.  Her toenails, painted by me, peeping out from the sexy new shoes I bought her, her legs, freshly shaved and bronzed by me, gorgeous under the slinky mini dress I bought her.  Her boobs looked fantastic in the new padded push-up bra I bought her as a present last week, enhanced by the inserts I also bought.  On her fingers, the rings I bought her and around her next a necklace I gave her.  Her face and hair I can take no credit for, but the rest of her outfit I have eagerly spent lots of money on, and I am so happy that I have been able to do so.

She is really going to turn some heads tonight.  I hope she has fun.  She might ring me at some point for a lift home, she might stay at a friend's.  It's all up to her. 

Sub Morning

It looks like another wet and dreary day today and my Princess has to go to work while I have a day off.  I decided to get up extra-early and start serving her before she awoke.  I set my alarm for quarter of an hour before hers and made her a cup of tea to drink in bed.  I placed it silently on her bedside table and sneaked back into bed.  She looked so beautiful, curled up and small under the duvet, and I couldn't resist gently kissing her smooth, brown back until she eventually awoke.

I asked if I could give her an orgasm.

" I haven't really got time.  It's either that or breakfast." she replied, somewhat impatiently.

"I can make you breakfast whilst you have a shower" I helpfully, hopefully suggested.

"Go on then, but it will have to be quick" she agreed, rolling onto her back and parting her legs slightly.

I spent the next ten minutes with eyes closed, concentrating hard on doing a good job and giving her a satisfactory orgasm in the small time allotted, kissing her adoringly throughout and trying to stop my raging hard-on from causing any annoyance by poking her in the hip.

Once she came I told her how much I love her and left her to get ready for work.  I came downstairs and prepared a fruit salad for her to take with her.

By the time she left for work I was already in my overalls, paint can in hand, about to start painting the spare room.  I offered to give her a night of pampering tonight and she will see how she feels later.  Fingers crossed.

"If we can carry on like this it might just work" she said, before leaving.

Suggestions Please!

I love it when I get comments from readers; it reassures me that people are actually reading and encourages me to continue.

Also, I am constantly trying to think of new and exciting ways to please Emma.

So if anyone can think of any ways of worshipping my Prncess that I haven't already tried, then please leave a comment. Maybe this blog could become more interactive; I could act out your suggestions!

Any ideas very welcome.

Princess Emma - Gaining in Confidence

My Princess is incredibly fit and sexy now that she is going to the gym 3-4 times a week, running and going to circuit classes.  People in work are continually complimenting her on her firm, trim physique and she regularly tells me how many positive comments she has received about her flat stomach, pert bottom etc.

The result of this is that she is a lot more sexually self-assured than she has ever been before.  She is proud of her appearance and is happy to show herself off in a way that I have never seen before.  This can only be a good thing, as a major obstacle to her being more sexually adventurous in the past was her lack of confidence in her appearance.

This morning I said "I bet you'll find yourself receiving a lot more male attention now you're so slim and sexy".  Her reply, with a cheeky little smile, was "Well, I suppose I'll have to just see what comes my way".

I have no doubt that she'll have men approaching her every time she goes out now, and she will feel confident enough to acquiesce to their advances if she feels the desire.  I will consider it a real honour to help keep such a beautiful woman looking her best at all times.  From now on I will pay for all her nights out, clothes, make up and beauty treatments and will spend as much time as she will allow pampering and spoiling her.

With her her found confidence she will no doubt be only too happy to accept my grovelling, submissive support without a word of thanks...

Bought my Princess a Sexy Mini-Dress

Since my Princess has been so successful at losing weight and getting super-fit and toned, I have bought her a "Well-Done" present in the form of a super sexy, tight, backless mini-dress (a black version of the picture below).  I have paid extra for next-day delivery so that it will be here in time for her to wear tomorrow night - she is going out clubbing with two single friends that she hasn't seen for a while.  I can't wait to see her in it, and hopefully I will get to help her prepare.  Maybe I will be able to bathe her, shave her legs, paint her toenails, polish her high-heels, apply bronzing moisturiser and iron the dress.

I will be at home doing the chores whilst she parties the night away.

She really is going to turn some heads tomorrow night, and she has told me that she is sleeping at her friend's place in the town centre.

I will remind her before she goes out that she is free to do whatever she wants and I will remain her obedient, faithful partner.

Back After a Break!

Hi all.  It's been a hectic time lately, with house move and new jobs for both of us, hence no blog activity.  Things are settling down again now though so I should be able to devote more time to documenting my ongoing obsession with serving my beautiful Princess.

Since I last wrote, my Princess has been hitting the gym hard and dieting, with the result that she now has an absolutely, awesomely sexy body.  She was sexy to begin with but now she is slim and toned as well.  As a result, she is much more confident about her appearance, which should make things interesting.  She is considering a boob job too, and I have offered to pay for it!

We're going to Italy for a week soon and she wants to look her best so I have also offered to buy her some new summer dresses, to better show off her new sexy body.  I'm also expecting to be spending a lot of time applying bronzer over the next few weeks.  Lovely!

More to follow!

A Replacement for my Cock

My Princess has told me that I will only be permitted 1 orgasm for every 10 of hers.

She loves the satisfying feeling of being penetrated by a hard cock, though, so she has told me to get her a good vibrator.  I will be allowed to use it on her after giving her orgasms orally, if she so wishes.

Now, I have (unfortunately for a submissive) got a fairly large penis, and I wanted to get her something that would out-do me, and satisfy her even more that I can.

So I have just purchased this bad boy. 

• Length: 9 inches
• Insertable: 8 inches
• Circumference: 6.25 inches
• Diameter: 2.0 inches

I can't wait for it to arrive!

Abandonment and Renewal

We've been away for a few weeks, during which time my Princess said she had decided that she wanted us to resume "vanilla" sexual relations, with me having as many orgasms as I like and with a more equitable balance of power.  I was quite disappointed, but agreed.

After a week of normal sex, with me orgasming, I quickly got used to "normal" life.  I became more interested in my own well being and less attentive.  Subsequently, she soon realised that she actually preferred being worshipped.  I came home from work one day and she told me that she wanted a new dildo, bigger than my dick.  It was to be used when she needed to be "filled"after I have given her oral sex.  She said she thought I would be better behaved if we used this system rather than letting me come inside her.

Naturally I agreed and I am now browsing the net for a suitable item.

We have now agreed that I will be allowed one orgasm for every ten that she has.

This feels pretty good - an open acknowledgement that we both prefer it this way, even though it's not the societal norm.

It feels like I've moved out of the "stealth" phase into something a lot more permanent and sustainable.

Stability in Submission

We have, I think, established a new status quo where Emma's superiority and my obedience are pretty much unquestioned. Emma seems very content with this arrangement, apparently finding her new role as leader quite comfortable.

Today she exercised some of her powers with nonchalant ease; she received two orgasms, gave me a ruined orgasm (only my second release since November, I think), directed me to complete several hours' worth of chores and told me to massage her feet whilst she relaxed on the sofa.

Whilst I rubbed and kissed her feet, she told me about a girl in work whose male friend is on the lookout for a girlfriend. Emma asked to see some pictures, and her colleage duly obliged, showing Emma his Facebook photos. Emma said she found him "really hot". Her colleague then fed this comment back to the male friend in question, who has subsequently begun posting complimentary comments about Emma's Facebook pictures.

Emma's colleage was worried that I might find out and get angry, so Emma told her "No, he really wouldn't. Believe me, he'd love it." This information has probably got back to the "Hottie" too. Interesting...

Shortly after the foot massage, Nathan popped round and mentioned that he had a sore knee. Emma, being a doctor, offered to look at it for him, so he ended up laying on the sofa with Emma kneeling by his legs with her hands all over his thigh and knee, manipulating him to diagnose the problem. I was on the other sofa, in the middle of sending a text when this happened, pretending to be preoccupied with what I was doing and not noticing all the eye contact and smiling going on opposite me.

Emma really can do exactly what she wants in this relationship now!

Worshipping my Princess Abroad

We went away a couple of years ago for a fortnight.  This was before I knew that I was a submissive partner and before I had declared or even acknowledged my desire to serve my Princess, but looking back, my behaviour was so totally submissive and servile that it's obvious now that I am very well suited to this lifestyle.  If I was behaving like this without any conscious effort then I am obviously destined to be led by my beautiful Princess forever.

There are a few things that stand out in my memory.  One of them is kneeling next to her sun-lounger beside the pool and repeatedly applying sun cream all over her body.  I noticed a few people watching quizzically from the nearby seating area as I dutifully rubbed the lotion all over her, not just on the usual hard to reach areas like her back, but literally everywhere, even the places that most people simply do themselves.  I adoringly stroked in the cream; her stomach, arms, chest, shoulders, neck, legs, feet, every part of her received a thorough coating as Emma lay there, regally leafing through her magazine.  I had noticed other men begrudgingly slapping a cursory squirt of cream into the backs of their partners before rolling over and snoozing, but my Princess received far more respect and attention.  It probably took a good five minutes to make sure her perfect skin was fully protected from the sun.  I particularly enjoyed slowly caressing her legs until the lotion had soaked in just the right amount to give her smooth tanned skin a perfect satin sheen.  After I had finished her feet, I applied some more cream and massaged them for a while, and kissed them lightly.  It would have been clear to anyone watching that I totally worshipped this woman.  I repeated this around once an hour, and regularly fetched her drinks from the bar.  Even when not caring for her in this way I would generally be softly stroking her hair or back.  At one point she dozed off so I used this opportunity to nip off and clean the apartment.

Not actually me, but not far off!

Despite my best efforts, somehow, Emma's toes became slightly irritated by the heat and sun during a walk around the town.  In an effort to ameliorate this, I would periodically get down on my knees and rub cooling sun cream into her feet whilst Emma sat on a low wall or bench.  On one occasion I think some passers-by thought I was actually proposing to her.  Several times when Emma's feet were causing her discomfort, there was nowhere for her to sit, so I knelt before her and rubbed cream into her feet whilst she stood in the street.  There were a few tourists passing who presumably noticed how submissive or "under the thumb" I looked.  Obviously nowadays I would enjoy being seen performing such an act, but back then I did experience a little self-consciousness and slight embarrassment which I had to ignore in order to serve Emma properly.

It was during this walk that Emma got into the habit of walking ahead of me.  I hung back initially to see if she would notice how far ahead she had got, and wait for me, but she did not.  She carried on walking,  around ten yards ahead.  At this point I was carrying her bag; not exactly a girly handbag, but a large and very unmasculine brightly coloured shoulder bag nonetheless.  So I found myself carrying my Princess' bag around the town, following obediently behind her as she took in the sights of the old town, occasionally stopping to drop to my knees and anoint her lovely feet.  We went on like this for a few hours, with breaks for food and drinks.  It was a surprisingly erotic experience, and a definite catalyst for what has happened since.  Being made to tail her around like a faithful puppy, whilst admiring the backs of her tanned legs in a short skirt, it actually felt like an honour to be able to rub cream into her feet when she demanded it.

It was after one of these walks that we had our first one-sided sexual experience.  We were back at the apartment and Emma was laying on her back reading on the bed.  I was laying next to her and I asked if I could give her an orgasm.  "It needn't interrupt your reading" I said, half-jokingly.  She didn't actually reply, but she did part her legs slightly which I took as permission.  I went down on her whilst she continued to read.  She gave no indication of whether she was enjoying it at all, for at least ten minutes.  Eventually she started to breathe heavily and moan.  She put the magazine down and had an orgasm, before rolling away and dozing off.  I spent most of the night hugging her hips and kissing her back.

The very next morning Emma allowed me to kneel before her in the shower and shave her legs.  I took great care  and did such a good job that she let me go down on her again, still in the shower.  I recommend this to any sub men who haven't tried it.  The act of kneeling before my Princess and pleasuring her whilst water trickled down her beautiful body and into my mouth was incredible.  Once she was satisfied we got out of the shower and I fetched her a towel.  I then moisturised her legs and tidied away all her dirty clothes before another day's poolside pampering.  I was hooked!

Possible Cuckolding, This Weekend

Nathan is coming around on Saturday and he, Emma and I are going out for a drink together, starting quite early in the afternoon.  He has already said he will be sleeping over.

This could be it.  This time next week I could be a real cuckold.  On the other hand nothing may happen, I may be deluding myself and he might just come around for drinks and behave lie any normal friend.  I think the latter is the most likely outcome, but it depends largely on how drunk everyone gets.  I need to make sure that both he and Emma know that whatever happens between them is acceptable to me and will not cause any problems in the future; the main barrier to anything happening is probably the concern that it would adversely affect mine and Emma's relationship.  I must make it clear to Nathan that he and Emma getting acquainted sexually would actually enhance and strengthen our relationship.  I think Emma already knows this but it wouldn't hurt to reinforce the message with her too.  I think a few well chosen and ostensibly light-hearted remarks in the pub should smooth things over in this regard.

So my priorities this week should be preening my Princess to ensure she is as beautiful and as sexy as possible ready for Nathan, and also dropping a few hints that I would love the two of them to get it on.  My priority for Saturday should be making sure that they both get exceedingly drunk and also reassuring Nathan that it is ok for him to play around with my Princess, should she desire it.

Lots of bathing, shaving, moisturising, nail-painting, hair-washing, dress-ironing, shoe-polishing and bronzer-applying this week, then!  Watch this space...

The Contraception Situation

It's now been about 2 months since I had a full orgasm.  I have been allowed only one ruined orgasm during that time.  The urge to masturbate is intense, especially after this morning, when my Princess lay on the bed and let me kiss her naked body whilst I made her come.  I have had a permanent erection all day and my balls are aching like mad.  Of course I will not masturbate as Emma has forbidden it completely.

If and when I am ever allowed to have sex with Princess Emma again, I will have to wear a condom.  I don't think I have mentioned this before but it is probably worth touching on, as it is another sign of how I do my utmost to consider Emma's needs and feelings before my own.

We have been together for several years, and Emma was on the pill when we met.  It caused a certain degree of moodiness though; probably a side-effect of the hormones.  As soon as we realised that it was the pill which was causing her moods, then I immediately offered to use condoms so that she could stop taking the pill.

That was three or four years ago, and we have not had unprotected sex since.  Even when Emma was on the pill, I was not allowed to ejaculate inside her as she was very worried about getting pregnant.  I obeyed this rule right from the outset, and that was years before I even considered any submissive stuff.  Maybe she has been conditioning me from the beginning!

Anyway, I love the fact that I have only ever come inside her a handful of times over the years.  It's a real sign of her power over me.