A New Lover for my Princess? (Part 1)

Well, we had small but significant development in our journey towards one of my all time dreams last night; that of me being cuckolded.

Emma's firm had hired a bar/restaurant for a corporate event and everyone in her firm saw it as a chance to dress up and let off some steam.  Emma looked especially stunning, partly because I had spent so long helping her get ready.

I had loved every second of the two hours I was allowed to pamper her for.  Blissful moments of servitude, spent entirely focused on my Princess, bathing her, moisturising her and giving her a full manicure and pedicure.  She had decided to wear her hair up; in my view her sexiest look, with wavy tousled strands cascading over her smooth bare shoulders and back.  Whilst she was in the bedroom styling her hair I was on my knees behind her, naked, ready and eager to be ordered around.  Her half-voiced desire "I'd like a glass of wine" resulted in me obediently running downstairs and fetching a large Rioja.  I was not thanked for this, or for any of my actions of service.  It has got to the point now where thanking me would seem weird - these are just things that get done and no thanks are required.  You don't thank the cleaner in a public toilet for mopping the floor, you just ignore them.

"You look like a maid.  My naked male maid" she laughed, looking at my reflection in the mirror as she clipped some hair into place.  "I can almost see your anus!" she chuckled on realising that she could, in her mirror, see my reflection in the other mirror behind me.  I leaned forwards slightly, afford her a better, more humiliating view of my naked body in its most grovelling pose.  I could no longer see her face in this position so I don't know what her reaction was, but I was able to kiss the small of her back by craning my neck.  From her point of view it must have been totally clear that I am now utterly enslaved by her, under her spell and wrapped around her little finger; a plaything.

Once my Princess' hair was done, she let me help her into a cleavage-boosting bra that I had bought her, and then a sexy, clingy, black low-back mini-dress that, again, I had purchased.  Having zipped the back up I knelt behind her and caressed her ankles until she walked off downstairs.  "I forgot my wine.  Bring it down."  she shouted as I cleared up all the mess she had left in the bedroom.  Towels, makeup, hairdryer, hair clips, discarded dresses.

When I got downstairs she made me fetch a pair of her sexiest shoes (a pair she'd bought for herself a while ago as a present for me) and put them on for her.  She looked a million dollars and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.  I must have kissed her a hundred times and told her she looked beautiful dozens of times.

I suggested the delicate silver ankle chain with black Swarovski crystals that I recently gave her would complement this outfit and she agreed.  I trotted off and fetched it and then knelt on the cold kitchen floor, still naked whilst I fastened it.

I only had a few minutes to throw some clothes on before the taxi arrived and took us to the bar.  Our preparations could not have been more different.

Straight away at the venue, Emma got into the swing of things.  She was knocking back the drinks and having great fun with her colleagues on the dance floor.  I always try to make sure she's never without a full glass of something when we're out, but it was made easier last night by her bosses who seemed happy to splash the cash around.

At around 11 o'clock I found myself involved in a lengthy conversation with one of Emma's most boring male colleagues, Dave.  As we were talking I noticed Emma standing at the bar with a guy who at the time I didn't recognise (subsequently I learned his name is Mike and he is her boss' boss).  They were stood leaning on the bar, facing each other.  It immediately struck me that they were standing fairly close together.  I turned so that I could talk to Dave and observe Emma over his shoulder.

I was worried that Emma would see me watching her flirting and either stop or feel inhibited or less comfortable, so I made a concerted effort to space out my glances to one every couple of minutes.  Over the course of the next thirty minutes I became certain that they were both flirting quite heavily.  One of the most striking things I saw was Mike put his hand on Emma's hip whilst he was leaning to talk into her ear (the music wasn't even that loud).  It was there for a good thirty seconds, and slid up and down a few times.  The dress was so sheer he must have realised she wasn't wearing any underwear.  I was wondering whether Emma was happy with this when I saw her put her hand on his waist.  Whatever was said at this point must have been very interesting as Mike nodded, smiled and gave a little wink.

At one point, Emma looked in my direction whilst she was talking.  I made sure to give her a big, genuine smile to reassure her that I was fine, but she didn't even respond, she just continued talking and looked straight back at Mike.  She looked so wide eyed.

There was definitely some kind of chemistry at work, I thought.  A suspicion that was soon to be confirmed...


Part 2

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?)

Away for the Weekend

I have to go away until Monday, with work.  My Princess has asked me to text Nathan and arrange for him to partner her in the gym today and tomorrow.  He knows I am away all weekend.  They both fancy each other and they both know it.

It could be an interesting weekend.  Unless my Princess texts me, I won't know anything until Monday.

Probably nothing will happen, but the fact that they are both comfortable enough to be seeing each other whilst I am away from home is, I think, a major step towards cuckolding...

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. 

Nonchalant Goddesses

I've noticed a bit of a trend lately, on Femdom sites, where men are shown worshipping women who seem to be showing little or no interest in what the man is doing.  They are often reading, tapping away on laptops, talking on the phone or just generally ignoring their partners' slavish attentions.

Photos like these remind me of a few occasions, described in previous posts, where my Princess has taken foot massages, orgasms and pedicures completely for granted.  A very arousing situation.

This goddess really knows how to nonchalantly relax whilst being adored by her slave.

I found the link to that site on footworshipslaves.com, which has a few good links.

Look at the expression on this girl's face.  It's like she's barely even tolerating her slave's presence:

This professional looking beauty hardly even seems to be aware that there is an adoring human footrest under her feet.

This slave is a footrest and backrest in one:

Does this kind of thing ever happen in real life, or is it confined to porn?  I'm not sure how long I could remain in that position, and even if I could I think it would only result in Emma thinking I'm a freak.  As far as this kind of thing goes, for now I'll have to content myself with shaving Emma's legs whilst she reads a book.

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...

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.

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...

Submissive Valentine's Card

I bought Emma a personalised Valentine's card with the following message inside:

To my beloved Princess Emma, the most beautiful woman in the world.  Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I will have such a gorgeous woman for a wife and that I will be able to worship you for ever.  I am so lucky that you said yes.  Thank you so much.  Happy Valentine's Day my Perfect Princess.  I love you, I adore you, I always will.  xxx

Suitably submissive and worshipful, do you think? 

I also bought her a bunch of flowers.  I think I will make a point of buying her flowers regularly from now on, as she likes them so much.

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.