The Most One-Sided Sex Ever.

Last night I made my Princess horny by kissing and stroking her for a very long time whilst she lay in bed relaxing.  After giving her an orgasm with my mouth I could tell that she craved the feeling of penetration.

Luckily I have already bought her a replacement for my cock so she was able to have the feeling of being stretched and filled.  I worked hard at it for about an hour, carefully stimulating her g-spot and fingering her gorgeous ass whilst she fingered her clit.  She had one of the biggest orgasms I have ever seen with prolonged, shuddering convulsions, her back arching in ecstasy.  After the orgasm I left the dildo inside her and kissed her thighs and stomach.  I then started again, repeating the process.  Her second orgasm seemed even more amazing that the first and her gasps and yelps told me that this was probably the best orgasm of her life.  It was an almost indescribably arousing experience, being so intimate with someone so achingly beautiful during such intense moments, and I nearly came several times myself.

When I was sure her arousal had diminished, I carefully withdrew the dildo, sucked it and my fingers clean and then washed it and my hands in the bathroom.  Back in bed, I spooned her, telling her, as usual, how beautiful she is and how much I love her.  I kissed her neck and shoulders until she dozed off and then slid down the bed to hug her hips, kissing the small of her back until I fell asleep too.

At no point did my cock receive the slightest attention or consideration.  She is amazing.

I am thinking of buying a hollow penis extender so that, for my Princess, it feels like normal sex, but it is very unlikely that I will achieve orgasm...

Princess at the Gym with her Guilty Pleasure

As I type, my beautiful fiancée is at the gym with her ''guilty pleasure'' Nathan. He had a much better body than mine and she has made no secret of her feelings towards him. He and I both know she fancies him.  She has left me a list of chores to complete before she returns, including vaccuuming, washing, ironing, mopping and cleaning the bathroom.

She is so beautiful and I am so lucky to have the chance to work like this for such a special, confident woman. I hope she is enjoying her time with Nathan. Must stop writing now as I have things to do and I want her to see how hard I have worked whist she has been out enjoying herself.

Hopefully I will have time to do some shopping and cooking too.  If she is really pleased with how much work I have done then maybe I will get to bath and massage her...

My Princess Has Found a New Partner

A new gym partner, that is.

As of this week, she has started going to the gym with Nathan, her self-confessed "guilty pleasure".

This means:

a) Nathan will get to see Emma up close, in all sorts of positions, in sexy, skin-tight gym-wear.

b) Emma will get a good look at Nathan's impressive physique.

c) They will be able to flirt without me to cramp their style.

d) A boundary has been crossed - they are now happy to do things without me.

e) Emma feels confident and in control enough to sideline me in favour of someone she has already told me she fancies.

All good.

Next, this:

Mocking my Arousal During Pampering

Last night, whilst giving my Princess her massage, she dozed off again. I love it when this happens as it is a sure sign that I am doing a good job and helping her recover from the stresses of the day.

As usual, when this happens I continue to massage her beautifully toned and tanned back, but with lighter and lighter strokes until eventually I silently pull the covers over her and get in to bed to spoon and kiss her back until I fall into a blissful sleep too, despite the aching thumbs and throbbing wrists and cock. Last night
though, as soon as I stood up, she awoke. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the huge bulge in my pants, and the wet patch where my cock had been dribbling due to an hour's worth of constant arousal. She just laughed in a rather mocking way. ''Oh dear.  A bit of pre-cum there.'' she sniggered before rolling over and dozing off again.

 I love my Princess so much.

Freedom from the Yoke of Habitual Masturbation

One unexpected benefit of this constant devotion to my Princess is that I have developed sufficient willpower to completely stop myself from masturbating.  Despite the fact that I repeatedly find myself in arousing situations, and am almost constantly thinking about sex and my Princess' beautiful body, I am now seemingly able to restrain myself from even touching myself.

Previously I found it impossible to go for even a couple of days without wanking and often did it a few times a day.  Now though, as a mark of respect for Princess Emma's feelings on the matter, I never, ever do it.  My Princess hates it, so I will not do it, ever.

I went for a few months without playing with myself but then I had a lapse, but now I know I have stopped for good.  It is possible for me to remain "fully charged" with sexual tension for much longer without the release mechanism of self-abuse.

Tonight I am pampering my Princess with a bath and massage, and will have a raging erection throughout, and aching balls.  If she decides she wants me to come, then that is her perogative.  She may decide to just give me a ruined orgasm.  The most likely outcome is that she won't give my cock a second thought and will simply doze off after her massage.  It is entirely up to her, and my cock and balls are completely under her control.  It seems to work better this way.

A Whole Day's Obedience Just to Kiss Her Feet

On Saturday I kissed my beautiful Princess on the lips and then went to kiss her neck, but she recoiled.  "No! You are only allowed to kiss my face.  You have been so tired and disinterested following last week's orgasm and this is your punishment" she said.

I asked her what I have to do to be allowed to kiss more than just her face.  I suggested all of the hoovering, mopping, washing and bathroom cleaning, and she agreed.  

"What will I be allowed to kiss once I have done all that?"  I asked.

A long pause followed, she placed her finger on her chin and looked at the ceiling as she thought.

"My feet" she decided.

Amazing.  She's really getting into this, I thought.  A whole day's work, just to kiss her feet; something which most normal men would not even consider as a reward at all.  So for the next two hours, whilst she sat making holiday plans on the computer, I worked so hard that I ended up sweating profusely.  The thought of kissing her feet was a surprisingly good motivator - I did all I promised and more.  She was very impressed with my work rate and couldn't believe how much I got done.  Once it was all complete, I offered to take her shoe shopping as I know she needs some decent heels to go with the dress I bought her.

In the shoe shop I was as helpful as possible, finding potential items, bringing them to her, kneeling and easing them onto and off of her feet, replacing them on the shelves, obeying her orders to "find me these in a size four" and offering countless compliments on how sexy she looked in each pair of shoes.  Unfortunately she didn't find any that she really liked but the experience was still pretty awesome.  I told her how much I enjoyed shopping with her and that I would like to be allowed to do it again some time.  Maybe I will be able to actually buy her some stuff next time.

Back at the house, I asked if I could kiss her feet and I was granted the privilege as she reclined on the sofa. I gently massaged her slightly smelly feet and kissed each toe, the top, the bottom, the heel, every part of each foot, for a good twenty minutes.  I was pretty engrossed and probably looked like quite a weird little snivelling wretch, pawing and kissing whatever small part of her graceful beauty she deigned to allow me access to.

What an amazing experience, to be allowed to kiss the feet of such a beauty, and it only took a whole day's worth of housework and shopping to be allowed the honour!  I am so lucky!

Pretty much how it looked, minus the grey hair.

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.

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!

Sunday Service

We had a good night last night. Emma and I went for a few drinks before the meal and she laid down some pre-nup rules for me. Most of them concerned infidelity. For instance, if I ever have sex with another woman, she will not only divorce me but also screw me for every penny I am worth. Fair enough, I said. There is no chance of that ever happening anyway.
I thought it was a good opportunity to reinforce my stance on Emma's sexual freedom, so after promising to always remain faithful and accept her wrath should I stray, I reminded her that she is free to have sex with whoever she likes.
Previously this subject has made Emma feel a bit uncomfortable, as she has suspected ulterior motives, but now she seems to be getting the picture. This time, she was interested in the technicalities. She asked whether she could tell her friends. When I asked her why she would want to, she said that, if she went with someone else whilst out with her friends, she would want to tell her friend that what she was doing was 'allowed' in our relationship. Of course, I said, by all means tell your friends.
That seemed like quite a development to me; she has actually been thinking about it.
This morning I asked to be allowed to pleasure my Princess, and was given permission. I gave her an orgasm whilst kissing her breasts. I nearly came with absolutely no physical contact. Then we had some post-orgasm intimacy, during which I stroked her hair and told her she is the most beautiful woman in the world and I am very lucky to be marrying her. I told her I love her about half a dozen times. She just smiles now, when I say it. She never tells me back. She lays there like a proper Princess, just accepting all my loving adoration. I kissed the soles of her feet countless times.
When I got out of bed to make her breakfast, Emma noticed a wet patch where I must have dribbled some pre-cum. She asked me about it and I explained what it was. Thinking about it, a better response would have been an apology, and an assurance that I hadn't actually had an orgasm. I need to react better to these little opportunities to show that I know my place.
No major developments on the Nathan front last night. He was out but he and Emma didn't talk much as there were so many other friends there who we hadn't seen for a while.
Anyway, things are going in the right direction at the moment and I am feeling very positive.