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.

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 Motivated, Teased Submissive at Work

Yesterday was really good.  After being allowed to give my Princess a pre-work orgasm I asked if I could pamper her after work and she hinted that maybe I could.  It seems like I haven't been serving my Princess well enough lately so I saw this as an opportunity to put things well and truly back on track.  I have never worked so hard in my life.  I was painting and decorating from 8am until 5pm with only about 30 mins break for a quick sandwich.  I worked as hard and as fast as I could, all day.  I wanted her to be amazed about how much I can achieve when in a state of constant, teased arousal.

The whole time I was thinking about how great it was to give my Princess an orgasm, how lucky I am to be allowed to lay my hands all over such a beautiful woman, and how much I was looking forward to pampering her in the evening.  Her comment "if we can carry on like this it might just work" kept running around my head.  She really understands!

Kind of how it looked this morning.

Kind of how I would like it to look in the morning.

These thoughts gave me such motivation that I was like a man on a mission and I got an incredible amount of work done.  It was like a demonstration of time and motion efficiency, with the dishwasher and washing machine on simultaneously, one load of washing drying, four walls painted, shelves up on the first wall before the last wall was even dry, shopping done, bathroom cleaned, kitchen mopped and tidied, Princess' work clothes immaculately ironed and hung up, her underwear perfectly folded, more washing hung out, dishes put away...

Emma seemed suitably impressed when she arrived home.  I always make sure that I have a cup of tea ready for her as soon as she walks in and she sipped it as she wandered around inspecting my work.  There was no real acknowledgement of, or thanks for my efforts, but that would have only spoiled the dynamic.  I kissed her and asked if I could bathe her later.  "If we've got time" she said.

We did have time.  I ran her a bath with plenty of Radox and let her soak for a while as I tidied away the dishes from dinner.  It was hard not to rush, knowing there was a gorgeous naked woman upstairs waiting for me to wash and shave her.  When I finally knelt down next to the bath and started washing her hair, her back, waist and hips looked so beautiful I felt like I could come just by pressing myself against the side of the bath.  I managed to pull myself together enough to have a normal conversation about her day in work as I washed and conditioned her lustrous locks.  Next I gave her back a good scrub and she lay back, one arm over her head, waiting for me to shave her armpit, then the other.

Before shaving her legs I gave them a good exfoliating scrub with a body puff, then a rinse before applying shaving foam.  I took great care last night to shave them perfectly, leaving not a single hair, all the while marvelling at her lovely perfect brown skin and feminine curves.  Her calves have just enough muscle to be firm and shapely without losing any femininity, and her thighs are strong and perfectly proportioned.  After shaving her legs I carefully stroked them to check for any missed hairs.

She asked me if I wanted to get in after her and of course I did.  I would bathe in my Princess' dirty water every day if I had the chance.  Last night though was extra-special.  My Princess decided to shave her pussy whilst standing over me in the bath.  I held her calves and kissed her thighs as she did it, the and of my hard-on bobbing up through the water's surface.  Then she was off, drying herself as I washed in her dead skin and hair.

I bathed as quickly as possible as I wanted to be able to moisturise her before she got into bed.  I pulled the plug and dried myself within two minutes of getting in and then I was kneeling next to the bed, rubbing bronzing moisturiser into her warm, clean, smooth legs.  She was sat on the edge of the bed looking down on me as I did this.  The wardrobe mirror afforded her a perfect view of the whole tableau; me, supplicant and her, regal and relaxed.

Finally we got into bed and I spooned her, kissing her next adoringly.  Amazingly, she decided she wanted an orgasm.  I gave her one with my fingers and then she decided she wanted sex.  We did it with her on top as she played with herself until she came, and then she wanted it from behind, and came again twice.  Then she indicated that she wanted me to come too.  I was totally unable to object or resist and had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life, looking down upon the woman that I worship, her ass in front of me, my hands on her small waist, my cock, deep inside her.  Then I collapsed on her, head buried in her her hair, still damp from the bath.

That was last night.  This morning I am drained.  How long will it take to recharge my batteries?  I don't know.  I think Emma has had between eight and ten orgasms to my one, and yet I still feel that I have been allowed too much.  I don't think there will be much housework done today...

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.