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 Lover for my Princess? (Part 2)

Have you read Part 1?  It's here.

At the end of the previous post, Emma and her boss' boss, Mike were talking at the bar at a social event organised by her employer.  The two of them were flirting quite blatantly and I was doing my best not to interfere or make her feel in any way restrained by my proximity.  

I can't remember how the two of them parted company; it's possible that I missed a goodbye kiss, and quite a lot of heavy flirting as I was trying so hard not to stare and look excited like the wannabe cuckold that I am.  The next thing I remember is being in the taxi with Emma.  She simply could not stop talking about Mike.  She was too drunk to realise how much she was focusing on him, and I was too turned on to comment on it.  Instead I encouraged her to talk as much as she liked.  She obviously thought very highly of him, professionally and as a person.  I couldn't tell though, whether she found him physically attractive - he is quite rugged looking.  Maybe even craggy; not at all the tanned, groomed, athletic type that Emma is usually attracted to.  Maybe it's the fact that he has quite a lot of power in her organisation that was causing this fascination.  Emma was actually talking about him like a fan, like she was grateful that he had spent so long talking to her.  "He's just such a nice guy!  Not cocky or arrogant at all!" she kept saying.

Once we got home we pretty much went straight to bed, and I pretty much begged Emma to be allowed to giver her an orgasm.  "Oh, alright, go on then" she consented.  

Now, recently I have asked Emma if she ever thinks about anyone else - an ex, a co-worker, a famous person, a friend - whilst I am pleasuring her and she says she doesn't.  I had planned to ask her if she would do it, for a kind of dare, but I have never really had the balls to do it yet.  This seemed like an ideal opportunity, I thought.  I would get her aroused and then suggest that she may want to think about someone else, for the fun of it.

So that's how I found myself between Emma's beautiful thighs that night, working hard at pleasuring her with my tongue, waiting for the right moment to suggest this moderately kinky fantasy.  Just as I was thinking of the best way to phrase it, I heard something that made my heart leap.  Two syllables passed her lips.  

"Aahh... Mike.."

Unmistakable.  In between the groans of pleasure, the name came out in a breathy half-whisper.  Upon hearing it I gave out a slight involuntary groan of my own.  It felt amazing.  This was way more than I had hoped.  I was plucking up the courage to ask her to do something like this and worrying about her refusing, when she goes ahead and does it of her own volition, which makes it a hundred times sexier, as she's not being prompted at all - she's just saying it because she's genuinely thinking about him and doesn't give a fuck that I know it!

As I carried on pleasuring her I replayed the sound in my head.  Was it "Oh my God?"  Nope.  Definitely not.  Definitely two syllables.  Has she ever said "Oh my"?  Nope, she wasn't born in the 1900's!  This was a genuine, full-on, simultaneous, shared, cuckold fantasy in action.  Bliss.

Afterwards, after her climactic convulsions, I kissed her thighs and cuddled her hips, telling her over and over that I love her.  She rested her hand on my head as it lay in her lap. 

Neither of us mentioned it - I have learned that I must not express my excitement about these kind of things as it starts to look like it's for my benefit.  Everything is for Emma's benefit now.  As it should be.

The following day I was super-helpful and obedient, kneeling, kissing, cleaning, complimenting, pampering, you name it - I was the perfect husband.

I have a good feeling about Emma and Mike.  Watch this space...

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

My Personal Photo Book of my Princess

I am thinking of treating myself to a present..

The plan is to collate all the most beautiful, elegant and sexy photographs of my Princess and get them bound together in a glossy book.

Over the years I have taken hundreds of photographs of her looking gorgeous in various locations, at weddings, on beaches etc. wearing some great outfits.  

I will concentrate mainly on photographs of her looking confident and assertive.  I have quite a few taken from low perspectives too, with her pretty feet dominating the foreground and her face looking nonchalantly at a book or magazine.  One or two pictures she looks quite moody on too.

I also have some lovely pics of her exploring Italian villages and wandering around old piazzas which I snapped whilst carrying her bags and walking about ten yards behind her, which is customary now on our trips away.  These pics are awesome as the fact that I was walking behind her means they show off her firm calves in a short skirt, and they also remind me of how how submissive I felt on these occasion (more details of this holiday in the post entitled "Worshipping my Princess Abroad")

My thinking is that such a book will help me to focus on and to worship and adore my Princess even when she is not around or when I am away on business.

Of course I will have to ask Princess if I can spend money on such a book, and get her approval for all the pictures.  Should be an interesting little project!

There's Been Some Ups and Downs... But Things are GOOOOOOD!!!

Wow, has it really been over a year since that last post?  Time flies alarmingly quickly.

There's been too much going on over the last year to fill you in on all of it, suffice to say I'm still submissive and obedient. 

I had a major lapse this year, lasting several months.  During this time I told my Princess that I would prefer the relationship to be more normal, balanced and equal.  This just did not work, at all.  I really don't know what I was thinking, why I felt that way, or what I hoped to achieve.  It ended up with my Princess being quite upset and feeling unloved and unappreciated.  The whole relationship became quite unhappy with neither of us getting much out of it.

Eventually, and quite recently, we sat down and my Princess basically told me she needs to be "adored" and preferred things how they were.

So although it was quite an unpleasant experience to go through, I think something positive has come out of it - that I now know that, not only does my Princess find my submission and obedience acceptable (i.e not weird or creepy) , but that she actually needs me to behave this way, and in fact the marriage simply cannot function on any other footing.

So, from a starting point a couple of years back when we were both equal in the relationship and I harboured secret thoughts of submission but worried that Princess would find these fantasies unacceptable, we now find ourselves in a situation where, even when I try to rebel and escape from submission, I am literally forced back into it in order to avoid the marriage falling apart completely!

This is really quite a major thing for me, because one of the reasons I went off the whole FLR thing was that I suspected I was topping from the bottom; that is, coercing my wife into letting me be submissive against her natural instincts or desires, which isn't really what you want as a sub is it?  It's not what I wanted anyway - I wanted to feel that I was being properly dominated and ruled over by a strong and confident woman who simply wouldn't have it any other way.  Voila!  That's what I've got!

So we are now only a couple of weeks into this new and mutually agreeable level of FLR but it already feels less phoney and less like role-play.  When I massaged her feet last night whilst she watched TV, it felt completely natural.  When I knelt behind her this morning and moisturised her legs and kissed her gorgeous ass whilst she brushed her teeth, I didn't feel like I was pushing any kind of limits of normal acceptable behaviour; I felt like I was adoring her, just like she wants, just like she asked.  Just like she demands!

It feels good to be back.  More to follow...

Married Life So Far

My Princess seems to be taking to her new role of Dominant Wife with a great deal of self-confidence.  There seemed to be a marked increase in her levels of self-assurance within hours of us taking our vows.  One example of how She is asserting Her dominance is sleeping arrangements.  The last time I was allowed to sleep in the same bed as Her was our wedding night, during which She had several enormous orgasms whilst I was allowed no release at all.  It was a wonderful feeling, hugging and gently kissing the smooth curvaceous hips of my new beautiful Bride as She slept, knowing that I had satisfied Her whilst feeling extremely frustrated myself, and knowing that this was probably my life from now on...

That was in the hotel after the wedding.  I have not been allowed to sleep in our bedroom once since getting married.  I am now relegated to the spare room, which She calls "your room".  She now regards (what was once) our bedroom as her own.  I first noticed this the day we came home, when She said "Get me my phone charger - it's in my room".

I asked Her yesterday morning whether I would be allowed to sleep in Her room if She was satisfied with my performance around the house but She didn't give a definite answer.  I did my best anyway.

Whilst my Princess was at work,  I dusted the entire house, swept and mopped the hard floors, hoovered all the carpets and cleaned the skirting boards.  I also gave the bathrooms a real deep-clean, so that every spot of dirt and dust was removed from even the most tucked-away places.  I polished the taps and scrubbed the toilets so that they sparkled.  I also ironed all of my Princess' clothes, even Her underwear and pyjamas.  As always, I folded Her underwear in the way that She likes, so that they look like they've just come out of the packet.  I also cleaned the kitchen and cooked dinner, which was on the table when She walked through the door, along with a dozen roses.  After dinner, Princess relaxed in the lounge whilst I did the washing up.

I then sat cross-legged on the floor of the lounge where Her feet rested on the pouffe, and massaged and kissed Her beautiful little feet whilst She chatted online.  After a hard day's work her feet had a slight odour, but it is not unpleasant, in fact, to me that smell is quite alluring as it is the smell of my Princess.  I kissed the soles of Her feet for around half an hour, with a raging hard-on the whole time.

Eventually I asked Princess if I had performed well enough to be allowed to give Her a bath.  My heart leapt when She said I had, and I immediately ran a deep bath with herbal bubble-bath, lit some candles and fetched Her a glass of wine.

I won't go into all the details of the bath and subsequent massage and moisturising as I have described it a few times already on here.  Suffice to say that no part of Her beautiful body was overlooked; a Roman empress would have felt spoiled by the treatment She received.  I was on my knees for around two hours, lavishing as much love, affection and attention on my Princess as I possibly could, and I thanked her for it afterwards, as I should.  I am such a lucky husband being allowed to spent this amount of time in such close physical contact with someone of such beauty, being able to pay such close attention to Her most intimate feminine curves.

Do you think I was allowed to sleep in Her bedroom though?  Alas I was not.  My Princess wanted a guaranteed good night's sleep as She has an important day in work today, so I was banished from Her chamber.

This morning I made sure I was up before Her, and took Her a cup of tea in bed.  I knelt next to Her and stroked Her hair as She awoke, and then spent ten minutes kissing the soles of Her feet as She sipped her tea.

I have asked Her if it would be possible to sleep on the floor at the foot of Her bed if I perform my duties to Her satisfaction.  She laughed and said "Don't be silly", which I could take one of two ways - either there's no way She will even let me sleep that close, or She thinks that's too weird a request.  Not sure yet.

One day I hope to work so hard that I am allowed to sleep on the floor at the foot of my beautiful Wife's bed as she dozes, all cosy and gorgeous.  Maybe she won't be alone in the bed - after all, a woman as beautiful as my Wife needs company.  She may need the company of a real man one day...

I Am Now an Obedient Husband!

It is with a huge amount of pride and a considerable amount of incredulity that I can announce that, thanks to my beautiful princess' surprisingly kind willingness to deign to accept my humble proposal, she has now allowed me to become her faithful and dutiful husband.  As of Saturday 12th January, we are officially Wife and husband.

As I had hoped, I was able to adapt the vows to reflect the dynamics of our relationship.  I promised to forsake all others; Emma did not.  I promised to love, honour and obey; Emma vowed to love and guide.  I was quite surprised that the registrar didn't query any of this.  Maybe it is more common than I imagined.  Emma was more than happy to make these changes though - she really is getting into this.

I feel very honoured and extremely lucky that such a perfect woman has allowed me to make such a public commitment to her. I have found a word which describes perfectly the way I intend to conduct myself as loving and subservient husband:

uxorious

/ˌəkˈsôrēəs/

Adjective

Doting upon; excessively submissive towards one's wife.

I have thought about renaming the blog to Journal of an Uxorious Husband, but Obedient Husband has a better ring to it.

Interestingly, her wedding ring is a diamond-encrusted platinum band, costing nearly £2,000.  My wedding ring, in contrast, is a plain stainless steel band, costing £25.  I am officially worth 1/80th of my Princess.

The evening of our wedding was spent with me following Emma around, holding her hand, getting her drinks and generally being as helpful and dutiful as possible.  The wedding night was, just as I had hoped, a very one-sided affair.  More of that soon.

As I type, Emma is laying on the bed reading "The New Bride's Guide to Training Her Husband", a book which, strangely, appeared in the wedding gifts box after the reception.  She has already made a few comments about it, and I have a feeling she may be adopting some of the methods soon...

About to Get Married

One of the reasons I have been so quiet of late is that our wedding day is fast approaching, and, as you would expect from such a subservient and helpful partner, I have been very involved in the preparations.

I am hoping there will be some way of adapting the vows to reflect the asymmetrical nature of our relationship - maybe Emma could promise to "love and guide" me as opposed to the traditional "love, honour and obey" and perhaps there might be a way of her completely omitting the "forsaking all others" line.  Obviously I would still say it.

Emma is has just returned from her hen weekend and some of the photos look quite interesting.  There's one sequence where she swaps fancy dress with a man on a stag weekend in the middle of a bar.  I love it that she can show me pictures like this without the slightest thought that I may get angry, possessive or jealous like a standard partner.  I think I said "Cool!  Looks like you're having fun!"

Whilst she was away partying, I managed to completely clean the entire house from top to bottom.  As soon as she returned, I cooked for her and washed her clothes whilst she relaxed on the sofa.  2013 is looking good so far.  The preparations for her hen weekend were pretty good too.  She was going to start getting ready to go away whilst I was in work, but I pleaded on text for her to wait for me to get home first so that I could help with her pampering routines.  She was kind and allowed me to do the whole thing.  I bathed her and shaved her, washed her hair, scrubbed her clean, dried her and then knelt at her feet and rubbed bronzer into her legs whilst kissing her hips and ass and complimenting her amazing beauty.

She lay on the bed and I cut and shaped her toenails and then applied French manicure.  As I knelt at her feet, blowing the varnish to speed drying, she ordered me to "Get me a cup of tea and some paracetamol for my headache whilst it's drying." - not a hint of a please.  Perfect.

Once I had finished the pampering, I asked if I could iron the clothes that she was taking and she let me iron her short dresses.  I love the idea that she would have been dancing and flirting in those dresses, and looking beautiful and brown partly thanks to my pampering.  It really feels like I am contributing to her beauty and happiness.

Lucky groom!  Or maybe it's the Best Man?

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?)