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...

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...

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.

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!

Spare Prick

My Princess has definitely taken on the dominant role in the bedroom now, as evidenced by last night's encounter where I was used as a means of enhancing her pleasure, and then simply discarded.

We were "spooning" in bed and I was virtually asleep when she told me she wanted an orgasm.  I immediately shook myself awake and began to pleasure her with my fingers.  Well that lasted for a whole thirty seconds before she got on top, grabbed my cock and forced it inside her.

Emma is not on the pill and she didn't give me any chance to get a condom on, so we were having unprotected sex - something totally unheard of in our relationship.  So she said:

"Let me know when you get too excited."

As you can imagine, having not had an orgasm for nearly three months, I was too excited in a very short time.  Seeing her impaling herself on me, her gorgeous hips rocking back and forth as I stroked her breasts; it was too much to bear and I was on the brink of orgasm very quickly.  I told her so, and she immediately stopped moving and began to pleasure herself with me still inside her.

She made herself come, dismounted, rolled over away from me and went to sleep with me hugging her hips and kissing the small of her back.

I was too aroused to sleep for quite a while and couldn't believe what a beautiful experience I had just had.  She had used the fact that we had no contraception to her advantage perfectly, as a means of locking me into orgasm-less sex.  Had we used a condom I may not have had the willpower to be able to stop myself but this way she was in no doubt that I would be left unsatisfied.  I had been treated like a dildo, just a tool for satisfying my beautiful Princess - it never seemed to cross her mind that I may have needs of my own.

Beautiful!

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.

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.