Day 4 - Lesson #4

Not long enough.. That's what I decided today.

Its been 2 days since I've last posted anything, mostly because I've been at work and very busy there. Our child has gone back to sleeping in our bed recently so we are in the process of transitioning him back to his own room/bed. He puts new meaning to the words 'cock blocker'. With that said, I have to take every opportunity to make my point when it comes to listening to directions or asking for permission. For instance, I spent a long busy day at work and wasn't able to call or text home to check on how things were going or to make sure that my pussy slave was hard at work organizing/cleaning the house. I received a text from him telling me that he missed me. I got him just were I want him. Thinking about me all day long..

On my way home, he continued to explain to me that he's been well behaved even though his balls were aching and his dick continued to become hard intermittently throughout the day. I began to tell him that this blogging appealed to my need for exhibitionism although I would like to have him watch me enjoy being pleasured by another women but more of that another day ;)

He continued to explain to me that he has been working diligently at cleaning the house - something that he has neglected to do for QUITE some time. It wasn't until I put my foot down (completely) that the correlation of household tasks and his sexually satisfaction became apparent.

When we dated from 2005-2007, we had (what I thought were) satisfying sexual encounters but I guess he still had a yearning for what he REALLY desired - a submissive sexual relationship. Prior to discovering his porn stash - he was very guarded when it came to any sort of anal play. I may have been able to slip a finger in once before with MUCH protest and complaining his complaints of 'pain' afterwards but that was as far as he would let me go. I did end up offering him my ass to fuck a few times after dabbling in a small amount of oxycontin, which he was happy to try, but I could tell it wasn't what he really desired. I began to feel insecure and began to wonder if he wasn't attracted to me (which crushed me as a woman). That was until I discovered his 'hidden' porn stash, a well endowed dildo, and a generous amount of ky jelly. Amazingly I didn't automatically assume that my boyfriend was 'gay' but rather that he had a fetish that wasn't being satisfied. I too had a 'thing' for strap-on porn although mine consisted of two lesbians or a bi-sexual threesome of some sort.I never told him I found them (except for a slip during a heated argument-which he gave me a very LAME rational) but never fully told him that I knew about the cuckold fantasies vol 1-89. I waited patiently for him to tell me.

After we were married he still hadn't come crystal clear regarding what he really wanted but I kept a close eye on where 'his' dildo was and if it had been moved from his 'clever' hiding place. Yes, a little sneaking and a little spying was involved BUT it was the only way I would know if he felt sexually frustrated despite our apparently 'vanilla' sex life. One day, after I had enough, I told him that I knew exactly where his hidden file porn videos were as well as his dildo. He was understandably embarrassed and taken back a bit but then I told him that I wanted to by a strap-on and I was interested in fucking him hard the way he did to me. This almost immediately perked him up and for the next few weeks he entertained the idea and was online shopping with me for the perfect size and type of strap-on and some other essentials ie: furry handcuffs, lube, lingerie etc. I was very thin then and was able to walk in and out of victorias secret with a revealing teddy/garter in the matter of minutes. I had no problem finding a pair of sexy stiletto heels (as this is one of my fetishes..) for the occassion.
We chose a pink dildo called 'the prober' and it was exactly that - a prober - because of it slender form - which proved to be too long and too skinny for his complete enjoyment. We bought a few toys for me, which I lovingly refer to as 'big white' or 'big whites friend' and tried them on him a few times but again, it was met with complaining "not enough lube, too big, hurts too much" etc etc that I actually gave up on it (without actually telling him I was no longer going to pursue it). In the meantime I gave birth to our son , we bought another house, he went back to school, and I continued to be the sole income in our family. We got further into our marriage with the frequent 'good' sex and the occasional 'great' sex. He began to hint at a WML and downloaded me pro-flr material but never spoke much about it. I was interested already prior to his casual introduction to it. He continued to download, collect, and view more and more cuckold/femdom porn instead of trying to make time for 'us'. I began to feel more unappreciated and more neglected than ever especially since I obtained a promotion at my current job and my hours were drastically changing.  I went from being OFF 4 days/wk to working 5 days a wk and coming home to a unkept house, messy bedroom, dirty bathrooms, and a kitchen counter I couldn't stand to look at.
Which brings us to the month or so prior to starting this blog. I began to realize that my pussy had more capabilities than I had ever dreamed possible. I began asking then demanding for things to be done while I had his cock inside me - when he was the most agreeable. "I need you to clean the kitchen" while I rode his cock up and down and he couldn't help to say "yes, I will, I promise". But these cleaning episodes were short lived.. until now.
He understands now that as long as he keeps me satisfied, physically, mentally, and sexually - he too will be satisfied, BUT if he goes astray... he ends up where he is now. Forced to watch and participate in watching me fuck myself with various toys and having him assist me in achieving orgasm. He was so hard and dripping down his leg that I couldn't resist sitting on his dick, riding it hard until I came again but removed myself and instructed him to pull his pants back up, leave his pulsating dick alone and to return to the kitchen and finish cooking dinner. He did as he was told but I could see the overwhelming horny-ness in his eyes, and to be honest it aroused me to much that I may have to do it again tonight...