To all those subs out there that have been following my blog, I wanted to share with you my hubby's blog as well. He's only posted once, and he's not sure about the whole "blogging my feelings thing" but he needs some followers, so if you're interested (and if you're allowed), here's the link:
http://theadventuresofsubboy.blogspot.com/
Showing posts with label cross-dressing. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
And the beat goes on...
Yesterday felt like an "off" day. It was one of those days where I wonder if this WLM thing is really what he wants. My sub hubby was grumpy, likely from lack of sleep and from his work, and I could tell he really didn't want to be doing his chores & other things I'd asked of him. But he did it.
We're getting the house ready for an all-day "open house" party for our daughter the day before she leaves for the military. The only problem is, our house is embarrassingly dirty. We have a tendency to be very cluttered in general, but the last 2 months have been frantically busy and this place is TRASHED, and there's just no way I can let company in my house like this.
So one of the tasks I've assigned my sub hubby is to get the guest bathroom "Martha Stewart" clean by the end of the day on Friday. So last night, he goes into that bathroom for about 20 minutes, and comes out announcing "The bathroom is done." Yea right. I don't THINK so. That bathroom hasn't been deep cleaned in like a freakin year, there's no way he got it where it needs to be in 20 minutes. So I go and look - he wiped down the toilet and the sink, and emptied the trash. There's still clutter on the counter, on the shelf by the toilet where magazines have been piling up, a picture that fell off the wall is still sitting on the floor, the walls and door are still dirty with fingerprints, the floor is dirty. Even the inside of the trash can was nasty. I looked at him and said, "this is a great start, dear, but I think that perhaps my version of "Martha Stewart clean" and yours are quite different. I'm putting pictures of what he announced as "ready for company" vs what I have in mind (granted, our bathroom needs updating, but that's besides the point)
With the mood he was in, I really didn't know what to do, sexually, with him last night. I was worried that he was having one of those days where he was resenting his decision for a WLM. And I got the feeling that if I paid attention to his genitals at all, he would be inwardly rolling his eyes, wondering when that part is over. His sex drive has been really low over the years, and one of my goals with a WLM is to change that. But I'm not sure how - part of me expects immediate, and permanent, results, and I know better. He just wasn't in a good headspace last night, and I felt like I was walking on eggshells, because I want this trial to go well. So, I did nothing. Was that the right thing to do? Please - any suggestions here would be great. I want to get him to a point to where he's constantly CRAVING any sexual attention from me he can possible get - I want him hungry.
I think a lot of his mood, although he might try to argue, stems from our play the other night, when I turned him into "Christina." He gave me some feedback later that he enjoyed that a lot - so much that it scares him a little bit. He said it was odd, how comfortable he was dressed up like that - like it felt normal for him - and I think he's been asking himself "what does this mean for who I am?" I reminded him that he has a tendency to assume that just because he enjoyed something for a bit he often turns that into "this is my new life" and that he needs to be careful with that sort of thinking. I think that I, as a "Dom", also need to be careful. I'm hesitant to play like that often, because I don't want my sub hubby getting to a place to where he wants THAT to be the norm in our marriage, as opposed to being the "different". I prefer it to be the different!!! Maybe at some point I can incorporate entire days in which I dress him up and put him to work cleaning the house. :)
Actually, there's a LOT of things I'm considering. Locking up his cock
when we're apart, me having complete sexual freedom (either with him involved or not)(I am thinking the "right" term for this is "hotwife"?), switching (or, making him act as Top for My pleasure), CBT, bondage, Role playing, milking, orgasm denial, voyeurism (either he watching me with another or vice-versa even)...there's just so much my imagination keeps coming up with!
Sometimes I feel like I need to try it all "right now" before he gets scared and pulls the plug on the whole WLM thing, but I know that if we don't take it slow, none of it will come to be. No need to rush anything - another worry I have - if we talk to much about "everything that could be" he'll assume it all WILL be, and he'll back out of the WLM thing out of fear. Again - eggshells.
It's funny - I read a lot of blogs where submissive men are the ones walking on eggshells hoping they don't scare their reluctant dom wife away from the whole thing, and here I am, a wife who really wants this, married to a sub hubby who really wants this, but still I walk on eggshells, afraid I'm going to spook him.
I think that in reality, this is a period of exploration and learning for us both. "Easy does it" I have to keep telling myself, and him. We need to go slow, to acclimate. Let's get from where we are today to "the new norm" and then figure it out from there. So, today, we're going to start writing things down - not just his chores - but all my expectations. I suspect this will turn into a sort of "agreement" of sorts, that I will be happy to post here for feedback.
I'm rambling, I know - and I will do it again and again - so if you're following my blog be ready for that. LOL I'm looking for feedback - both from sub hubbies and Dom Wives - of course everybody has their opinions, and I won't be taking everybody's suggestions, but I've discovered a community full of people that have a lot to offer, and I appreciate each and every one of you.
<3
We're getting the house ready for an all-day "open house" party for our daughter the day before she leaves for the military. The only problem is, our house is embarrassingly dirty. We have a tendency to be very cluttered in general, but the last 2 months have been frantically busy and this place is TRASHED, and there's just no way I can let company in my house like this.
So one of the tasks I've assigned my sub hubby is to get the guest bathroom "Martha Stewart" clean by the end of the day on Friday. So last night, he goes into that bathroom for about 20 minutes, and comes out announcing "The bathroom is done." Yea right. I don't THINK so. That bathroom hasn't been deep cleaned in like a freakin year, there's no way he got it where it needs to be in 20 minutes. So I go and look - he wiped down the toilet and the sink, and emptied the trash. There's still clutter on the counter, on the shelf by the toilet where magazines have been piling up, a picture that fell off the wall is still sitting on the floor, the walls and door are still dirty with fingerprints, the floor is dirty. Even the inside of the trash can was nasty. I looked at him and said, "this is a great start, dear, but I think that perhaps my version of "Martha Stewart clean" and yours are quite different. I'm putting pictures of what he announced as "ready for company" vs what I have in mind (granted, our bathroom needs updating, but that's besides the point)
With the mood he was in, I really didn't know what to do, sexually, with him last night. I was worried that he was having one of those days where he was resenting his decision for a WLM. And I got the feeling that if I paid attention to his genitals at all, he would be inwardly rolling his eyes, wondering when that part is over. His sex drive has been really low over the years, and one of my goals with a WLM is to change that. But I'm not sure how - part of me expects immediate, and permanent, results, and I know better. He just wasn't in a good headspace last night, and I felt like I was walking on eggshells, because I want this trial to go well. So, I did nothing. Was that the right thing to do? Please - any suggestions here would be great. I want to get him to a point to where he's constantly CRAVING any sexual attention from me he can possible get - I want him hungry.
I think a lot of his mood, although he might try to argue, stems from our play the other night, when I turned him into "Christina." He gave me some feedback later that he enjoyed that a lot - so much that it scares him a little bit. He said it was odd, how comfortable he was dressed up like that - like it felt normal for him - and I think he's been asking himself "what does this mean for who I am?" I reminded him that he has a tendency to assume that just because he enjoyed something for a bit he often turns that into "this is my new life" and that he needs to be careful with that sort of thinking. I think that I, as a "Dom", also need to be careful. I'm hesitant to play like that often, because I don't want my sub hubby getting to a place to where he wants THAT to be the norm in our marriage, as opposed to being the "different". I prefer it to be the different!!! Maybe at some point I can incorporate entire days in which I dress him up and put him to work cleaning the house. :)
Actually, there's a LOT of things I'm considering. Locking up his cock
when we're apart, me having complete sexual freedom (either with him involved or not)(I am thinking the "right" term for this is "hotwife"?), switching (or, making him act as Top for My pleasure), CBT, bondage, Role playing, milking, orgasm denial, voyeurism (either he watching me with another or vice-versa even)...there's just so much my imagination keeps coming up with!
Sometimes I feel like I need to try it all "right now" before he gets scared and pulls the plug on the whole WLM thing, but I know that if we don't take it slow, none of it will come to be. No need to rush anything - another worry I have - if we talk to much about "everything that could be" he'll assume it all WILL be, and he'll back out of the WLM thing out of fear. Again - eggshells.
It's funny - I read a lot of blogs where submissive men are the ones walking on eggshells hoping they don't scare their reluctant dom wife away from the whole thing, and here I am, a wife who really wants this, married to a sub hubby who really wants this, but still I walk on eggshells, afraid I'm going to spook him.
I think that in reality, this is a period of exploration and learning for us both. "Easy does it" I have to keep telling myself, and him. We need to go slow, to acclimate. Let's get from where we are today to "the new norm" and then figure it out from there. So, today, we're going to start writing things down - not just his chores - but all my expectations. I suspect this will turn into a sort of "agreement" of sorts, that I will be happy to post here for feedback.
I'm rambling, I know - and I will do it again and again - so if you're following my blog be ready for that. LOL I'm looking for feedback - both from sub hubbies and Dom Wives - of course everybody has their opinions, and I won't be taking everybody's suggestions, but I've discovered a community full of people that have a lot to offer, and I appreciate each and every one of you.
<3
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Introducing Christina
WOW!!! Last night was a BLAST. As Plan A failed to materialize, Plan B sprang into action. Now, just so you guys don't think I'm "all that," Plan B was invented on the fly. LOL!!!
As Plan A failed, I instructed my hubby to go into the spare room and take down all the stuff I'd set up for us to play. As he was doing that, I was trying to figure out what I was going to do instead, when I glanced in our bedroom and noticed an old outfit that I'd set on the bed when I was going through our stuff. An outfit that I wore when we tried "this D/s stuff" before - back when he and I were both about 70 pounds heavier. I'd pulled that outfit out of our "toybox" and set it aside because I knew there was no way it was going to fit me anymore without looking ridiculous. And that's what it hit me. The size I was then, is exactly the size he is NOW. Enter the "ah-hah" moment.
So, I instructed hubby to do "the outside chores" first, because I had plans for him for afterwards when I close the windows and not worry about the neighbors. :) So, he cleaned off the back patio and put the stuff I'd put out there in the garage for safe keeping, and then came up to the bedroom to tell me he was done. I instructed him to undress.
Once he was naked, I grabbed the thong from the outfit, and helped him into it, like Mommy helps her little boy get dressed. Then, I put the top on him. The top has pre-shaped bra cups, so it immediately made him look like he had boobs. I swear, if I had a cock attached to MY body, it would have jumped up hard so fast I would have gotten a black eye. That was a surprise for me. LOL!!
So I stood him in front of the mirror, and asked him how he liked it, what he thought. He told me he thought it was pretty and sexy, and I agreed. He turned around to head downstairs to go do the rest of his chores, but I stopped him, and led him into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and told him I'd be right back.
I'm not a big makeup wearer - so it took me a little while to gather everything I needed, but soon I returned with foundation, mascara, blush, eye shadow, and lipstick. And I proceeded to do his makeup. He sat very dutifully, and tried hard to stay still, open his eyes wide, pucker up appropriately. I really enjoyed doing his makeup, but I did decide that if we do this a lot in the future, he's going to need to learn to do his own. After I'd finished, I took a step back, and then told my NEW sub, Christina, what a pretty girl she is.
I stood her in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, and watched her check herself out. The "I am pretty!" smile that came across her face reminded me of other times, when I've seen girls first look in the mirror after a makeover. It warmed my heart.
Downstairs we went, to the kitchen, where my little sub belonged. She had some tasks to take care of, not just the chores that had been assigned, but also some homemade beer needed brewing for an upcoming party. So it was perfect - she would be washing dishes, cleaning out the refrigerator, and slaving over a hot stove tonight. I told her to pour me a glass of wine and get started.
Wine in hand, I was able to look at my hubby a different way, and it was GOOD. See, I'm bi. I love the female body. I would love to have a submissive girl to pamper and adore. And my hubby, well, he looked pretty good, all things considered. So, as Christina stood at the kitchen sink, I decided, if this were my sub girl, I would take advantage of this situation, so why be any different just because my favorite cock is beneath that red lace? So I walked up behind Christina, and whispered in her ear, "you are so pretty, I just want to touch you and play with you and fuck the shit out of you." and I grabbed her hips and steadied, them, and then bent over over the kitchen sink, and started grinding my hips into her ass. "I love it when you do that," she sighed. I then took her hips in both my hands, and started pounding her from behind, telling her how badly I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. I'm surprised she didn't cum right then and there.
In the hot kitchen, we both started to work up a sweat, so I walked away, and went to a cooler room, and told her to get back to her tasks. She asked me if she could have a glass of wine, and I told her she had to wait. I sat at my computer, and did some surfing, while she busied herself in the kitchen, but frequently she came to me seeking attention and affection. Happy to oblige, I'd play with her genitals, stroking her and getting her close to cumming, talking to her about all the things she loved to hear about, and then backing off when I could tell she was ready to explode, and send her back into the kitchen. We played that game for a while.
After a bit, I was so horny I could kill. So I told Christina that at her next "break" in the brewing process, she needed to come upstairs and service me. I went up, and layed in bed and read a magazine until she appeared. I continued to read my magazine while she serviced me. But then she started to get a little too into it, and I began to suspect she was enjoying it more than me, which just cannot be, so I stopped her, and sent her back down to the kitchen.
While she finished her job in the kitchen, I went downstairs and turned on the TV, and watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Christina joined me after a while, and it was nice having my new girl next to me on the couch, looking pretty in the lingerie and collar. Then, when it was time for bed, I removed her collar, and we retired for the night and discussed how each of us felt about this new experience, and we both decided we liked it, and will do it again sometime. Not quite yet, but it will happen again. :)
Success!!
As Plan A failed, I instructed my hubby to go into the spare room and take down all the stuff I'd set up for us to play. As he was doing that, I was trying to figure out what I was going to do instead, when I glanced in our bedroom and noticed an old outfit that I'd set on the bed when I was going through our stuff. An outfit that I wore when we tried "this D/s stuff" before - back when he and I were both about 70 pounds heavier. I'd pulled that outfit out of our "toybox" and set it aside because I knew there was no way it was going to fit me anymore without looking ridiculous. And that's what it hit me. The size I was then, is exactly the size he is NOW. Enter the "ah-hah" moment.
So, I instructed hubby to do "the outside chores" first, because I had plans for him for afterwards when I close the windows and not worry about the neighbors. :) So, he cleaned off the back patio and put the stuff I'd put out there in the garage for safe keeping, and then came up to the bedroom to tell me he was done. I instructed him to undress.
Once he was naked, I grabbed the thong from the outfit, and helped him into it, like Mommy helps her little boy get dressed. Then, I put the top on him. The top has pre-shaped bra cups, so it immediately made him look like he had boobs. I swear, if I had a cock attached to MY body, it would have jumped up hard so fast I would have gotten a black eye. That was a surprise for me. LOL!!
So I stood him in front of the mirror, and asked him how he liked it, what he thought. He told me he thought it was pretty and sexy, and I agreed. He turned around to head downstairs to go do the rest of his chores, but I stopped him, and led him into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and told him I'd be right back.
I'm not a big makeup wearer - so it took me a little while to gather everything I needed, but soon I returned with foundation, mascara, blush, eye shadow, and lipstick. And I proceeded to do his makeup. He sat very dutifully, and tried hard to stay still, open his eyes wide, pucker up appropriately. I really enjoyed doing his makeup, but I did decide that if we do this a lot in the future, he's going to need to learn to do his own. After I'd finished, I took a step back, and then told my NEW sub, Christina, what a pretty girl she is.
I stood her in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, and watched her check herself out. The "I am pretty!" smile that came across her face reminded me of other times, when I've seen girls first look in the mirror after a makeover. It warmed my heart.
Downstairs we went, to the kitchen, where my little sub belonged. She had some tasks to take care of, not just the chores that had been assigned, but also some homemade beer needed brewing for an upcoming party. So it was perfect - she would be washing dishes, cleaning out the refrigerator, and slaving over a hot stove tonight. I told her to pour me a glass of wine and get started.
Wine in hand, I was able to look at my hubby a different way, and it was GOOD. See, I'm bi. I love the female body. I would love to have a submissive girl to pamper and adore. And my hubby, well, he looked pretty good, all things considered. So, as Christina stood at the kitchen sink, I decided, if this were my sub girl, I would take advantage of this situation, so why be any different just because my favorite cock is beneath that red lace? So I walked up behind Christina, and whispered in her ear, "you are so pretty, I just want to touch you and play with you and fuck the shit out of you." and I grabbed her hips and steadied, them, and then bent over over the kitchen sink, and started grinding my hips into her ass. "I love it when you do that," she sighed. I then took her hips in both my hands, and started pounding her from behind, telling her how badly I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. I'm surprised she didn't cum right then and there.
In the hot kitchen, we both started to work up a sweat, so I walked away, and went to a cooler room, and told her to get back to her tasks. She asked me if she could have a glass of wine, and I told her she had to wait. I sat at my computer, and did some surfing, while she busied herself in the kitchen, but frequently she came to me seeking attention and affection. Happy to oblige, I'd play with her genitals, stroking her and getting her close to cumming, talking to her about all the things she loved to hear about, and then backing off when I could tell she was ready to explode, and send her back into the kitchen. We played that game for a while.
After a bit, I was so horny I could kill. So I told Christina that at her next "break" in the brewing process, she needed to come upstairs and service me. I went up, and layed in bed and read a magazine until she appeared. I continued to read my magazine while she serviced me. But then she started to get a little too into it, and I began to suspect she was enjoying it more than me, which just cannot be, so I stopped her, and sent her back down to the kitchen.
While she finished her job in the kitchen, I went downstairs and turned on the TV, and watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Christina joined me after a while, and it was nice having my new girl next to me on the couch, looking pretty in the lingerie and collar. Then, when it was time for bed, I removed her collar, and we retired for the night and discussed how each of us felt about this new experience, and we both decided we liked it, and will do it again sometime. Not quite yet, but it will happen again. :)
Success!!
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