Wife Away Day 5

 It's Monday and while I work, I work a desk job at home.  Much less physical labor than I had this weekend so I was a little more rested.

I am going through all of my feminine clothes.  My goal is to wear everything at least once.  I spent most of the day in a padded lace bralette and pink panties.  I also painted my fingernails and toenails in 2 coats of shiny clear polish.  I wanted to do pink on my toenails but will be wearing flip-flops all week.  I can't wait for cooler weather to be able to look down and see hot pink toenails.  

Today was also a chastity check.  The app that held the code to the safe was revealed to me.  I removed the cage of my device and left the base ring on.  Everything looked good so I went to plan B.  A quick tease and lock up.  I set up a metronome app with a very slow 60 beats per minute.  I set a time for 5 minutes.  I put a nitrile glove on my right and I then lubed up my cock and hand so everything was super slippery.  Once I was hard, I started the timer and stood in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror.   On the mirror, I attached a suction cup dildo about 8 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter at the height of my mouth.  I began to stroke my cock, one second up, one second down, one second up, one second down.  As I did this I sucked the dildo at the same pace.  One second in one second out, one second in, one second out.  

What I wished was happening

I foolishly assumed that 60 beats a minute would be far too slow and would just tease me.  I was very wrong.  By the 3-minute mark, I was going deeper on the silicone cock and between the stroking and the cock hitting my gag reflex, I was on the edge.  I stopped and adjusted the metronome to 40 beats per minute.  This allowed me to last another 90 seconds before I was on the edge again.  I stopped stroking my cock but kept the rhythm with the cock in my mouth.  

Once the time went off, I cleaned the excess lube off of my cock.  I tossed the glove and put the cage back on my chastity device.  I went into the app and had to give me a new code.  I then read several random 4-digit codes and forgot the number I put in within 15 seconds.  I'm locked until the day Mistress gets home, 4 days from now.

At bedtime, I decided to use my non-vibrating prostate massager to see if I could cum with anal stimulation alone.  I never got to where I thought I could cum, so I grabbed my cage and pushed it back and forth.  I instantly believed that the motion in combination with the prostate massager could give me an orgasm.  I was right.  Within 60 seconds I could feel an orgasm coming.  It wasn't because of any friction on my cock.  My device doesn't allow for that.  I believe my brain confused the motion of the cage with actual stroking.  Combining that with the anal stimulation and the fact I haven't released a drop of cum in 90+ days, I managed to have a mini-orgasm with a little bit of cum release.  It was enough of a release that I had a post-orgasm letdown.  If I had access to the key on my chastity device I would have let myself out for the night. I skipped wearing a nighty which I should not have done.

By 5 A.M. I was back to normal thanks to my cock still being locked.  It's impossible for me to lose my horny edge for very long when I am locked up and don't have access to the key.  Enforced chastity keeps me on my toes.

Mistress is set to return in a few days.  My focus is going to shift from playing games with myself to doing the chores I have promised to do, with a few kinks added along the way.  As I type, this I am wearing black pantyhose and my legs are belted tightly together.  I am in this position until a loan of towels is ready to be moved from the washer to the dryer.       

The Submissive Paradox

I have learned a lot about my submissive side over the last 10 months.  Here is where I have failed over the last 30+ years of being a submissive. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.  That's a problem if one wants to be in a true female-led relationship  The only one that should be able to have cake and eat it, is Mistress. The slave gets only what Mistress wants the slave to have.  I tried to make it about me more than her.

This leads me to what Mistress Scarlet https://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/ calls the Submissive Paradox.  Here is the absolute best explanation that I have finally (after 35 years) come to understand and accept.  I underlined the sections that really speak to me

‘If you love your submissive and you wish to be kind to your submissive and have him sleep the most sound and contented sleep they can ever know, then the saying -‘you have to be cruel to be kind’, is the mantra by which you must live. 

The deeply submissive is a paradox. They need to feel helplessly in the control of another. That entails feeling that they are treated unfairly when it comes to things like the allocation of chores and leisure time. It means they have to be genuinely very fearful and frightened of the punishments that are given in response to infractions. It also means they have to be subjected to pain and humiliation that they do not enjoy. It is only when they are genuinely fearful of punishment for infractions and when they suffer pain and humiliation and unfairness they genuinely would rather not experience, that they feel truly controlled and in the helpless power of another. And without feeling truly controlled and in the helpless power of another, they can NEVER be wholly content with their lives. 

So real love and kindness for a true submissive does not mean going easy on them in any way, or being fair with them – that causes discontent and unhappiness and is not being kind.

In turn, the dominant woman is hooked on the addictive and arousing drug of using and abusing real power, over her male.

That's the paradox. Being cruel is being nice.  That doesn't mean 24/7 whip-wielding. Mistress can be nice, kind, and helpful when she wants to be, but also needs to be truly cruel for the submissive to feel loved and contented. Also, being cruel in a way the submissive wants is counter-productive.  This has been my problem for years. Wanting to be dominated my way and not realizing it didn't work for Mistress means it really wasn't working for me.  Here are some day-to-day examples of the paradox when I think of how it affects me.

Orgasm Control - I want to cum when I want to cum. When Mistress controls and denies my orgasms, I don't really like it. Unfortunately, that's when I get immensely turned on.  Being submissive means that the more my orgasms are controlled the more I am in awe of Mistress.  Orgasm control doesn't necessarily mean denial, it just means that I don't have a say in it.  On the flip side, being forced to orgasm multiple times until it's impossible to cum is another form of control.

Chastity - Chastity isn't just about orgasm control, it's about total control.  Being locked and having Mistress mostly ignore it shouldn't be arousing, but it is.  This is especially true now with my new perspective and I can see being locked 99.9% of the time for the rest of my life.  If I ever ask or beg to be unlocked, denying that request seems cruel but it's not. It’s kind based on the Submissive Paradox.  I am pretty good on the honor system, but not good enough.  

Chores - Chores have to be done.  That's what happens in relationships. Many would say that equal distribution of chores is necessary for a healthy relationship.  The Submissive Paradox says otherwise. The more unequal the chores are, the better it is for the Mistress/Slave dynamic.  Don't misunderstand this.  I don't want to do more chores and I don't enjoy them, but something happens inside my brain when Mistress makes me do chores. The idea of an endless list of chores is overwhelming and therefore powerful. Making the chores more difficult or humiliating makes them worse and therefore makes it better.   

Personal Service - In this relationship, Mistress should think of herself as a ruler of her kingdom (like Cleopatra) and me as just one of her lowly slaves. Waking Mistress up as she wishes to be woken.  Coffee service in the morning (me handing it to her).  Holding doors. Pedicures at her feet. Turning down her bed in the evening. Serving her drinks during the day. Fetching things for her that she could easily get for herself, but increases the dynamic.  The list of personal services is never-ending and I should be doing as many as Mistress wishes.

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Feminization - The only hair on my body are my eyebrows.  I wear a nighty every night. Most nights I am good with it, but some nights I feel silly and not manly.  It's these nights where the nighty is the most powerful.  Wearing panties is the same story.  I used to occasionally wear female deodorant and now it's all I ever wear.  Nail polish is one of those things that can’t be removed easily and is a constant reminder. All of these things create some level of humiliation which again, explains the Submissive Paradox.  Mistress recently threatened me with feminization while I clean and that makes me blush with shame but also makes me in awe of her for making me endure it.  The more feminization I endure the less in control I am and the more  I want to obey. 

Punishment - It's been a very long time since I have been punished.  Also, I don't know that I have ever been truly punished by Mistress (other than stopping D/s activities).  Without the Submissive Paradox, a true and proper beating seems abusive.  With the Submissive Paradox, a beating where I am truly begging for it to end and fearing it ever being repeated would be deeply effective and arousing.  I don’t want to be punished but I want to truly fear Mistress so that I have no choice but to obey. Punishment doesn’t have to be a beating either. Removal of privileges. Punishments you’d give a child or teenager.  The list is extensive.

Mind-Fuckery - The Submissive Paradox really shines here. Fucking with a slaves mind just for the sake of it. Taking something that they find pleasurable and making it unpleasurable. Pushing them slighly further than they think they can take. Punishing for absolutely no reason. Turning a funishment into a punishment.  Making him do a chore over that he just did. Creating a task that serves no purpose other than to fuck with the submissive. Leaving a mess just to have the slave clean it up. I think of it as bullying. Having to suck it up while being treated unfairly would suck, but it would also push all sorts of buttons inside me.  Again, it’s the Submissive Paradox.

I’d love your opinion on this post.  As a submissive do you feel the same way?  As a dominant, does it make sense?  If you’re vanilla and somehow reading this, what are your thoughts?e

Early Submissive Thoughts - Very Early

It's quite common for our sexuality and kinks to have some sort of beginning in our youth, long before we know what sex is.  I am no exception.  My earliest memories are from the age around 4-5 when I loved playing cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, and any other childhood games that involved one party having control over the other.  While I would have no problem playing the cop or the robber, I preferred the robber so that handcuffs could be placed on me and I would be taken to jail.  

My friends had older sisters that could easily overpower me, especially when they worked together.  When they did it was intoxicating.  It wasn't sexual, at least I don't think it was.  It was something psychologically powerful to be controlled by these girls.

A large part of kids tying each other up is what happens once you are tied up.  It's human nature to mess with the one you have helpless.  To tease, tickle, or do things to them to get a reaction.

I remember my friend's twin sisters tying me and him up and putting makeup on us against our wishes.  I don't remember if I liked it then but it's one of my kinks now.

As I got older and discovered masturbation I found what pushed my sexual buttons.  One of my strongest memories from when I was around 11 or 12 is quite kinky for such a young age.  I was a late bloomer, so I was one of the smallest kids in my class.  I was shorter than 99% of my class including the girls.  One of the girls in my class was the tallest.  She was blonde, her parents had a large ranch and they had more money than my family.  I imagined she would be having a weekend slumber party with a bunch of girls from my class.  I would be the only boy invited to the party.  As soon as there were no parents around they would surround me and restrain me.  They would put me underneath the outhouse so when any of them had to pee, they would pee on me and laugh about it.  They would make me clean the barn and have turns spanking me.  I have no idea why this was a thing so early on in life.

When I was around 13, I discovered a dirty magazine in my Grandfather's bathroom.  There was one article that I remember, and it's because it's disgusting, but also mesmerizing.  The article involved a switch couple that liked piss play.  They would each pee into a bucket to have supplies for their games.  They would take turns tying each other up with restraints, gags, and blindfolds soaked in their piss so that whichever one was the bottom for that scene was covered in piss.  Again, no idea why this one thing sticks in my mind.  I am not into piss play so it's interesting that I still recall this.

Some other things that spoke to me when I was a kid even though I had no idea what kink was.

Wonder Woman and her Lasso of Truth along with her amazing outfit made me appreciate a strong and powerful woman.

The movie 9-5 where (I was 11) when the boss is tied up and kept hostage by 3 women in his office.  

Any movie or TV show with a woman tied up and gagged.  I wish there had been more men tied up in those shows, but that was the way the world was back then.

Penthouse Forum.  My dad had a couple of Penthouse magazines as did my friend’s dads.  My friends spent all their time looking at the naked women.  I did as well, but focused my attention on the Forum letters, especially with ones that involved some sort of bondage and/or power exchange.

Big hair, lots of makeup, tight clothes, high heels and short skirts were part of the popular culture of my youth. All of those things play a huge part in my fetishes. 

I was into being tied up and tied myself up a lot as a child and young adult.

I lost my virginity to a girl younger than me with a lot more experience than me.  She pretty much took it from me and I was very ok with that  

By the time I hit 18, my sexuality was pretty much set as someone who likes strong females who know what they want, know how to get it, and don't mind controlling men.  

It’s amazing to me how much our youth factors into our sexuality as an adult.

What are your earlier or more vivid memories of your childhood in relation to your sexuality now?

Sissy Service

It was a Tuesday night and we were watching TV like we usually do when Mistress hit the pause button. 

She said “I have a surprise for you this Saturday and you know I can’t keep a surprise to myself, so I’m going to tell you now.  But before I do I want you to go put your chastity device.  Once you know what the surprise is you won’t be able to keep your hands off your little cock.”

I was shocked. It’s been along time since mistress talked to me this way. There was no way I wasn’t going to obey. I went and grabbed my most secure chastity device and put it on. I came back to the sofa and handed mistress the key.

She said, “wow, you’re really a desperate little slut aren’t you?”  I blushed and said “yes, Mistress”.

“This Saturday, we’re going to get up and walk the dog like we normally do. When we get back I’m going to go get ready while you make the dog’s breakfast. You will not be eating breakfast or lunch today. Once I’m ready I’m going to Starbucks for breakfast and to read. At 11 o’clock I have a pedicure and manicure appointment. After that I’m going to lunch and have a couple glasses of wine.  I’ll be gone 4-5 hours.”

“While I’m gone you will put your prostate massager in your tight ass. You’ll then put on your heavy steel collar. Then I want you to put on one of your bodysuits.  After that, spray 2 sprays of your slutty perfume on your chest, neck and wrists so the scent is penetrating your brain all day.”

“Once you are all prepared in your sissy uniform you will clean the entire house from top to bottom.  I want the floors vacuumed and scrubbed. I want the sinks and toilet so clean you can eat off them. I want the shower glass and all the mirrors spotless.  Every surface in the house better sparks. I don’t want to find one speck of dust.”

“If you do a good job I’ll let you kneel on the floor and use lotion to massage my newly manicured feet while I read. If you do a poor job you’ll stand nose against the wall holding up a pair of your dirty panties with your nose for an hour and then you’ll correct your mistakes while I supervise.”

“While I’m gone I want you to think about what you’ve become. So desperate for attention that you’ll do absolutely anything I say just to be my sissy servant while I go out and pamper myself.  This isn’t going to be a one time thing either.  We both know you NEED to be treated this way.  This is a great way for me to have more me time, for your submissive brain to be fed and for us to have a clean home.”  

“Well sissy, tell me what you think”. 

I reply, “Mistress you are absolutely correct. I do need this. The more strict you are with me, the more I am under your spell. I hate to admit it but this, but your cruelty and harshness soothes my soul in a way I can’t describe. I can’t wait for this Saturday to come.  Not because I want to spend the day cleaning, but because I don’t want to do that and you’re making me do it. I want to not only make you proud of my cleaning but my willingness to serve you without question.  My goal is to earn more and more harsh treatment.”

I spend the rest of the week straining in my chastity cage. Sleep is difficult because of all of the thoughts that are running through my head.  Mistress teases me and keeps reminding me of Sissy Saturday. Will mistress actually do this to me? I shudder thinking about the possibilities. It truly is the paradox of the submissive male  

The Cuckold Threat

 It’s been nearly a year since I’ve posted anything. Between running a company and traveling extensively there hasn’t been any D/S in my life in quite some time. It’s only very occasional where I lock myself in chastity, wear my steel cock ring, wear panties or put clothes pins on my nipples.  That being said I had a dream the other night that won’t leave my brain. I wanted to preserve it here as it’s still got me worked up. The dream wasn’t as elaborate as what I’m about to write but I’ve since had time to embellish it.  Here we go.

I dreamt that Mistress and I were in bed having standard missionary type sex. My cock buried deep inside her pussy while I try to get her to cum while keeping myself far enough from the edge to make sure she cums before I do. 

Usually during this time Mistress will say that she knows will push my buttons while twists my nipples, this make it VERY difficult for me to not get too close to the edge of cumming.  In my dream Mistress and I are having our usual hot talk when she says, “I’m going to start reinstating the rules, tasks and requirement I used to have for you”.  I lived for the days when I had a list of expectations that had to be followed so this quickly got my attention.

She continued, “This time however, I am going to ensure that you have real consequences for not meeting my demands”.  Oh my goodness. This is sounding like way more than our normal pillow talk.  She adds “In the past you’d weasel your way out of doing things you didn’t like in the hope of me punishing you in a way you wanted to be punished. This just created extra work for me to meet your kinky desires and didn’t benefit me in any way.”  

Now this has me even closer to the edge. This is some serious talk. I’ve always wanted our kinky life to get pushed past games and take on a more serious and lasting dynamic.  These comments got me nervously closer to the edge. 

Mistress proceeded to pick up her phone and show me a screen with a grid of pictures of men.  “Moving forward, when you don’t meet my expectations or do what you’ve agreed to do, I am going to use this dating app to find a man in whatever location we are in to go out on a date.”  I stop moving my hips. We’ve never talked about an open relationship and I have a hard limit of her seeing other men. 

Mistress then drops the phone and grabs my nipples. She wraps her legs around me and clenches her pussy against my cock that is already close to the edge. She says, “if you agree to my terms I want you to cum now”. My mind is spinning. No, I don’t want this. I want my kink, my way. I can be jealous and insecure. However, the control aspect is incredibly arousing, and to think we’d be moving back to a more Female Led Relationship has my curiosity peaked. 

Before I know it, I realize I’m cumming. I haven’t moved a muscle.  Mistress expertly twists my nipples and uses her pussy to take me over the edge. I start loudly mumbling, “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooo” as I pump loads of cum into Mistress I realize I’m having a ruined orgasm and that my fate is sealed. I argue that my orgasm was a mistake and that I didn’t intend to agree to her terms. She said, “some part of your subconscious wanted you to cum and we both know we need to feed your subconscious little brain what it needs.  Now rule number one is that every time you cum, you need to eat all of your cum. Get to work cleaning me up or I’ll be going on a date tonight.”  Mistress releases her legs from their lock on my hips and I slowly move my face down her body to clean up my disgusting cum.

The dream ended at this point but my lizard brain hasn’t stopped there. I keep thinking about how this would look in reality. I imagine a list of rules. 

1. Clean up your cum every time you cum. 

2. You must initiate sex at least once a week. If I say, no, you will ask for permission to cum. If I say that you may you will proceed to strip and masturbate onto a plate. See rule #1.  

3.  You will go back to wearing feminine attire at night in bed.

4.  You will have my coffee ready to go the night before.

5.  You will get up with the dog every day. 

6.  You will be plugged 7 hours a week.  You decide how the 7 hours work (all at once or an hour a day, etc)

7.  You will do all dishes.

8.  You will request permission for every alcoholic beverage you wish to drink.  Expect to have this heavily controlled.

9.  You will request permission for any snack food you wish. 

10. You will wear panties every non travel day.  You will not wear them when we will see people we know. 

11.  Fingernails and toenails will be polished clear at all times unless another color is assigned.

12. You will wear your collar 24/7

13. You will go into chastity after every orgasm until I release you. I know how much you hate this, but it does get your mind in the right space faster. 

14.  You will address me as Mistress, Goddess, Queen, etc in private.

15.  You will never ask about my dates.

16.  You will drop me off and pick me up from my dates.

17.  You may not sleep when I am on a date. I want you to contemplate your station in life every time I’m out.

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If you’ve made it this far I’d love it if you’d add additional rules that you think should be included. Extra points for rules that benefit Mistress without hitting my kink buttons.  Comments are always appreciated. 

Dildo training

Last night I took a shower before bed. I had used the restroom before and wanted to make sure my butt was clean so I soaped up couple of fingers and worked them inside my asshole about 20-30 times to make sure I was cleaned out.  As I did this I imagined Mistress starting me on a daily ass training session. I’d get a long and not too thick (yet) dildo with a suction cup base in it. Every time I’d take a shower I’d ask Mistress how many strokes I can have. I imagine a minimum number being around 100 stokes (about 2 minutes is all) up to 5 minutes for extra measure. 

I  also imagine having a second one for my mouth. Whenever I get mouthy Mistress would sentence me to several minutes of cock sucking as a way to deal with my attitude. Our shower is small enough I can imagine being forced to suck on one cock while taking another in the ass. Mistress would taunt me by telling me she is breaking me in for the real thing or making me tell her how much I loved cock between my ass and my throat getting impaled. She’d threaten bigger and bigger cocks so that I would be ready when she decided it was time for me to have real cocks. The mindfuck would be amazing. 

Nectar of my Goddess

Lately I’ve been fantasizing a lot about Mistress and her piss.  There is no reason for this as I think piss is disgusting. Or maybe that is the reason. It’s not about her piss, it’s about her doing something so degrading and taboo to me.  We just stayed in a hotel that had a large in-room bath tub. It had a safety handle on the side that would have been perfect to have my ankles tied to so that I couldn’t jump up to save myself from her pungent onslaught. I imagine my hands being tied to my side or behind my back.  I imagined a ring gag or some other way to force my mouth to stay open.  Mistress would either stand or squat over my open mouth and start verbally teasing me.  Asking me how much I wanted this. I’d tell her I didn’t as much as I could through the gag.  She’s ask why my cock was so hard then. She’d tease me about making this a regular occurrence unless I shaped up. Eventually she would release large gushes of urine over my face, stopping several times to prolong my humiliation.  Her smelly piss would go into my nostrils, eyes and ears.  I’d end up drinking about half of her piss and the rest would pool coldly around my body as she closed the tub drain before we started. Mistress would then proceed to get dressed and walk out of the hotel room tell me me she’ll be back when it’s time for her to relieve herself again. “You’re going to be my piss whore for the day or longer if you’re lucky” she’d say as the door slammed behind there.  

I’d sit there in my humiliation, with my hard cock straining, wishing I wasn’t such a submissive slut willing to endure more and more humiliation just to satisfy a very secret part of my soul. 

Mask Mischief

The whole coronavirus mask thing creates conflict in my brain. I don’t like wearing a mask but I understand it’s importance. Where the conflict arises is what happens in my brain. 

When I must do something I don’t want to do, I try to sexualize it in some way. Chores around the house, I sexualize it. Doctor and dentist appointments, I sexualize it. Wearing a mask is no different.  Here are some of the ways I envision turning mask wearing into a sexual event. 

Ball gag under a mask. I imagine wearing one of those neck gaiters so that the back of my head is covered.  It would be interesting to buy something at a store and not be able to converse with the clerk.

Here is another version.  A large penis shaped plug forced into the mouth, taped in and covered.  This one can be scarier since you can make the plug as large as you want.  The sheer terror of someone finding out.

My last fantasy has several variations.  The first it Mistress wearing my mask inside her panties for several hours.  Whenever we go out she pull my mask from her panties and makes me wear it. There would be her musky smell and traces of urine in the mask.  I would be in sub-space in no time.  

Other variation include having to wear my own mask in my pants and wear it so that I have to smell myself.  I also imagine Mistress taking a couple pairs of her dirty underwear and making me put one pair in my mouth and another pair over my nose before putting my mask on over my face.  Again my head would be spinning.  The final variation would be Mistress making me cum inside my mask or cleaning up after sex with my mask and having to wear it for several days.

All of these ideas makes wearing my mask a slightly more  tolerable.  Now if I just had the guts to tell her.  

Panty Thief

Mistress and I are moving soon, into a much smaller space. We’re downsizing quite a bit. One thing we’ve learned is that we have far too many clothes.  We tend to wear no more than 5-10 of any one item, but for some reason have 30, 40, or more of a particular item.

I’ve had to get rid of a lot of my male clothes as well as all of my female clothes that were hanging in the closet.  Things such as dresses, skirts, and blouses.  Things I could wear around the house, but sadly haven’t in some time. Next, I have to tackle my female clothes that are in the dresser. These are panties (far too many), pantyhose, stockings, bras, nighties, and some lounging around attire. I’m going to get rid of the majority of these and just keep a few things of my favorites and Mistress’s favorites.

Mistress has also had to downsize a lot.  She has filled bags and bags of clothes to donate to charity. Every time I see a black trash bag with her clothes in it, I am overcome with a need to investigate. A few weeks ago it was panties and other lingerie that hadn’t been worn in nearly a decade. I browsed through the bag sitting in the garage waiting to be donated. I couldn’t help myself.  I just had to keep a few choice items for myself. Mistress almost caught me during my hunt. I had to pretend I was organizing the trash.  I kept going back to the bag over the next few days, making sure I didn’t miss anything.  Mistress is much smaller than me so I can’t wear many of her clothes unless they are very stretchy. Over the weeks since then I’ll slide into a pair of her recycled underwear.

I have my own panties (lots of them), but there is something taboo about taking a woman’s underwear and sneaking around wearing them that adds some excitement. It reminds me of when I was 15 years old and would go to one of my friend’s homes. He had a very hot older sister and I once stole a couple pair of her panties and wore them when I got back to my house. It was exciting and a turn on. I would fantasize about her catching me stealing her panties and my fantasy had her blackmailing me into being her slave by threatening to tell everyone what I had done.  She would verbally taunt me about being a panty thief and would spank me as punishment.  Stealing Mistress’s panties and sneaking around about it reminds me of that thrill I got way back then.

The reason this is coming up now is that Mistress has another trash bag of her clothes in our upstairs closet. It’s mostly swimsuits but has some other clothes in it. I have been in that bag at least a half dozen times. The first time I quickly squirreled away a half dozen items in case the donation happens too quickly. Since then I’ve gone through the bag, tried in some items (most don’t fit) but got lucky on a few. The other day I wore her too small for me bikini bottoms.  My cock and balls all crushed up. It was exhilarating.  I almost got caught going through the bag the other morning. The fear and excitement of possibly getting caught made my heart skip a beat. A couple items I wish I could keep, but space will be limited so I have to be extremely choosy. As I write this post, I’m dressed in a one-piece swimsuit under my shorts and polo shirt. It’s several sizes too small but I was able to stretch into it. It’s constricting, making me aware of every breath. It feels so forbidden and that turns me on.  I’ll wear it for the next few hours until my morning libido wears off. My mind will be spinning. One side of me is wanting to be caught by Mistress. She’d march me upstairs and make me undress down to the swimsuit. She’d verbally taunt me as she’s tying me down to the bed before using the cane on my swimsuit covered ass. She’d make me promise to never steal one of her items again while I screamed out in pain. She’d taunt me about making me sunbathe in the swimsuit to give me obvious tan lines to humiliate me. She’d threaten to make me buy my own women’s swimsuit to wear.  Just thinking about it makes my confined cock spring to life.

Things Running Through My Mind Almost Daily