Female Led Relationships

On any occasion……when slave is permitted to release sperm into Goddess or anywhere else slave must immediately, without prompting or question forthwith clean away all such sperm using his mouth, swallowing the sperm in order to remove it.

If Goddess ever needs to ask slave to lick up his sperm, or clean sperm away using any other means then slave will not have acted with perfection in this matter and will be liable for punishment.

I am not at all sure why Goddess has not enforced this rule on the last two occasions She has permitted me to come. To be honest, I don’t enjoy eating my spunk out of Her, but that’s not the point. Her rules say that I should. And when She does not enforce the rules, then I wonder whether the rule has ceased applying or not. But one day, if I don’t follow the rules then I will attract punishment I wish to avoid.

I am concerned that if I question Goddess on this, and ask whether or not She wishes this rule to continue to apply, then She will choose to punish me for not having cleaned Her out on those last two occasions. I am already due to roll the dice today, and I don’t want to have to roll it twice.

I can’t decide what to do – just accept that I did not eat Her clean on those occasions and have not been punished for doing so, or ask Goddess for clarification on the rules…It’s all a bit strange. I don’t want to eat my cum, but I do want to serve Goddess in any and all ways She chooses, and I want to avoid any punishment.

Last night, Friday, I got home in time to present myself. Mum was here as usual and so Goddess did not make me roll the dice and I just got my six discipline strokes, which She applied unusually hard.

This morning Goddess’ cock was hard cuddling up against Her and Goddess allowed me to rub it into Her butt, and even let me insert it into Her. However I was not permitted to cum. Perhaps She has something planned for tonight, or just chose not to let me cum.

Last weekend Goddess chose not to make me do any of the humiliating things She made me suggest to Her. I guess I was lucky – apart from the one that I rolled on the dice for arguing with Her. But She’ll have those humiliating things on Her ‘phone from when I texted them to Her, so who knows when She’ll choose to pull them out of Her hat.

By LoveMyWife

A Simple Solution 2

I had gotten home before my wife and got started on dinner. I knew she would only be minutes behind me.
Moments later the phone rang, she was calling from her cell.
We talked about dinner and our work day and then she said, “why don’t you get undressed and get out the glass, we’ll get the second dose out of the way when I come in. Oh, and could you make me a martini, I could use a drink”
It’s not like I had forgotten about my first “dose”, that morning, but I wasn’t expecting this to be a “cum on demand” event.
“You want me naked when you get home?” I asked incredulously.
“Yea, I do, and the glass on the counter, that’s right.”
I paused for a moment to digest her matter of fact tone. “Oh, OK…see you in a few minutes.”
“OK, I’ll be right there.”
I hung up and looked at the dish drain next to the sink. The glass she used this morning was still there. I reached for it and placed it on the counter, my cock twitched and I flushed remembering the start of our day. I started to undress, folding my clothing on a chair in the corner. By the time I was naked, I was three quarters hard and I hadn’t touched myself.
How could the embarrassment of being naked, jerked off and made to swallow my own sperm excite me? I couldn’t deny to myself or to my wife I actually knew the answer. It was the submissiveness of it. It was being naked while she was dress. It was the kinkiness and nastiness of having my wife of many years, the woman I love feed me my cum. It was embarrassing and humiliating and thinking about it made me very hard. I never should have told her of my cum eating fantasy and how I could never bring myself to do it and I needed her to make me. Or should I have?
As I heard her car pull into the garage and I looked down at my naked body and shaved cock and wondered, with embarrassment, how I should greet her. I decided I had to be proactive, so I walked to the door leading to the garage and opened it, staying inside the house but clearly visible to her as she got out of her car and opened the trunk to retrieve groceries. She looked up, smiled and shook her head.
“Come here and give me a hand.”
Our garage faces the side of the house with only one neighbor on that side, but still!
She glanced toward our neighbor home, “I don’t think they are home but hit the garage door closer and come here and help”
As the door was closing I walked out into the garage and to the back of her car, my cock bouncing and swinging lewdly, a string of pre-come hanging from the tip. She handing me two bags, one for each hand, closed the truck and wiped the pre-cum from my cock with a finger and held her finger in front of my face. I licked it clean. She pushed my cock up against my stomach, pressed her pelvis into me, pushing my butt against her car and kissed me, slowly running her tongue around my lips. I moaned.
“It didn’t take long for you to get in a state did it?” she said with a smile stepping back and looking down.
“You must really enjoy eating cum, huh?”
”It’s that and everything else” I said with some embarrassment.
“I know” she said. And she did.
I followed her into the house and placed the bags on the counter, next to the glass.
“I didn’t have time to make your martini, I’ll do that now”.
As she put the groceries away, I made her a drink and we chatted about things, nothing important, just husband and wife stuff. I liked the oddness of it, knowing what was coming, so to speak. After ten minutes or so, she picked up the glass and asked me, “do you want to do this now or after dinner?”
She had changed the dynamic. She wasn’t so much telling me I would be eating my sperm, she was asking me when I wanted to eat my cum. I wasn’t sure she was aware of the subtle shift, but by the smile on her face, she apparently was. My cock twitched.
“Now I think”, I said.
“Honey, you know that “now” is not an answer to the question. Tell me what you want to do.”
Check. My humiliation was almost complete, and would be by my next reply.
I was standing naked, shaved and hard in a room with my wife in business suit sipping a martini with one hand and holding an empty glass in the other. My skin flushed with embarrassment and my heartbeat picked up. I now had to ask her to make me eat cum.
I looked at her and squeaked out my request. “I think I would like to cum now and have you feed me my cum before dinner.”
“Well if that is what YOU want, come over here and lean against the counter and spread your legs”
Checkmate

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When we went up to bed at midnight we both got ready and I walked naked back to the bathroom where Goddess was still brushing Her teach and asked, in accordance with my standing instructions, whether I should present myself.

Goddess thought about it and ermed and ahh’d, and then said “No. I’m a bit tired. But you can get them tomorrow along with tomorrow’s strokes. So tomorrow you will get twelve. OK?”

“Thank You Goddess.” I responded, and went back to bed to wait for her. My mind was spinning. How wicked is She? To think about it and arbitrarily decide to double my strokes the next day, simply because it gave Her pleasure. No wonder I love and serve Her.

When Goddess came into bed She reached behind Her for Her cock, and held it tightly in Her fist, which felt absolutely wonderful. Her cock was rock hard at the fear of getting twelve strokes the next day, and because I have not had an orgasm for around a week now.

Goddess squeezed Her cock briefly, and instructed me to go down and eat Her. I did so, and lapped at Her diligently. As is often Her style, Goddess allowed Herself to the edge, and did not let Herself orgasm, so that She could prolong Her pleasure. I delighted in this, and enjoyed giving it to Her, licking away and occasionally drinking up the juices She produced.

After a while Goddess instructed me to put Her cock in, and I rose to mount Her, sliding my rod in, before pumping gently in and out of Her.

I paced myself slowly, not wanting to reach the point of no return any sooner than I must. Goddess pushed my body a few inches away and reached out to pinch my nipples firmly as She likes to do. As Her fingers bit into my nipples the delight of experiencing Goddess’ pinch and Her love tunnel was more than I could bear and I soon felt myself drawing close to orgasm.

“I am close to cumming,” I informed Goddess, as I gently stroked in and out.

“OK,” She said. “Then you must stop. Go back down on me.” And She pushed me off Her and I returned to eagerly lapping at Her lovely pussy, now engorged by our love making. I lathered Her groin with my tongue, one finger in Her pussy as Goddess likes, and ultimately brought Her to wonderful orgasm, drinking all Her juices as She did so.

Goddess lifted Her leg over my head and away, and I guessed that it looked like I was not going to get to cum this evening. Sure enough, She instructed me to go and unlock the door, which I did before returning to spoon close in behind Her in bed.

“This is the way it will be,” explained Goddess. “You will not be allowed to cum again until you have received your strokes for not being submissive enough in front of Amanda.”

My cock jerked even harder against her butt as I lay next to Her. The excitement was overbearing. Not only had She awarded me an extra six strokes for the next day, but now She was demanding that I be more submissive in front of other ladies in future, and She was controlling and delaying my orgasms, and insisting on giving me my punishment due, all in one evening. My love at Her domination overflowed.

“Thank You, Goddess.” I said. “I think I am better now, and that you can give me the punishment I am due any time You choose.” I did not say this simply because I want to orgasm – I am in fact much recovered, and there is little or no excuse not to face the music.

Goddess agreed that this was fine, and declared that I would receive my punishment the next day – Friday, today. I thanked Her. But She then worked out that my mother would be here.

“No.” She said. “You can’t get it tomorrow, because your mother will be here and she will hear.”

I agreed with Goddess, but pointed out that if She wanted, She could always create a new rule where if I made any noise after a stroke, then that stroke would not count and I would have to receive it again. This, I observed, would ensure that I remained silent throughout my punishment.

Goddess agreed that that was possible, but said that She would be hitting me so hard that my mother would hear the sound of the strokes landing on me, and that was not good.

“You are going to hit me so hard that she would hear the strokes?” I confirmed.

“Yes. I will hit you so hard that she will hear the noise of the strokes landing” She replied. “So you will have to wait until Saturday to receive your punishment.”

My cock twitched again. My bad day was getting worse, or my good day better, depends on perspective I guess. I’m really not sure. Those would have to be some mighty hard strokes for my mother to actually hear them smacking in to me from downstairs. ‘My goodness!’ I thought.

Goddess and I have arranged to meet later today to go and look at schools for the kids – we’re thinking of moving them. I had an idea.

“Thank You Goddess,” I said, accepting Her decision that I should wait until Saturday. “But You are due to come home tomorrow afternoon to pick me up to go to the school. If You really wanted to whack me hard, then You could give me my strokes then, when we have the house to ourselves.”

To be honest, I have long worked to try and achieve this. Goddess and I are both relatively free Friday afternoons, and the kids are not home. In my search for increasing subservience I have thought for some time that if Goddess could use this time to apply punishment, then She would not be constrained by the fear of waking sleeping children, mothers downstairs or anything else. She could strike me as hard as She wants, and there would be no one to hear the noise. I figure that if She does this, then She will actually rip my butt to shreds, and the pain would cause me to fear punishment so much that my submission to Her, and thus Her dominance of me, would be all the stronger for it.

Goddess accepted that this may be a good idea, and that if She can get away from work early enough, then She would come home for 2 o’clock this afternoon, give me my punishment for 15 minutes, and then we would go together to visit the school.

I am a little alarmed at the thought. If She makes it here by 2 o’clock, 15 minutes does not allow very long for the strokes I am due. If I roll the apparently inevitable five then that will be 12 strokes for discipline, plus 25 for punishment – 37 in all. Over a 15 minute period this would require fairly ruthless, constant application of the steel cane – and I know Goddess can apply it ruthlessly when She chooses to. The thought that She might simply give me 37 strokes, full strength, none stop, and not have anyone in the house to worry about hearing, is really quite frightening. But the fact that She plans to do so, specifically to ensure that I am more submissive in front of Her friends is the most exciting and rewarding aspect. I may yet achieve near perfect slavery. I will let you know if She makes it home in time today. I look forward to suffering Her punishment, and to performing better for Her in future as a result.

If I don’t get my punishment today I shall suffer it tomorrow, and probably ‘just’ get the twelve discipline strokes today.

The slave shall notify the Goddess immediately or as soon as possible in the case he has an erection. Such notice shall include, without prompting, the full reasons for the slave’s erection.)

I explained that I had been too sick and busy to even get a hard on. Goddess said She was not sure She believed me, but would give me the benefit of the doubt, so I have escaped that one.

In one of his writings Estragon talks about how much deeper into submission a man can be drawn by his Goddess when She dominates him in front of other women. (I can’t remember the exact story, but they are all a spanking good read, and recommend them all to anyone who has not read them).

I am fascinated by the concept of making my submission to Goddess clear to any and all females we encounter. The idea of presenting myself in public as a slave to my Goddess is one that makes my cock rock hard. But this is countered by a natural (?) reluctance to stick myself out as openly submissive in public. So when push comes to shove, and we are in the company of one or more other females, whilst I do not dominate, I have never actually applied the rule above to the full. To be fair, I have had little opportunity to do so.

On these occasions Goddess is always very clear to insist I serve Her. I must put Her food on Her plate and take it to Her, prepare and bring Her a hot water bottle, clear away the dirty plates, make tea after we have eaten, bring Her Her nail things if She requires them – whatever Goddess requires I provide. Goddess does not Herself lift a finger or get off Her chair the whole evening. My mother has now come to accept this as the norm in our house, and I detect that Goddess gets great pleasure from presenting Her dominance and my submission to her in this way.

But to date I have failed to clearly communicate our Femdom Supremacy relationship to other females, and I fear the consequences once Goddess has punished me for failing to communicate this to Amanda last Saturday. I am excited and hugely turned on by the thought of having to make this clearer to all other females in the future, but am at the same time reluctant to do so properly. This illustrates quite clearly to me the need for Goddess to provide regular and extremely painful and thus effective discipline and punishment – to ensure that I do not allow my shyness and fear of humiliation to affect the way in which I interpret the rules and serve Her.

Rule 3 – Evidence of submission and service to Females and others appointed by the Goddess

The slave shall serve all guests and ask Goddess if unsure about serving any guest.

The slave shall particularly serve all Females over the age of 12 years, making his submission and Goddess’ dominance obvious to all Females. For the avoidance of doubt, for slave to have followed this rule to perfection, Females must be quite clear that slave is the submissive and Goddess the dominant.

This principal of evidence of submission shall apply equally to Female family members as well as non family members.

If slave and Goddess ever interact with any Female other than in the briefest passing, and slave fails to communicate the Femdom Supremacy relationship, slave shall not be deemed to have attained perfection and shall be liable for punishment.

I asked Goddess about this this morning, seeking Her advice. I explained that I did not think that I had communicated my submission to Her during our outing with Amanda last Saturday. She had not reprimanded or punished me, and now I was confused as to whether or not She required me to apply this rule as stated.

I raised this matter with Goddess cautiously. I do not want to be telling Her what to do or how to interpret the rules. She once determined that I had done that and thrashed me soundly for doing so. But on the other hand, I did not, and do not, want to be communicating my submission to Goddess’ friends in any clear way if She does not want me to.

Goddess explained that it was not up to me to interpret or question the rules. The rules were there and should be followed, always and without fail. She said that She had noticed that I had not communicated my submission to Amanda, and that She had determined that I should be punished for this. However, we had been too busy on Sunday with me preparing to go away. She explained that she did not punish me for this last night as I was not well, but that once I had recovered She would be punishing me for failing to clearly show my submission and Her dominance. So in due course I am to roll the dice.

Goddess also pointed out that I had not reported any hard ons while I was away, as I should have done, and asked why.

Driving back home yesterday, after a few days of not being dominated by Goddess, I found myself wondering what our relationship would be like. Did She still want me to serve Her as a slave? She had not dominated me by text while I was away, so perhaps not.

I got home at around 6.30 and it was great to see Goddess and the girls again. The kids were having their dinner, and I noticed the sink was completely full of dirty dishes from their dinner, and the dishwasher still full of the day’s wash. Clearly, Goddess had left it all for me to deal with. I deduced I was still Her slave.

I still had a bit of a cold, and told Goddess how bad I had been feeling, but after we put the kids to bed, I presented myself in the usual way, thinking that Goddess might forgive me of my discipline strokes due to my illness, but She did not.

She gave me six hard stokes of the steel cane, commenting that my butt had not seen anything for a few days. They really hurt quite a bit.

When She had finished giving me the six, She stood their with the steel cane in Her hand, and said “I am going to give you one more, hard, punishment stroke, just to remind you how hard punishment strokes are, so that you remember to be good.” And She brought the steel cane crashing down. So that confirmed matters - I am back where I belong - under Her.

Last Saturday night Goddess and I went out for a drink with Amanda, one of Her girl friends, a sexy young lady that Goddess works and is quite friendly with. We went to the pub for a few drinks, and then to the table dancing club. Everybody got quite tipsy and a good time was had by all. Whilst I was the perfect gentleman all evening, paying for wine and champagne and taking care of the ladies, I did not actually communicate my submission to Amanda.