A New Chapter Unfolds

We tried pegging with him on top yesterday. It was really awkward at first, hubby had some trouble just getting the dildo inside him. Then he sat there hardly moving. I think he was really self conscious about the whole thing and had no idea what to do. But after a few minutes he seemed to relax and slide around a little more. Then a bit later something must have just clicked.

Wow, what a show.

Sometimes I ask hubby to masturbate for me. A part of the appeal is the power trip: forcing him to do this "dirty" thing in front of me, telling him when to start, and especially when to stop. But I also get to see that transformation as he gets caught in the moment and lost in pleasure.

What I witnessed last night was a hundred times more intense. Watching him ride that dildo was deeply erotic. I loved seeing his cock, still trapped in its cage, bounce around with every movement of his hips. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, and pleasure written across his face. It was beautiful.

My one regret was that I hadn't slipped a bullet vibrator into the harness' pouch. Watching him ride and writhe and grind was incredibly arousing and I couldn't do anything about it without breaking the spell. So I had to wait, but as everyone already knows, I'm not a patient woman.

Hubby didn't have an anal orgasm, but that's ok. I've let go of that goal. There's this "zone" he sometimes gets to, which I think is a better measure of success. Last night he got there quicker and stayed there longer than ever before.

Anyway, I think cowboy position just might be my new favorite. I felt more like a spectator than a participant, but the show was amazing.

 

No, not a peep. He has a very hard time talking about anything anal. It was clear that he enjoyed it immensely, but afterwards I think he was too embarrassed to say anything at all. This morning the most I got was something like "last night was nice".

He's gotten more verbal about other things, but he still has a hangup about anal pleasure. Maybe I should give him a writing assignment!

 

I actually gave hubby the writing assignment. That's a perfect example of my impulsiveness... I write a quick reply mostly as a joke, start thinking it would actually be a good idea, then I'm pushing hubby into it. All in the space of about 15 minutes.

Anyway, I told hubby I wanted him to write down his thoughts about last night while they were still fresh. I insisted he wear a butt plug while doing so to help him get in the right frame of mind. I told him that after he was done he could keep whatever he wrote private if he wished. If he felt like sharing it, however, then I'd love to read it and would reward him appropriately. And if he allowed me to share it online, his reward would be even bigger.

He wasn't enthusiastic about the exercise, but he set to work without complaint. I was thrilled that he let me read the end result, and even more surprised that he consented to posting it. He definitely deserves a very big reward. Here's what he wrote...

I didn't want to be on top. I love it when you peg me. This felt different. You weren't doing it to me, I would have to do it to myself. I couldn't find the right angle. I couldn't relax enough to get it inside. I almost gave up. You were so beautiful laying there, but I had to close my eyes because I didn't want to see you looking at me. Your hands felt nice, though. Very reassuring. I was finally able to relax enough to get the tip in.

Sliding down the rest of the way was difficult mentally, not physically. Maybe it would have been easier if you had unlocked me. Then at least I could have had a nice big erection. I think that first time sliding all the way down was the hardest thing. I don't know the right word for what I was feeling. Maybe emasculated? I know it's silly and I should be more open minded. It shouldn't bother me so much considering everything else we do and enjoy. I'm trying.

I didn't know what to do next. I was embarrassed and didn't know what you expected. I tried moving a little up and down and side to side. Nothing really felt right. It wasn't painful. But it wasn't good either. Just kind of there. I zoned out for a bit, thinking about how great you looked today and what we might do tomorrow. And then I started thinking about the last time you pegged me, and then that sort of blended with what I was feeling right then, which was very good. My body seemed to know what to do. I tried not to think about it too much.

I don't know how to describe it. There's one spot that makes me feel like I'm about to cum. I don't. But it feels good in that same way. I love it when you hit that spot. I was able to hit it over and over again. So much that I needed a break after a while.

When I lifted up and it was barely inside me, there was a completely different feeling. I'm not great with words. Hungry is the best I can come up with. Sliding back down was then very satisfying. Up and down felt very, very good. Did you know you were moaning while I did that? It was soft, and I don't know what triggered it, but the sound was wonderful. It changed my perspective. YOU were inside me, not IT was inside me.

I'm not sure what else to say. I'm embarrassed to admit how incredible it all felt. I'm afraid you'll want to do it again. But I also want to do it again. I know that doesn't make sense.

 

Yes, that may have been a factor. It really excites hubby, which then makes me feel very sexy.

Your adventure was deliciously wicked. Such a wonderful mind game!

 

Hmm, I wonder if hubby feels the same way. We had gravitated towards missionary and spooning because I liked those the best and hubby hasn't expressed his own preferences. Maybe I'll try from behind next time and see how he reacts.

 

Hubby created an account: LockedForMsPamela. He came up with the name himself, and I of course think it's perfect. Browsing the site might help him a lot, especially hearing from other men that are drawn to chastity. Maybe he'll even post some of his own thoughts, which would be wonderful.

He's been reading through my journal. He didn't realize that I had told Jen about pegging. That really caught him off guard, and I apologized profusely. He would have been mortified had I told her about recycling, so I dodged a bullet there (extra big thank you to Sarah2023 and NowIveDoneIt for helping me realize how big a deal that would be).

He hasn't read it all, and I'm sure there will be a few more bumps along the way. But I'm so happy!

He even started his own journal, For My Wife. Isn't that lovely?

 

Hubby cracked me up with "erotica whiplash". And to spare him such pain in the future, I took a stab at writing a little story. I'm used to chronicling things that have just happened... making stuff up is way harder. But here it is...

https://www.chastitymansion.com/forums/index.php?threads/a-morning-run.53551/

 

Here's another story...

https://www.chastitymansion.com/forums/index.php?threads/ten-strokes.53560/

Should I continue to post links to stories here? Seems redundant... anyone that is following me will discover the stories anyway, right?

 

I'm glad hubby suggested I write some fiction. It's been very energizing. I know that's partly because it's a new-ish thing for me to throw myself into, and some of that excitement will wear off over time. But it's fun to enjoy the moment!

A couple weeks ago I found out that hubby really liked "serving" me while I was posting. That was a lot of fun on its own, but it works even better with these stories. While I work on the rough drafts, hubby worships me to provide inspiration. Foot worship works best. Ass worship and pussy worship are also delightful, though they can get me a little too "inspired" and I forget about the writing. Hubby loves it - not only the worship itself, but the fact that he's had a hand in the final result.

I'm almost finished with the third story: a continuation of Chloe and Andrew's adventure. After that I'm not sure. I had a couple false starts that didn't take root, and no other ideas have really jumped out at me.

 

There are a couple different questions there: who I'm writing for, and what I'd like to try.

First and foremost I'm writing stories that appeal to me, and/or that I hope appeal to hubby. I don't have any other audience in mind. So I'm unlikely to write a story that involves cross dressing, for example, simply because it's not something either of us are interested in.

So far the stories have landed really close to home, probably because it's easier to write what you know. But even so, that doesn't mean I want to try that exact scenario. It was fun to spend some time thinking like Mistress Grace, but I'd never be that strict for real.

Fantasies are weird. Some are best left as fantasy, either because they would never be as fun as imagined, or real life would make them impractical. At this point, hubby and I have already tried everything that I actually want to try. I still have some wilder fantasies, but they are things that are exciting to imagine, not things I'd want to actually do. I plan to explore those in some stories, but so far those ideas have led to the false starts I mentioned.

The clearest example is anything involving other people. I have several fantasies that involve a third person, a few with even larger groups. I'll probably write some stories like that. But it doesn't mean that I actually want to find another man or woman to join hubby and I.

 

I posted Part 2 and Chloe and Andrew's story. Enjoy!

https://www.chastitymansion.com/forums/index.php?threads/chloe-and-andrew-part-2.53576/

 

Hubby wanted to talk about the "Jennifer thing". I've been so distracted with writing stories that it took me a moment to register what he was talking about. He took a deep breath and said he'd go along with whatever I wanted. He didn't know what to expect, but he trusted me and he'd use our safe word if I pushed too far. I double checked that we were really talking about the same thing: Jen joining us while he was my servant, possibly a naked servant. He said it all seemed crazy to him, but if I wanted him to be naked, then he'd be naked.

I was shocked, to say the least. I had been thinking along the lines of sharing a photo at some point in the distant future. And suddenly we jumped several steps ahead. It was only later, after reading his recent journal post, that it started to make sense.

So now the ball is in my court, so to speak. I'm excited. I'm also a little nervous. I don't really know what Jen expects, nor what I do for that matter. Hubby is the careful one, but with him saying "whatever", we've lost our designated driver. I'm going to sleep on it (hubby taught me that!), and probably call Jen tomorrow morning.