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Gestern Abend haben John und ich A und M getroffen. Wir waren in einer Bar und haben geredet. Etwas von uns entfernt saßen zwei Männer und John hat mitbekommen, dass ich einen immer wieder angesehen habe. Er trug einen hellgrauen Anzug, dazu ein weißes Hemd, eine violette Krawatte und Manschettenknöpfe. Eigentlich war er nicht mein Typ, aber ich stehe auf Männer in Anzügen oder Uniformen. Als A und M sich verabschiedet hatten, sind John und ich noch geblieben und er hat noch etwas zu trinken für uns bestellt. Er sagte, dass er sieht, dass ich den Mann immer wieder ansehe, und ob er mir gefällt. Ich habe ja gesagt. Manche Schwule behaupten, dass sie es anderen ansehen können, ob sie auch schwul sind, aber ich kann das nicht. Es ist darum einfacher, wenn man an Orten verkehrt, wo man weiß, dass die anderen auch alle schwul sind wie eine Gaysauna. John hat den Mann gemustert und gesagt, er wäre einem Blowjob nicht abgeneigt. Ich habe gelacht und gesagt, dass er spinnt, aber er hat darauf bestanden. Ich sagte nochmal, dass er das nicht wissen kann, aber er sagte nur “Go and find out”. Ich wusste, dass er es ernst meint, aber ich wusste nicht, was ich machen soll. Ich mag es nicht gern, wenn ich nicht weiß, wie der andere auf mich reagieren wird, weil es ja auch Männer gibt, die sich angegriffen fühlen, wenn ein Mann sie anspricht. Wir sassen noch eine Zeit da und dann ging der Mann auf die Toilette und sein Begleiter blieb sitzen. “Jetzt!” sagte John und gab mir einen Klaps. Es hat sich angefühlt wie in einem Traum und ich habe etwas dissoziiert, aber ich bin auch auf die Toilette gegangen. Der Mann stand am Pissoir, ich habe mich neben ihn gestellt. Ich bin nicht gut, andere anzusprechen, aber aus der Zeit auf der Strasse kann ich Augenkontakt. Es geht immer sehr schnell, wenn der andere will, oder es geht gar nicht. Gestern ging es sehr schnell. Wir sind in eine der Kabinen gegangen. Er sagte, er hat nicht viel Zeit, und ich gab ihm das Gummi, das ich immer in der Geldbörse habe. Ich habe gedacht, dass es mir nicht gut tut, wenn ich das mache, aber es war wie Auto fahren. Ich habe das nicht verlernt und ich fand es geil. Als er gekommen war, gingen wir aus der Kabine, er wusch sich die Hände und ging raus. Genau da kam John rein. Er grinste mich an und fragte, ob es geschmeckt hat. Ich musste lachen. Wir hatten Sex in der Kabine und ich habe mich gut und berauscht gefühlt. Auf dem Weg nach Hause habe ich ihn gefragt, ob er den Mann kannte und ob es abgesprochen war, aber er kannte ihn nicht.

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Another Way Of Eating

Because it all went a little bit too well with my new diet, Love decided to add on to it to make it more annoying for me. Yesterday I had prepared some pasta with olive oil, garlic and parsley and a salad for dinner and John brought a fresh bread with him, when he came home from work. All seemed to be quite normal, but when he sat down, Love took away the cutlery. I looked at him and he softly said “fold your hands behind your back, then you may eat”. I was like “what?”, but he only smiled. “I need a fork, I dunno….”. He kept smiling. “Look, either you’ll eat your dinner that way or, if you choose to deny it, I’ll have to stuff you later on. Your decision”. He began to eat.

Stuff me? Sure, we had talked about it. There’s a stuffing-fetish I had never heared about before, but two weeks ago I came upon a tumblr site run by a guy who likes to stuff himself, but is looking for someone to do it. Stuffing consists of feeding your “feedee” with food that’s high in volume such as bread oder mashed potatoes, but it also can constist of food that’s high in calories so that the feedee is forced to gain weight. It made me horny in a strange way, but I had thought I had managed to keep my thoughts to myself, but of course John had looked that through. It’s one of the worst things I can imagine, but yet one of the kinkiest. I don’t know if I want it. I fear it.

So I lowered my head over the bowl and began to eat. My hair fell forward, but when I wanted to grab it, John reminded me to fold my hands behind my back. “But my hair?”. “Guess it’ll get dirty”, he smiled. “Just try not to eat it instead”. Uhm, ok. It was gross. I really tried to eat that way I would not smear myself, but it didn’t work well. The pasta was quite easy to eat, when I reached for it with my tongue, but Love insisted I eat the salad and the bread, too. I had it all over my mouth, my nose and chin and was not allowed to wipe me clean. It was that moment when Master prohibited me to clean myself that I became aware of my horniness. I don’t know why but it turned me on not being allowed to eat properly. Guess it might be because of my father.

John examined my dish and told me to lick it clean. I did and felt even hornier. He smiled. “You liked it, huh?”. I nodded and he smiled. “Guess what? We’re having dessert!”. He put a slice of mango in another wide bowl which perfectly adhered to the bottom and covered it with almond milk and soy whipped cream. There was no chance eating it without ruining the rest of my face. The milk came up my nose, it splattered my chin and wet my shirt. Love came to my side and began rubbing my cock through the trousers while I had my face in the bowl. It was odd, but I was so aroused I came instantly. It was very intense. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it.

When I finished dessert, John told me to take off my boxers and had me lick them “clean”, which actually means I replaced sperm by milk. Again I got a hard-on. I was completely helpless and did not know why it turned me on that much. Love whispered to me while he fucked me hard and I was out of myself. I had always hated to be called animal names, but yesterday it totally freaked me out when he said I’m a pig. But moreover he advised me to eat all my meals for the next three days that way. And I am allowed to masturbate afterwards. Ugh.

I really don’t know what’s happening, but I have not been that aroused for a very long time, which is quite a surprise because I get easily turned on. Ugh.

Veränderungen mit Lord Shiva

Ich habe schon lange nichts mehr über Lord Shiva geschrieben, aber ich weiß selbst nicht wieso. Ich mache für ihn noch immer Puja, aber es hat sich verändert. Ich bin mir sicherer geworden und ich glaube auch nicht mehr, dass er von mir denken könnte, dass ich ein Taugenichts bin, weil ich nicht mit dem hinduistischen Glauben aufgewachsen bin und mir alles selber beibringen muss. Lord Shiva ist zu mir sehr freundlich und er ist geduldig und trotzdem fordert er Sachen von mir, wenn er sie wirklich will. Ein Thema, das immer wieder kommt, ist Ekstase. Lord Shiva ist ja auch der Gott des Ekstase und er tanzt die Welt in das Leben und dann zerstört er sie wieder. Mir fällt es sehr schwer, in Ekstase zu kommen, weil ich versuche, sehr kontrolliert zu sein. Ich habe immer Angst, dass ich in der Ekstase alle Kontrolle verliere, und dass dann schlimme Dinge passieren. Ich weiß auch nicht welche, aber die Angst ist einfach da. Beim Sex kann ich noch am ehesten in Ekstase kommen, weil ich es gewohnt bin, John die Kontrolle zu überlassen. John sagt, ich kann mich auch daran gewöhnen, Lord Shiva die Kontrolle zu überlassen. Ich glaube, es stimmt, aber es braucht Übung und Vertrauen. Vor allem Vertrauen, denke ich.

W und ich treffen uns jetzt regelmäßig und machen gemeinsam Puja. Ich war erstaunt, dass Hinduismus und Voodoo ganz gut passen, weil es sich immer gut anfühlt, wenn wir gemeinsam mit unseren Göttern reden, für sie singen und räuchern oder Feuer machen und ihnen opfern. Ich habe viel von W gelernt. Er ist schon immer mit Voodoo aufgewachsen und es war ganz normal für ihn, und er ist ganz natürlich im Umgang mit seinen Göttern. Er sagt, dass Jesus zum Beispiel gerne Reis mag, und Lord Shiva mag es auch, vor allem süß und mit Karotten und Rosinen drin. W hat mir gezeigt, wie man Kräuter und Blüten miteinander mischen kann, damit man eigenes Räucherwerk hat, und wenn wir uns treffen, bringt er seine Sachen mit und ermuntert mich, einfach das zu mischen, was mir einfällt. Manchmal riecht es komisch, aber dann erklärt mir W, was ich besser machen kann.

W arbeitet auch mit Siegeln und Zeichen und ich habe mir ein Zeichen für Lord Shiva ausgedacht. Ich hatte Angst, dass es blasphemisch ist, aber es scheint gut zu sein. Ich habe es auf ein Stück Holz gemalt und es liegt entweder auf der Fensterbank bei den anderen Sachen oder ich nehme es mit, wenn W und ich uns treffen. Ich habe mir auch eine kleine Bronzestatue von Lord Shiva gekauft. Sie ist nur ein paar Zentimeter hoch und ich verwahre sie in einem Beutel oder sie steht auf dem Fensterbrett.

Ich habe versucht, besser zu meditieren, aber ich schaffe es nicht. Ich habe Angst vor dem Fallen, und manchmal wird mir schwindelig, wenn ich die Augen zu mache und mich konzentriere. Dann bin ich direkt wieder raus. W sagt, ich kann auch anders meditieren, vielleicht mit Singen oder beim Räuchern, wobei mir das noch nie passiert ist. Ich glaube, es ist gut, dass Lord Shiva mit mir ist, weil er mir viel Stabilität gibt. Er ist ganz anders als ich und es tut mir gut, mit ihm Kontakt zu haben.

Cumming Again

This morning when Love and I sat at the table, he had a little surprise for me. “It’s a nice day. What do you think about cumming today?”. Of course I was pleased and of course it was not ment that pleasurable. After we had a walk in the woods (no hiking, only walking hand in hand and enjoying ourselves, talking) and a cup of tea, John told me to undress and go to bed. He followed me and came to my side. “Masturbate”, he demanded, and I did. It did not take long to have me there. “May I cum, Sir?”. “Yes, you may.” I did and it was splendid. I let my hand rest on my breast, but Sir said “Go ahead”. Uhm, ok. So I got my hand back to my cock and went on, and it was very intense at that point of time. This time it took longer, but again I felt like I wanted to cum. May I cum, Sir?”. “Come for me, son”. I did. It was not as intense and fulfilling as the first orgasm, but I enjoyed it anyway. But I began to feel a bit weak. Usually I’m only allowed to cum once, if at all. Again I wanted to pause, but John insisted: “Go ahead”. Ugh!

“Uhm, Sir, it might help if you would be so kind to…uhm, touch me a bit?”. He just smiled, but did nothing, so I went on masturbating. This time it was beginning to be annoying and a bit itchy and I had run out off kinky thoughts that may have helped to increase my horniness. No surprise it took long, perhaps 20 minutes, but I reached the summit. “May I cum again, Sir?”. “Yes, go on”. The consistency changed from milk to a sort of watery milk. It was very intense, almost a bit painful. This time I did not wait for him to tell me to go on, I just did. Love only smiled. In the meantime I had gotten very hot and was sweating. My shirt stuck to my skin and I was panting like a dog in the sunshine. “Uhm, Sir, I don’t know if I can do it -

He interrupted me. “Of course you can do it. You will do it, right?”. Sure, right. My arm began to hurt, so I changed to the left hand. Masturbating with the wrong hand doesn’t make cumming any easier, but I just continued. “Are you enjoying it?” he asked. “Uhm, well, to be honest…It is…very demanding, Sir, and I would appreciate it if you could just-

“Don’t even think about it, son. Go on.” I did. It took an eternity to cum and this time it was that intense that it really hurt. I was only able to give a poor amount of quite clear water. “Mh, looks like you’re having more of a cunt than a cock, boy”. “Yes, Sir”. “I’ve got a pretty little something for ya, cuntboy”. I don’t know where he had hidden that lace panty he was fantasizing about the last week, but suddely it was there. A white panty for woman. For sexy women, I guess, although I’m resistent to them. He did not have to say any more, I pulled it over and tried not to ruin it at the very same moment with all the sperm on my belly, but Love took care for the panty to get dirty all the way. “Mh, nice, son. Looks like you have ruined your panties”. “Yes, Sir. Please excuse me, Sir”. “Oh, no need for excuses. I know you can’t to any other, can you, cunt?”. “No, Sir”. “See? Now go ahead”.

I pulled the panty only a bit down, so that I could reach for my cock. It was very sensitive and did not want to cum again. It took me quite a while to get a stiffy, although I was turned on my that panty and John’s words. I managed to get to edge. “May I cum, Sir?” He did not reply. “Sir, may I plase cum?” Again the did not answer, so that I took off my hand in order not to cum without permission. He clicked his tongue when he saw my cock pulsing. “Such I pitty, you missed the moment”. “Yes, Sir”. “Sorry ’bout that, I was deep in thought. Go on”. Ugh! Yeah, deep in thought how to get me done. I began masturbating again, with my cock already feeling a bit sore. It took forever to get me on the edge again. “May – I – cum – please, Sir?”, I pranted. “Hmmm…I don’t know….”. Ugh! I reduced my movements, but kept on. “Sir, please, would you give me permission to cum again? To uhm, to show my apprecitation of that panty?” He laughed. “Oh, you’re good. So, ok, cum again”. I did and it was really painful, but very kinky at the same time. It was only clear water and it did not squirt out, but dribbled a bit, down on the pants. “Mh, nice”, Love said. “You may pause now”. Pause? Ugh!

He lay beside me, kissed me and let me rest in his arms. I was so done, I almost fell asleep. I noticed he crawled deeper and opened my eyes. He was examintaing the mess I made and my limp cock. When he touched me, I felt like someone had put on the lights. “I told you, I’d suck you off if you wore panties”, he murmured, and suddenly I felt like crying. That was what I had wished for for so long now. “Sir, do you mind doing it another day, when I’m not so…done?”. He smiled. “Yeah, I do mind”. Of course. When he pulled down the panty a bit to welcome my sore cock with his warm and soft mouth, I really shed tears.

Thank you, Love. I’m proud to still wear that panty.

Diet

Besides the sexual part of our BDSM-relationship, there’s a part John and I both like very much. From time to time Love comes up with ideas how to make my everyday life a bit more annoying and pleasurable at the same time by introducing new rules or events like the list I had to fulfill during July. For August, John had something very special up his sleeve: a certain diet I have to follow. Everything connected with food is not so easy to handle for me. As I have already written, my father put me on a strange diet. I was not to eat regularly which led to the fact that I stuffed myself with whatever I could find, even garbage, grass and so on. It was a long way for me to develop a more healthy way of eating and digesting. He also made me believe that I’m fat and therefore ugly, which was and still is a lie. I’m wearing clothes at sizes S to L. When my life turned better after my father’s death I had to establish new eating habits which inculded knowing I always had enough food handy and learning about what my body really needed and could digest. Nowadays, I still have some strange cravings, but I can deal with them. John was always very accepting and supported me where he could. On the weekends and in his holidays he likes to cook for us. He encouraged me to get into cooking and my friends W and S helped me as well by providing my with easy recipes for the start. Today, I really enjoy cooking and eating (most times), but the thought of me as being too fat still lingers.

From time to time I get the craze I should adapt my eating habits and try out new diets such as low carb high protein or such. When I start such a diet I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help it. Usually John accepts it, as long as I prepare his food the regular way, but he intervenes when I get to obsessed. On the last weekend I told him I was willing to start a new diet to lose a bit weight. He watched me bewildered when I ate only three carrots and a glass of sauerkraut juice for lunch. When I wanted to eat an apple and a small bowl of salad (no dressing) in the evening, he simple forbid me to eat it. Instead, he invited me to a restaurant and made me eat at least two dishes and drink lemonade. I felt strange afterwards. A bit guilty, but somehow fine. Love did not speak to me on our way home, but when we arrived and had settled onto our couch, he told me that he thinks I should follow a certain diet during August. Instead of losing weight I am supposed to gain at least 3 kilos. Here are the rules:

  1. Five meals per day. No exceptions.
  2. Every meal must contain a bit of every nutritive substance such as carbs, sugars, fat, protein and so on and fill at least a small salad bowl (contains about 200 ml).
  3. Focus on whole grains, fruits, vegetables, herbs.
  4. I must take pictures of everything I eat.
  5. In the evenings when John is at home I must eat some sweets or fatty crips and drink the minimum of one glass lemonade.
  6. I mustn’t dump food once that it is on my plate or vomit after eating.
  7. John reserves the right to stuff me if he thinks I don’t eat enough. Might contain feeding me tablespoons of pure oil or some sliced of bread with water to make it macerate or extra portions of canned pasta or so.
  8. My goal is to gain 3 kg, but he might be ok if it is less. If I lose weight, he will add on to that list and extend this diet to september.

I’m not quite sure about that list and diet although the first days were ok. In the mornings (even before I go to work) I eat rolled oats with some almond milk and a piece of fruit. At about 12 I’m having lunch, most times bread with a spread on it and a tomato. At 4 p.m. I’m having another slice of bread with marmelade and a cup of tea with sugar. We’re having diner together as soon as John’s home from work. At 8 p.m. I usually eat my sweets (turned out to arouse me if John has me in his arms and feeds me with them). A bit later I eat a salad with dressing and another slice of bread or the leftovers from dinner. I usually tend to heartburn, but at the moment I’m fine.

It’s a bit strange, but eating is connected with sexual desire for me. I totally freak out wearing diapers and getting fed a more or less tasteless porridge for children, helpless in Love’s arms.

Visits In The Past

I had a wonderful birthday, and the best: on the weekend we will have a little brunch here with some friends of us (W, C, S, M and A, and with my brother and sister-in-law also attending). John presented me with a weekend-trip to Switzerland and this time we’ll be flying there. In those late days of July John went alone to Switzerland to meet his childhood sweetheart. I have already written about it, but to put it short, they met in boarding school, fell in love, but were discovered and punished relentlessly for “inappropriate behaviour” (which meant kissing, having sex and loving each other). The other boy was sent abroad and John did not know where he was and had no chance to contact him, as they had no mobile phones back in the early eighties. The only thing he was able to keep from his love was a note which said “Love you”, and he still keeps it in his wallet. When I found it, the whole story behind it made me sad and cry for John and the other boy. When we talked about him, John admitted that he had found out where the other man lives and that he is not married, but John did not know whether to contact him or not. Finally, he did. It turned out the other man still thought of him, too, and had found out, where John lives as well, but was too afraid to contact him. They talked to each other on the phone for a very long time and John said that it was not easy to talk over what happened. They decided they wanted to meet. They met in Switzerland and spent two days together. Most of the time they kept talking, as they had to make up for 30 years. They found out that they have a lot in common, for example the difficulties to find a partner. I think they experienced a trauma when they were 15.

When John returned home, he was moved by that meeting and admitted that he still feels something he cannot describe for that man and that the other said that he still cares about John. John thought they might have ended up in bed if he did not watch himself, but as I was miles away, he thought this would have been betrayal. It’s strange, but I’m convinced I wouldn’t have ranked it that way, because the other man was in John’s life first. Anyway, we’ll be going to Switzerland together to meet the other man. I am very excited! John’s past always seemed so far away from me, even though he never made a secret out of it.

It made me think of the man I was together with when I lived on the street. He died almost 20 years ago and I still miss him, too.

Lace Panties

When Love started that list thing back in June, I had an idea of what this would mean: no T&D, no BJs, nothing the whole July through. I was almost right. This afternoon I made a hook on the last thing on my list (licking Master’s hiking shoes clean, and well, no, it did not taste well as we were hiking last weekend when the paths turned out to be a bit muddy). In retrospective I liked the list, but of course I did not like that Master kept his genuine plan and denied anything. Ugh. So, when I made that final hook today, he was very content with me and told me so. Although I had the thought, I did not ask him whether or not he would allow me anything and he seemed bemused by that. Of course he knew I was on the verge of begging him.

He made me kneel by his side while reading the newspaper, tapped my head every now and then and did nothing for a long time. I grew hornier, of course, and he realized I became nervous. “What do you wish for, son?”. I did not know what to answer as everything could turn out to be wrong. “Don’t ya think a nice big plug would fit you well?”. Hhhhh! Yes, of course. When he had placed the toy, I thought that it was odd, but my hole had shrinked. Love seemed to enjoy the fact and suggested we could enlarge the times I won’t get fucked because it’s so nice to hear me moan and see me getting stretched. Ahm, yes, sure, as you wish. Then again he made me kneel by his side and read some more newpapers. “Do you already have a wet spot in your pants, son?”, he asked mildly smiling, and sure I had. “Hum, I don’t know, perhaps it’d better for your health if you just kept the plug in place until tomorrow and then we’ll see. What do you think?”. I had no words, just a picture in my head of my suffering another day, but I managed to utter again “as you wish, Sir”. He just laughed.

When he finally asked me to get up, bring the paddle, pull down my trousers and pants and come over his knee, I was very grateful. I had missed being spanked at least as much as being fucked or giving BJs. It was very, very intense when the wood finally hit my skin. Sent waves of lust and anger through my body. I asked myself how I could ever have made it through these five weeks. John took his time and gifted me with severe pain and a very red ass. When he paused, he softly stroked my skin. When he changed to his hand to hit me, I was leaking precum like mad and it dropped on his trousers. Although I’m the one to clean them again, Love was a bit upset by such misbehaviour. He told me to go to our sleeping room, undress and stand straight until he would follow. I did. When he entered the room, he had brought the waterproof trousers and the waterproof cape I wear when we’re hiking and it starts raining.

“Make your nipples hard, son”, he demanded and I did (it did not take long). He placed two very tight clamps on them. Ugh, yes! “I still don’t know whether I shall release you from the Birdlock or not. What do you think? Have you been a good, obedient boy? Do you deserve your tiny cock released?”. Uhm, yes, I hope so, Sir. He made me wait and walked around me. “Tell me, what was the hardest thing during the past weeks?”. I answered: to watch you having sex with other men, to watch you sucking them off and being denied all the way. He smiled. “Yeah, you were going insane, huh?”. I was. “See, I’m your husband, I’m your Dad and I’m your Master…d’you know what that means?”. Uhm… “I can do whatever I please, right?”. Yes, right, Sir. He pulled on the clamps which sent shivers down into my cock. “And right now I’m really eager to see you suffer, boy. To make it very uncomfy for you, see?”. Yeah, and my hands turned wet.

The clamps stayed where they were, so did the plug. He asked me to pull over the waterproof clothes and then lay on the bed. He put the hood over my head and eyes and pulled the strings so that the only part of my face uncovered were my nose and mouth. The spread the blankets over me, both his and mine, and tucked them under. Then he came to me side and started kissing me. Just kissing me and whispering to me. I thought I’d go insane. It was tight and grew quite hot, and as the plastic stuck to my skin, moving became very annoying. “Sh, sh, little, just lay still, Dad’s here to take care for you”. And again his curious, greedy mouth on mine, his fingers softly on my chest, wandering deeper and just grazing my cock. After a long while he went to the cupbord and when he returned, he had brought the electric blanket. He spread it on my chest and belly, then added another woollen blanket and a thick pillow. “What if I have to pee?”, I giggled, a bit desperate. “Then you must wet yourself, honey, and hope for the trousers to keep waterproof”. Ugh, yes. Thank god I have a big bladder.

Love returned, again kissing and stroking me tenderly. “Are you already getting hot, son?”. Like hell. He smiled, kissed me on the nose and told me he’d return in a few minutes. When he did, he had brought a baby bottle with tea. Not hot, but warm enough. He let me drink it all, while he kept kissing and slightly touching me, until I felt like melting wax. “How’s your cock? That little thingy of yours…d’you feel a bit nervous between your legs, sugar?”. I did and kindly asked him to release me. “And then? What shall I do then?” I told him and he smiled, but with a sigh. “Oh boy, that’s rude. Didn’t I tell you I will never ever take that slutty little cock in my mouth, huh?”. He came close to my ear and whispered “you will never cum again by getting sucked off, boy”. Ugh!!!!!! I was desperate and he saw it, so he turned to the electric blanket and put it away. It was very, very hot! I was sweating like crazy.

He seated himself upon my belly and very slowly made his way through all the layers to my cock. When he finally pulled out the key from under his shirt, I felt like crying, that lucky me. He took his time and enjoyed watching my tortured cock unfold, then, without touching it, pulled the trousers and the blankets back over me. I had an instant hard-on which hurt a bit. While John returned to kiss and cuddle me, he began slapping my cock with tender strokes every now and then, very tenderly, very cruel. I was pranting franticly.

“I just had a thought”, he whispered into my ear, while the slapped me harder and added some massaging movements. “I won’t suck my husband off, right?” Yeah. He kept moving and I kept sweating and wishing to cum. “But there might be a way”. What the heck?!! He kept slapping. “You know, I don’t like cunts. But I’d like to see you wear nice, soft panties.” Ugh!!! “You know…they should be a little tight for your cock and balls. And be very tender. With lace.” He began hitting me harder and I felt and orgasm building up. “You’re my little fuck cunt, aren’t you?” Yes. Yes! “I want to see it. Show me you are by wearing panties, will ya?” I did not hesitate to nod my head. He smiled and took away his hand. “Good boy, well done”. Oh no!!! He smiled again, kissed me very long and tenderly. “Do you promise?” I do. “Say it.” I will wear panties, I swear. “Then I might suck you off”. Ugh, he might!

When Love returned to rub my cock through all the layers again, it just took me seconds to climax. It was so hard, it hurt, but I enjoyed it unbelieveably. I was hot, I was sweaty, I was horny like hell, everything stuck to me and was sticky, and I just kept cumming for a century. John was content and had me enjoying my situation (as he put it) for 20 more minutes, laying in my sweat and cum. When we were under the shower, he finally fucked the brains out of me and I could only think how grateful I am for that cruel, sweet, evil and loving husband of mine. I’m all yours, John, even in panties. Do as you wish.