Putting Her in Her Place Three Easy Steps

Step One: Think about the first time you meet her. How beautiful she looked, how much you desired her, and how hard you tried to win her over.

Step Two: Think about what has changed most importantly think about what you have begun to take for granted. Have you become more demanding, lazy, or uninvolved?

Step Three: The best way to renew your marriage is to place all of your wants and needs second to hers. Once you have placed not only ahead but above you on that pedestal you will find that your own needs, and some of your wants, will be meet on her terms. This leads to a happier woman in your life and so a happier you.

Putting her in her place

Where doe your Wonderful Wife belong? On a pedestal of course. The real question is how to get her there. To start you need to put your marriage in its place which is to say that its care and feeding should be your first priority. This means romance lots and lots of romance. So here are some tips to make that special someone, that light of your life, feel comfortable up there by herself.

1. Be tacky all of those goofy roses on the bed, candles, Berry White albums, can all work for you if you pull them off right.
2. Massages feet, shoulders body, erotic, take your time and do it right. Remember this about her, so put all of your focus and energy into what you happen to be rubbing.
3. Give her some time to her self especially if you have kids.
4. After dinner give her a rest, and don’t just do the dishes. Let her put her feet up while she finishes her after dinner drink, in fact get down on all fours and let her put her feet up on you.
5. Did she give you a to do list? Good, do it and then do more there is always that little extra something.
6. Give her the remote.
7. Go to bed together every night.
8. Stare at her, let her see you staring; let her know that she is desirable.
9. Kiss her in public on mouth and let others see you.
10.Spend time with her, don’t just do something together, actually experience it together.
11. Listen.
12. Give her a Bath.
13. Let her fondle you without you expecting anything more. It’s ok to get felt up and have it go nowhere.
14. Say “I love you” before going to sleep, hanging up the phone, or when parting company. Never forget it maybe the last thing you say to her.
15. Don’t look at other women. It can humiliate her, and she should not have to compete for your attention anyway you should be competing for hers.
16. Wear you chastity device, collar, wedding band, with pride. Let her know how proud you are to be hers.
17. Don’t be ashamed to let other people know you love her. You don’t have to tell everyone everything but never let anyone doubt to whom your affection belongs.
18. Never say anything negative about her to anyone, as far as they are concerned she is the most perfect being to have ever walked the earth.
19. Don’t swear in front of her and don’t let others do so either.
20. And the most important tip ask her “what would make you feel truly loved, cherished, and honored”. Then do it.

A Tale of Two Tongues

Silken texture against my eyes it blocks out my vision, the fabric holds the heat of my body pleasantly to my brow. A contrast to the cold metal cuffs binding me, wrist and tightly against my waist, otherwise I am nude. On her bed I am but a pleasure tool.
Her bed an, alter to my submission, warm cotton sheets, soft pillows, and a firm mattress. I am but a temporary addition, a fleshy sacrifice to her pleasure, my one earthly goddess, willing and honored to provide my body to her. This is her place, she is the priestess, the officiate, of the ceremony, but also the one to be worshiped and praised.
So I find myself blinded and shackled, worshiping at her most sacred of feminine places. My tongue laps, and probes at her soft moist flesh, the sweet waters of her flow about my mouth and over my face. Her pleasure too pours out of her; I am gifted with the sounds of her moans, whimpers, and the panting of her breath. On and on I am urged in my worship of her, her pleasure, and her sacred place where life springs from.

A different time and place.

Being nude before he is commonplace, being bound by her is commonplace, and yet I am still made to feel humbled and vulnerable. On the couch my hands are secured to hooks placed in the back causing my arms to be held apart and my head to hang back. By her command only do my feet stay planted on the floor and legs spread wide.
She knows that vision can powerfully affect a male and so she has robbed my of my sight by virtue of a blind fold, in part her own sweetly scented panties. She is about to give me a gift, but like any commoner receiving a boon from his Queen I must be reminded of my place, and so I am not permitted to see her.
As it is the only comfortable posture for her she kneels in front of me, I am not permitted to see this. It is not her place to kneel to scrap and serve that is where I belong. But this is a gift, one given out of love, and sincere appreciation for my service, my devotion, she suffers the lowering of herself for this short moment.
Her lips touch the phallus, a part of my body that has been given over to her ownership. Love, pleasure, submission, worship, pain, are all mystical, ethereal, magical bonds that hold us together, but this fleshy piece of meat is the physical object of out relationship. This piece of flesh bears the wait of all the other ties; it is her most valuable property, and my most cherished part. We have in the name of our marriage used it for pleasure and to worship her, and to punish and train my submission.
Her lips are warm and moist, her tongue dances, her head moves is playful motions, and soon I erupt into her waiting mouth, lips held tight around the shaft until my pleasure abates. Then she kisses me and my salty leaving slid down into my belly.

“Did that feel good?”
“Yes”
“Are you motivated to continue to serve?”
“Yes.”
Good with a few more years of dedication you can earn that again.”

The wait

As our anniversary approached (five years married) my wonderful wife decided that it was a great opportunity to “refresh” our relationship for both of us. To this end she banned all intimate contact.
This isn’t simply forgoing sex to try and feel virginal again oh no she wanted to return to the way it felt the very first time we touched, kissed, or even held hands. She wanted to make our first night away from home feel like our first date. To do this she forbade almost all touching.
Let me tell you this is a lot harder than simple chastity, there was none of the physical reassurance that I normally receive. No pats on the bottom, or smiles, or light stroking at bed time. We did none of the normal things a couple would do, in or everyday life or in the bed room, this extended to our sleeping habits as well, to keep from any night time coziness I was confined to the couch while she continued to enjoy her bed.
As hard as it was she was right, our first night away was pure carnal energy, the kind that I haven’t felt since I was a teenager. Heat so intense it blinded us. The first time she touched me again placing her soft hand on my cheek, her cool moist lips touching mine was like throwing a stone into a pool of calm water. Ripples of desire flowed through us. The end her laying beneath me, berating into my ear, her hips rocking, and urging me to completion. The climax was like throwing a bucket of water on a roaring campfire, a brief fizzle followed by an explosion of scalding steam.
Other simpler things became heightened as well; The shear sensuality of holding her hand as we walked the wonderful familiar feel of brushing back her hair from her face, the peacefulness of sleeping next to her. The wait was definitely worth it.

Punishment

To all of my followers and anyone who reads my blog I am truly sorry for having been away, and I feel I owe you an explanation as way of apology.

As part of my career I work out of town most weeks, away from my most loving and wise wife. Living in a hotel most days of the week, and eating out, and being lazy. After my last post in June I started on a new project one that required me to work long hours, eating not only lunch and dinner but also breakfast out.
After two weeks of this my wonderful wife did a routine check of our account balance and was disappointed in my new spending habits. So she decided to punish me, I was put on an allowance of $2 a day, yes $2, for two weeks, also I had to use a water cooler in stead of the bottled water I enjoy. In addition my computer was taken from me so no posting.

Now before you think this is overly cruel please remember that this was for the hotel only at home I could eat as much as I wanted that is whatever I wanted to cook for us. Also that the hotel had a great continental breakfast of witch I could bring back as much as I wanted. This of courses was the point.
After two weeks of eating fresh fruit and muffins supplements with a few sandwiches from a fast food joint thought me the lesson I needed to learn. Instead of sleeping to my normal time, I now gladly get up and hour early to eat at the breakfast bar, and in exchange I have a much larger, if still curtailed spending limit. My wife however kept my computer for all of July saying not having it to play with means I can be more active and I can stand to loses a few pounds.
Needless to say I was also denied any kind of release from chastity during this time. This lead into a new experience in preparing for our anniversary that just past on the 31st, but that is another post. One that I will do my best to get on by the end of the week.

First Timer

One week. It had been one week since the last time I had experienced any sexual release. Now it doesn’t seem like such a long time, but when it is the first time that having been locked up truly locked no way out for resizing or any other excuse, it seemed liked a life time.
I knelt in front of her, she was sitting on our love seat, I was nude, and she was wearing a mini skirt and blouse with a plunging V neck line. I begged her, not whining or bargaining or appealing to her love for me, but begged her. I begged like only a man who desperately needs something, with no other way to get it, and I desperately needed release.
When words failed I turned my lips first to her legs, then her shoes, licking them, lapping at them. I knew she was looking at me while I did this; she stroked my hair as I humbled myself before her, and then with a sharp jerk she pulled my head up and pressed my face to her moist sex. My tongue worked on her, the taste filled my nose and mouth, filled the whole of my world.
Thighs, hers griping my ears blocking out her moans, muffling her cries of pleasure. Hands pushing me away from her my face covered with the wetness of her. She leans back, her eyes holding contact with mine I’m incapable of looking away.
She unlocks me. I have heard the expression before, but the first time I felt it, I was trembling in anticipation.
“Are you ready for this? Do you want this?”
“Yes. Please.”
She leaned back spreading her legs, and this was all the encouragement that I needed. The pleasure I felt upon entering her was indescribable.

Frustration

My head leans into her chest I can hear her heart beating the slow rhythmic breathing. I am hot, sweet beginning rise off of my body.
I weep.
“Please I need it”
“No you don’t you want to have sex with me” she whispers “you wont die if I leave you locked”.
“But it has been so long” “Please”
More tears, straining me inside the need pushes me. Nearly over the edge.
“I know it has been awhile, but you are going to wait”
“Why”
“You know why, yes you do”
As I shack my head my face buried into her, she is teaching me.
“”You know its good for you to wait, and you know it helps us to be happy.”
“Yes but I love you”
“I love you too, that is no reason for us to have sex right now” She is cool calm in her response. “In fact it is every reason to wait, now be strong for me I know you can”.