Today is the last day of Locktober. I’ll be honest, I’m filled with mixed emotions. I’m as excited about the idea of fucking my wife tomorrow as I was when I lost my virginity. I’m also as nervous about it as I was when I lost my virginity. I’m also having doubts about it and what happens next… just like when I lost my virginity.
No, I don’t think there is more than a 1% chance that she decides to keep me locked up for November. Though the idea of it is making even this sentence difficult to type.
That said, this morning something happened which made me think Alley, (we’ll call my wife Alley going forward.)… which made me think Alley has really started to embrace her dominant side. And I think that at least when it comes to her, chastity has made me truly submissive.
Alley had been working on Halloween basket for our daughter and asked me to do the finishing touches which required some soldering. 3 days ago I told her I would but I didn’t have the chance to get started until last night. I woke up at 5am this morning to finish it. And ran into some hiccups. It was becoming clear to me that this part should’ve been done before we painted the basket, and trying to do it now is just going to ruin Alley’s beautiful work.
so I broke the news to her. I apologized and said “it’s just not possible at this point because…”
she cut me off, calmly but furiously saying, “ told you 3 days ago to do this and now we don’t have time to fix it…”
I was immediately offended yelling, “I didn’t have time to do it earlier between the…”
she cut me off again… “stop yelling.”
I tried again to speaking calmly, “I didn’t have…”
”Walk AWAY…” she said as much with her eyes as with her calm stern voice.”
My eyes widened! I stared at her! Clearly in a pressing down my rage… I was pissed! I was furious! I was insulted! I was… leaking…A LOT… I was walking away? I was speechless… I was angry. I reached for her mug to make her latte then put it in the sink and walked away, to get dressed for work.
I didn’t know what to think. Everytime my wife turned me on by being mean, it was always part of the role play. She was never really mad. This time she was really mad, and I was really mad. And I was really…really… horny… desperate…but I wasn’t going to admit that to her. I wasn’t being appreciated. So I got dressed, folded laundry and just sat there.
Alley came up to me. Explained her side calmly and lovingly. I explained my side calmly and lovingly. We gave each other a kiss, and we both apologized…
Then she looked at me square in the eye and said… “You came a little when I ordered you to walk away… didn’t you?” fuck fuck fuck (precum pouring out of my cage)…. “Don’t you ever refuse to make my latte without permission again. You’re going to be punished for that.” Fuck fuck fuck…. That awareness of her power over me; the embarrassment of how obvious it was to her that I was leaking; and the smirk on her face showing she clearly relished that power. It was too much. I couldn’t take it anymore, I want to cum sooo fucking bad… but I also don’t want this to end…
All I know is, that we’re going to have a long talk tomorrow about how to proceed… Damn! I Fucking Love This Woman.