I wanted to explain what being in a female led relationship with me would like. . .
I would like to wake up in the morning to a note or a text from my stubby guy. . .
"You were sleeping too peacefully, I will message you at lunch. Have a wonder day my queen! PS coffee is made, enjoy. Kiss"
I get up, get coffee with a light breakfast. Then I have 25 minutes stretching and ride my exercise bike, and the shower.
I play with the cats. I check the bowls, my stubby fed them already.(sticker for him)
Coffee with email and message my submissive boyfriend . . ."Good morning, Coffee is great, good boy."
He gets a sticker.(I have a system in which he can earn different things, night out with guys, time with the cage off, best one possible unruined orgasm!)
I look in the fridge to see that my sexy good made me lunch, leftovers from his lasanga. Yum. He gets another sticker.
Then I get a text, "did you enjoy lunch? I saved the last piece for you. I gave myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." (Three stars, I love my lasagna, but an extra point for his submission.)
I finish left set up potatoes for soup. I see the timer and work in first set word sprints for my time on my novel.
I finish my soup and throw it in the slow cooker.Then I work on my novel until my serving guy gets home.
He gets home."Do you want to earn a sticker?"
"Of course, please my beautiful queen."
"Dinner is in the crockpot. I want a full
body massage." I demanded.
"You take a quick shower and I wil, be ready." He knows we both are nude durning a massage.
"Yes, my queen." I get undressed and he cleans up. He smells like my favorite soap when he is done. I lay on the bed under my special sheet and watch him move around and get out the oils and lotions. They are my favorite scents. . . Vanilla, lilac, caramel etc.
He starts on my shoulder and, lots of tension.
"Tell me about your day. . ."I demand.
He prattles on about whatever and who said what at the watercooler.
He kneads my back, I moan, I can feel him tremble slightly.
"Grind your cage into my bubbly ass," I am trying to be a playful tease. He does this, moaning and groaning.
"Oh, good boy." I have him stop before I get to worked up myself. I just love a good body grinding, but Who doesn't?
He massages my ads and thighs and calves. I turn over and he works on my huge breasts. He oils them up and rubs it in. It doesn't do much for me but I know it relaxes my chest and drives him crazy. I know his cock wants to bust out of the cage and just slide back and forth between those bouncy mounts.
Then he massages my stomach and lightly on my pussy;however, he know if he makes me orgasm, it will be three days of mean painful me. (My orgasm causes cramps that last for days due an oversensitive pelvic situation. I'm seeing doctors about and how to fix it, but until then I can't truly enjoy my orgasms. However once I'm fixed it will at least 3 to 10 of my orgasms to his one.)
He finishes with my feet. Then I relax for a while. . As I feel it was a good day and he was a very good boy. I look at his stickers, not enough for a few orgasm, but I take out his cock and play, make hard and put on a cock ring. I play with him stoking it up and down, maybe even a few licks and sucks until it oozes.
"Oh thank you, my queen."
"I want you to be satsified with me." He begs for my happiness.
"You are my good boy! Now lets cage it and eat."
We eat at 7. . . We are in robes. However he cleans in his sexy blue silky boxers. I wrap my arm around him while he is doing dishes, slide my hands under his boxers and play with cage. He groans.
"Who is my good boy?" I whisper.
"I am, you're good boy, my queen."
We cuddle after he cleans correctly, and watches Netflix.
Then he runs me a bath. I tell him of my novel or erotica story I wrote. I look for his bodily reaction as well as his opinion.
We go to bed together, he naked while I'm in my night shirt and undies.
