1ovinghermyway: 1ovinghermyway:So we have been doing the female-led relationship for quite some ti
1ovinghermyway: 1ovinghermyway: So we have been doing the female-led relationship for quite some time now, and frankly it is a blast. I can be VERY stubborn and aggressive and she has brought me to heel pretty effectively. (pun intended) So naturally as her power over me grows, she needs more than idle threats. i.e. fully immersive femme transformations, long term chastity and now putting cuckolding into her bag of tricks. Now when you speak of the typical cuck situation (as based on internet fancy) there is in my opinion many more examples of hotwives, and sharing in vanilla situations. Most pro porn would spice in a bit of the reluctant hubby (who is most often of small size compared to the man fucking his prize) But not my Mistress, No No that would never do. She has set the stage for a cucking scenario that is far more nefarious. For this threat to hold credibility, it has to be juuuuust that much more intense. I would be in the room, enfemme, chaste, ignored and expected to ADORE her when done. … Sooooo why have I had an orgasm to this terrifying scenario?!? August 9th. 2012. The first picture to dip it’s tiny little toe into the malestrom of cucking. In those 5 ½ years since her beautiful blonde bombshell of a domme put the thoughts into her head they have been rattling around mine. And now we are standing on the edge of another adventure once more. So on this mid-April evening on 2018 I am once more going to leave a breadcrumb for future me to look back on and reminisce in wonder. Wonder how normal our level was. How crazy this is now. We are courting a few prospects for… Well, we are not completely sure. The overarching wants seem to be as follows. Making me accept that I am a sissy Getting me to accept that I am a cuckold Allowing she and I to see me as a different person when I crossdesss Training my top in the arts of hotwifery Giving my top the authority to stay authentic when vanilla comes a callin Teaching me to bend to another mans instructions How we get there, only time will tell. We are for sure in a routine. And although we have not yet had intercourse this year (and only 3-4 times last year!!) I still have the feeling that I could make it happen. Over the last several years I have grown very accustomed and FOND of recieving handjobs at the mercy and whim of my top. This was a difficult thing to get used to, and now the force of habit is very strong. Although she employs the “dry-rub” when time is an issue, most nights find us inches from each other. I am very comfortable with this. We have dabbled in clean up duties, some mild dildo sucking. Off and on chastity play. And usually some form of basic feminization. The only major protocol in our routine is that I can absolutely not ever be caught in her bed without a minimum of panties being worn. Sometimes she will spice things up and require some of the more involved dressage. (nighties, and once in a great while falsies) We have amassed an impressive range of clothing and variety is not much of a concern. I have worn full outfits with head to toe regalia. Shaved legs, fake nails, wig and make-up fitting of a Youtube star. That is a very rare happening though. But each occasion has been very fun and memorable. (Next day sub-drop is a very real thing and there be dragons however)I do not mind full dressage. And not surprisingly, once encased in chastity it only takes a few trips around the clock before I am desperate to do so again. But oftentimes the effort required in prep has shown diminishing returns. The taboo of crossdressing is always a good excuse to have a session, get off and then put it all away safely in the shadows. But the possiblity of having it weaponized and juuuust this far away from being suffocating…. I’m in to try. But it must have purpose. Just like chastity, you can’t just be fettered away and left to langish. There must always be ethos. Agenda. Goals. An endgame designed by the people or person that you entrust to guide you through the minefield of emotions, hormones and regret. The strong hand on the wheel that allows you to swim in the deep end without going under. Without my domme, I am just muscles in a thong. With her I am able to touch the beauty of being a non-binary feminine Ferdinand that can smell all the flowers that she pleases. This brings me back to the need for the authentic. The purpose. I WANT to feel cuckold angst. I wish very much to explore the feelings of shame, regret and guilt. Those feelings are the fuel for your power in my head @mistressedu. I know that you have started the conversation with him. I fully consent, as long as you are going to order my drink and dinner. This morning we drove a while and had what is best described as a row. Complicated by the inability for me to let you be the top. It took me a few hours in a soft comfy pair with some in role soul searching to mellow out. I hate that. I want your leathered up persona to be able to outrank my arrogant cockyness. That is what I want out of this exchange. Femdom ethos. Firm direction, loving yet distant control. That wraps up what ended up being a defacto journal entry. You retired to bed early-ish this evening with the directive of not talking scene. So off the to interwebz I run, but only to get it out of my head so that I can reflect on it later. For any of my regular followers that made it this far, The Wifestress and I are embarking on an adventure in cucking via cyber interaction with a lovely fellow on Fetlife. I do not know anything about the direction, pacing or roles yet. But please stick around. The blog will be back to normal soon. ~bianca -- source link