Female led relationships discussion

About two weeks back, my wife declared that she would be delivering me daily spankings. She followed through but missed a few sessions and added extra swats for not reminding her.

The implements have varied: my leather belt, her cake batter spreader, and an 18” half-yard stick. There’s been no set pattern. I expected this phase to pass, yet it hasn’t faded. Two days ago, she started insisting that I wear an 18-hour panty girdle constantly throughout the day. My briefs smell distinctly of rubber.

A few days prior, I downloaded “Beauty’s Punishment” by Anne Rice. It shocks me that I never really noticed her books before. I didn’t even realize they leaned toward BDSM; I always assumed they were just some gothic mystery or other. Our daughter actually lived half a block away from Anne Rice in New Orleans several years ago! Yesterday, I listened to chapter one and was impressed. Last evening, while my wife relaxed watching TV, I mentioned that I couldn’t stand shallow dialogue followed by canned laughter anymore because I had something more sensual on the go. She took the bait. We put on my Hoopla download of Beauty’s Punishment and listened in bed. After about thirty minutes, I started gently caressing her moist folds. She climaxed repeatedly—an unusual occurrence since she usually demands oral pleasure as her first orgasm. As we listened, our physical play continued. She experienced multiple layered orgasms. When it was time for intercourse, she declined because her pussy was sore from the attention; instead, she pinched my nipples and ordered me to jack off. I complied.

This morning, she woke me up ready for sex, which we had. Then, she made me lie over some pillows while she delivered a hard spanking with our thick ping-pong-style paddle. Immediately after, she brought out the Playtex girdle again, and I’ve worn it all day over my briefs.

Throughout the day, she’s been issuing commands for tasks I had already planned to do. When I talked back, telling her so, she made me lean over the kitchen island counter and spanked me HARD with that thick paddle. She then ordered me to strip naked, head to our bedroom, and jack off. Her instruction was to come show her my result when finished. Shortly after, she appeared in the bedroom holding a smoothed ice crescent moon which she thrust into my backside. It was intensely cold, and I could feel it pressing against my prostate. She walked out demanding another round of jacking off while showing her the results. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she declared that I wasn’t allowed to leave until I had ejaculated. This took about twenty minutes.

I went downstairs where she was blanching and freezing Swiss Chard and Kale that I’d harvested earlier. She told me to stand in the corner of our bedroom until summoned.

She returned roughly half an hour later with a pair of her black tights, pulling them on my legs one at a time.

This is all true! I am 66 years old and my wife is 65! She recently stopped dyeing her hair, which has now grown out into beautiful grey. Her rear end looks exactly as it did during high school when I used to deliberately sit behind her on the bus just to watch her from behind.

Just moments ago, she informed me that I must ejaculate one more load today and maintain a rate of three per day for two weeks, or else face fifty strokes with the paddle.

I am officially empty! My recovery time is measured in hours now, not minutes as it was when I was her young partner.

I’m starting to feel genuinely mistreated, yet I feel compelled to ride this wave while it lasts.

My wife isn’t flashy. She possesses a natural beauty; the kind of woman who warrants a groin-spasming second look. She rarely wears makeup. A single tube of lipstick can last her a year! Her routine is simply washing her face several times a day. No cosmetics, just clear, smooth skin.

I definitely married up!

Tomorrow begins again! HG