Unconditional obedience to wife

I had elliot ejaculate on his knees in front of me. He had been in his cage for rather a long time, I don’t actually remember how long, and when I told him I would let him out to fill his cup he was delighted.

I have to admit I can be entirely clinical about the ejaculatory habits of men. There is really nothing so very complex and most men have been playing with themselves since they were young teenagers. If a man has not come for a while and you tell him to make a splash he’ll get his business done in no time.

elliot, of course, is nipple trained. I am not saying he can’t ejaculate without having his nipples pinched, but it takes much longer. So I pinched his nipples, he stroked his little cock, made his mess, drank it, licked the cup and was back in his cock cage all of 9o seconds after I unlocked him.

As I explained before, it is important that a submissive man never be allowed to come without supervision and without a degree of humiliation. Setting up the situation, taking a very matter of fact approach, pinching the nipple hard, making sure to make a little fun of his little cock, belittling him a bit as he reaches climax – it is the little things which make a forced ejaculation a wonderfully pleasurable but completely humbling experience.

elliot is chatting about his complete acceptance of my dominance and his submission. I am pretty sure what he means to say is that he has entirely surrendered to my authority. Unconditionally.

His cock cage and now ball spreader and the girdle he doesn’t even remember he is wearing are all tokens of this surrender. But they are just tokens. I hold the keys to rather more than his silly little cock.

A much more basic indication of his capitulation is his daily morning date with my panties in his corner. I don’t tell him to go, he gets out of bed, brushes his teeth, picks up my pretty panties and stands naked in his corner until I tell him he can come out. It has become a part of him.

In a long-term female led relationship a well trained husband goes from trying to compromise or trim or negotiate with his wife to accepting her commands, demands and decisions to genuinely craving her authority. elliot is never happier than when I tell him I want my boots polished or my back rubbed. I think he might be a little resentful that Mady now rinses out my lingerie; but she tells me she has him do hers so it all balances.

Obeying me without question or hesitation fills a need in elliot. And, as that need has been filled he has become more attentive, productive and wonderfully loving. He is, delightfully, a surrendered husband and I take very good care of him.