I’ve stopped kissing my sub, Butler, again. I always tighten up his discipline before a special event. I also start finding more things wrong with his almost perfect housekeeping, thus adding additional lashes during his punishment sessions. During times like this, I emotionally move away from him a little and become more cold and severe. When I act like this he knows that something is about to happen that will test him and pull him deeper into submission. He redoubles his efforts but it’s all for naught. I want him ready so I keep tightening the screws. I’ve considered carefully each step I will make in the coming weeks.** I’ve invited Sam, the man I plan to seduce, to my home tomorrow night to help me with a paper I’m writing. I want Butler to observe the relationship that I will allow to develop between Sam and me. I know Butler. He’s not so much a physical masochist as he is an emotional masochist. Simply having sex with Sam will hurt Butler but he’s always known that I have occasionally cucked him. That’s no longer good enough for me. Butler has to see a flicker of real romance between Sam and me. I want the whole thing to unman Butler and pierce deeply into the heart of his male psyche. If things go as planned I’ll also be adding to the excitement by defiling what Butler sees as our as a sacred space, our marital bed. This is all so exciting it’s hard not to speed this up but I know that it will be much better to slowly allow events to build. I have other surprises in store for my sub that will aid in his transformation to a completely surrendered slave. I get to desecrate our marital bed for the first time only once. I want things to go perfectly. I feel very lucky I chose Butler. I doubt I could have done what I have done with a younger man. I chose Butler because of his solid maturity. He’s strong enough to take this and make it something that nudges him even closer to me and deeper into surrender. I have a heady sense of complete freedom tempered by my appreciation of my loving submissive.