Even the best of things can get old. Have you ever had a food you loved, but now, not so much? Maybe something your parents served so often as a kid that you've sworn you will never have it again? Or maybe a favorite show or place you had too much of? Some things hold their allure better in moderation.
When Autumn and I met, part of what attracted us to each other was, we were both very much into the Femdom lifestyle. We met in a club. She was definitely a dominant personality. I was a non-dominant.
I know. I am supposed to say submissive. But there is a difference between the two. I prefer to defer to a female partner; to let her make the decisions in bed. As for "regular life" there are few things I am willing to fight over, once again deferring to my partner for the most part. I am pretty laid back.
However I have never had a desire to cross-dress, pretend to be a dog, etc. You won't likely catch me begging or being whiny. I keep myself in shape, and can handle myself in a fight. I may not be hung like a horse, but I also have nothing to be ashamed of in the meat-packing department.
So. Non-dominant, not submissive. Which, according to Autumn, is exactly what attracted her to me initially. A guy perfectly willing to obey, but at the same time not a simpering pansy.
We were both in heaven. I had an unbelievably hot woman who did not play games. I did not have to try and guess what she meant; she was very straight forward. She had an attractive male she could dominate without having to settle for someone who surrendered his masculinity.
We were married within a year. We quickly settled into a happy life... for us. In our daily lives, we were equals. The only difference was sort of a reversal of roles of a standard 50's style marriage. If we did not agree on something, and a final decision had to be made, Autumn was the decider and I acquiesced. It was not that she did not appreciate my opinion. Frequently she would say, "Oh, I didn't think of that. Good idea." It was just that someone had to be the dominant (not necessarily domineering) partner. We both agreed it should be her.
This story is not an ad for a female dominant world (although the idea does intrigue me.) In many relationships, the male has the personality to be the leader. Just not ours, and we see nothing wrong with that.
Now for the bedroom. There was no give and take in sexual matters. And that is exactly how we both liked it.
The five W's, Who, What, When, Where and Why, were all entirely at Autumn's discretion.
Who? Yes, who. From the beginning I have been cuckolded. The humiliation of watching my beautiful wife being immensely pleasured by someone else has always been incredibly arousing for us both. I was frequently locked up in my high-dollar chastity cage during these forays. One that fastened around my back so I could not get out if I wanted, not a cheap cage I could just slip out of if I wanted. Autumn would chuckle sweetly, "Nothing but the best for my baby."
Yes, it is one-sided. Autumn has utilized my cunnilingus skills to serve her friends, but I am only permitted intercourse with my wife.
We have had many adventures. Then on our fifth anniversary, things changed.
As part of our celebration, Autumn had invited her favorite boy-toy over because Adam is hung like a horse and has amazing staying power. He had made love to her for a couple of hours, giving her countless orgasms while I was locked in my cage. I had been sitting in a comfortable chair in the corner, teased and tormented by the events and available should they need anything.
Adam had left, and now I lay on my back on the bed, laying in multiple wet spots. Autumn straddled my head, feeding me the spoils of their love-making and using me to clean her well-used sex.
She smiled down at me. Then she got an apprehensive expression on her face, something I was not used to seeing.
"How would you like to switch things up a bit?"
I took a lick of my favorite snack... her sex... then asked, "How so?"
"What do you think about just being... sort of... normal?"
I devoured her some more before asking, "Um, normal?"
She had to wait a minute, I had her approaching orgasm. "Ungh... you know... maybe monogamous... just us playing house?"
I focused physically on giving her that orgasm, while I considered what she had said. When she had fucked my face and cum on my tongue, then fallen beside me, I resumed our conversation.
"You mean like a regular couple? You wanna be little Susie homemaker and me be your daddy?"
She sighed contentedly. "Not exactly. I'm thinking our female led marriage, but without the playing around so much. It's not like you aren't capable of taking care of me. Even the best of things can get old if not done in moderation..."
I looked at her, "And you could really give up guys like Adam?"
She contemplated for a moment. "Hmm. You're right. Not altogether. What if we played normal most of the time, but then took Loctober seriously? You would be locked up and I could play, but afterwards we'd go back to normal each year?"
"So I would be in chastity for the whole month of October??" I sounded freaked out, but my bouncing cage as I tried to become erect belied my arousal.
She grinned, "Somebody likes the idea. So that's a yes?"
I nodded. The torment of being locked up for a month while she fucked around was exciting. But so was the idea of having her to myself for the other eleven months of each year.
It was February, so we had the better part of a year to become acclimated to a normal sex life before returning to "our normal" for a month.
An odd thing about it was... for quite awhile, a normal monogamous sex life felt like we were doing something forbidden and kinky because we had always been deviant.
