For the past few months my husband has been working hard on me to improve our sex life. He frequently complains that I'm too passive and inhibited, and encourages me to explore new things to make it more interesting. Initially this started when he caught me watching his porn dvds when he returned early from work. I was so absorbed that I didn't hear him come in. He found me watching a bdsm film, lying on the bed with my hand down my panties and clearly masturbating. I made a rather embarrassing attempt to explain that it was just curiosity that made me pick that particular film. He then revealed that he knew this wasn't the first time I'd played it as he had noted it being moved before. I finally admitted that I was interested but also a little ashamed of these feelings. He explained that it was not uncommon for excitement to come from being controlled and directed. And so he began to lay down some new rules leaving me in no doubt that I would have to comply even though the thought was totally humiliating. Over the next 2 months he encouraged and directed me to try most of the things I'd seen in his films and a few more besides! I didn't think there was anything left for me to offer. But I was wrong. Just this evening he explained his plan.
He told me that he was talking with a man that had commented on some pictures he posted on a fetish contact site. I knew that Jim had posted on a few sites as we often enjoyed reading the comments together. But I had not realised that these posts included some of the heavier scenes which he had filmed! So I was somewhat surprised and embarrassed that anyone had seen them. His new contact wrote to explain that I had acquired something of a cult status among his specialist S and M community. If we agreed he would like to meet and discuss his idea for a professional film shoot. The plan was to include this in a library used exclusively by this group. And potentially to introduce us to the group at one of their meets.
As we read it together I didn't think for a moment that Jim would want to do this. The thought of this was so scary I couldn't believe he would go through with it. I thought I could distract him with something I'd recently learned in our sessions. I assumed the penitent submissive position on my knees in front of him. With my hands clasped behind my back I offered to pleasure him as he wished, as often and wherever he liked. However even as I took his cock deep into my mouth he continued to read the messages. As he read out more details I felt myself getting wetter as he became harder. When he came in my mouth I tried to swallow it but it was just too much. He held me roughly by the hair until he was done. I thought that would be the end of it and went to take a shower. But when I returned he told me that he had replied and arranged a meeting in a few days time. And in addition his contact had proposed that I keep a detailed personal diary of this new adventure. This is the diary from that day onwards:
Tuesday morning
