I woke up this morning and realized that I'm living in a femdom marriage, that the fantasies I've had in years past are now a very real situation happening right now. I look down at my waist and slowly put a hand under the waist band, then pull down and notice a pair of black panties with pink lace covering the little bulge of my dick in the silicon chastity device. There's a little white plastic lock with a number printed on the side, the number is important to my wife because it means I've been locked up for a little over one month now. Denied access to myself, because she wants me only for herself. But I should probably start this story from the beginning.
Our marriage started out fairly standard. Just like most couples we met in our mid twenties after having dated for a bit over a year. My wife, her name is Michelle, had slept with a healthy number of guys but was never too slutty about it - although I wouldn't really know if that were true since we grew up in different states. Like most people our age, we dated enough to know that we loved sex but probably not enough to really have grown into our fantasies or fully understanding what we needed sexually.
My wife is stunningly beautiful, probably too pretty for me. At 5'7" and 110, she has perfect legs and a tight little ass that jiggles just enough when slapped, and perfect breasts in 34C, long blond hair, full soft lips, sensual hands, and the warmest wettest pussy I've ever experienced. She grew up in a small town and went off to college in Las Vegas, where she got into the club scene. She has definitely had more experience in the bedroom than I have, and it shows by how she gets off - a thing I haven't been very good with when it comes to making her cum really hard, instead of just cumming quickly or not at all. Personality wise, she's smart, sexy, sweet, loving, and beautiful - the perfect wife.
As for me, I'm kind of a guy's guy on the outside. I'm 6'1" and about 160lbs, with blue eyes and reddish lips, fair skin, and curly brown hair. While I am athletic and have lean but defined muscles, and I enjoy doing manly things for fun, I also have a strong desire for wearing pretty soft things and a strong interest in femdom. If I'm not acting on fantasies then I can last a long time in the sack but I become a minute man as soon as my wife starts talking dirty or pushing my kink buttons. Currently, my wife has cut me off from her pussy almost entirely - but her teasing/denial and chastity games drive me crazy with desire. Girls that I've dated throughout my life have made it clear that I can satisfy the needs of long term relationship on all counts except in the sex department, so it makes sense that my wife would prefer that I satisfy her in ways not related to penetration.
Just to get this out of the way, it's best to define what I mean by submissive. In its broadest sense, submission involves allowing another to take the lead, surrendering responsibility and control over decisions whether in the bedroom or beyond. Placing oneself at another's mercy requires an unparalleled degree of trust that one will not be exploited or abused by the other party, which in the context of a loving relationship creates a unique intimacy that's not only exciting and arousing but immensely powerful no matter what it involves.
But our marriage didn't start out that way. It started out of love and lust and a probably a certain amount of innocence that comes with being in your twenties. We both made each other profoundly happy and spent very little time apart for many consecutive years. Initially, after dating for several months we moved together to a new state to enjoy the winter and outdoors in general. We would sleep in on snowy winter weekends and make love over and over. During this time I found out that I love blow jobs and that she loves to give them. When it came to sex, even though I could last long I wasn't big enough in the dick department. No girl I had been with before had a tighter pussy than Michelle, but even so my cock is only 1 and 1/4 inches wide and only a bit over 5" long, so I never was able to give her a vaginal orgasm. Luckily I absolutely love going down on a girl, especially a beautiful girl like her. There's something unique about making a beautiful woman feel pleasure, it's a feeling that goes beyond - is more satisfying - than having an orgasm of my own. Consequently my orgasms were not a highlight of the relationship, and it was not too long into the marriage before I realized I should stop deluding myself that I was of average size, since having measured I always came up not only shorter than the statistical average male size, but also thinner than average. The realization would have been tragic if I hadn't already been submissively minded, but luckily it plays into the role I already was experiencing in the bedroom with my wife.
After we got engaged, we stopped having long sessions of hot sex with me as a top. She stopped wanting to be tied up, she didn't want to have her throat squeezed, and she didn't ride me bucking and moaning anymore. Instead, she preferred that we doing it missionary style for 5-10 minutes once or twice a week, then it went down to once a week on Saturdays for 3-5 minutes when I was lucky. Sometimes when I was on top of her, during which time she would often be staring out the bedroom window or reading a book and clearly bored, she would reach down in front of her pussy and make a tiny circle with her thumb and index finger, and encircle my dick with it as I pumped furiously trying to cum within the allotted time. I didn't notice at the time but when looking back I realize how small that circle was and yet not be able to fill it up, and how she slowly trained me to cum faster via little humiliating phrases, encouraging me to blow my load just a bit faster each time.
During that time I wanted more sex of course, but she was always too tired after work. On a side note, she always wore incredibly hot corporate office wear to the firm, with very tall sexy heels and stockings, but she never let me fuck her while she wore her work clothes. So I didn't get a lot of sex, aside from the weekly saturday, and more often than not she would give me a quick handjob out of pity if I made an exceptional case. I felt like there was a lot of denial but not a lot of teasing, and that made me feel just ignored. I'm sure she was feeling distraught as well but we didn't solve it and didn't talk much about how we felt. Such is marriage at times.
That all changed when she asked me to wear a pair of her panties. She made an offhand joke while we were standing near the walk in closet about how "I would look cute in them" and "just put them on for me once and do a little twirl". Why I gave in I'm not sure, but I did. I took off my boxers and slowly put her thong on. The soft fabric and tight fit of the little thong that my wife had been wearing, which was now cupping my little package, made me start to get hard in front of my smiling and giggling wife. "Well it looks like someone's getting a little happy in her panties, huh?" she said with an devious little smile. "I think you like those more than you want to say, but your little guy says everything that needs to be said, huh Sally?" - And so the descent began.
For some reason that awoke something in me, so occasionally at first, and more often as time went on, I would wear her panties and jerk off while thinking about various scenarios of her dominating or humiliating me in lingerie or forcing me to wear her panties. Sometimes the fantasies would have her force me to watch her while she fucked her dildos while I was bound and denied - denied of her body, of touching her amazing tits, or feeling the warm perfectness of her pussy, being denied that which I wanted so much. Or I would think about finally being allowed to fuck her perfect shaved pussy, to not be stuck in panties.
