JoAnna.2
I suppose this could be read as a standalone, but I would suggest reading JoAnna.1 first to better understand how things got the way they are now.
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My wife JoAnna loves me so much...
... Jo allowed almost 2 years for me to discover... despite my being debate club president in high school, being a project manager at work, captain of my high school football, captain of the high school baseball team, a captain of my college football team, and college baseball team...
... My wife taught me that I am... submissive to my Jo. A total, absolute submissive to her wants and needs. Nothing in my previous life has made me so happy as pleasing Jo.
Once I accepted that reality, I accepted that I needed her, and her control. She decided we needed to get married. Granted, she rushed us to it so she could collect a massive inheritance from her aunt, but not my concern because I am submissive to my Jo, and her family of women.
My wife is a beautiful big woman.
Take a prototypical beauty, say Emily Ratajkowski, sprinkle her with Miracle Grow and you'll get my wife, all 6'-1", 208 pounds, 56-32-38 with H-cups. Everything about her physically, exudes the classic beauty form... except that she is large which apparently scared off so many manly men she was still single at the age of 34 when I met her.
While I am 6'-4", and 220 pounds, when we stand together and she spoons me, I look smaller than my spouse which is fine with me. She is beautiful, and she loves me.
Obviously, my Jo is physically large, larger than most men would like but I think that adds to my desire for her. I can't remember ever saying no to anything she wants, even before we actually began officially dating.
I willingly traded in my male ego to be taken care of by my Jo. I mean DAMN! Can anyone look at my life and not want it? The ONLY thing it cost me was my ego.
FOR THIS SHE CAN KEEP IT!
I had friends who thought they were in heaven having sex 7 times a week. Jo challenged me to count how many orgasms I have in a week.
By the end of my first month here... I got up to TWENTY SIX!!!!!!!! Sunday thru Saturday. When I got past 7 on Tueday, I was smiling the rest of that week. Well, that's not fair. My wife goes out of her way to make sure I'm happy all the time.
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It's been a month since we permanently moved from Millstone, NJ to Jo's inherited farm in Oneida, TN.
I've ever been happier. There are no other men here, so my male ego is never touched.
Being the inferior house male, I have rules:
• I wear no clothes without explicit permission from my Jo, or her mother or
sisters if Jo is not around
• I am to always be submissive to Jo's mother and sisters. I am to please them
in any way they desire
• Being her inferior, I always sit below my Jo. If she is sitting in a chair, I am
kneeling next to her, unless she has explicitly has me sit in her lap, which we
both enjoy with her hands all over me. If she is sitting on the ground, I am to
lie next to her on my back spread eagle so I am available and vulnerable to
her touch.
I like being vulnerable to my Jo.
I list them as rules, because they were something new that I had to learn. But now they are part of my life. I don't think about them, I live them. They are my nature.
At Jo's direction, the only clothes I wear during the day are my sandals, but only if we are leaving the house or yard.
So, of the 768 plus hours I've been here, maybe 2 hours were with a shirt on for work SLACK calls and that is it. For those video calls, I sit bottomless at my desk, anxious to get the call done so Jo will come over and take the shirt.
It pleases my Jo that I am naked. Her rewards for me, caressing my body where ever, whenever it pleases her. When she touches me, I totally zone out. The emotional warmth of her caring for me is... I don't like her to untouch me.
THE SEX! When she decides and takes me, I zone out but with a total different focus. My Jo is a lustful woman. When she only wants me twice a day I get concerned she is not feeling well.
She wanted me 6 times one day. While she has no problem getting me ready, by the 4th time, my 'ammo' was running low. Numbers 5 & 6? I was able to 'get her off', but I was shooting blanks by then. That night... MY BALLS ACHED!!!
Why am I restricted to a 20,000-acre plantation, naked, surrounded by a ranch full of dressed women?
Back in New Jersey, I was aggressive in sports and most other things. I would not back down, occasional getting into fist fights in pickup basketball games. Yea, I was one of those testosterone fueled morons.
My Jo hated my uncontrolled aggression. She found that when I am without clothing, she can easily control me and my emotions. And, well, I get off on being ogled by my beautiful loving spouse.
First and foremost, the Hawkins family is matriarchal. The Hawkins women are raised with the premise that women are superior to men. That family tradition has existed since they established this plantation in 1847.
So my being out of control is unacceptable.
With the commercial horse ranch Jo runs being about 15 miles away, the horse trails and fields come nowhere near the plantation. There are too many young people, primarily young girls from 8 to 18.
Not wanting to be arrested, and knowing I will never see clothes again, my being seen is not on the agenda. I can't disappoint Jo.
Yes, it is a plantation, but they took a lot of heat from other land owners for not having slaves or indentured servants. Instead, they had their husbands and sons naked, working the plantation as a horse farm, so indentured servants and slaves were not needed.
Apparently the husbands of that first century had no argument, each generation of Hawkins had at least 8 kids.
Anyhow, because of the submissive naked males, 1800s local women were strictly forbidden by their men from visiting the plantation. But nationally, the plantation became popular and known to women suffragettes, and artists.
There are signed paintings by well known artists of the day, like Elizabeth Southerden Thompson and Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau. The interesting thing is that these women were never known for doing nudes, but the paintings on the walls are of the dressed Hawkins women, and their naked men, often with the mansion in the background.
There are even 1870 era photos of noted suffragette Lizzie Crozier French, and her sisters standing with Victoria Hawkins, and her husband sitting at Miss Victoria's feet.
All of this happened because during the Civil War, the family not having slaves made the horse ranch popular with the northern military. This allowed the family to sell their prize horses to northern officers at premium prices.
That was the source of the family wealth today. My Jo is not a billionaire, yet.
Since we first moved in, I start Jo's mornings with my head between her thighs until she is ready to ride me before breakfast.
At lunch, I'm flat on my back, often outside in the grass in full view of her mother and sisters so she can feed me my lunch by riding my tongue. When she is content, she mounts me for her afternoon ride.
I don't know that I'm getting off because I'm being sexually used by my wife, or because she is using me in front of her mother and sisters, proving I'm an exhibitionist.
I think I'm more into pleasing my wife. Exciting my exhibitionist fetish is just a side benefit.
After dinner she loves to play with my body, usually around the outdoor pool where her family usually watches and sometimes participates.
Usually, while the women discus worldly matters, my mind is off on another planet, stretched out on my back with my butt in Jo's lap, vulnerable to her touch anywhere it pleases her. She edges me all evening, then she uses me before our shower and going to bed. There are times during the day when she has me meet any special desires.
Don't get me wrong. 'Using me' sounds impersonal, but in my mind, I am her property. I love her, and I know she loves me, so her 'using me' is very important to my wellbeing. If she ever stops 'using me', I would crawl into a corner crying, and fall apart.
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The first days after moving here were rough. By night time Jo's demand was so extreme I was 'spitting blanks', but my body eventually caught up to meet her needs, though barely until our 3rd week here.
Life is very different than my first trip here, but I like the attention. I spend a lot of my day a little breathless, and aroused.
While it is understood by her family that I am Jo's, and coitus is limited to Jo. But that does not exclude me from being used by her family for 'other' services a healthy male might provide.
With Jo being the estate owner, and being a project manager at work (back in Somerville, NJ) there are periods during the day where she will be on a video call of her own, or away from the mansion dealing with an estate issue. That's when Jo's mom and sisters look after me.
Clara, Jo's mom always wanted a son so she mothers me by giving me a bath with her flashing me mountains, and I mean mountains of her cleavage to keep my attention while she hand washes my body... all of me.
Jo's big sister Chloe, has me swim laps in the pool, but only after her performing an ear popping oral attack on my erection. She scares me because I always feel her teeth, and I think Chloe knows she makes me nervous. My fear makes it more fun for her.
Afterwards she usually stretches out on her back on the pool deck and has me in the pool with my head between her legs.
Jo's little sister Sylvia and her girlfriend Hannah are the 3rd team of my daycare workers. Though lesbians, they never turn down the opportunity to occupy my time. They love to watch me exercise, and when done, they have me on my back in the grass and each rides my tongue to orgasm.
All of these women love covering my body in sunscreen, then stretching me out in the grass.
