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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.

I would have a hard time (no pun intended) believing any 'single' person interested in women would turn down advances from the ladies in my family. I might understand guys being hesitant approaching Jo or Patricia (both being a kind of frighteningly large Amazonians) because many guys prefer smaller women to feed their male 'superiority' egos.

When I am not working at my desk, and Jo is around, my wife, my owner, mothers me to the hilt, or perhaps a better description, my hilt is rarely sheathed with Jo playing with my body. I need to be touching her, or be touched by her.

I LOVE JO PLAYING WITH MY BODY...

No matter who is there to watch. Where and when is Jo's decision, not mine.

We were married by a male judge, but the family preacher was a 40-year-old minister by the name of Geraldine Booker. She and Chloe had been school mates and had stayed close. Jo was disappointed Miss Geri wasn't available to marry us, telling me of all the things that would have happened at our wedding, like no men, and us getting married with me naked. She loves to tell stories about what would have happened.

The first time I met Miss Geri she was wearing her collar, and I was wearing nothing. Miss Geri circled me like she was looking to buy me, then kissed me. Ok, I did get aroused having an attractive woman priest examining my naked body. It seemed kinky.

"Jo, if he is as good as his body, you've landed a winner."

Miss Geri has only seen me without clothes and has watched Jo caress my body during lunch while they are talking. Jo wants to use me in front of a priest because she knows I was raised a catholic and the humiliation drives me up the wall. I occasionally sneak a peek, and Miss Geri always watches, not sure if that is with a smile happy for Jo, or a smile of lust.

Miss Geri comes over several times a month, and my mistress loves how aroused I get with Miss Geri watching my... being used.

With my religious upbringing, I always look forward to Miss Geri coming for lunch.

It may seem demeaning to the testosterone world that I am babied by beautiful women who bring me to orgasm several times a day, making me feel loved while I am pleasing them by submitting to their smallest whims.

Personally, I don't give a damn what the testosterone world thinks.

I'M THRILLED!

When Jo took me, she decided I'm not allow to masturbate, that I shouldn't ever have the need to masturbate.

😊

Been over a year since I had that desire.

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I want to give Jo my undivided attention, full time. I want to quit my job so I am at her beck and call 7x24. But I'm afraid to bring it up. Other than in bed, it's not my place to make suggestions to my owner.

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I'm in heaven with my husband taking care of all my needs, both emotional and physical. I didn't marry him solely because of his appendages, but I did get lucky. He is not only physically gifted, and eager, but DAMNED GOOD with a body that can take your breath away!

Because of my physical demands on him, he's lost 8 pounds since we got here.

I love his needy snuggling into me, his need to touch me.

I decided to test this need. For four days I did not ride and did not allow him to ride me. I did not allow him to touch me, only me caressing him. I spent a little extra time caressing his body every day, nothing erotic, but he still had multiple orgasms on each of those four days. To be honest, I was so thrilled that first day because it seems my pet loves me. All he really needs is my touch, and I enjoy touching him.

I tried to get through a fifth day, but by then, his not touching me was too much stress for me. That night, my 200 pound frame rode that horse, I would have won the Kentucky Derby. I am proud to tell you I rode that horsey into the ground, with multiple orgasms.

Despite my riding him that hard, when I rolled off my pet on all fours, he exercised his lone right as a male in this household, allowing him total sexual freedom in bed, and quickly mounted me doggie.

What he did that night was... pulling on both my nipples like they were reins he pounded me from behind with a vengeance, and he felt HUGE!!!

I actually thought he snuck a toy into bed, NOPE!!!

I don't know how many more times I came, but when he finished with me I collapsed on my stomach in exhaustion. I fell asleep feeling him kissing and caressing my butt. He does love caressing my butt with his fingers.

I asked him why he does it so often, "Because my owner has one of the sexiest butts I've ever seen, or touched."

His endurance and his abilty to feed my ego are not the reason I took him, but they are ONE HELL OF A PERK!!!

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I do love him for more than his body. I want all of his attention on me so I'm thinking about him quitting his job. We don't need his income. I'll need to find something to keep his brain active, and give his body time to recover from my mating needs. I have the farm to keep me occupied, but there is nothing here for him to do that could mentally challenge him. He's an intellectual asset I feel like I'm wasting.

Really, his mental 'regression' (I don't know what else to call it) is becoming something of a worry. Sixty days here and he is becoming more docile every day.

For three straight days last week the only time he spoke was to tell me he loved me. Definitely not a terrible thing but his mind is as important to me as his body.

Then, this morning, I got really pissed off at someone at the ranch, so pissed off I took it out on my pet's ass. Totally out of character for me, I pounded his butt by the poolside with everyone watching. He didn't question it, he did nothing but what I told him to do. When I was done, his butt was so red it could have been a heat source if it had been winter.

It made me feel better, except, except...

... when I finished he was sobbing heavily, tears were pouring down his face. I rolled him off my lap to go stand in the corner facing the house, so we could all see his glowing red ass. What I hadn't noticed was that sometime during his spanking he had a massive orgasm, or maybe several. I had a massive lake of sperm between my legs.

Feeling like I failed him, I calmed down quickly. I punished him for something he didn't do, and my pet was totally turned on because he loves and trusts me.

BUT I DIDN'T NOTICE HIS ORGASM!

My pet deserves much better.

When he was done sobbing, I led him to our favorite spot near the stream where he made me feel worse. Being ashamed for disappointing me (for something he didn't do), he made passionate love to me for hours as an atonement.

For all intent and purposes, I own him. I can't apologize for a mistake I may have made because it could raise doubts in his mind over giving me total control. I want him, I don't want him to doubt my control over him.

But has my control gone too far? He's not a painslut, yet he orgasmed during a spanking.

Having him under my desk while I'm on the phone would be wonderful but I want him for more than a sex toy... LOL for which he is excellent!!!

The other thing is that other than my mom, Chloe, Sylvie, and Hannah have shown signs of looking at him solely as a sex slave.

Chloe pushed that thought hard after lunch today. When I came out from going to

the bathroom, she had my pet up on a picnic table on all fours, and she was milking him like a cow into a wine snifter. He did as he was told by my sister, but I must have been in the house longer than I realized because it looked like she had at least a shot glass of my pet's sperm in there.

I immediately took him to bed to hold him. He seemed happy about being held, and I didn't ask him about his being milked.

But it gets potentially worse. My big sis Patricia Abigail may be moving here soon. I suggested it to my entire family before the ink was dry on my inheritance from Aunt Sara, with the suggestion to all that we crank up a family business for all of us to work on.

When she first saw him spread eagle between those trees on that Jersey cliff, if I hadn't been there she would have devoured him on the spot.

My sister is a bit scary, making me think of a tarantula. I've often wondered if she doesn't kill and eat her partners after sex. I've only met one of them a second time.

She is talking about moving home and retiring, but if she does, she'll probably want full access to my pet.

If I open that sexual door, not counting Ma, he'll be servicing 5 women. I don't want to share more than the view, and some heavy flirting. I don't mind (too much) the girls having him orally pleasing them as long as it's occasional.

Ma always wanted a son, so she'll be happy treating him like a little boy, while maintaining his nice erection for her sexual ego's sake, and i don't think my pet is ever disappointed by my Mom's dilligence is cleaning him.

I already stretch his limits, sexually and emotionally (though he is 'growing' to meet my expanding demands).

Pat and Chloe would push him over those line for sure.

I don't think Hannah would be far behind them.

Sylvie has always been private about her sex life since she came out. But I think if she is pleasing Hannah, she may be as aggressive as any of us.

It's not going to go well having them schedule appointments for access, especially if they reduce my quality time with my pet. He is mine.

I love my sisters but they've all had their men. I waited 36 years to get mine, and they didn't share theirs like I'm sharing mine.

But with Pat around him, I may have to cuff him to me to limit her access.

My pet is not their answer.

HE IS MINE!

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It's a Friday, the housekeeping crew is here this morning. Holding his hand, I walk him into the woods to our stream. I don't understand my feelings, but today I didn't want him to wear sandals today. I guess I wanted him totally naked, nothing, nada.

I was aroused walking here with him and normally he is semi-erect walking here, but it must have had the same impact on him, he was stone hard.