Reclamation. A Deep Aching Desire To Be Back With My Husband. It’s Not That I’ve Stopped Being His

Love your blog! Would love to hear more prior to the coin flip game, how did it all get started?

Wow. I searched through, and can’t find that I’ve ever posted this history anywhere, even though I thought that I had. If I did, I can’t find, it, so I’ll briefly recap.

When we first started dating, we were hot and heavy, and had sex A LOT! So much so, that I started to worry that he just wanted me for a piece of ass. I wanted a man who would love all of me, not me just for my sex, and since our relation seemed to be based only on sex, I decided better to cut my losses and move on, so I broke up with him, as hard as that was because I still was crazy about him. I didn’t take his calls for a long time, but he was persistent, and I finally explained to him why I broke up with him, and he promised that he wanted me for more than just sex with me, and to prove it, he promised he wouldn’t initiate any sex at all with me that I didn’t start first. I was dubious, but especially because I knew I still loved him, I decided to give him a chance. I took him back on the one condition that he wasn’t allowed to initiate any sex that I didn’t start.

We went some time with nothing sexual between us, and he seemed to be keeping his word, which made me feel better. On top of that, it was me who was starting to miss the sex, so on one date, I decided to let him pet me to let some of my pressure off, and I loved his fondling and caressing me. At the same time, I didn’t do anything for him. I was waiting for him to betray himself and ask for something, but he never did. He kept his word. In time, him getting me off, and going home with blue balls became the norm, and I discovered not only did I like it, I loved it. Something about sending him away adjusting his pants and walking funny turned me on even more, and there I discovered my fetish for teasing and denying him.

Eventually, I realized he was just going home to spank his monkey after our dates, which seemed to deflate my fetish. In my fantasy, he depended on me to get off, but I wouldn’t let him, so I brought this up. I asked if he would be willing to forgo even masturbation that I don’t initiate for him, and he agreed. Not only did he agree, he admitted that it made his dick even harder wondering when if ever I would let him cum again. He seemed to be enjoying my control over his orgasms as much as I was. We discovered then that we were a match made in heaven. It was then that I started straight up teasing him, stroking his dick and daring him to cum without permission. He used to have to make me stop for fear of coming without authorization, but over time, I got to know his body better, and less and less did he have to tell me to stop. I learned how far I could push him and still keep his balls blue, which we both loved beyond measure. As for me, teasing and whipping him up made me so hungry for sex that I started to crave and enjoy it like never before. Back then, I used to cum like ten or more times a day. Being a powerful woman in charge is very liberating.

Fast forward to our engagement. I made it clear that be engaged, it was no longer acceptable for him to get off in any way shape or form without my approval, and any such sexual activity would, in my book, be considered a betrayal as bad as cheating on me. At this point, we didn’t talk about it, but the unspoken rule was that these rules didn’t apply to me. Then we got engaged.

As we were preparing for our wedding we started to work on our vows, and it was during this process, that we formalized our relationship dynamic, that he must vow his fidelity to me, up to and including never coming without my consent. At the same time, the rules of fidelity would not apply to me, that I would be forever bound to him in marriage, but not bound by fidelity. My sexuality would have no limits. Trust me, he would get so excited when we’d talk about various scenarios where other men were doing me. I personally didn’t have plans to follow this through, I just liked having the freedom of possibilities.

He wore a chastity device for the first time riding from the church to the reception. It was my surprise gift to him. And I kept him locked for our entire honeymoon. I came on our honeymoon in every way, shape, and form, and all he got was wedded blue balls. This is a memory we cherish.

That’s the short version.

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