So last night she comes home late and pretty much says we aren't going to be using any of the new items. I didn't really think she'd be tying me up, but not even the collar? I can't even try it on? I had built this moment up in my mind - me, the pet, getting my first collar, from her, my owner - and instead I get a tired wife who just wants to go to bed.If I were in her shoes (which I'd never be since they look so uncomfortable and I have not even an inkling of a shoe/foot fetish nor am I interested in cross dressing) I'd have used this situation as a way to give me what I want without giving me what I want. I don't expect she's going to want to have sex as often as I do (especially when I'm getting no orgasmic release away from her), so why not just tell me to be a good boy and heel? Hell, hit me with a rolled up newspaper, even. Tell me tonight's not the night and if I give her any crap about it she'll add a week to however long it's going to be until I get to cum. When the time comes, she can even threaten to lock me up. In short, leverage her disinterest into an opportunity to feed my kink. I suppose she'll get there. This is all so new to both of us, though I've dived deeply into the concept and have read so much more on the topic than she has. Maybe it's time to give her a tour of some of the sites I've been visiting.
More foxing than f…ing
1 year ago
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