We played and cuddled to warm up, then I tied his wrists to the headboard of our bed. Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!Īfter eight weeks of daily edging, teasing and denying him a cherished climax, we started off the evening “routinely” enough. I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him? Is it even possible? It made me “edge” him even harder… It made me stop and let go, every time my feminine instinct screamed at me “ He’s a man!! Have Mercy! Let him Cum!!” It’s why I insist on playtime every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired I feel. His doubt motivated me greatly to find out. He’s begged – literally begged – for climax and orgasm before, and heard me say “NO!” He’s been there… He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same… Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.Īnd… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. He knows the beautiful frustration of being milked and ruined, over and over again through the years. He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged - balls deep - teased and denied by my sublime femininity for days at a time.
When I promised to send him into the deepest, darkest, most desperate, mind-scrambling frenzy of lust he’s ever experienced, he honestly doubted that such a mindspace existed.
Break his mind, that is (not his body! I adore and need that!). Second, he doubted I could truly break him. Sooo fucking good! To my husband’s total amazement and slight alarm, I haven’t even ruined him… Yet… You won’t make it three months having intercourse with me, but it’s fun to try.” My reply, “Challenge accepted!” And so far, so good. His words, “There will be a night when things get so hot, you won’t be able to resist causing me to Cum inside of you… I know you. He doubted my will and commitment to denying him. During that conversation, he honestly admitted his doubt about two things:įirst, he doubted we would make it this far. We agreed that if it ever stopped being fun, for either of us, we would stop.
We discussed our limits and set a safe word. When we started eight weeks ago, we had an honest, open conversation about what was about to happen – what we were about to do.
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I adore my precious healthy man… He’s trusting his most intimate, primal, involuntary sexual reflex to my personal care and governance – knowing, full well, that I intended to break him… I promised to ultimately reduce him to a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging “mess of a man”… I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him over the weeks, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his virile muscular (athletic body) could physically endure so much more - than his mind ever imagined… I’ve never slept better in my life…Īfter 5 years of carefully easing my stud into our female led marriage, I find that we BOTH sleep best now…, if I hold his healthy virile erection in my gentle hand, as we lovingly fall asleep together (hugging)… His Pulsing, Fully Erect Manhood has become a sort of security blanket for me… As I fall asleep and wake up each morning Now - With his strong ( rock hard) cock in my hand… The More I Shrewdly Tease and Edge Him, The More Subordinate / Amenable / Doting He Becomes! What a Win-Win … But the key is that we make time to do it every night, with only a few ( very few!) missed nights. My Studs Powerful and Glorious 8″ Cock - Of Rock-Hard Virile Perfection, Has Become Absolutely “Inspiring to Me” …
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