Fyfrenhines - Fy Frenhines

The Hotwife/Cuckold lifestyle.. Modern marriage…🔥

The only thing missing is a velvet pillow under the hips to give you leverage, my Frenhines.

“Pink baby monitor” (very hard to translate, in French a baby monitor is called “baby phone” and a sex chat line is called “pink telephone”… really hard to translate :) #eroticdrawing #eroticart #erotic #petitesluxures http://ift.tt/2lc8KTN

In other words ....yes of course I do !

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Oh MY God! I know it’s no secret how much this turns me on, but every time I see an image like this, my heart rate instantly increases and it takes my breath away. I LOVE LOVE LOVE to see a Frantic Rock Hard “Denied” Cock while the woman naturally gets all the magisterial pleasure she wants. Now and then I confess to my loving husband that sometimes I really feel sorry for him, for all the orgasmic pleasure I’ve denied him over the years, when he is Always so generous and eager To Make Me Orgasm So Often. He always tells me “That’s Nonsense”, that he’s the luckiest man in the world and that I milk him "DRY" Often Enough.

If He wasn’t becoming (Impossibly) MORE Devotional towards me each week, I wouldn’t trust him so much and I wouldn’t believe him - Because Orgasms for me Feel Just SO Incredible; how could my sweetie enjoy habitual “Edging” Tease and Denial - It seems like absolute and endless Torture to me - I guess I’ll Never Understand? Anyways, My (Increasingly) Venerating Husband and I have been together now almost a decade, and if you add that up… I’ve for certain had at least 10,000 more Glorious Orgasms than my Darling by now. If what he says is true, that he DOES enjoy being teased and then routinely “Denied” his imminent Orgasm, then we truly ARE a match made in heaven; because, and I don’t know why, but I can’t help it… I LOVE LOVE LOVE My Virile Husbands Straining, HARD (Cock-Ringed) vein-filled, twitching, oh so desperate-to-cum - 9 inch Perfectly Curved, Joystick of a COCK.

The more I Tease, Torture and Deny his Beautifully Responsive (Magnificent) MANHOOD the Juicier and More Turned ON I get - The more it Pulsates and Throbs with such an Utter Raging Desperation, the Hotter and Hornier I get - AND the more his erection Helplessly Leaks, “Crys" and Oozes precum like a river, the wetter and hornier I ultimately get… and if my husband loves his Subordination SO MUCH as I Dominate and straddle his Face (Queening Him) why should I try and change him. He’s become quite Proficient at giving me Divine Orgasms and I Flood his Hungry Face or “Incarcerated” Joystick Daily… Boy am I ever so Grateful He’s ALL Mine. Here’s to a wonderful 2015, another year together for us - More Glorious Orgasmic Bliss for me than I can Imagine - More Libido Building Horny Frustration for Him, and more of Femdom Done Right!! To another year of at least 1,000 more orgasms you’ll be missing out on MY LOVE, compared to me - My Sweet Darling!

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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“The more he submits to you, and you reward him for it, the more he will want you to dominate, rule and control him. The more he strives to make your endeavors more enjoyable, the more you will naturally desire to “play” tease and torture him in the bedroom. Realize he needs that D&S interaction daily to keep him motivated. Encourage him to communicate his venerating affirmation to you routinely. Gently, Lovingly and Sensuously remind him how much he fundamentally needs that interaction with you. His persistent focus needs to be on meeting Your Needs both inside and outside the bedroom. The more he does this, the more natural it will become to him and the more you will naturally expect and demand it from him. He should get up each morning and mediate on how he can serve you his Queen and how He can Devote himself to you and please you. If you train and program him relentlessly to do this, the rest will take care of itself.”

I just wanted to see how long I could “Keep You"  Right on the Edge  Studmiffin, I actually Had No Intention of Allowing You to Cum Tonight…  We’re Just Cuddling…

Good Boy… You Know - That I Know, Whats  BEST  for Our Relationship.

In French, the blindman’s buff (the blindfolded game) is called “Colin Maillard”. It looks like it was called after the name of a warrior of the 10th century, who lost his eyes during a battle but continued to fight anyway. For this caption, I replaced the “o” of Colin by a “a”, to turn it into “câlin”, meaning hug, but which can also used as a cute way of calling sexual intercourse, like “special cuddle” for example. http://bit.ly/2XZ2pOt