About this time last month he had gotten a bit out of hand. As you all know, he was promoted at work late last year, and he is very successful in his new position. Publicly this has been so good for both of us. Privately it has given him an inflated ego. Couple that with me being too busy with work and school to properly discipline and train him, and you can imagine the nightmare he has been.
My busy schedule has also made it so that I have not yet had the chance to cuck him. This is by far one of the biggest disappointments of this year for me, as I really had hoped to have made this a regular part of our sex life by now.
About a month ago, pup decided that the lack of cucking, and my diminished availability for play were due to my lack of interest in either. He used this opportunity to make a play for control, attempting to at least get himself on equal footing with me in this relationship, and at best, switch roles (him dominating and me submitting). Before I tell you, I'll give you all a minute to ruminate over how well you think THAT went over with me and the thoughts it gave me of punishment....
|Thats actually a real picture of a past punishment with puppy ;)|
As you can imagine, it did not go well. It became clear to me that my typically busy schedule needed to be cleared for at least one evening, and my pup needed to be reminded of just who has the cock in this relationship.
I had pup come over that Saturday evening. He had been caged all day, and I had him wear panties to see me. We sat on the couch and watched TV for a little while. About 10 minutes in, I ordered him to expose himself. Those of you familiar with our contract will remember that all I need do is utter the phrase "reveal and display", and he must pull his clit out and leave it exposed for my amusement as long as I tell him to.
I pulled out my handled ruler. For the next half hour, I virtually ignored him, save for the occasional crack on the clit with my ruler. After each blow, he was instructed to thank me for the training I was giving his pathetic clit.
When I grew tired of that, I had him put his dirty clit away. I climbed on top of him, pinning his hands down. He instantly looked nervous and excited at the prospects this held, and I could feel under me that his clit was as excited as his face indicated.
What proceeded was a mixture of kissing and talking that pretty much erased all thoughts of switching roles that pup might have had. When I sit like that- on top of him, pinning his hands, pup knows that he is not to 'do' anything. I kiss him. He is not permitted to kiss back. I touch him. He is not permitted to touch me. I may nibble, bite, scratch, stroke, caress, etc whatever I like. He must sit still and quiet.
....to be continued...with our own pics ;)