My Favorite Position

4a.Hold him accountable, 5. Allow him to participate either before, during or after, with r without Your Bull

This is maybe the most important part of it all.

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when pleasing Her is all that matters.

i have become Her ultimate lover as i am no longer allowed in Her. Just Her strapon and my tongue.

Once you get a taste.

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Welcome Home

One of the things I love about our relationship is that we have always greeted each other at the door when one of us comes home. It's warm, inviting, and makes you feel so loved. You can't wait to get home because you know there's a loving kiss waiting for you. I feel a little sad when others tell me they never bother to do this, as I find it a great opportunity to share intimacy.

Since I took over the reins of the relationship and made it wife-led, I decided that it would be fun to take it to a whole new level.

When I come home and he is able to greet me (didn't leave him locked in his kennel), I expect him to be on his knees when I walk through the door. I'll give him a passionate kiss while he kneels there with his hands clasped behind his back, and sometimes I will slap him across the face immediately after, and hold my hand out for him to kiss.

He gets up and takes my purse and hangs it up for me. Then he helps me off with my jacket and hangs it as well. My shoes are next and he usually kisses the top of each one before removing it from my foot.

At this point, if I was shopping, I tell him there are bags in the car for him to retrieve, as I never carry anything but my purse into the house anymore. I often leave him fettered when I'm gone, so he has to be careful and take tiny steps when fetching my purchases.

If it's groceries, he puts them away. Only then do I remove his fetters, and sometimes I'll leave them on even longer. If he is really trying to please me, he'll gag himself before I come home as I love seeing him gagged, and it remains in his mouth until I remove it myself.

But the real fun happens when he comes home from work. I like to get creative about how I greet him as I always want him to feel really excited about coming home to me. As I have explained before, femdom is my hobby, my passion, and I enjoy planning these situations almost as much as I love executing them. I can get myself all worked up just coming up with hot ideas. The poor thing doesn't know what to expect anymore when he pulls into the driveway. From the really extreme, to the mild, to nothing at all, anything can happen as I like to keep him guessing.

When he gets off of work, I expect him to call me on the ride home and tell me about his day. I will gauge the type of day he had, if he is tired, if he had a stressful day, or an easy one, and decide how I will greet him. No matter how crazy or tame, I always make sure he feels loved when he comes through that door.

Here's a few ways I have greeted him so far.

Last Thursday, when he arrived home and walked in the door, I was waiting there with a ball gag in hand. I gave him a sexy kiss and immediately gagged him with it. I ordered him to remove all clothing. A few steps away from the door, a dining room chair sat waiting with my leather paddle sitting on it. I sat down, pulled him over my lap, and gave him his weekly maintenance spanking right there. Our weekend got off to a fine start.

On a particularly stressful day about a month ago, I was waiting just inside the door when he got home. I gave him a loving kiss, helped him take off his jacket, and locked his fist mitts on. I led him to the couch, opened my shirt, and forced him to suckle my breasts for about an hour while kissing his forehead and whispering loving things in his ear. After hand feeding him supper, I made him an alcoholic drink and fed it to him in a baby bottle. I didn't take his fist mitts off until bedtime. I love getting to nurture him like this.

One time I sat on the front step waiting for him. When he pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, I opened the drivers door, kissed him, and pulled his deprivation hood over his head and laced it up. I lead him into the house by his leash. Once inside, I stripped him bare, bent him over and forced his prelubed buttplug into him. He was my blind, deaf dog until suppertime.

Usually once a week I will kiss him and stuff a gag in his mouth when he comes through the door. I will tell him "You have been with your equals all day and have been treated as one. You need to be reminded of your place when you come through that door. There are no equals here!" I will give him a light slap across the face and point at the floor. "Puppyluv" I will command, which makes him get down on his hands and knees and stay down there until I allow him up again. A few times I made him eat his supper off of a plate on the floor, no hands.

Every once in a while I let him catch me masturbating myself on the couch when he comes home and make him finish the job with his tongue. Afterwards, I push his nose into the corner and make him stay there until supper is ready.

A few times i have stripped him naked at the door, led him into the bedroom, kissed him, and forced him into his kennel, locking him in to relax and unwind while I make supper. One time I left him locked in and hand fed him his supper through the bars.

On a nice day when the weather was beautiful, I made him strip naked outside, locked his wrists behind him, tied his legs together, and left him on a blanket on the back lawn. I brought out a picnic basket and we had a lovely picnic, eating myself while hand feeding him his supper. Completely helpless. I rolled him on his back, sat on his face, and force fed him pussy for dessert.

But most often, I just greet him with a passionate kiss. I don't want to overdo it. If you have any great ideas for greeting your loved one when they come home, please leave it in the comments.

Day 5 of the spitroasting week