<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126</id><updated>2011-04-30T03:31:08.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhippedAlaska</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115972431768851413</id><published>2006-10-01T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:42:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover never really verbally apologized after her angry outburst but did let me orally serve her on a couple of nights. I was allowed in her on these occasions, but not allowed to cum. Lover said that this gift was to make up for the previous week. After a few days of this she slid back about half of the stones. She had slid over a large hand full of stones when she was pissed off at me the prior week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At denial day seven, Lover clipped me up with cloth pins and beat my nipples and thighs while stroking me to the edge a few times. I was again requested to service her and after a couple of orgasms she beat me with the Lexan paddle until my ass was cut and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both fell asleep on day eight. I was very horny, eight days is the longest I have been denied to date, but there was still a bit of a testy edge to our encounters and I was told that I would be allowed an orgasm until my attitude fully changed. Usually I am quite subservient at this point, but this time I was a bit more subdued, hurt and careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day nine. I was really dying for an orgasm and lover was in a testy, but teasing mood. She wasn’t interested in any efforts from me and told me to lay back. She had me put on my cock strap and proceeded to beat my thighs hard while working me up. After I was quite excited, she announced that she was going to “open me up again.” I got down the Lexan paddle and she proceeded to really lay into my already sore ass. Lover was quite pleased with the yelps and jumps that she was able to wrestle out of me. It was very hard and exhausting. I could tell that I was still paying for her sour mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was cut, bleeding and numb - lover had me go clean up and get a dark towel to lie on. As I was cleaning up I could hear her buckling up the straps on her cock harness. I came in to the lovely sight of her standing there wearing a large strap on. She proceeded to lay me on my back and pounded me hard while stroking me until I had an explosive orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was an orgasm outside of her, I was expected to take 40 strokes of the cane afterwards. My nipples were burning from the cloth pins and lover refused to take them off until I took my punishment. I presented her with the cane and then took my position. Usually she will back off a bit on the post orgasm strokes, but this time she really swung the thing. By the end of it, my cuts were flowing again and the cane was soaked with my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a dramatic change in our relationship of late. Lover no longer questions her own authority, and if I know what is good for me I won’t either. Drawing blood used to freak her out - the first site of a cut would pretty much put a stop to the scene. Now days she sees cutting me as a challenge and is more worried about it making a mess than how I might be squirming around. In the last month she has intentionally cut me every time that she has used the heavy paddle. Lover is pleased with the effects of limiting my orgasms. Mainly my better attitude and our increased focus on her needs and desires. Ass worship and lapping up after her pee appears to have given her dominant side a real boost. I expect that this will soon progress to catching her full output of piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Lover moved seven stones back over to the negative side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115972431768851413?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115972431768851413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115972431768851413' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115972431768851413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115972431768851413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-up.html' title='Make Up'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115890119702021445</id><published>2006-09-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:59:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Big Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/22-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/22-3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover has been in a weird mood and I don’t know what is up. For the most part things seem to be going well on all fronts – kids, jobs and our relationship. She generally agrees with my upbeat assessment of our current situation but is feeling hormonal waves and is not really able to get on top of her moods. I guess that it could be the start of menopause. I have been trying to really sooth the way for her and also keeping me and kid out of her way when she is in a crappy mood, but this morning was too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a wonderful evening with an old friend that is back for a few days visiting from Europe. I cooked a multi-course Chinese feast and we had a great time reminiscing. Our friend left at about 10:00 and chances looked good that my wife and I would continue our fun evening in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we prepared for bed, lover came in the room, got naked and turned on table lamp – always a good sign. She laid on her stomach and told me that her shoulder was sore and that I should lay on her and give her a back rub. This was all very sweet and after a bit of massaging I asked her if she would like me to go down on her. She enthusiastically said yes and before too much of that, she asked me to climb on top and enter her. I still had three rocks to go, so I knew that my relief was out of the question. I did my best to focus on her pleasure and hold my own at bay. Before the evening was over she enjoyed a number of orgasms on my mouth and penis, stopping me whenever I got close. As is often the case, she gets very wired after cumming - I was very horny but tired so I was quite happy to go to sleep. We kissed goodnight and she got up to work on the computer. I don’t have any idea how late she stayed up as I was out cold by the time she came to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover must have been tired because she woke up in a shitty mood. Kid was tired and uncooperative too and things soon escalated into a tense test of wills between the two of them. I tried to help by intervening in a calmer and more productive way. Mainly by trying to get her out of the way and helping the kid wake up and get dressed - as it was I was too late. She verbally snapped at the kid and then everyone was upset. I started to joke around with the kid to cheer him up and get him moving, and then she turned on me. “Do you want to get in trouble along with him?” Then she stormed over to our bowel of rocks and slammed a dozen over to the other side. All was tense until we parted for the day. I kissed her good bye and wished her a better rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if she will reconsider her temper and attitude this morning and move some of the rocks back or not. If she holds out, it will amount to 16 days without release – this would be double our current record. I am kind of pissed off now and am not sure how I should behave as a submissive. Should a submissive have a say in such matters? Should lover’s punishment be final, even when I think she is being unfair? Is it acceptable for me to ask her to reconsider? I am guessing that she will make some sort of effort to make things up, but I did break a cardinal rule. I questioned her handling of a situation with our child in front of the child. We generally try to provide a united front and discuss these matters in private after the fact. I still think that she was out of hand with the kid and a calmer approach would have been more productive. I am a bit confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115890119702021445?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115890119702021445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115890119702021445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115890119702021445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115890119702021445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-big-trouble.html' title='In Big Trouble'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115890081457545785</id><published>2006-09-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:53:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard spanking - Last weekend</title><content type='html'>It had been a while - with a house guest, then so business travel and all. She had only been able to sneak in a few quick pops with the cane. We finally a got a night alone, the kid was at a sleep over. I still had three rocks in the bowel so it was un-likely that she would let me have an orgasm just yet. Lover was excited and ready for play. She gave me lots of stroking and hard slaps to my inner thighs. I was very hard so she climbed on for a ride: warning me all along that I would pay dearly if I came.  Before long she had her first orgasm; I barely held out but was determined to not let go. After her first orgasm she laid back and let me go to work on her with my mouth - after a bit of this she climaxed hard against my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and fingers in both of her openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then told me to present her with a hard cock. I climbed on and tried to hold back, luckily she let me in deep and let me kiss her and play with her nipples. This slow rub sent her over one more time; she was very tender at this point and told me to lay back. She always has lots of energy after a bunch of orgasms and usually will go rough on me if I am to be spanked. Lover brought me to the edge with her hands while whipping my nipples, cock and thighs. I was then instructed to get out the heavy strop and the holy Lexan paddle. She gave me 20 hard strokes with the strop, and then grabbed the paddle. I stared counting as she began swinging, but she told me not to bother as she was going to beat me until she broke the skin.  The paddle is very hard and the drilled holes can cut fairly easily. Lucky for me she stopped and stroked my penis a few times to keep me excited. Her fore arm stroke broke the skin way before the other side. I was really high from the endorphins and my eyes were glassy. Finally she got a little bit of blood out of  my left side. She then told me to clean up, get a dark towel and lay back. After another two edging and cane strokes to my thighs, she let me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke the next morning, still no kid in the house. Lover was tender but let me in her gently for a while. When she tired of that she told me she was going to open me up again with the loud toys- since we still had privacy.  She got out the Lexan paddle and really went at my upper thighs and butt. I was quite sore from the previous night and not nearly as excited. This hurt like hell and I yelped, but managed to mostly keep position. Again the right side opened up sooner then the left. As it turns out she had let me off the night before on the left side. Only a tiny bit had opened up. Today she pounded away twenty or more times on the left to really open me up.  I was told to clean up and put on dark underwear. Later that day I was told to cut some switches - one heavy and one light.  She is going to tie me to the horse and use a strap on and switches on me later on. She say she really wants to fuck me hard and that I will not be allowed to cum for at least another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115890081457545785?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115890081457545785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115890081457545785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115890081457545785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115890081457545785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/hard-spanking-last-weekend.html' title='Hard spanking - Last weekend'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115851277663372676</id><published>2006-09-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:06:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover likes to have good vanilla sex. She wants a nice long sweet ride from me until she has a strong orgasm(s). Candace over at Wife Rules Roost would like the same, but she also wants her husband to endure long periods of orgasm denial. As a result, whenever he has the opportunity to have penetrative sex, he ejaculates way before she is able to derive her own pleasure. I expect that this is quite common in relationships that practice male orgasm denial- or for that matter, lots of vanilla relationships as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does orgasm denial and gratifying fucking have to be mutually exclusive? Not in my experience. Training the male to delay his orgasm in order to properly service his lover takes time. Standard training for premature ejaculation involves edging and hard squeezing at pressure points at the base of his cock. No doubt there are dozens of articles about this technique on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working at delaying my orgasm for a long time now. Intentional orgasm denial is relatively new to our relationship, but prior training and techniques have adapted quite well to the highly aroused state that I am frequently kept at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sincere in my efforts to be a true submissive to my wife. I am consciously trying to put my lover’s pleasure before my own. One aspect of our FML is that I am expected to follow lover’s orders. If I am told not to cum, I will do whatever possible to avoid doing so. I know that if I have any un-authorized orgasm I will be caned 40 hard strokes and go without another orgasm for a long time. If I am unable to follow her instructions it is a failure on my part and I am left mentally unsatisfied. If I am required to orally clean up the mess or pull out immediately when my contractions start, it will add to my humiliation of failing to properly serve my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past four days lover has been riding me hard and edging me with her hand. She has pushed me real close a couple of times and says that I will be beaten hard and go for two weeks without another orgasm if I don’t hold back.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best ways for me to prolong my orgasm is to focus on something other than how good it is feeling. Really paying attention to lover’s reaction and how I can give her more pleasure can help me to shift my focus away from my own pending release. Sometimes a hard rub that really gets lover going can be a little un-pleasant for me. I try and focus on whatever action is a bit uncomfortable for me (like pressing on my bladder) but is working well for lover’s excitement. I will put extra pressure on this point and watch for lover’s response. Another method is to go deep and sweet, a deep hard slow rub without fast in and out thrusts will give her clitoral stimulation but not necessarily get me over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully understand the benefits of orgasm denial, but I am not sure that it has to be an endurance contest for it to work effectively in a relationship. We have pushed it to nine days, but lover wants traditional loving intercourse, with us cuming together, more often than that. I think that it is worth assessing what it is that you looking for in having the man in extended denial. For us, the benefits of denial are my increased attention and submission. Lover is working to make sure that I am attentive, romantic and submissive no matter what my orgasm schedule is. The point is that she is in charge of all of my orgasms and I am expected to behave - period. We no longer have any arguments about sexual frequency and we only have sex when she is interested. This might be two days in a row or once every nine days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115851277663372676?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115851277663372676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115851277663372676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115851277663372676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115851277663372676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-faithful.html' title='Old Faithful'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115829849378098518</id><published>2006-09-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:34:53.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is hers to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a key component to having a successful FLR, is the strict control of the male’s orgasm. I guess that I am a normal male in that I would pretty much enjoy having sex of some sort most everyday. Prior to my wife and I entering into a FLR agreement, the only real recurring gripes that we had in our marriage were related to my excessive interest in cumming and my tendency towards being a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten years of marriage, lover was getting bored with our normal routine and was feeling that I was not putting enough effort into romancing her. I somewhat expected sex to be a natural right of marriage and lover felt that I was taking her for granted. I would usually respond to her complaints with increased attempts at wooing her. I would give her baths, massages, chocolates, flowers and increased oral attentions to name a few thing. Our sex life would heat up for a while and we both would be satisfied, but before long we would drift back into our vanilla routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have always understood that no means no, after a few nights of her falling asleep, or flat out telling me she wasn’t interested. My feelings would be hurt and I would pull back and get quiet. Finding titillation on the internet was easy and there was no lack of the type of stories that turn me on. S&amp;M stories of strict wives working over their obedient hapless males. These images fueled many nights of masturbation and the more that I beat off; the less I was interested in putting forth the effort necessary to re-attract my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually as my mood dropped, lover would relent with a nominal servicing. Usually this would leave her a bit pissed off - I would be physically satisfied but feel emotionally shallow. Of course it wasn’t always like this, but this is basically a generalized tale of the normal cycles that we went through together as a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time I was finding more and more female dominant material on the internet. Sites like Elise Sutton’s, Akasha’s web and DWC, clarified ideas and feelings that I had been having for a long time. I introduced my wife to some of this information and she eventually agreed to attempt some of the methods mentioned on these sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a number of starts and stops we came up with a number of things that were really started working for us. Lover was really beginning to understand how these techniques could give her more satisfaction and me what I was asking for. Orgasm denial proved to be pivotal in providing the motivation that I needed to really put my wife’s sexual needs before my own. The Uniquely Rita site, &lt;a href="http://www.msrika.com/joy.htm"&gt;http://www.msrika.com/joy.htm&lt;/a&gt; clarifies it better than I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lover has taken to being completely in control of when and how I am allowed an orgasm. My orgasms only happen when she feels like it, and I pretty much have to earn every one by being kind and attentive to her needs. By having her in control, there is no reason to get upset about the frequency of my release; it is not up to me. I am not allowed to masturbate to orgasm, but I am required to keep myself up and excited if she is sleeping or not in the mood. In this way it is like there is always sexual energy in the house, even if I am getting fewer orgasms than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of allof this I have become very conscious of leaving my things lying around the house and have doubled up on my part of the chores - such as doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom. All in all, the minor scuffles between us have been greatly minimized and we are more in love than we have been for years. When we have sex I feel like it is a great gift of love. It is often as exciting and rewarding as the first few weeks of our relationship. How many older married couples with young children can say that? When I do cum it is explosive and well worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115829849378098518?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115829849378098518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115829849378098518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115829849378098518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115829849378098518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-hers-to-say_14.html' title='It is hers to say'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115817406124970232</id><published>2006-09-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:01:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/5075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/5075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover was in a good mood the other night. She told me that she would probably want some attention later that evening. Though not really apologizing for her mood and temper of the past days, she was very sweet to me and helped out while I made dinner. After dinner, lover took the kid up to prepare for bed while I cleaned the kitchen and ran an errand that she had asked me to do for her. While putting the kid down, lover fell asleep. This is common in our house and unless she has specifically told me to wake her up, I am to let her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of blog reading I went to bed. I put on my cock strap and cloths pins on my nipples and then stroked away for ten minutes. These are normal instructions on nights that lover falls asleep. I was tired and very horny, but I fell asleep quickly after putting away my toys. It was going to be just another night sleeping alone, with the thought that I would go to day nine without a release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around midnight, lover came in and woke me up by squeezing my nipples hard. My nipples are always sensitive, especially after nightly clip time, and they pretty much are a direct switch to my penis. Once I was fully awake she instructed me to make her wet, then climb on top of her. I was very hard and excited from the week of denial and she was quite pleased with that. I managed to give her one sweet ripple orgasm and kept going until I was near a point of no return. She had not said whether I would be allowed to cum, so I slowed down and informed her that I would be unable to continue without cummig. She told to me keep going but wait until she was ready and cum with her. We exploded exactly at the same time and I was able to stay hard long enough to give her another small ripple orgasm. She was really worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held each other warmly with me still inside her, until she said “are you ready”. “Am I ready”? She didn’t feel like getting up and wanted me to go down on her and clean up all my mess. I had been fantasying about this for a long time and mentioned it to her many times before, but it was a bit of a surprise because she had always said she thought it was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover has no interest at all in pleasuring me with her mouth, and certainly not to the point of my cumming. This is one activity that has come to an end since we started up our female led relationship. Lover has made me taste my sperm many times before and I have gone down on her for clean up after much of my load had already been expelled. Now she was expecting me to clean up every bit of eight days worth of pent up release. I asked her if she was sure a couple of times, and she ordered me down to “clean it all up, Now”. Once again, the excitement of my fantasies are a bit diminished after I have been allowed a release. I reluctantly complied and she contracted hard to make sure that I got everything. Though she had mentioned before that she thought this was a bit gross, my efforts excited her intensely. She held me down and I continued licking up the soft and creamy fluid until she had another violent orgasm. What fun, her intense pleasure very much offset the slight distaste of my own fluids. I was delighted that she had followed through on this and had enjoyed herself so thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning during breakfast she told me how much she had enjoyed herself and how she now understood why women request this activity. She then told me that I would be cleaning her up on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115817406124970232?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115817406124970232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115817406124970232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115817406124970232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115817406124970232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/clean-up.html' title='Clean Up'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115759970492308058</id><published>2006-09-06T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:28:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial without the tease</title><content type='html'>Lover has decided to force my further submission by extending the period of my orgasm denial; limit her amount of sexual teasing and restrict access to her body. For the past week I have been allowed some cuddling before she turns her back to me and tells me to go to sleep.  She stroked and teased me a little the other night and then moved the “O” stone to the good side to keep me guessing and motivated. The last of six rocks has remained in place for the past two days and I am told she will move it over and allow me an orgasm only when she feels like it.  Lover says that the stones are only one indicator of my current status – they are more a tool for my correction and motivation than as a requirement for her to do anything for me in return. She is the “Final answer” of when I am to be allowed a release.  I continue to be required to wear cloth pins on my nipples for at least five minutes each night... I have been given permission to touch myself only while the clips are on. Monday night she yelled up the stairs to me, “15 minutes, good night”, then she went in to sleep with our son. Masturbating to orgasm is out of the question. I am very pent up at the moment and find it harder to take this in good spirit without the physical contact and sexual teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently have a house guest and lover has been busy. She is in a bad mood and has had little or no interest in sex. Early this morning she got up to pee and asked me, “Aren’t you going to follow me”. I jumped out of bed and did my expected clean up; she let me linger there for maybe thirty seconds and then went back to bed.  I was very excited by this and she clamped my penis hard between her legs. She would allow nothing more. She told me that the six day mark is generally the beginning of a dangerous time for me – my mood tends to be fragile from this point on (we are currently at 7 days). I was warned to control my mood and watch my behavior.  As far as I can remember she has only pushed me to eight days once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that a big part of my submission and interest in female domination is mental and in large part driven by fantasy. Lover has played along with me on this for years; but recently she has become quite comfortable engaging in a real Female Led Relationship. Lover has come to appreciate and expect the benefits of being in charge. I have been told that from now on she is going to require actual submission from me.  I will be attentive to her needs without any expectation of sexual reciprocation. This is no longer going to be sexual fantasy play - now we are playing on her terms. I was again reminded that this was initially my idea and asked if I would like to stop everything. I am both excited and physically frustrated, but it is what I asked her for.  It will be interesting to see how far she pushes me and what my reaction to it will actually be.  It is looking like I might find that out before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover is currently in a crappy mood.  Our FLR provides me with the tools to deal with this in a positive and helpful manner. I must double my efforts to please her and try to smooth out the stresses in her life.  I trust that she will dole out whatever she feels is the appropriate amount of sexual pleasure to meet my basic needs. She certainly knows where my buttons are and has the power and ability to provide me with intense joy.  For now lover is in the mood to drive home the point of what having her truly in charge of our relationship means. In the next few days I will tread as lightly as I can and hope that I can keep my mood up as I become more sexually frustrated.  I am going out of town this weekend and if she chooses to keep me from cumming before I leave, it will be about 13 days of denial before I return. This is a very long time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115759970492308058?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115759970492308058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115759970492308058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115759970492308058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115759970492308058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/denial-without-tease.html' title='Denial without the tease'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115741962896399423</id><published>2006-09-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:27:08.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/toss%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/toss%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned one stone extra last week for a flip remark about lover’s mother. I nearly received another in my clumsy attempt to recover. She laughed at me and said, “Keep it up if I would like a handful of stones moved”. I immediately shut up of course. Before our FLR, I probably would have continued shoving by foot further in my mouth and the little affair would have escalated into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, stresses with daughter and ex- wife grew out of control and all of this on top of the arrival of lover’s exceptionally heavy period. Conditions were dangerous and I doubled my efforts to be sweet and helpful around the house. Lover was served a number of nice dinners and really didn’t have to lift much around the house for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress was weighing hard on me but my service to lover helped much to keep me on task. My stones were all moved to the good side after six days, but the O-stone stayed in place. Finally on day seven I noticed that the Orgasm stone had moved. I had really helped her out and kept my sub demeanor intact through some very trying times. Lover informed me that I would be getting the “missile” that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Missile is a large heavy pool toy that I found at the Thrift Store. It is over two inches wide and quite long. It takes every bit of concentration and relaxation that I can muster to take it all the way up to the fins. Lover is very slow and careful inserting it into me, though she watches to make sure that I am being pushed a bit. It is amazing how she can read me, we have been enjoying anal play for many years now, but this thing really is my limit. She also allows me to communicate with her to make sure she isn’t really hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During rests in the pushing, she beat my thighs and nipples and stroked me to the edge a few times. She finally was able to get it all of the way in. It probably took twenty to thirty minutes in all. After she achieved her goal, she stroked me hard and fast while fucking me with the missile. It didn’t take much of this before I was going to explode. I asked her permission to cum and she nodded yes and sped up her tempo. Squeezing against this massive toy and the build up of seven days caused me one of the most violent Orgasms in memory. I screamed and she kept at it until I was fully drained. Lover is so wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was an external orgasm (outside of her) I was to clean up and immediately and present myself for a 40 stroke caning. Lover gave me no mercy; she asked if I had ever treated my mother as badly as my daughter was treating us. I admitted that I had, she pull back the cane and said this is for your mother. She had me singing and dancing before she was through. I was left with my butt sore, widely stretched and cane stripes to remind me of my conduct for the week to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115741962896399423?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115741962896399423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115741962896399423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115741962896399423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115741962896399423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/blast-off.html' title='Blast Off'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115723562364184904</id><published>2006-09-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:20:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/imagesP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/imagesP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking lover if there are more ways that I could serve her. I am currently covering all the cooking and many of the household chores. I asked her if I might assist her with her personal care and hygiene. Back rubs and bathing her are already fairly common events at our house, and occasionally she will let me kiss and clean her rear end. I hoped I might be able to clean her up with my tongue after her peeing sometime. She told me that she would think about it. A few days later I was summoned to the bathroom. She told me to get on my knees and wait for her to finish peeing. When she did I was to clean her up and not miss a drop. I dove right in as instructed, hoping that it wasn’t going to be more than I really wanted, but I was quite surprised to find that the taste was not at all unpleasant. In fact I really enjoyed myself, and it snapped me right into a very submissive space. I admit that I was at 5 or 6 days without and orgasm, so it doesn't take much at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy in love with her and would do most anything that she asked, but what really surprised me was that she really enjoyed this too. Now I am summoned whenever she wishes and this has become a regular activity for us. I was given four days off for the heavy part of her period, but had me back down before the week was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work the other day I got a call from her and she told that now every time she urinates, she thinks of me and gets excited. I guess this kind of workes both ways. What do people think of training from the bottom? It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I sure am happy with the outcome. She told me that I would be taking on more of her personal care in the near future. I think that her rough feet and toe calluses are going to be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115723562364184904?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115723562364184904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115723562364184904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115723562364184904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115723562364184904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/09/reverse-training.html' title='Reverse Training'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115699838853805690</id><published>2006-08-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:26:28.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard wired from the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/images5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning up the other day and found my baby book. One of my mother’s entries caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect baby until 9 1/2 mo.&lt;br /&gt;Very contented &amp;amp; unspoiled. Then learned to crawl - since then never still. Now at 13 mo gets into everything and &lt;strong&gt;laughs at you when he gets spanked&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change, though it would be a very bad idea for me to laugh at lover while she was spanking me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115699838853805690?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115699838853805690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115699838853805690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115699838853805690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115699838853805690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/hard-wired-from-start.html' title='Hard wired from the start'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115691306325464058</id><published>2006-08-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:44:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional House Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to strive to be more submissive and put lover’s needs and wants before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to ask lover for an audience to speak to her about things that might be bothering me. I will be punished if I hold in my anger and am silent with her. When granted an audience with her I am to speak in a respectful, loving and adult manner - then take steps to solve and move beyond the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to set a good example for my son.&lt;br /&gt;I am to share fully in all the chores and childcare and voluntarily take on any additional chores to ease lover’s burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to make a nice meal each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to make sure the toilets are always clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to make sure that the kitchen floor is clean and scrubbed (she practices yoga in the kitchen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover is never to have an empty glass - I am to ask if she would like anything else before her glass is dry. This applies to any women visiting our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to be aware of my conduct towards women and honestly report any insensitivity or infractions on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to be helpful and polite to all women in my presence. I am to open doors, help with packages, wait for them to pass in front of me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to wait my turn to speak. I am not to interrupt any women while she is speaking. This applies to work, socially and in the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to touch any of lover’s private parts without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No means no. I am allowed to ask for something, but lover’s decision is final and I am not allowed to ask again. This is not just sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to suggest that I give her a spanking (even if she has been bad). This is considered a serious infraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to ask for permission to touch my penis for reasons other than cleaning or peeing. Appropriate private scratching is allowed in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to wear cloths pins on my nipples for at least five minutes per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my orgasms are lover’s property ..... period. Lover’s sexual needs and wants are always to be put before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will receive 40 cane strokes after any orgasm outside of lover. Lover likes sweet intercourse and oral sex for her orgasms. If I am told to masturbate, or she decides to pleasure me in this way; I am to clean up immediately, present her with a cane and bend over the chair to take the strokes. If she is tired or I beg for an exemption, ten additional strokes per day will be added to the 40 I will get after my next orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow jobs are not part of our FLR. Lover does not like to give them, and I am not to ask for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promises to be attentive, and put effort into maintaining a Female Led relationship.&lt;br /&gt;She will be resolute and firm - but also fair.&lt;br /&gt;She will acknowledge her mistakes, though I may pay for them.&lt;br /&gt;She will take full responsibly for my orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;If I am to be spanked, it will be very hard.&lt;br /&gt;She will not cause lasting harm.&lt;br /&gt;She will communicate with me about any of her problems with me.&lt;br /&gt;She will use the “stones” to address minor problems.&lt;br /&gt;She will use me as her whipping boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115691306325464058?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115691306325464058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115691306325464058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115691306325464058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115691306325464058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/additional-house-rules.html' title='Additional House Rules'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115679832622678368</id><published>2006-08-28T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:19:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/toss%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/toss%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By eight days I was kind of a mess, I don’t really remember going that long without at least masturbating. Perhaps I have when she was pregnant, but certainly not after being teased to the edge of orgasm a few times each night for the last four days of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recovered pretty well from our scuffle the night before, but I knew that I would pay for it when the heavy paddle came out. After the whipping horse and toy box were in place and the windows covered. She had me lie down on my back for clothespins on my balls and nipples and gentle cuddling and stroking of my penis. I was then tied hands and feet to our spreader bar, thus leaving my legs wide open and my thighs and penis fully exposed. She began to beat my thighs, lightly at first using a leather paddle. Next came the crop, switches and finally full power swings of the holy lexan -mother of all paddles. She mixed in lots of cock stroking and nipple beating to keep me from losing it completely. Lover was not pleased with the lack of marks - so she laid into my thighs more with the lexan paddle. This thing is wicked; the holes in it are sharp enough to cut the skin after a few swats. As much as I hate this thing, my penis gives me away every time- after real hard smacks she strokes me furiously and I always get very, very hard. She kept at it until there were deep red marks all over my thighs. I was a bit tired and my threshold wasn’t what it can be. I was unlocked from the bar and enjoyed going down on her until she had two orgasms. Then she put a bolster under me and gave me twenty vicious stripes of the heavy leather strop to my ass. I had asked for a hard beating and by now I knew I was really going to get what I asked for. After the strap I got tied down to the horse and beat a hundred strokes with a series of heavy switches, canes and crops. I was exhausted and fully cut up by now. She laid me down now and put on her strap-on and fucked me wildly while stroking me until I hard and violent orgasm. I don’t know that I have ever been so spent, both emotionally and physically - it had been a rough week with my daughter. I laid there motionless for probably ten minutes. After clean up, loving thanks to lover and some cuddling. I passed out and had the best sleep I’ve had in weeks. She is so wonderful, she spared me with the post orgasm 40 cane strokes, but I have been getting ten penalty strokes of the cane every night and will receive the 40 when I am next allowed an orgasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115679832622678368?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115679832622678368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115679832622678368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115679832622678368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115679832622678368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-night.html' title='The Big night'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115670053509455645</id><published>2006-08-27T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:55:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/toss%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/toss%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover and I have been crazy in love recently and last week I was given eight days without an orgasm. I am responding very well to extended orgasm denial and as a result the time between my orgasms is being steadily increased. Lover has been very busy with the start up of school and she needs the extra service and obedience from me. She is quite pleased with my double service on house chores and child care, but most of all she loves my affection, helpful attitude and attentiveness. These are all things we have been striving for in our marriage all these years. During the week I did all of the childcare, laundry, cooking and cleaning. I was very pleased to serve her and make her life a bit easier during her tiring and stressful week. We normally share most of the housework - as we both work full time and there just wouldn’t be time for me to handle everything for her. I am a good cook and I always do all the cooking. I received no physical attention during the first half of the week because my wife was working late and was very tired . Lover got a few back rubs, but she mostly needed to be left alone and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having serious problems with my older daughter and am fighting to not become depressed with the helpless situation we are in. Mid-week I asked lover if she might help me out of my growing emotional slump by giving me a very hard beating if things slowed down for her a bit on the weekend. Intense sessions are very cathartic for me; they force me to focus on nothing else but the intensity of the moment. The endorphins that are released help me overcome stress and I have become rather addicted to the chemical rush. After all I had been doing around the house that week lover was happy to help me out, but she laid out two conditions. First: I would have no orgasm until she was able to find the time for the beating. Second: it would be a very hard session; she would beat me until I was heavily marked on the fronts and back of my thighs and butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the rest of the week she gave me extended teasing to the edge and paddled and caned me sore in preparation for the weekend. These were wonderful evenings that included me giving her massages and numerous oral orgasms. Lover demanded controlled intercourse - I was forbidden an orgasm but ordered to make sure she got hers with me inside her. This is not an easy task, but she has been training me for the past year and it all went quite well. She had lots of orgasms while making very sweet love to me. Every time that I got close, my head was back down between her legs until it was safe for me to resume the sweet fucking. Whipping my penis helped to slow things down a bit too. My nightly five minutes of clothespins on my nipples was extended and my nipples were beat until I jumped at her touch. All of this attention kept me up and very horny - even as the situation with my daughter and ex. wife had escalated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday (day 7), I spent the day with my son at the beach gathering stones and playing around (see my last post). I cleaned the house and bought my wife a really beautiful sweater. My son and I brought treats and the gift to her at work. Lover told me that she would be home in an hour and that I should go home and make her dinner. She completely forgot the time and kept working, while my lovely platter of sushi sat on the table and got warm. She called later on and had me pack it and bring in along to the kids event that had planed for us that evening. Had I not been in total sub mode and had had a recent orgasm, I would have been pissed (this really works.) Lover was very sorry and apologetic and later that evening she worked over my thighs with switches and the "holy paddle" while stroking my penis hard. My eyes glazed over from the endorphins. I made love to her with my mouth and cock, but was not allowed to cum myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was my eighth day without an orgasm and my balls were aching. Lover had told me that she would beat me that night and that I would be allowed to cum afterwards. I was excited and horny as hell. I put the kid to bed -while she played on the computer. Unfortunately I nearly fell asleep with my son, and when I woke back up I really hoped that my wife would be ready to spend time with me. Instead, the bed was un-made and our bedroom was still a mess with baskets of clean clothes and sheets. Lover was still on the computer messing with spam and email. I was pissed; I made the bed and dropped hard emotionally. Was it too much for me to ask that she help out a bit? I was really happy serving her but I was very tired and needed to cum. I kept my mouth shut about it, but she read me like a book, and got pissed off at me for not saying anything to her. I finally told her what was bothering me (much of it my daughter). We talked and she played with me for a minute - but it was a lost cause for me. We both turned over and turned out the lights - still upset at each other. What a drag, our FLR had been taking care of these small scuffles for us. After a bit, I snuggled up to her and apologized. We cuddled for awhile, both fully awake by now, and then slowly talked about trying the loving again. The lights came up and the toys came out. I had lost my promised orgasm for the night, but after a beating and teasing for me and oral sex for her - we fell asleep happy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I really got it...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115670053509455645?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115670053509455645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115670053509455645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115670053509455645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115670053509455645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115661855604654985</id><published>2006-08-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:47:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/1600/aug%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3720/3639/320/aug%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I previously posted a list of house rules and associated punishments that my wife and I drew up about a year ago. Although the punishment tallies were far too complicated and tedious for lover to have to keep track of, the rules and chores have largely held. In fact they have grown considerably while the number of orgasms that I am allowed has markedly shrunk. I am no longer allowed to masturbate unless I am ordered to do so in her presence. She has come to realize the benefits of a female led relationship and strict control of my orgasms, and now says that my time between cumming will continue to be stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of corporal punishment for a masochist is perhaps a bit silly - though lover certainly has figured out ways to make the punishment way less than enjoyable. I am truly a submissive as well as someone who enjoys pain in a sexual context. It would pretty much have to be abuse for me to really mind a beating too much. I would not intentionally disobey or provoke my lover. Though I do miss-behave and occasionally throw out a dark mood or smart-assed word or two. Just to know that I have displeased my wife is truly upsetting to me; after all I am the one that asked for her to engage in all of this. But for her to maintain order in the household, she is not going to let me off with just a heartfelt apology alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked at length about what a real punishment (i.e. deterrent) might be for my breaking rules. While reading somewhere on Ms. Rita’s wonderful site, I came across mention of a couple that uses stones as a way of accounting for the male’s good and bad behavior. I told my lover about it and she thought that it was a great idea. So, last weekend my son and I took a walk on the beach and collected a bag full of pretty small beach rocks. Later that evening I presented lover with the stones and she chose a few handful of the ones that she like the most. All but two of the stones are similar in their dark grey color and size. One small stone is a pretty light green color and the other is larger and has a distinct white circle on the dark rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works for us. The stones were placed on one side of a nice carved wooden tray. At any time that she decides I merit it, she moves a rock over to the bad side. When a rock is moved to the bad side it represents at least one more day before I will be allowed an orgasm. If I piss her off she might move over a handful of stones. The green stone means that I am in big trouble and that a serious punishment will result. The “O” stone means that an orgasm is in my near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm denial is a major component in our female lead relationship. My wife has determined that I am at my best behavior when I have had at least five days since my last orgasms (I begin to fall apart at eight days - but that will soon change, I am told). After every orgasm, five or six stones are automatically moved over to the right side of the tray. If I am real good, one of these stones might be moved over to the good side. I am always expected to be good and finish my chores so it really has to be special to get a stone moved to the good side. If lover feels that she is really out line she may even give me the “O” stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great benefits of this plan is that any gripe can in a sense be dealt with immediately. With kids and jobs and so on, it was often quite a while before things could be properly dealt with and tensions sometimes grew. It also stops an argument very quickly, when she starts moving stones and says if I would like her to keep going then just keep it up. If I am already at my five or six day mark the last thing that I want to have happen is for a hand full of stones to be moved over. It is also somewhat silent - if she is pissed off - she doesn’t have to say a thing and can avoid having us escalate into harsh words or actions. She never wants to beat me when she is upset. She just slides the stones over and we talk later at a calmer moment. I can see what she is up to and know that it is in my best interest to change or correct my behavior immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115661855604654985?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115661855604654985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115661855604654985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115661855604654985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115661855604654985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115654200852668196</id><published>2006-08-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:40:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Contract</title><content type='html'>I will be respectful, attentive, compassionate, and obedient at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover has complete control of all of my sexual activity. My orgasms are a gift and privilege granted to me at lover’s discretion. Lover may revoke this privilege at any time, for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will faithfully follow all house rules as outlined or additionally determined by lover. Any failure to follow rules will be grounds for punishment. Discipline will be noted at the time of infraction and applied at lover’s earliest convenience. Punishment will include hard physical chastisement without any sexual attention, and any or all of the following: additional domestic chores and loss of orgasm privileges. Other additional privileges may be revoked at lover’s discretion depending on the severity of the infraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover will provide two orgasms per week at her discretion. One additional self-administered orgasm may be allowed per week under the following conditions: &lt;br /&gt;One approved toy and stroking may occur after 10:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;An additional approved toy may be added with stroking after 10:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;After 10:30 I will be allowed to complete my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover may tell me not to orgasm on any night she chooses; otherwise I am allowed to follow the above schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No orgasm will be allowed until outstanding punishment demerits have been cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any external orgasms (outside of lovers vagina) will be charged 40 strokes of the cane. These will be applied immediately following an orgasm or at lover’s earliest convenience. I get an additional ten extra strokes added for each days delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;1st infraction    10 firm with *h.p. and or spoon&lt;br /&gt;2nd. infraction   20 firm with h.p. and or spoon&lt;br /&gt;3rd. infraction   40 firm with h.p. ,spoon or cane plus loss of one “O” and an additional chore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;1st infraction    20 firm with h.p., spoon or cane&lt;br /&gt;2nd. infraction   40 firm with h.p.,spoon  or cane plus loss of one “O” and one additional chores&lt;br /&gt;3rd. infraction   80 firm with h.p. ,spoon or cane plus loss of two  orgasms plus two additional chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;1st infraction    40 firm with h.p. and or spoon&lt;br /&gt;2nd. infraction   80 firm with h.p. and or spoon plus loss of two “O”&lt;br /&gt;3rd. infraction   160 firm with h.p.,spoon or cane plus loss of all  orgasms for the week and three additional chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Large lexan holy paddle- a very serious paddle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115654200852668196?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115654200852668196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115654200852668196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115654200852668196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115654200852668196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-contract.html' title='First Contract'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115630998638319313</id><published>2006-08-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:13:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front to back I guess. We are a loving married couple that has been together for around eleven years now. While we were dating I introduced my lover to some light domination and S&amp;M play. At first she was reluctant to wield a whip and paddle, but we were very much in love and quite sexually frisky, so she decided to take a swing at it.&lt;br /&gt;Things progressed, we married had a kid, jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time our play has been all over the place -life stresses and a kid. Me pushing her limits too far at times, her surprising me with her intensity at others. It was pretty much something that she gave me as a gift because she new I really loved it. She didn’t despise it, she got lots of loving and we could talk more about what she liked and disliked, but it just wasn’t her deal. We ebbed and flowed between good old-married vanilla, and me getting spanked quite hard while she used a strap-on on me until I exploded. She was always given lots of oral pleasure and I adored her, but she got a bit turned off by having to be on and constantly coming up with harder pleasures to surprise me. She was responsible for one infant already and didn’t need another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her to relax about it all and turn it more into a lifestyle and not just sexual  game. She could get what she wanted done, and all she had to do was be in charge. She tried this a bit - we wrote up a contract and assigned strict chores and a complex and un-workable punishment schedule. This sort of worked and she basically indulged me. It really was part of her personality to be in charge; she was at work and she really was at home and in bed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time we were having weekly lunch dates with friends, who happened to be lesbians that played with light spanking and control. This was really great for us because we all could talk a bit and my “kinks” were somehow normalized in my wife’s eyes. Other people out there spanked their partners until they were marked and it was cool. Then there was our hook-up to the internet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End part one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115630998638319313?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115630998638319313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115630998638319313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115630998638319313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115630998638319313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start?'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33181126.post-115627985736092777</id><published>2006-08-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:50:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just on.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'll try and keep this up. More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33181126-115627985736092777?l=whippedalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/115627985736092777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33181126&amp;postID=115627985736092777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115627985736092777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33181126/posts/default/115627985736092777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whippedalaska.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-on.html' title='Just on.'/><author><name>Selmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513794342409107119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
