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#FLR

Be careful what you wish for.

You be surprised on how many “sissy” have never tasted cum or wear panties or put stuff in their bussy

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Mrs Edge says that it might be easier for me if I just start thinking of the strapon as my “real” cock.

Back to the usual routine today. I shall take this opportunity to say thank you, N, for this "gift of service". I hope I do a good job.

Stop the Thrusting

I have recently been thinking on ways to ensure our lovemaking reflects our wife-led marriage. When people make love the woman usually lies there passively while the male thrusts into her giving them both pleasure. For the male, thrusting his hips is a biological urge hardwired into his brain as the way to have sex and dominate his wife.

I have decided to train my husband to never thrust his hips. On the rare occasions my husband is allowed to be inside me, I am always on top controlling the action. If he thrusts in the slightest, I climb off of him and it is over. His penis gets locked up and he finishes me with our strapon head harness, which is the only thing he is allowed to thrust with.

This changes the dynamic of our lovemaking. If he is inside me, His penis plays the passive role while my pussy hungrily engulfs and consumes him. Sometimes I like to just sit there on top of him with him inside me.

During his more regular releases with my hand, the same rules apply. He has to keep his hips perfectly still while I pleasure and manipulate his genitals or I stop touching him immediately. He has accidentaly ruined his own orgasms at times by losing control of himself just before cumming and i pulled my hand away. I just laugh at him while he growls in frustration, then kiss him and lock him back up. Poor baby!