#goodgirlsobey

My last orgasm was on Saturday. I was informed the next day that I better have enjoyed that ride because my orgasm privileges were being revoked for the week. No explanation given, I wasn’t in trouble.

Yes sir. I

It’s now DAY FOUR and I am losing my mind… My husband has groped at me, taken me from behind, twisted my nipples when I walk by, given me a long, gentle over the knee spanking while fingering me, woken me up with a vibrator… only to pull back when I start to get wet and send me on my way.

Last night I sat in my tight, itchy lace boy shorts writing “orgasms are a privilege given at my husband’s pleasure.”

100 times.

He knows tighter panties make me uncomfortable when I’m turned on. So I’m wearing jeans today. I never, ever wear pants. I’m most comfortable in skirts and dresses. But my devious husband lays out tight skinny jeans and lacy briefs when he knows I’m dying to cum or have a sore ass.

While we are apart all day, I think about him as the itchy lace presses into me and denim rubs the back of my thighs.

This week, obedience means ignoring my ever growing urge for orgasm and focusing on his needs, trusting I’ll have a sweet, so very worth it, relief when he says so. It’s putting on the itchy briefs that I’d never wear on my own bc he enjoys the view and wants me to feel the lace. It’s not whining and begging for relief or trying to manipulate him into granting me relief early. It’s initiating sex, as I often do, knowing it’ll be for his pleasure, holding myself back from grinding into the spots that would make me orgasm. It’s enjoying his groping, squeezing and rubbing without feeling it too fully, in case I go over the edge.

The orgasm when this week is over will be phenomenal… and can’t come soon enough! I don’t know what he has up his sleeve the next few days… I’d trade 24 hours plugged and a thigh spanking for relief right now, but submissives don’t barter.

We obey.