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Updated 12/04 [M] I truly enjoy pleasing my wife, to the extent that I like her to take control during our sex play. I want and need her to tell me how to please. The more direction she gives me to this end, the more excited I get. I have yet to say no to any of her demands, of course we have mutual limitations, which makes this D/S relationship work for both of us. I love to give her multiple orgasms while she makes me wait for mine. Making her cum over and over brings my level of excitement to an amazing peak.

Updated 7/03 [F 35] My husband is the dominate one in our relationship. He is not mean or abusive but when he has something to say he says it and I usually agree with him. If I have an opinion one way or the other, I voice my opinion but for the norm in our house...He is the dominate person. I like knowing that I will be taken care of and I like knowing that he will guide and direct me into being a better wife. I guess to some it is all about D/s sex but to us it is an everyday lifestyle. We do carry it over into the bedroom as well though. I pretty much agree in there with anything he wishes. I know he will take care of my needs too. I guess in the bedroom I find it exciting to be told to do things like oral sex. If I did not trust him 110% though I would not be as willing to comply with what he tells me to do.

Updated 4/03 [M] You might be amused by this experience from some time ago; I don't know whether it fits into any of your topics. Perhaps the one on 'ladies being submissive' could be extended to 'ladies not being submissive', or 'men being submissive', as I guess I was!
I hadn't been seeing this lady for so long when, one evening, as was her usual habit, she was giving my cock a good squeeze when she stopped and asked whether he'd ever been 'nettled'. Had I what??? Well, I'd never been asked that before; moreover, I hadn't done it either! Naturally, I couldn't disappoint her, being a sport or at least trying to be one, so I asked her what she had in mind.
Her reply brought me up with a start; it wasn't the sort of thing I'd have expected from such a sweet, innocent-looking girl that I hadn't known for very long and who implied that she wasn't so experienced! Perhaps this girl had another side to her, with an interest in new and exciting games! Something to be encouraged. She suggested that she'd test my strength and resolve by nettling me, and that my willingness would demonstrate my affection for her! I'd agree unless I was a coward. Clearly, she'd made up her mind and anyway, I thought I was up to it; a challenge indeed. So I told her that she could do what she liked as long as she kissed me better afterwards wherever she applied the nettles. This was agreed; the only question was when. So I told her that she'd have to fix it up and that I'd be ready whenever she decided.
I must say that I went to our next few evenings together with some trepidation, not knowing when I'd be tested. But nothing. Then one Friday evening, when I'd begun to think that she'd changed her mind, we got back to her place after an evening out and she said that both her companions were away for the weekend so we had the house to ourselves. Great; uninterrupted fun for a couple of days, I thought. She must have seen the smile of anticipation on my face because she then announced that holy week was just about to start and that she was off sports with pmt. This had happened once before and of course I couldn't go near her. But she wanted company and lively entertainment to take her mind off it. And, of course, there was the slight problem of the big grump to go with it, poor girl. However, I saw it as a chance to show her what a considerate sort of guy I was, and look after her.
Now, before, when she was out of action, I just kept my head down as the atmosphere could be charged, to put it mildly. So when she said that she was going to entertain herself in a new way with me, I wondered what was up. Whatever it was, I'd better agree, just to avoid a flare up. She wanted me to shower and to reappear in just a towel; what's going on here, I thought, but just do as asked or else!
So I did. And as I came into her room, her plan was revealed; nettles! Oh boy; nettles in the hands of a girl in this state - I couldn't expect mercy. But I'd try anything to please her. Now I'd sometimes brushed nettles with my hand by accident, and although it had stung momentarily, it was nothing serious, so I didn't have much to fear, especially as she'd promised to kiss it better. Actually, I thought I'd got the better of the deal, as she was not really into oral things quite. I was just amazed that she'd had the idea in the first place; where had she got it from? A natural herbal remedy! Well, I didn't believe that!
Smiling at my uncertainty, she beckoned me over to her, whereupon she told me she had a surprise. But there was one thing first. And to enlighten me, she ran one hand up the inside of my leg, and grabbed my cock. As it stiffened to bursting-point, she told me what I'd already guessed about the nettling. Satisfied with my erect state, she whipped off the towel with the other hand, and then reached to cup my balls. Feeling and seeing their fully relaxed state, she exclaimed that this was just as she'd intended the hot shower to do. For sure, the weight of the testes was causing the maximum amount of sensitive skin to be exposed, so that any protection from the hair was minimal. My protests that this was not in the original deal - for the cock only - achieved nothing. I made a mental note to see if she had texts on torture methods on her bookshelves.
To pass the test, I had to remain erect while she nettled my balls. And she was ready to go, before the scrotum retracted; just to make sure it didn't, she held me tightly at the top. Why am I letting her do this, I asked myself. As a consolation, she'd hold my cock throughout, and I mustn't flinch. I had to take my nettling like a man, she explained. Well, a man wouldn't have agreed to this, for a start, but here I was.
Did I have a last request, she asked; like a blindfold? Of course, I was terrifically aroused by this attention, and determined to give a good performance, unless I fainted, that is. So I told her to get on with it and that I was ready.
Now a fresh, young nettle gently rubbed against the skin doesn't hurt much at first, but builds up after a few seconds, and so when she started on the front of the scrotum, the pain wasn't so much, and I had no trouble. Each time she touched, I twitched my cock because I knew this made her giggle; she indicated her appreciation with a little squeeze. And it helped me to dribble onto her hand, another thing she liked! But by the time she'd begun with a second nettle, around the back where there was less protective hair, I was beginning to feel quite a strong sensation, and to catch my breath. Did it hurt, she asked, probably because I wasn't twitching quite so strongly. Yes, I gulped, as I started to breathe deeply in an attempt to overcome it. And it was building up rather a lot, so that I wanted to jump up and down! I played it up a bit because she seemed to be enjoying herself! Fortunately, and perhaps because she didn't want me to collapse at that point, she stopped. Have I passed, I wanted to know between gasps. I had. What about your promise? Yes, she was coming round to that; would I like to lie on my back, or remain standing? Whereupon she didn't wait for a reply, but opening her lips slightly and inclining her head to avoid the cock, she leant forward and sucked as much flesh into her mouth as she could.
After a few seconds, she came away and asked if it hurt any less. Well it did; to finish, I had to be on my back. And so she kissed me better, finally drying my skin with a tissue and spraying me with a pain-reliever for stings. Hand cream applied sensuously with her lovely little fingers completed my recovery. I had passed with flying colours.
Then she announced that as I'd done so well, she had a special treat. Fearing what would be next, I asked hesitatingly. She replied that she was going to make sure that I'd not been harmed, and that everything was still in full working order. That could mean only one thing.
Watching me come always fascinated her above all else, and I did not disappoint her. It was just as well her flatmates weren't there because I'm sure they'd have heard me come so suddenly.
I never offered to repeat the performance with her, and neither did I discover where she'd got the idea from! I should say that I nearly dropped of my perch at the original suggestion, but afterwards, it seemed harmless enough, and we both laughed about it for some time. It was one of the many secrets we shared but I'm not sure whether I'd recommend it to others. I'm referring to UK nettles here; possibly tropical ones or others (if they exist!) are more severe. But if you and your partner just like playing about with each other, and that's a wonderful thing to do, then I can't see that there's any problem; maybe just start slowly. Perhaps people do it all the time, and I'm just ignorant!

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