Introduction

We are a deeply devoted couple. I am a professional in my mid-50s, highly educated, accomplished, and respected in my field. Ms Raven, my beloved wife, is in her 40s--brilliant, educated, and a force in her own right. For over 20 years, we've been happily married, building a life together, navigating the inevitable storms, and always finding our way back to each other, --closer, more honest, more naked in every sense of the word. She is my everything in this world as the sun rises and sets with her.

Our bond has only deepened over time, made stronger through an unshakable trust and a willingness to strip away any pretense, to explore the edges of who we are both individually as well as a couple. A true and defining moment in our journey was the discovery that I am, at my core, submissive to only her. I was meant to serve, to worship, to kneel before her, Ms Raven and offer her everything I am. Early on, we wondered and experimented if there was a different path, one in which perhaps Ms Raven might be the submissive in our relationship and I would lead her. I attempted to top her, tried to take the dominant role, but it never felt right, it wasn't us. It felt very awkward, almost performative or playing as we were trying to live someone else's fantasy. Ms Raven is not submissive, not even close to being submissive - never has been nor will she ever be. She is a force of nature, powerful, radiant, confident and the thought of trying to control or dominate her felt absurd and unnatural. That dynamic simply didn't fit who we are and I loved her even more for who she is.

What did fit for us and what unlocked everything, was my complete surrender to her. Not just in sex, but in life. A surrender of my body, my pleasure, my choices and especially through the control of my cock. It was my surrender that brought about the best in both of us and made our relationship even stronger. This is not a game for us and it never will be. It's not "BDSM" as a lifestyle. It's much deeper than that as it is raw, devotional, and always brutally honest.

Some of the practices that you will read about may seem unusual, but for us, they are truly sacred acts of connection and reverence. My submission to her takes many forms and each is an expression of love, surrender, reverence and ownership. Ms Raven's golden showers are one of the most profound for me. When she releases herself on me whether it is in my mouth, on my body or inside of me, she marks me, claims me and fills me. I have never seen her piss as waste but instead, it is a nectar or gift. It is her essence, her power, her scent, her taste that fills me, and makes me hers inside and out. When I drink her, when I feel her warm stream flooding my mouth or running down my face, I am overwhelmed by her gift, and it leaves in awe as well as aching by the confines of the cage that I wear for her. I am being fed by my goddess, consumed by her, humbled beneath her.

Penetration is another powerful act for us, another form of my surrender to her. When Ms Raven takes me with her strap-on or fills me with a plug, it is a role reversal, an intense power dynamic that feeds her. She stands above me, with her strength and dominance and I willingly open for her. I am completely exposed, vulnerable, aching for her and wanting her to use for me for her pleasure. With her cock inside me, it is a strong reminder that I am hers to take, stretch, fill and claim. Every thrust from her drives that truth deeper into me. Every inch she fills of me is a fulfillment of my cravings for her power and authority.

And then there is the chastity that we took to another level, not with a simple ball trap device that seemed more like a toy, but with a device meant for a true and indefinite chastity commitment. My Prince Albert piercing locks in place the customized device she had made for me, it is a symbol of my devotion. A physical reminder that my cock, my pleasure and my release all belong to her. I cannot touch myself unless she allows it and certainly can't cum without her permission. She loves every denied and ruined orgasm as they build the ache and frustration of need and further pushes my surrender to her.

The stories in this journal are truly for Ms Raven as they are my love letters, confessions to her and serve as memories that we have shared together as we explore the depths of our love, her power, and my devotion. The stories are raw, they will be explicit and they are certainly not for everyone and that is perfectly fine with me. As I mentioned, these stories are for her.

I truly adore this woman with every breath in my body. She is my goddess, my queen, my reason for surrender, and I do think that I am luckiest man in this world to have her with me on this journey.

The stories can be read in any order. Please approach them with an open mind, and if they aren't your cup of tea, feel free to move on. Respectful comments are appreciated, and if you are a like-minder couple, I would love to hear your comments.

Please enjoy the stories.