Monday, June 11, 2012

Everything is right in the world.

L and I completely reconnected this weekend, just in time for her to take another trip out of town for the next three days today. This afternoon we have been texting each other about toys she should look into purchasing while she is gone, in time for her birthday this coming weekend. Though her departure was, once again, bittersweet, it was made tolerable by our weekend together where we found tremendous pleasure with each other both in and out of the bedroom.

L's declaration of being submissive to me has never been stronger than the way she expressed herself to me at times over the weekend, literally dropping to her knees in front of me and surrendering herself to me, telling me how all that she desires is to please me. Writing this on Monday afternoon I am not even sure how many times we fucked, how many times she came, how many times I spanked is somewhat of a blur at this point. In between the fucking and spanking was tender intimacy, of body rubs and tight embraces, passionate kissing and gentle touching. Last night as i was starting to go to sleep L made her way down to my cock, limp from exhaustion, and she brought it back to life with her mouth, slowly sucking on me until I exploded one more time for the weekend in her mouth, which she dutifully swallowed and continued sucking every last drop.

Email exchange between S and L on Monday morning:


Well, you have barely been gone and I already miss you. You have that effect on me. I am sure glad we had the weekend we had before you left for the next three days, it just all reaffirmed how incredibly great we are together in so many ways. Besides giving you the gift of yourself, you have given me the gift of home, and that feeling means so much to me right now. I feel we are already back on track, and am very pleased with your actions this weekend and how passionate you were in expressing how you would do anything for me...that you are all mine. It was good, very good.

Going to miss falling asleep with you the next two nights.

More later. I love you very much.

I would do anything for you. You own me. Glad we had the fabulous weekend....we really needed it.
I miss you too. I really really do.


Friday, June 8, 2012


I asked L to write about what the slapping experience is like for her, and this is what she had to say:

Let me begin by stating that my first marriage was abusive.  Mostly mental abuse but at times got physical.  Lots of hair ripping (pulling is another thing, this was ripping), pushing, wrist twisting....that sort of thing.  Especially if he had been drinking heavily.  I've had many bruises in my time.  I'm by no means a timid woman and the abuse wasn't a daily thing.  To some extent, I was submissive in my marriage and I think that is just me, I'm submissive.
Being in a D/s relationship is nothing like that at all.  Almost opposite in fact.  I'm not scared.  I'm comfortable.  There is a huge difference between not knowing what is going to happen....scared of what he may do....what condition he will be in....etc. and laying there knowing that S is going to slap me.  I liked what someone had said in another blog, that D/s isn't about abuse but about sensations.  There is the moment when he has raised his hand above my cheek and you know its coming.  Gets me wet.  Makes me feel alive.  Submissive.  Owned.
I like it.  Not all slapping is bad.  

So very, very wet...

L and I had one of our nicer evenings in recent weeks last night. After a dinner of sushi that I picked up and brought home, we lied in bed together watching tv. L was wearing a shirt and panties, and she rested her head on my hip while we watched television, my hand on her head. Occasionally, I would grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, which caused her to moan every so slightly.

After awhile, I moved my hand down from he hair to caress her cheek, and by doing so, L was pretty clear on what was about to happen next. My caresses then turned into little pats, and I could feel her body tremble with my touch. She then removed her glasses so her face was completely clear, and when she did so, I raised my hand and brought it back down on her cheek with a resounding slap.

"Uhhhh!" she said.

Caress, pat, slap. Caress, pat, slap. I repeated the process a few times, with L moaning and writhing with each one.

"Good god do you make me wet," she said. I moved my hand down to the front of her panties where a clear wet spot had formed. Wanted to explore further, I slid my fingers under her elastic band where a literal fountain awaited me. L was soaked. She gets wet quite easily around me, lube has never been necessary for the two of us, in fact, she gets so wet that she has to wipe out sometimes. But this was extra wet for her, and I enjoyed the sensation of it as I slid a finger deep inside of her and explored her dripping pussy.

"Is this my wet pussy?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied, breathlessly.

"Do you want your Master's hard cock inside of you?" I asked her.

"Oh god, yes...please," she said, arching her hips up to meet the movement of my fingers.

I instructed her we would have to wait. The kids were still up in the next room, and I told her she needed to learn to be patient, that she would soon enjoy the sensation of my hard cock filling her up. She reluctantly complied.

Bedtime. L first took me into her mouth, kneeling next to the bed beside me. She has never been able to take all of me in when I am fully hard, but she tried her best, and I grabbed the back of her head and guided her down, fucking her mouth in return. It was an exceptional blow job, and as she bobbed her head down, stroking my shaft with her hand,  I could tell that my orgasm was not far behind.

I allowed her to stop and she asked if she could ride me, which I complied. Despite her wetness it was a tight fit as she slid down my entire length. I raised my hips up to penetrate her fully, and then she was riding me. "Are you riding you Master's cock?" I asked her.

"Oh god..yes," she said, and within a matter of seconds I knew she was about to come.

But only with my permission.

"You may come," I said. "Come while you are riding your Master's cock."

She increased her riding, her eyes closed with pleasure.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" I commanded, and she did, and our eyes burned into each other as the first orgasm rippled through her body. Her riding continued, and a second one was not far behind.

I had been holding back on my own but was ready to let go. "Keep looking in my eyes," I said. "Do not close them." She lowered her head to mine as I grabbed her ass, our eyes staring into each other, and with a hard thrust I rose up to meet her and then exploded deep inside of her. She continued riding me, milking each drop of cum out of me with her dripping, tight pussy.

She then rolled over off of me, both of us breathing heavy, our naked bodies dripping with perspiration as I continued to run my hands over her. We were both sexually satisfied, satisfied with each other, in love and content, and at that moment, did not have a care in the world.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Ever forward

It's been close to a week since the last post, an extremely hectic and difficult week for the two of us. Our time together has been minimal and last night was the first night we fell asleep together in more than a week. We tried to hang on to as much of the D/s relationship as we could, but faltered at times. Rules were broken by L. I was not as strong as I should have at times. The circumstances surrounding L's situation had me, at times, worried that L might have to call things off with me altogether, and with those feelings of uncertainties came some floundering on my part.

Tuesday afternoon we moved back towards things, albeit briefly. L met me at my place during the day and when she walked in, 10 minutes late, I glared at her and handed her her collar. "Go upstairs and get in the position," I ordered her.

When I got upstairs to my room she was naked on my bed, her ass in the air waiting for me. There were some punishments to be dealt with from the weekend, and after I leashed her, my spankings were harder than they had been before. L reacted stronger than she had before, her whimpers turning to cries and at one point she turned over and said "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said. "No more spankings. Please."

"You know there have to be though. There is no choice," I said, turning her back over on her tummy and delivering a couple more solid spanks. When L protested her again, I slapped her on the face. Taking off my pants, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her on my erect cock, and as she sucked on, tears trickled down her cheek onto my shaft.

"Do you want to me to fuck you?" I asked, pulling it out of her mouth and holding it in front of her. "Do you want me fuck you with this cock?"

"Yes please," she begged, and I reached down with my hand and felt her wetness on my fingers.

"That's my nice wet pussy," I told her. "So wet." I then slid all of the way inside of her and began fucking her. I denied her from coming the first two times she asked, but on the third, gave her approval, and began pounding her as hard as I could as her orgasm erupted though her entire body.

Later that day L told me that the cries weren't necessarily from the punishment, but, rather, were cries related to emotion. She was having a hard time letting herself completely go to me during our session. I told her that is fine, we had gotten off track as of late and that we will get there. When I came home to her late last night, she had my glass of ice water awaiting for me on my side of the bed and this morning she brought me my cup of coffee while I was still in bed.

This last Monday we were supposed to review our contract which had been in place for a month. We didn't get a chance to do that, so that will happen tomorrow. I plan to cut back on some of the rules and work better on enforcing the ones in place and being a better and more consistent Dominant. We are not starting over as the foundation is in place so we just need to continue from where we left off. And I need to not have doubts as to L's commitment to this. To me. As she told me in an email this afternoon.

So now you can quit worrying about EVER getting an email from me saying I cant do this right now.  I take contracts and promises seriously (for the most part, I know I've screwed up many times).  But when I signed something giving myself to you it's a done deal.

Ever forward.