Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The best of 2013

As I said in yesterday's post, 2013 was quite the year for us. I offer now, in no particular order, some of my favorite postings/moments from the last year.

We certainly had some great ones....with more to come in 2014.

1. The First Time, in which L and I pretend like we are two virgin high schoolers worried about getting caught by her mom.

2.Captive, in which L and I take things to another level during an overnight stay in a hotel room, and she experiences sub space for the first time as she talks about in her posting about the night.

3. The New Bed, in which L and I make our first and most significant purchase in our relationship, and L's posting about it here.

4. Happy Birthday to Me, in which L presents me with a couple of gifts that fall into the category of the gift that keeps on giving....

5. More of Everything, which nicely summarizes what the two of us want in this relationship.

6. Wet, in which I talk about one of the many things I love about L and the pussy that I own.

7. Rape Scene, a fairly intense session, which resulted in L discovering subdrop for the first time.

8. Pussy Spanking, a brief homage to one of my favorite activities (interestingly enough, one we did last night that made L come...)

9. Update from L: Coming Down Shit Mountain, one of my favorite postings from L.

10. 3, in which I share L with another man for the first (but not the last, my pet) time.

Monday, December 30, 2013

A very (not) vanilla Christmas

Here in the Far North we are coming out of almost a week of much needed hibernation, stretching our arms, and getting ready to tackle the world outside of our home and, the place where we spent a lot of our Christmas break, our bedroom. It was a great Christmas --- the first Christmas L and I spent together and our first in our new family mode. It’s a time of peace for us in many ways, and I think the underlying word that defines all that is us right now is content as we close off 2013 in a better place than we entered it, and where 2014 and beyond holds promises that we are probably not even fully aware of yet.

Lying in bed the other day L half kiddingly said “This has been a pretty vanilla break.” She was half kidding because the reality is, there wasn’t much vanilla at all about the things we did behind our closed and locked bedroom door. The only day there was no type of BDSM activity was on Christmas night, not because we felt the day was too sacred and holy for such activities, but because when we did finally crawl into bed, we were both simply too exhausted to do anything.

But the rest of the break was business as usual. The cane made it’s nightly appearance, L was restrained on more than one occasion. The flogger came out of the closet, panties were ripped off of L and shoved in her mouth to keep her quiet, she was fucked hard with a dildo, she was collared and leashed and ordered to suck on me on several occasions --- these are hardly the activities of a June and Ward Cleaver! On the evening of the day she made that comment, she was caned for one hour straight – our longest session yet.

What is happening here is that once again we are realizing we have not yet reached the thresholds of our limits --- for her, or for me.  The activities we engage in in bed are by no means vanilla, rather, it is more a factor that it is not enough. The only thing that kept one hour of caning going into two hours of caning was the late hour of the night. The fact that we have family and a little child who knocks on the bedroom door at random times keeps us at bay as well. There are things I want to do to L that exist, for now, in the dark recesses of what she calls my twisted mind. I’ve made some discoveries about her --- and about myself --- and subsequently, about us as a couple --- this last year, that excite me. That arouse me. And what excites me and arouses me the most is the fact that it has the same effect on L.

We go into 2014 a different couple than the ones that went into 2013. That difference is not limited to just the bedroom, it also encompasses the world around us, the family that we have created, and the trials and difficulties that we have overcome.

2014 will be a lot of things for us.

But the one thing it won’t be?

It won’t be vanilla.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


So I suspect that followers to this blog are wondering how our experience went on Friday night. I appreciate your patience. There are a lot of different aspects of that experience to write about, not only just with how it went, but the effect it has had on us afterwards (which is quite positive). There really is nothing causal about something like this…for a couple to open their sexual door to another and to allow someone in to take part in an incredibly intimate and personal act. The possibilities for things to go wrong, either on an emotional or physical level, are quite high. For it to work, there has to be a deep understanding and connect between the couple as well as bringing in the right person.

I’m pleased to say that our session went well. It was not perfect, and there are things I would have certainly changed and will do so for the next time (because there will be a next time). But all in all…it was good.

So let’s talk details. Isn’t that what you want?

We rented a hotel for the evening and after having a few drinks and dinner in the bar, we went upstairs around 9:30p.m. to prepare. I had instructed my friend to arrive at 11:30 as I wanted some time alone with L to get her into subspace so that she would be in that fuzzy place that would allow her to experience the whole situation better. Being that it was Friday and the end of a busy work week, we were both exhausted, and L’s first reaction when we got upstairs was to take a nap, which I allowed her to do.

Around 10:30 I woke her up.

“You need to go take a shower,” I said.

“Just a little bit more,,,please…” she muffled.

I allowed her 15 more minutes.

At 10:45 she went in to take a shower to prepare herself for our guest. When she got out, I instructed her to lie down, face down on the bed, as I started to work her over. First with the hands…it had been awhile since I had given her an actual spanking, simply because it is just too damn loud in a house filled with kids. From there I used the cane and flogger, working her over, stopping every now and then to rub her ass.

At 11:20 my phone rang.

Our guest had arrived.

L asked for just a bit longer, so I worked her over an additional 10 minutes. I then blindfolded her and whispered in her ear “I’m going down to get him now.”

She let out a bit of a whimper. Suffice to say, she was nervous.

I went down to the lobby and got my friend and brought him up to the room, where L lay in bed, blindfolded and waiting for us.  I directed my friend to sit in the chair facing the bed as I wanted to work on L some more to get her ready. He sat and watched quietly while I continued to spank her. Occasionally I would stop and spread her pussy wide open for him to see.

When I thought she had found her place (more on this later, because as it turns out, she hadn’t) I turned to my friend and said “Come over and help me.”

He came over to the other side of the bed and removed all of his clothes and positioned himself next to L.

“Go ahead and spank her,” I said. “She likes it.”

He started spanking her much in the same manner that I did, bringing his hand down across her rather red ass.

“Check her pussy,” I ordered. “She reacts quite nicely to spanking.” He did as directed, sliding his hand underneath her and discovering the moistness that I am familiar with on a daily basis.

“Are you doing ok?” I whispered in L’s ear. Yes, she said breathlessly. I would do that from time to time during the session, just to make sure she was handling it ok.

“Let’s alternate spanking her,” I told my friend, and we did, first me striking her ass, then him, then back and forth we went, the two of us spanking L.

“I think it’s time for her to please us,” I said. I went over and got L’s leash and attached it to her collar, then pulled her head up so it was over in my lap where she started to suck on my cock while my friend grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on me.

After a couple of minutes, I told her “Now it’s my friends turn.” Using the leash I guided her up from my cock and positioned her mouth over to the other man’s cock. Without hesitation, she took it in her mouth, and there…right in front of me and under my command…my precious little pet was sucking on another man’s cock.
From there….well, from there. We took turns having her suck on our cocks. We had her up on her knees and she a hand on each one of us, stroking us, while we were on either side of her fondling and squeezing at her tits. Then the fucking started. First me fucking her from behind while she sucked on the other man. Then she was on her back and he entered her while I positioned myself over her face and started fucking her mouth. We alternated this for a while, and at every step along the way, L was experiencing two cocks at the same time…and if I may add, looking very lovely while doing so.

My rules for the other man going into this was that he could not come in her mouth, and that there would be no anal sex. Entering the home stretch, so to speak, I told him “We are going to come on her.”

He was to her left, I was to her right, both of us positioned slightly above her. She took his cock with her left hand, and mine with her right, and stroked the two of us. She wasn’t able to get the right friction from the angle she was at, so we took matters in our own hands, both of us stroking ourselves with our cocks aimed towards my pet. I came first, and then he came, unloading himself on her breast and then rubbing it in.

Silence, at first. I went in the bathroom and got a washcloth and cleaned pet up, which is the decent thing to do after two men have come on her. The other man, as I had requested him earlier, got over and got dressed. His work was done. He was only needed for one thing..as an anonymous cock and set of hands. L had remained blindfolded during the whole time, so never saw him, and he barely spoke, so in terms of anonymity, he was anonymous.

I went over to shake his hand and thank him before he left.

“You’ve done a great job with her,” he said quietly.

And then he was gone.

L was already close to sleep. I crawled in bed next to her and held her tight, kissing he back of her neck and telling her how proud I was of her.

And I was proud. Exceptionally proud.

That is what happened.

I will write more later about how this has affected things now for us, and as I said earlier, it has all been quite positive.

And so the taming of L, a process started on May 3, 2012, continues. In a whole new direction.

Friday, December 13, 2013

2 + 1

This will be a somewhat brief post...a teasing of sorts. After discussing it several times, and talking about it here in this blog, L and I are going to allow a third to join us tonight.

He's a local Dom that I met online that met all of the criteria of what I was looking for when doing this. He understands and respects the D/s dynamics, knows what his role is to be, is discrete, does not bring any issues to the table, and will essentially be an anonymous person from L's perspective.

We have a hotel room. I will prepare her ahead of time, restraining her to the bed and putting her into subspace. When she is slightly under, he will come in the room and join us. She will be blindfolded. He will not speak. Everything that occurs will be at my direction and command. For L, it will simply be...another set of hands to spank her...another mouth to taste her...

Another cock to fill her.

Some commenter on our blog said that eventually a lot of BDSM and D/s relationships go in this direction. Not all of them, but some do. Going in this direction in a D/s context is a lot different than what vanilla couples do when they decide to venture into inviting others into the bedroom. The D/s context clearly sets the boundaries over what is going to happen.

My reason for doing this has a lot to do with pride. I am proud of my pet. I want to show her off, to display her to another man. I want him to see what a good girl she is, how talented she is with her mouth, how tight and wet she is.

L wants to do this because her first and foremost desire is to please me, and she knows such an activity would please me. She wants to make me proud.

These are the things she says if asked why she wants to do it.

I believe they are true. But there are other reasons she wants to do it.

We have talked about this in bed, during sessions. I have whispered in her ear "Imagine your Sir's cock fucking your pussy while another man's cock is in your mouth." I whisper these things, and then I reach down between her legs and explore her with my fingers, where I find total and complete wetness.

More to come. Literally...and figuratively.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Report Card

The other night pet and I were lying in bed and she was watching me work on my laptop grading papers.

"Give them all A's" she smiled, mostly because she wanted me to hurry up and finish so I would play with her.

I glanced over at her.

"I think I need to grade you," I said. "I'll send you a report card tomorrow."

Here is what I sent her. And like a good teacher, I allowed her the opportunity to comment.

(she was irritated by the use of the word dormant, which was not the best choice of words, because my pet can move in bed...take that, Miley Cyrus! What I meant by dormant was I like her to use her hands more often to grab, squeeze, and scratch at me...)


sub does sexually please me every time I desire and knows what I like and how to make me come, such as fucking back against me while I am on top or riding me. Too often, though, sub attempts to top from the bottom and tries to jump right to fucking (more because she wants it than anything) and will stop sucking on me when I am not ready for her to stop. sub needs to remember to use her hands more when sucking on me, and really needs to move towards having her Dom come in her mouth. As of late, she has done a better job of using her hands while being fucked, such as clawing at her Dom’s back and grabbing him, which he prefers over her lying there dormant. sub has the most amazing pussy the Dom has ever experienced, and he is proud to own it and can’t wait to share it with someone else.

sub's comments:

Lying there dormant???  Hmmm, not sure how to take that.

Will work on the topping…..and the swallowing.


Probably the area the sub needs to improve on the most. sub comes close to excelling on this at night in the bedroom, but falters too often during the day. sub tends to lose sight of her role in the relationship and needs to remember her place and that her first and foremost goal should be focused on doing things that please her Dom. 

sub's comments:
I find it hard to transition at times between work and home.  Am aware and will work on this.


Probably the area the sub needs to improve on the most. sub comes close to excelling on this at night in the bedroom, but falters too often during the day. sub tends to lose sight of her role in the relationship and needs to remember her place and that her first and foremost goal should be focused on doing things that please her Dom.

sub's comments:
Yay…..what was it?  I get $50 for each A+, $40 for an A, $30 for a B and so forth?   


It is clear that the sub does want to learn how to do better and sincerely wants to do better.  Dom encourages sub to go back to reading blogs and learning from others, as well as making contact online with other subs for advice.

sub's comments:
I have not read a blog in a long while (since you quit your evening job really).  I will do some catch up this week.


Very good when it is working, sub makes a good domestic servant and does many things to please her Dom such as cooking, bringing him coffee in the morning and water at night. An inconsistent area though, as sub tends to let laziness trump her role and will let things slide.

sub's comments:
I was supposed to do the dishes last night and it was so comfy lying on your leg.  I think this is another area I could do better in and agree with your grade.


Many times there is a long delay in sub replying to her Dom’s text or email and often time does not even answer questions directed towards her. sub needs to remember that her focus should be on her Dom, even when he is not in her presence.

sub's comments:
Sorry!!  I will work on this one also.  I am so used to being in charge and putting my children first.


Correcting the items above will elevate the sub to receiving an overall grade of an A. It should be noted that the sub needs her Dom to be stricter with her to help her along the way, and he is aware of his role as her teacher.  It should also be noted that there have been a lot of significant life changing events, as well as some faults of the Dom, that have derailed the dynamics at time. These things shall pass and we shall move on, stronger and better.

When the sub is at her submissive best, it is an amazing thing, and the Dom is quite pleased with her and proud of her during those moments. He loves his sub very much, and wants to do a better job as a Dom to help her grow in her role.

He looks forward to spending the rest of his life with her --- collared, leashed, and ready to serve and please.

sub's comments
I do want to be the best for you.  I also think that we weathered the storm and came out of it strong.  A good weekend all alone where you could do as you please would help about now (although, when we do travel or are alone, things are pretty mild).  

Sunday, November 10, 2013

in times of sorrow

To those who have read our blog over the last year and a half, you know that there have been external factors that have had a significant impact on mine and L's relationship. There has been her husband, whom she has been estranged from for years now, who has been dying of cancer, and there has been my separation from my boys.

This will not be a lengthy post. I simply want to say that this afternoon the father of L's children passed away.

Though all knew this was coming, there is a tremendous amount of sadness in the household this evening. And will be for days to come. As one can imagine. L has talked about the abuse in her marriage before on this blog, but none of this matters now as three boys, whom I have come to love and take care of as if they were my own, struggle to understand and accept why this happened.

This has nothing to do with the past, it is about the present, and about grief and sorrow, and moving forward. I am a man with a big heart, and I feel and absorb their sadness, and look for ways to help them through this. I want to be the stabilizing factor that keeps them afloat and able to move forward, while, at the same time, giving them the space they need to grieve.

 Long before I became a Dominant, I have always had the White Knight Syndrome, of wanting to be rescuer and provider, the one who brings peace and security to people I love and care for when times and turbulent.

I want to do that and will do that. At the same time, it makes me reflect on my own relationship with my boys. And my relationship with my father. You see, this is my downfall. I have a tendency to over think. As of late, L has asked me why I am so quiet, and I don't even realize I am quiet, because in my mind, things are vocal and loud.

This posting is becoming longer than I planned. I guess, for those of you who read this and follow our story, if you could take some time in whatever manner you choose --- prayer, happy thoughts, etc. --- to send kind vibrations towards the North to help the people that I love in their moment of grief, it would be much appreciated.

All the best,

Monday, November 4, 2013

Why hello there

L pointed out to me last night that it had been over a month since I had last posted anything to the blog, which is somewhat odd, given that at the beginning of the year I was posting on a close to daily basis. I suppose that at the beginning of the year, things were different, as we were just starting to really get into the ebb and flow of this relationship so it seemed that there was something new to report on a daily basis.

I suspect that those that follow of us on a regular basis would wonder if the lack of posting had something to do with a slide in our relationship, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Oh, yes, we had a couple of moments of drama since the last posting, but nothing that we couldn't work for in our own special way. We had a mini vacation of sorts when L interviewed for a job in another state and I went with her. We had a great four days together of no kids, some fun hotel room play, and she got to meet my parents for the first time. She was offered the job and we toyed briefly with the idea of actually moving but ultimately decided to stay nestled in where we are now, in the place where we have been slowly but surely forming our life together, and becoming a family.

Oh, there have been things to write about as far as TTWD, but most of it would be stuff I have posted before, and I think I have done plenty of writing and sharing with you along those lines. Nothing has become mundane or boring by any means, it's still all rather exciting and fulfilling. Our roles are firmly established. It is rare when L has to be punished for anything, she has, more and more, embraced her submissive side while finding a balance with her sassy side that I have accepted and -- please don't tell her this --- really love about her.

The cane still comes out. As does the flogger. Each of these items have the ability to her into a dripping puddle down below. She wears her collar every night to bed and brings me my coffee first thing in the morning. She reports her whereabouts to me when we are not together. She is the sub, and I am the Dom, and for close to 100% of the time, those roles are clear and defined.

L also pointed out to me last night that it seems there are a lot of other bloggers we follow that have started posting less and less. One of them, The Dish with Ward and June, came to a halt altogether. As they said in the blog: "Sometimes there is just nothing left to say, and I guess this is one of those times."

That's not the case with L and I. I think we still have a lot to say. Despite what I have said above, there is still a lot ahead of us not just in our D/s journey, but in so many areas as well. There will be marriage, integration of families, further growth and discovery.

And as far as TTWD --- and what happens behind the bedroom door --- there will be more to share in that area, and that is one of the reasons you kinky motherfuckers are reading this blog in the first place, isn't it? L told me the other day that I don't seem to push her limits much anymore so I will need to step up things there. And we are starting to get to the point where we are looking at opening our bedroom door to a third. I'm actually "interviewing" two local Doms who I met online who expressed interest in joining us for a session.

So things are good. We're still here. L is lying next to me in bed as I write this, we are settling in for the night. L is reading as I write, and I glance over from time to time to see the view that I am sharing with you to the left. She's freshly showered, smells wonderful, and is wearing a nightgown with no panties underneath. She's anxious to read what I am writing.

I'm about ready to be done writing so I can slide my hand up her thigh...under the nightgown...to the pussy that I own.

I'm ready to call it a night with you, faithful and patient readers.

But my night with L?

It's only just begun.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

"Am I off the hook tonight?"

It never fails. Like clockwork, every night, L prior to bedtime, will ask the same question:

"Am I off the hook tonight?"

What she is hoping for...or at least, what she pretends to be hoping for, is that by being "off the hook" the cane or the flogger will not make their usual evening appearance, her ass will be spared from any type of spanking; that the evening will be a vanilla one where we will simply cuddle and watch her favorite shows on Bravo (by the way, the invention of the Bravo channel is living proof that God is a woman who is vengeful against man for all of his evils over the years), and that will be that.

I don't think she ever truly wants that.

Because, you know: Yawn.

She tries to find her ways out of it. Will ask me if I am too tired to do anything. Try to present it as if she is looking out for me, that perhaps I should sleep and be well rested.

Sweet girl.

Sweet silly girl.

Sweet silly girl, who, every night, is never let off the hook.

I have made mistakes over the last year and a half in our D/s relationship by not being consistent in how I handle L, and it has caused us problems before, so I make it a point to avoid doing that in every instance. I do believe that by asking me "Am I off the hook tonight?" that she is testing me, to see if I will let her off the hook, but I don't do that.

Even if I am really, really tired.

The cane or the flogger come out every night, and sometimes it only comes down across her ass 500 times, and sometimes it is close to 2,000, but the point is...it does come out, and no one...is let "off the hook."

Including myself.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

In a good place (written by L)

So S has finally wrote a new post on his blog.  We have been super busy as usual but also I think we have just been caught up in us for a while.  It hasn't been all smooth sailing of course.  I had a deviated syptum fixed and it was horrible.  Both eyes were black and my entire face was swollen....had a huge cast on my nose for 6 weeks.  Just lovely.  S was completely understanding and pampered me.  It was a bit depressing there towards the end as it just seemed like forever that I didn't feel like myself.....the double takes and looks from people when I went out.  The looks S would get from people who were certain that he had done that to me.  Then of course it interfered with our sex big time.  I felt like putting a damn bag over my face sometimes and I'm sure S got tired of looking at it.....and it was difficult and down right impossible to do certain things.  It came off on Monday and we have been making up for lost time.  I have some worshipping to tend to tonight.
I read this somewhere: One of the most frequent complaints of submissive's is that they desire more strictness in their D/s relationship.  When I first read that I thought they had done gone lost their mind.  Now, once again, I totally get it.  S has ramped things up.  Nothing is forgotten, nothing is put off until later if he can help it and nothing gets by him.  Before it was......oh god, I believe I called it....his wishy washy dominating.  Well, no more.  Before he would tell me what we were going to do that evening, that we were going to his place and all the things he was going to do to me.  Then when the time came, nothing, no mention of it and when I would ask he would say it got too late or something along those lines.  It was more than not following through or being inconsistent with everything, it was just not being dominate....not as dominate as I wanted, craved....needed.  Thankfully with a ton of communication, we have reached a level that is good for us both....for now, who knows as it seems our relationship is ever changing (for the better thank god).  My bottom is constantly bruised....my expectations are high and anything forgotten is dealt with quickly.  Punishments are given and no matter how much I try to get out of it I only get more and harder if I move.  I am able to go under fast and deep most times and find what I call my fuzzy place which I love.  My desire to please S is at an all time high.  Things are good.  With all this now in place, it seems our love for each other has grown even more.  I am crazy about him and when he gives me his look I just about melt.  Anyway, glad he is back to posting on his blog and sorry to anyone who might have missed us this month.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

We're Still Here...

Sorry for the delay in posting. Been a busy summer in our neck of the woods, but now, here we are, summer is fading away. This happens all too soon in the Far North. Today I spent the day preparing the yard for the upcoming winter season, which can last upwards to seven months. We are still not fully immersed into fall, but here, autumn is fleeting. It comes in for what seems to be less than two weeks, a fast and furious flourish of brilliant colors before, all of a sudden, there are no leaves on the trees. A chill comes across the air, and we start scraping frost off of our windshields in the morning. The gray clouds roll in, and one morning we wake up to a light covering of snow on the ground. A week later, more.

We settle in for the long haul.

We hibernate.

And within the warmth of our king size bed at night, we enjoy life, regardless of what Mother Nature throws our way.

Ok, now that I've gotten all Henry David Thoreau on your asses, let me get back to what you most likely came here to read.

You know...the fucking. And whatnot.

The last few weeks since I last posted have been very, very good ones for pet and I.

I suppose the main change that has occurred is a new level of  "Dommi-ness" that I have discovered within myself. Where it came from, I don't know. I suppose part of it is me figuring myself out some more and what I truly desired, and at the same time, realizing that the greater intensity of my dominance, the better pet reacts. I think there have been times in the past where I have waited for her to emerge as a submissive, and from that point of submission, I would draw upon her to get the strength I needed to be Dominant.

But it doesn't work that way. This is not a matter of what comes first, the chicken or the egg...or in this case, the submissive or the Dominant. The Dominant has to come out first, set the tone and dictate the ebb and flow. This in turn put the submissive in motion, and from there, it just gets better. A Dominant cannot rest on his laurels and say to his pet "Well, if you are not going to act submissive, then I am going to act Dominant." It starts with him, and once the ball (or in this case, ball gag) starts rolling, it continues on as a partnership.

And at this point you are saying, "Ok thanks for sharing, but once again...what about the fucking?"

Oh yeah.


Well, all of THAT has been very, very good as a result of my new found ultra-Dominance, and there have been some highlights that pet and I have discovered sexually the last few weeks.

For instance:

  • Pet has maintained that female ejaculation is a myth, and anytime we have seen it happen in movies, she dismisses it as peeing. So imagine her surprise during one hardcore fuck session my dear little girl, who is a sopping wet mess around me as it is, drenched my cock and the bed sheets with what can best be described as a "gush."
  • Twice now pet has managed to orgasm through just being spanked alone, once with the cane and once with the flogger.
  • Breath play has been a regular part of our session as of late, and we have both found immense thrill in this new found activity. In between sessions with the cane or flogger, I will wrap my rather large hand around pet's neck and squeeze while my other hand explores her soaking sex. With breath play, it takes the control factor to a while new level. Not only do I control all the sexual aspects of pet -- when she can come, owning and controlling her pussy and ass and all that she is -- but with the breath play, I control when she can breathe. It is a very, very intense feeling in the middle of a session, and for pet, when it happens, she has surrendered every aspect of all that she is to me, her Sir.
Beyond all of that, though, is the psychological aspect of TTWD and the balance we now have. Pet's desire to please me has never been stronger. My desire to control her has never been stronger. We feed off of each other's desires, both in and out of the bedroom. Gone are the days when pet was never sure what was going to happen with me because I tended to be inconsistent. She avoids punishments at all costs, knowing that they will be dealt with quickly and unpleasantly.

This is all good, because going back to my attempts to be all literary in the beginning, a long winter is coming, and the better we are, the better the season can go. 

We are talking about where we are going from here, feeding off our carnality. At night in the middle of sessions I talk to her about sharing her with another Dom. I whisper in her ear as I fuck her from behind if she would like to have another Dom's cock in her mouth at the same time. I spread her cunt open and tell her how I would love for another to see what a wet little pussy I own. I ask her if she could share her Master's cock with another sub, how she would feel about bringing another sub into the bed with us and have the two of them pleasure me at my command. 

She tells me: "Whatever pleases you Sir."

And when I describe these things to her, she drips.

So yes, we are still here. And we are doing quite well.

And a year and a half into this world, and into sharing our story with you on this blog, it's undoubtedly the case that we are going to have much more to share.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Cock worshipping sub

I'm a big fan of the blog Cock Worshipping Subs, which, as the name applies is a blog setup for subs who worship their Master's cocks. There are a variety of contributors to the blog, and the writing is some of the hottest out there.

I like it in part because I own a cock worshipping sub of my own, and thought she will most likely balk at it, I think she should contribute to the blog someday.

As I have mentioned before, she had septum surgery a couple of weeks ago and as a result, hasn't been able to use her magnificent oral skills on me to the extent that either one of us would like. Damn shame, because she is exceptionally talented at...and she loves it as much as I do.

Because, she is, after all, a cock worshipping sub.

Last night I decided to forego any type of spanking with her, which almost never happens, and set aside spanking time for kneeling and cock worship time. I had her kneel between my legs, head down, with my cock against her bowed head. No eye contact. With her hands she began fondling me...running them up and down my shaft, massaging the head, fondling the balls, exploring every inch of me, while I ran my fingers through he hair.

What happened next was bound to happen.

She couldn't resist, and I had no desire to stop her. Her mouth was on me, taking in just the head, and not very much. Slow, sucking, licking of the tip.

For just a little bit.

She had been begging all night to simply be fucked, wanting what had been in her hands to be deep inside of her.

I instructed her to turn over with her extremely bruised ass (thank you, flogger) raised before me and I was not gentle with what happened next, not at all, because if a cock worshipping sub needs to get fucked, she gets fucked.

So I did. Slammed into her hard, turning her to the side for the deepest penetration possible. She whimpered and moaned, said it was too big, but I kept at her relentlessly. She came hard once, then twice, and I soon followed, not stopping thrusting until I had filled her with every last drop.

Such a good cock worshipping sub.

p.s. Oh, the no spanking from last night? That was a one time thing. She slipped on one of the rules today.

Monday, August 5, 2013

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Grabbing pet's collar firmly with one hand, pulling it slightly so it is tight on her neck, so that she feels its presence, with my other hand I bring the cane down on her ass.



And again.

She whimpers and moans.

And drips.

And I continue.

All the while holding her collar. Claiming her as mine.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Return of the cunt

L had just gotten out of the bath and was lying in bed with her nightgown on. She has been bed-ridden for a few days now, recovering from septum surgery last week. We toned things down a bit...just a bit...during her recovery period. Mostly in the blow job arena. She can't do anything that might bump her nose, so that is out. For caning sessions I have had her stand against the closet door with her hands firmly against the door.

Other than that, I'm still quite the stern Master, but at the same time, pampering her and taking care of her during recovery.

So that is one thing, and not what I was going to talk about tonight. Tonight I was going to talk about her cunt.

So L was lying on the bed and talking about how good it felt to bathe and how she hated having a dirty body and dirty hair.

"And a dirty hooha," she said.

I was in the middle of undressing for my shower and turned my head around and stared at her.

I don't like the word "hooha."

I jumped on the bed with my arms on either side of her, my eyes glaring at her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know you don't like the word hooha."

"It's a cunt," I said. "A wet, tight cunt."

"Pussy?" she offered as an alternative.

"Cunt," I said. "Wet. Tight. Cunt."

I got up from the bed just as she started squirming underneath me.

"I need a shower," I said. "I smell like diesel and sweat."

"Don't you think you need to check?" she said. "To see if it is wet and tight?" She spread her legs apart and faced me.

"Slut." I said, getting back on the bed.

I touched a hand to her cunt. My cunt. "It is certainly warm," I said. I slowly put a finger inside. "And very wet." Then I put my entire long finger all the way inside of her. "And tight. Definitely tight."

She moaned and arched her hips against me. I pulled my finger out of her cunt quickly and licked it off in front of her.

"Please..." she said. "Check again. Just to be sure?"

Total slut.

This time I put my finger in her cunt even further. "Still the same," I said, pulling it out fast.

"I'm off to take my shower," I said.

"Please hurry," she said, almost whimpering.

"I'll see what I can do," I said.

I took my time.

My cunt wasn't going anywhere.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

What I was thinking...

L asked me in an email yesterday what I was thinking. I asked her if she really and truly wanted to know. This is what I told her along with one of the pictures.

What I am thinking...honestly and truly.

I am thinking I have an exceptionally kinky side, the extent to which I might not fully realize but plan on exploring and putting into place with you, because I own you and I can do that, and because you have a very kinky side as well.

I am thinking how much i enjoy taking picture of you sucking my cock, and how I want to take more pictures and videos like that, of you sucking me, of me spanking you, of me fucking you. I enjoy taking them and I enjoy looking at them. They make me hard and make me want to do more things to you. I like to show them to you. And I like the idea of others seeing them, of others getting aroused by pictures and videos of us. 

I am thinking of how much I enjoy these two pictures attached. I like the one with you with the tip barely in your mouth and the other one where you can see the chain being pulled. I am thinking I might put those two on my Tumblr site.

I am thinking that though it is something we just use in fantasy play and watch videos of, that I do like the idea of sharing you with another Dom, of me spreading your pussy apart for him to see during a session, to show off what a wonderfully wet little slut I own, and to share you with him like in the one video we saw where the sub is getting fucked behind by one Dom while sucking her Dom off, and I think/wonder what that would be like with you, and thought it is something we probably never will do, I am thinking about it and it arouses me.

I am thinking what that would be like for you...how would it feel to first feel my hands spanking your ass...and then another pair of hands.

And just along those lines, and this one is a given, I do think what it would be like to have another sub in a session with us, and there are a myriad of fantasies that come with that. And thinking what it would be like for us to play with another BDSM couple. 

I am thinking how fortunate I am to have you, and how much just you and you alone arouse me....your incredible sexuality, your constant wetness...your willingness and desire to do what I tell you in bed. I am thinking how much I enjoy tossing you around the bed with the leash, knocking you around, slapping your cunt...MY cunt...tasting you, spanking you, fucking you.

I am thinking that we have a wonderful life ahead both in and out of the bedroom.

I am thinking that after reading this...you might be wet. And how delicious you would taste, just like last night.

That is what I am thinking.

And now I am thinking...I need to get to work.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

subdrop (written by L)

S has tasked me with writing about yesterday as what happened after the trip up to his house, happened to me.  I didn't bother going back to work, I looked like a hot mess anyway.  I am quite bruised to boot.  So I get home and finding my youngest fast asleep decided it would be a good time to run to the home improvement store for concrete sealant for some concrete I had done over the week.  It is hot here.....hot for here is what I meant...80....85 degrees. 

So I am driving back from the store and had the strangest feeling.  It was weird....feeling like I never have before.  Drained, tired, dizzy....nauseated and just not myself.  If I didn't know any better I would have thought I was pregnant.  I decided to push through it as I had a lot to do.  I sanded and sealed the concrete, then did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.  I had scheduled a guy to come and look at the fence as we need it replaced. 

All this time I am feeling like I may throw up or pass out.  I am thinking perhaps I spent too much time in the sun....but felt this way before I even went out in the sun.  I had heard the term...crashing after a session......subdrop and after deciding that I had done enough.....went to bed and turned on the AC.  I slept hard for over an hour.  When I woke up, I felt pretty much the same.  I also felt like crying.  Like I could start crying and never stop (no reason, there is not a damn thing I would cry over). 

Thankfully I didn't allow myself to go down this road.  S sent me several text messages concerned and after reading several blogs and googling subdrop, I told him I think I have self diagnosed myself.  It was exactly what I was feeling.  Ugh, it was an awful feeling.  Left me feeling guilty that I didn't get dinner done (I ordered pizza's) or take my son to the park.  I ended up in bed unable to move....trying not to crying.  A basket case.  

I also felt guilt over the time up at S's cabin that day....he wont admit it but I dont think things went as well as he had hoped.....I didnt play my part as well as he had hoped and even made the comment....well, you cant rape the willing.  Then my body crashing like it did was just weird.  I hope I never experience it again.  

Today I am still not 100% but at least lost the sickly feeling and am at work, planning on tackling that concrete tonight. 

Oh, and on one of the many blogs I read, one of the suggestions for helping when in this terrible spot is a little hair of the dog.  So before going to sleep, I was naked with my ass in the air and S delivering some of the cane on which I swore were my bruises (and in my mind I was thinking, damn has he come a long way....I thought with the way I was feeling that he wouldnt want to cane me and then to be caning me on my bruises to boot.  When I asked S he said he avoided them....so sweet).  The caning did help, I felt much better by the time we went to sleep. 


rape scene

As intense as the weekend was, I don't think anything quite prepared us for yesterday and a whole new discovery in our D/s relationship. I should say ahead of time, that this might not be for everyone. (well, anything discussed on this blog might not be for everyone!)

So it was Monday, and L was sitting in her office and I was sitting in mine, texting each other, and it was clear we were both bored and suffering a bit of the Monday blahs. Neither of us wanted to be at work really, and we both have a bit of freedom in our jobs.

I decided to take the boredom away.



1) You are to get off work at 2p.m. today.

2) You are to go straight up to my place.

3) Go inside and go straight upstairs to the bedroom.

4) Take off all of your clothes and get on the bed.

For this fantasy session, you are going to be just a regular woman taking a midday nap in her room in her cabin in the woods. 

For this fantasy session, I am going to be the stranger who enters your cabin, comes upstairs, finds you there, and attacks you and rapes you.

That being the case, you are allowed for this particular fantasy session to struggle.

No reason for us to be bored when we have my twisted mind.



We had never done a scene quite like that before, closest being our hotel room visit where I tied her to a chair and cut away her clothes, and it is rare that our scenes transcend into a fantasy scenario. And it wasn't as if I had really dwelled on this one before. This was going to be the last week we would have my old place to visit, and I wanted to take full advantage of it in a way we hadn't done before.

I got off work at 1:30 to put things in preparation. I stopped by the local thrift shop, said hi to Macklemore, and bought a ski mask (which I am sure looked odd as it was 80 degrees outside) and a long sleeve black shirt. I ran to our home and got a change of clothes for L along with some rope (which never got used but just in case).



At 1:30p.m. all communication between the two of us will be cut off. You don't need to text me when you leave the office. If something comes up for whatever reason and you cannot make it up to my old place, then, obviously, you need to let me know.

After 1:30 p.m. our next contact will be when I come rape you.

Remember...you are just a regular normal housewife. Maybe you are married. Maybe your husband is very passive at sex, you only do it every now and then, it isn't very satisfying. You're there taking a midday nap, at your remote cabin, and then you hear a car pull up in the driveway. Which is odd. Never get any company. Maybe it's your husband coming home early. Then the door opens. "Is that you honey?" you ask, and no one answers.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

You realize this is not your husband.

You don't know who it is or what is going to happen to you.

All you know is that...nap time is over.


I went up to my place and unlocked it and then went further up the road to wait for L to arrive. My old place is in a very secluded area, off the beaten path and nestled in the woods...very much out of sight and out of hearing range, for the most part. I had even bought a small bottle of Black Velvet Whiskey which I dapped a little on me, like cologne, so that I would even smell differently to L.

When I was sure she had arrived and settled in upstairs in bed, I went back there, taking my time going down the long driveway that leads to my place. I sat in the car for just a minute so she could hear it out there from the upstairs bedroom. I got out and slowly walked to the front door, stomping a bit as I went up the steps, and then opened the door.

"You're home early," she said quietly from upstairs, getting into the role of the housewife expecting her husband to be home.

I didn't say anything and just stood there.

"I fell asleep," she said again.

I started making my way up the stairs. In my hands I had a pair of scissors and I dragged the tip along the all as I went up.

She was lying on the bed, wearing one of my white t-shirts I had instructed her to wear for the scene. Her head was turned the other way and couldn't see me, a sweater covering her head to block out the sunlight streaming through the large windows in the bedroom. Outside there was silence, save for the chirping of birds in the trees surrounding the cabin.

She murmured something else, still expecting her husband, and then I jumped on her and covered her mouth with my hand while I pinned her down. She screamed or attempted to scream, and started fighting underneath me. I ripped the white t-shirt she was wearing down the middle so that her breasts were exposed.

"Please don't hurt me!" she said. "My husband is going to come home any minute."

"No he isn't," I barked. "It's just you and me, bitch."

Taking the pair of scissors I had been carrying, I held them blade flat agains her neck.

"If you move I will fucking cut you, do you understand?" I said, pressing my ski mask covered face against hers.

"Yes sir," she whimpered, as her struggling stopped. "Please don't hurt me."

I jerked off the skirt she had been wearing along with her panties so that she was fully exposed. She tried to resist, pushing her legs together, but when she did so, I pressed the scissors against her firmly.

"Fucking little slut," I said. "I saw you earlier today, wearing this skirt. Acting like a cock tease."

"No!" she said. "I'm not a tease! I'm a good girl."

I pressed my groin firmly into her crotch so she could feel my erection through my jeans. With one hand I shoved it into her pussy...which, of course, was soaking wet.

"Wet fucking slut," I growled. "You deserve to have a big cock fucking your pussy."

"Please no!" she cried. "Please don't...please don't do that," and she tried struggling again, and once again, I pressed the scissors against her (carefully of course) and jerked back on her hair.

I pulled my pants down just enough to release myself, and spreading her legs apart, forced my way inside of her, and she pleaded with me to stop, no, no, she said, don't do this.

And then I fucked her and I fucked her hard, and the bored little housewife clearly enjoyed the pounding she was getting from her intruder. "Oh god no no no no," she said, and then started panting, and when she came and came hard, she said "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Fuck against me," I said, still slamming inside of her. "Fuck back against me or I will cut you." And so she did, thrusting her hips up against me (takes me over the edge when she does that) and I came almost immediately, and she managed to get out a final "Oh god, you can't come inside of me."

And....end scene.

So we talked about it for a bit afterwards, lying there naked, the fan blowing on us while the heat of the sun warmed our bodies. I told her the different things I had done to prepare, while she shook her head at me. "You are just full of surprises," she said.

I suppose I am.

I'll tell you one thing.

We certainly weren't having a boring Monday anymore.

p.s. So there is a big part to tell about this story that occurred later in the evening, and I will share that next.