Friday, March 29, 2013
I love this picture. This defines, in many ways, how a true D/s relationship can be such a damn beautiful thing. It really isn't about what the Dom can take or what the Dom has the power to take, but, rather, it is about what the sub wants to give. And what she wants to give is herself..body, mind heart, and soul; tits, ass and cunt -- she wants to give that all to another to own and control, possess and have, with a degree of trust that is so intense it is fucking electrifying.
This is what it is about, right there.
I have been working off and on with a fellow Dom who is a newcomer to the scene who has been seeking my advice on some things, and the other day we both commented on how incredibly lucky we were to have what we have.
And we are.
We are damn lucky.
I know when my pet presents herself to me in a submissive manner, head down, resting on my lap, hands behind her back, to do as I please, I am being given an incredible gift. But it is a gift that comes with a great deal of responsibility. Just as intense as the trust a sub has with her Dom is the level of responsibility that the Dom has with that trust. We have to be so mindful of our actions and our words. What we as Doms do cannot be taken lightly, cannot be done just when we feel like it, cannot be phoned in. This is the major league. Step up to the plate and do it right or don't step up at all. A woman has given her complete self to you. Do it right.
I am finally coming to terms and better understanding the responsibility I have, and still making mistakes along the way. But I like to think the mistakes are few and far between as of late. L offered her perspective in her post below on the journey she has witnessed me taking as her Master, and I concur with what she says. I do feel it now more than ever, feel Masterful, and now, more than ever, I want do this the right way and step to the plate and swing that bat stronger than ever, because, goddamit, this beautiful woman has given herself to me, and I owe it to her to do this right.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
EMAIL FROM L TO S ON WEDNESDAY, MARCH 27
Friday, March 22, 2013
1. Before Fucktoy goes to work, I write "Fuck Toy" using a facepaint crayon across her stomach.
2. Fucktoy must perform one minute of Kegel exercises at the top of every hour and when done, text me a message that says "I have exercised your pussy for you Sir."
3. Fucktoy must get permission from me prior to using the bathroom.
I am hoping to get to a point where Fucktoy wears her butt plug while at work but the butt plug has not been working so far as it keeps falling out, so more time needs to be spent getting acclimated to it.
Today I threw in something new and this morning over my cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, I created a Fucktoy Friday Survey on Surveymonkey for her to fill out. I didn't spend as much time on it as I would have liked as I wanted to get it quickly done before I took the three year old to preschool.
Fucktoy just completed it about an hour ago, and I actually found her responses to be informative. I also realized that this could be a pretty good communication tool to get candid responses from her in the future...granted, she has to give me candid answers no matter how I communicate to her (verbally, text, etc) but I think this method is even better.
You can check out the survey here:
I plan on, in the next few days, to create a separate survey for followers of this blog...one for subs and one for Doms...to get feedback on your lifestyle. I'm an inquisitive person like that.
More to come....
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Here it is.
The new bed.
It arrived yesterday, mid morning, along with the rest of the bedroom set to include a dresser and two night stands. We had talked about this day for quite some time now, looking at it as a Christmas for us of sorts. If you read the posts below, you know why this moment was so damn significant for us. An important step towards us building a life...and creating a home...that was truly ours.
The plan was that once it had arrived and been setup, I would call L and she would come home from work to help make the bed before I went to work later that night. As it turned out, L was home sick that day with a stomach flu and she slept in the downstairs bedroom while the bed and furniture was being assembled. She felt well enough by the time they had gone to get out of bed and help me make it with the new sheets and comforter.
She also felt well enough for what we did next.
We were in that bed before we knew it, underneath the covers, clothes off, our hands all over each other. Maybe this was a moment that called for spanking, for collaring, hair pulling and all of TTWD, but at that time, the only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted to be inside of her.
And then I was on top of her, cock resting against her cunt, ready to penetrate her.
"I'm going to fuck you on MY bed," I growled, and she gasped at those words. Or maybe the gasp was because i was sliding inside of her, and fuck we did, and I filled her up with my hardness, my hands under her ass, pulling her up against me as I slammed inside of her, noticing the difference that the new firm mattress made. We both came rather quickly.
Later that afternoon, we fucked again, this time after an extensive spanking session. With the house to ourself, we could make as much noise as we needed, so I used my hand in the spanking. I spanked her hard and repeatedly, taking breaks every 50 spanks or so to rub her ass and cunt. It didn't take many spanks before she drifted off into sub space, and I spanked her longer and harder than I had before, more than 500 with my hand. After that, we fucked again, with even more intensity than before.
L was home sick again today, so we spent most of today in bed with more sessions thrown in.
It's interesting, but having the room be ours, to be sleeping in a bed that I paid for, has had an interesting effect on me psychologically. I am feeling even more in control than before, feeling like the Master of my domain because now I feel this really is MY domain. In the above picture, that's my space on the left. I spent some time this evening organizing my side of my closet, setting up my nightstand, setting thing up as I wanted them to be in MY domain.
L could feel that change was afoot..
TEXT EXCHANGE BETWEEN S AND L THE EVENING OF MARCH 20
S: Going to step things up now.
L: I am ready.
And so am I.
Monday, March 18, 2013
I'm doing something completely new here; I am writing an entry to the blog while L is lying next to me in bed, perusing her blogroll on her Nook and glancing over from time to time at me to see what I am doing on my laptop as my fingers make their way across the keyboard. It's about an hour or so until the children are tucked into bed and asleep; at which time the fingers making their way across the keyboard will be making her way across her; "return" to be replaced with her nipple, space bar replaced with her clit...clickety clack, clickety clack, I will type my way across her frontside and then over to her back....
It's been a week since the last posting and things are coming along quite nicely. We had a brief, four day separation last week that was once again difficult for both of us, more so for L because of what she had to do, but we remained strong through all of it because that is the thing we do now. Days of falling apart are behind us. We are Superman strong now, giddy with desire for each other, moving along in our respective D/s roles. Oh, it is not always smooth...my oh so sassy sub continues to be oh so sassy, and it is part of who she is and I love her (plus, I love the challenge!) and I am quick to reminder her of her place and she is quick to accept it.
She's gotten off the bed now, pink nightgown hanging over her black yoga pants. Children are still awake so she is tending to them. As I watch her get off to the bed, out the bedroom and into the kitchen, I have this urge to stop her in her tracks, lock the door while I press against her and then pull her hair back HARD while I lift her nightgown, yank down her yoga pants and panties, and slap my hand across her ass, over and over...
That will have to wait. My fingers on he will have to wait. For now they go clickety clack, clickety clack, across this keyboard...
Did I say things were good? Oh, they are damn good. We spent this weekend remodeling what used to be her bedroom into OUR Bedroom, finally, once and for all. The new furniture comes on Wednesday..the new bed...OUR king bed will be in the room. We play to break it in properly. Of course.
In the bedroom project, I relinquished control to L. She knew what to do better. I read on some blog that L provided to me where it talked about how a Dominant does not always have to be in control of EVERYTHING, that if there is something a sub is really good at it, better than the Dom is, then let her have ownership of that, whether it be household finances or remodeling a bedroom. What happened though is after spending the weekend being in control of the bedroom project, I noticed L taking that control to other areas; being a little sassier than usual, and even joking about how she could manipulate her way out of a spanking.
L just got off the bed to go take a shower then put the young child to bed. Clickety clack, clickety clack, I continue typing. My fingers want to be somewhere else. If we were not in the presence of children, I would be in the shower with her, grabbing her hair and forcing her to her knees in the tub to take my cock in her mouth and fuck her face while the hot water streams down over the two of us.
Clickety clack, I type away instead.
She will get out of the shower and put the youngest to bed. I will go and take a shower myself then join her to bed. As I shower, she will be reading this blog...these very words...that I type right now.
These words right now.
Hello dear L.
In just a short time I am going to be in bed next to you, the door will be locked, the tv on some channel that doesn't matter because we just want the sound to drown out whatever noises are made by us...a crop across your ass, your moans of pleasure and pain, the sound when I do fuck you and I pound into you from behind. You know...THOSE sounds.
In just a short time I am going to be in bed next to you, grabbing your hair, kissing you hard, my hand cupping your pussy, spanking it, hands running up your body, twisting your nipples...and I am kissing you all over, your neck, your tits...tongue running down your body, to your thighs, back up again, to your cunt...let me correct that, MY cunt...the cunt that I own...and I lick away and you ask for permission to come, and I let you come, and you come HARD and goose bumps run across your whole body, just as the did last night.
In just a short time that will be happening. And much more.
Are you ready L?
I'm done typing now.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Part of the beauty of a D/s relationship, for me, is helping me discover those things that turn me on sexually about L that I have full control over and can make happen. It’s like Christmas every day, and if I want a certain present to be given to me to be unwrapped and enjoyed, well, it’s my call.
Since entering the D/s relationship with L, one of the requirements I have had of her is to keep her pussy tidy and clean. I have never demanded completely shaved, and have also never gone as far as to demand for regular inspections to see if the pussy is groomed to my specific liking. I know that detailed pussy inspections are common of some Doms, but going that far…well, I don’t know. I have other things I want to do when I am up close and personal with L’s pussy, and will leave the scientific/medical style inspection to her OB/GYN.
L does have a quite lovely pussy, of which I have bragged about before on this blog.
Anyhow, I digress slightly. The topic of waxing…which L has never done before…came up a couple of weeks ago, and I told L I would like her to get it done and I would pay for it. (Note to Doms: If you are going to require your sub to wear certain clothes, groom in a certain manner, work out, etc. it is our responsibility to cough up the money to make it happen..that’s my opinion). The idea of things being completely smooth down there seemed VERY appealing to me, and I assured her that having to put up with that ordeal would be rewarded with extensive visits from my tongue.
So she got it done on Monday, and was quite nervous about doing so. I told her I wanted a little bit left, a little landing strip of sorts…but very little. The smoother, the better. I dropped her off a the local salon and went and did some errands until she called me to pick her back up about 40 minutes later.
After I paid for it and we got in the car, she immediately apologized because due to the shortness of some of her hairs, she wasn’t able to have as much taken off as I wanted. Also, she did not want her ass exposed to the waxer in anyway because her cheeks were quite bruised after a weekend of spanking. As this was her first time being waxed, I was willing to grant her some leeway, and she already had an appointment made for the next time where she would go for even smoother.
We went out for an early dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, had a couple of glasses of wine, before going home so I could eagerly inspect things. Even though it wasn’t as short as either one of us wanted it still looked…and felt…very nice. So nice that within minutes show and tell turned into lick and fuck.
Afterwards, we went to go see “Silver Linings Playbook” but I still wanted to have some play time with my pets clean cunt, so I had her cut a hole in her nylons and leave the panties off. We chose the very back row of the movie theatre so I could play with her without catching the attention of our fellow patrons, though we did stop whenever one of the ushers came through the theatre to check for funny business (since I am sure what we were doing fit into the category of “funny business.”). I alternated between fingering her and rubbing her clit, and at one point I took a Junior Mint, inserted it inside her pussy, then looked directly at her while I popped it in my mouth.
Back home in bed later that night I ripped the rest of her crotchless nylons off of her, then used them to hogtie her on the bed while I fucked her ass with anal beads and alternated between fingering and tasting her pussy.
So while the shaving did not go as clean as we wanted, it was a nice start, and L is quite eager to have it all removed for me. She’s enjoying the smoothness just as much as me, and last night while watching TV, I caught her with her hand down her panties, not playing with herself, but just checking things out.
Oh, and given that spanking is now a twice a day occurrence for us, she is just going to have just grin and bear it if the waxer asks her any questions about her bruised ass.