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.

That.

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.