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.