Good times were had

L and I got back from my work trip in New Orleans on Friday, and are trying to adjust back to reality (work! kids! bills! and really really cold weather!) after what was one of our best trips ever. This is saying quite a bit, as last month we had the good fortune of going to Australia, but both L and I agree that New Orleans was an even better trip than Australia. It really was a city meant for the two of us, giving us everything that we love to experience. Amazing food. Fantastic music. Constant flow of alcohol. Great people.

And a very sexy city.

Few things were more sexy than our hotel room. We stayed at The Saint Hotel off of Canal Street, a boutique hotel about three years old but in a building dating about 100 years. It was a hotel that flaunted sin, such as a drink menu in the bar that had drinks named after the seven deadly sins and a suite called the Lucifer Suite that featured a stripper pole.

We did not opt for the Lucifer Suite. Would have been difficult to write that off as a business expense. But our regular suite turned out to be perfect, a classy hotel room with lots of nice amenities.

The one in particular that I enjoyed was the wall size mirror that made up the headboard.

Hmm. What can I say? Turns out this Dom REALLY likes to watch playing with his sub, and the above mirror offered a view that I had not witnessed before. We made good use of that mirror. I watched us in every possible position: L sucking me off, me fucking her from behind, me fucking her missionary style, me caning her, me watching her suck off another man while I fucked her (oh yeah, that happened, but I'm sure you don't want to hear the details).she got to watch as well when she climbed on top of me and rode me in that great way she does. 

It was, as the say...hot.

I did not watch us engage in very many intense BDSM sessions, in part because by the time we did crawl into bed, we had been out on the town for quite awhile, and one of the things I have made a rule is that when we are both intoxicated (me moreso) we won't go heavy on the BDSM activity. A session is only as good as the amount of control the Dom has over the session, and a Dom who has a few Hurricanes under his belt is not going to have much control at all.

But we did fuck.

And I watched.

Watching was not confined to our hotel room. As I said, New Orleans is a very sexy city. It is home to two swinger's clubs close to the French Quarter, and it just so happened that we visited one of them...Club Colette...while there.

We went there...and we watched.

And we were watched in return.

But that is another posting.

{present}

I’m writing this posting from an airplane about 30,000 feet above what I think might be the Midwest, en route to St. Louis for work. I will be there for a week then I head over to New Orleans for more work, where L will be joining me. How could she not? I can’t imagine being in New Orleans without her, what better couple to visit and experience a city of debauchery than a couple so debaucherous as the two of us?

(debaucherous should really be a word, by the way)

I gave L a farewell session last night, our toy of choice these days being the rug beater. It is a wonderfully solid spanking implement, and L says it puts her under quicker than any other of our toys. We made good use of it over the holiday break, even managing to leave L bruised and sore for days afterwards, a rarity for my pet who has been able to take a lot from me but waking up the next day just fine.

It’s hard to leave L behind. As I told her in her memo yesterday, I feel such a sense of responsibility to her and the rest of the family that I hate to take off on these work trips. Not that L can’t take care of herself. She is more competent and savvy than any other woman I have ever known, but I just like to be there for her.

At the airport this morning I sent her her memo for today, outlining my expectations for what she is to do (and not do) while I am gone. I do not think I ask for anything out of the ordinary or too demanding; I’m quite lenient for the D half of a 24/7 D/s relationship. Some of my requirements during my absence are as follows:

1.     L has to text me with “Good morning Sir, I am owned by you” first thing in the morning and her closing text to me has to be “Good night Sir, I am owned by you.”

2.     She is required to wear her collar to bed, unless our youngest son happens to sleep with her while I am gone. (Because, hey. Awkward)

3.     She is required to tell me when she leaves the house and where she goes.

4.     She is required to ask permission before engaging in any social activity.

5.     She is not allowed to masturbate without asking permission.

6.     She is required to respond promptly to any texts or emails I send her.

L is the type of sub where, in the absence of her Dom being around, would be quite likely to “do her own thing”, so I view the above, and being quite firm about it, as being even more necessary while I am gone than when I am there. I think both of us feed off those dynamics, whether in person or from afar.

And it’s only for a week. She will be joining me in the Big Easy next Thursday, we will grope and embrace each other like a couple of teenagers, then go about on our adventures. Great companionship, great food, great drink….and…lots of great debauchery.

{past}

2015 is well underway, and new years for me have always been a cause of intense reflection for the last six years, ever since my life meandered off into a completely different direction.

My reflection of 2014, though, is much different than past reflections. Much, much different.

It is, as I told L as the year was winding down, the first year that I have not looked back and had regrets over things that had happened. It was the first time where, shortly before the clock struck midnight, I was not filled with a sense of relief that the year was over.

It was a good year.

It was a very good year.

It was one of the best years for L and I. If you have followed the blog from the beginning, you have seen posts where we have alluded to our lives as being on top of “shit mountain”; so firmly on top at times that we wondered when we could come back down. We struggled with issues and situations both inside and outside of our control, and all along the way, through the good or bad, we embraced our D/s dynamics as a way to survive it. Even that had its falterings. I was not always a good Dom and L was not always a good sub.

But 2014..2014 was way different. We had some struggles, but they were just regular day to day struggles…job changes, financial problems, worrying over how the kids were doing in school…they were simply the regular struggles that couples and families all across the world change. And, like regular couples, we worked through them, and we worked through them quite well. Sometimes we worked through them using the D/s dynamics, other times we just did what other high-functioning and well-matched couples do. We had a couple of arguments…hey, no one’s perfect..

But, still…

It was a good year.

It was a very good year.

After what seemed like a life time on top of shit mountain, L and I removed ourselves off of it completely. Then, once we were off, we threw a stick of dynamite at it and blew that motherfucker up.