Yesterday morning, He got up first. I'd been awake for a while, but I wasn't quite ready to meet the day. I heard Him stir on His side of the bed, then He got up and put on some sweats. He did not talk to me. Instead He went to the kitchen and made the coffee. I stayed in the warm confines of our bed.
After the coffee was brewing, He returned to our bedroom. He still didn't say anything. He came to my side of the bed and placed a glass of water on my nightstand. Then He undressed and got back in bed.
No words were needed. The glass of water told me all I needed to know. I drank from it, quietly. Then I turned over, snuggled down next to His now-naked body, and I sucked His cock.
Funny how owned a glass of water can make me feel.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
His toys
Popping in to chase away the dust bunnies, once again. Things have been happening in our life, the kind of things that really do not need to be chronicled here, in this blog. Real-life issues, stressy ones that zap your energy and enthusiasm. Life, I guess. That's what's been going on.
But we are good, staying connected despite everything swirling around us. Last night in bed, He was groping my ass, kneading and squeezing. Then He gave it a smack. Then another one. At this point, I quietly said, "That's a little loud," always aware of the noise-element affecting our home.
He smacked it once more, then leaned in close. "Are you bitching?" He asked. "No," I whispered. "Are you telling me how to play with my toys?" He queried, close to my ear. "No," I said in a very tiny voice. "Good," was His final response.
He then proceeded to play with "his toys" in exactly the manner He wished.
And I just love it when He says things like that.
But we are good, staying connected despite everything swirling around us. Last night in bed, He was groping my ass, kneading and squeezing. Then He gave it a smack. Then another one. At this point, I quietly said, "That's a little loud," always aware of the noise-element affecting our home.
He smacked it once more, then leaned in close. "Are you bitching?" He asked. "No," I whispered. "Are you telling me how to play with my toys?" He queried, close to my ear. "No," I said in a very tiny voice. "Good," was His final response.
He then proceeded to play with "his toys" in exactly the manner He wished.
And I just love it when He says things like that.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
A not-so-gentle reminder
It seems The Man felt I needed a little reminder last night, a reminder of who is in charge, a reminder that pain isn't really foreplay as I mentioned in my last post. Pain, as He so clearly demonstrated, is His. He gives it, I take it, whether I like it or not.
As we lay in bed, He moved close to me. I knew we were going to have sex-we had already talked about it. He reached for me, caressed my breasts, then found a nipple. He squeezed, no, He CRUSHED it between His thumb and index finger, and my pain level went from 0 to 100 in about half a second. I stifled a cry. Instinctively, my hands flew up to my breasts. That's a no-no, but I wasn't thinking clearly. IT HURT.
He moved to the other breast and did the same thing. I was aware of the pain, and aware of my hands fluttering around at my sides like butterflies. He brought His head close to mine and growled softly into my ear, "We don't want people thinking I'm soft on you, do we?"
I managed to get the word "No" to come out, but that wasn't enough. He leaned even closer and said, "No?" Apparently I needed to finish the sentence. "No, Master," I whispered, and then He let go.
There was more pain after that, followed by good sex. But His point was made, His ownership reinforced. He doesn't hurt me because I like it; He hurts me because He likes it.
As we lay in bed, He moved close to me. I knew we were going to have sex-we had already talked about it. He reached for me, caressed my breasts, then found a nipple. He squeezed, no, He CRUSHED it between His thumb and index finger, and my pain level went from 0 to 100 in about half a second. I stifled a cry. Instinctively, my hands flew up to my breasts. That's a no-no, but I wasn't thinking clearly. IT HURT.
He moved to the other breast and did the same thing. I was aware of the pain, and aware of my hands fluttering around at my sides like butterflies. He brought His head close to mine and growled softly into my ear, "We don't want people thinking I'm soft on you, do we?"
I managed to get the word "No" to come out, but that wasn't enough. He leaned even closer and said, "No?" Apparently I needed to finish the sentence. "No, Master," I whispered, and then He let go.
There was more pain after that, followed by good sex. But His point was made, His ownership reinforced. He doesn't hurt me because I like it; He hurts me because He likes it.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
It's raining, it's pouring...
Not too much to report here. Winter has arrived. Yesterday it snowed, today it rained, and tomorrow it's supposed to snow again. No sunshine, just lots of cold and gray. The grey weather outside seems to match everyone's mood inside. The fact that our College Student isn't going away on a ski trip this coming weekend doesn't help things, either. A little alone time would be nice.
We talked about it earlier today, about having to shift and adjust what we do. The dynamic does not change, we just can't connect physically in the way we like. We know it isn't permanent. We know some alone time will happen at some point in the future. Patience is the key right now.
A little bit of sunshine would be nice, too.
We talked about it earlier today, about having to shift and adjust what we do. The dynamic does not change, we just can't connect physically in the way we like. We know it isn't permanent. We know some alone time will happen at some point in the future. Patience is the key right now.
A little bit of sunshine would be nice, too.
Monday, January 9, 2012
It's Snowing!
Our weekend passed quietly, full of football and good food. In between football games we watched our college student play Skyrim on the xbox. What an impressive game. Master and I each took a turn creating a character and wrecking havoc in the virtual world. It was fun.
While He watched football, Master also watched rope-tying videos on His laptop. He went and found a length of string and sat practicing. Impressive multi-tasking, don't you think?
Tonight we will watch the college football national championship game and have leftovers. Right now it is snowing, our first snowfall of the year. That puts me in the mood for a hot cup of coffee, so I think I will go make a fresh pot and see if anyone else would like some.
While He watched football, Master also watched rope-tying videos on His laptop. He went and found a length of string and sat practicing. Impressive multi-tasking, don't you think?
Tonight we will watch the college football national championship game and have leftovers. Right now it is snowing, our first snowfall of the year. That puts me in the mood for a hot cup of coffee, so I think I will go make a fresh pot and see if anyone else would like some.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Dinner was delicious
It really was. The other day I read danae's recipe for Rice and Sausage Casserole over at Domestic Servitude, and it sounded good. I showed it to Master, who agreed. So, having been given the green light to try it out, I made sure we had all the ingredients, which we did, and I made it for dinner tonight.
It was so good, we all had seconds, and Master declared this dish to be a "keeper." So if you are looking for something to cook for dinner, I recommend trying this casserole.
In other news, all is still quiet on the kinky front here. It should be noted, however, that blowjobs-on-demand continue without interruption. Master just simply takes me in our bedroom, closes the door, and we go about it in a very, very quiet fashion. He doesn't help the "quiet" factor when He shoves my head down on His shaft when He cums. Do you have any idea how hard it is to gag quietly??? It's practically impossible, but I'm getting better at it. I'll say it before He does: "Practice makes perfect."
It was so good, we all had seconds, and Master declared this dish to be a "keeper." So if you are looking for something to cook for dinner, I recommend trying this casserole.
In other news, all is still quiet on the kinky front here. It should be noted, however, that blowjobs-on-demand continue without interruption. Master just simply takes me in our bedroom, closes the door, and we go about it in a very, very quiet fashion. He doesn't help the "quiet" factor when He shoves my head down on His shaft when He cums. Do you have any idea how hard it is to gag quietly??? It's practically impossible, but I'm getting better at it. I'll say it before He does: "Practice makes perfect."
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Who's Spoiled?
Not much to write about, but I thought I better put a few words down since I didn't post yesterday.
Our college student is back home, and our routine is getting back to normal. I was a little sad yesterday morning when I packed away all of our toys (locked into a suitcase, poor things). But, I believe the College Student has a ski weekend planed for week after next, so we will get some alone time soon.
The weather has turned really cold here, so Master made a tasty Split Pea and Ham soup for dinner. Yes, He cooks--we both do. He has His specialties and I have mine, so we share the cooking duties. Truth be told, I think His cooking is better than mine.
And, this is one of the many reasons why I love Him so: I started my period tonight, five days early, and I was out of tampons. He volunteered to run to the store and get me what I needed. All together now: Awwww. I know, I know, He spoils me so. He was even nice enough to bring back some cherry-vanilla ice cream, too.
I guess that's about it. Nothing exciting or dramatic to write about, just life.
Our college student is back home, and our routine is getting back to normal. I was a little sad yesterday morning when I packed away all of our toys (locked into a suitcase, poor things). But, I believe the College Student has a ski weekend planed for week after next, so we will get some alone time soon.
The weather has turned really cold here, so Master made a tasty Split Pea and Ham soup for dinner. Yes, He cooks--we both do. He has His specialties and I have mine, so we share the cooking duties. Truth be told, I think His cooking is better than mine.
And, this is one of the many reasons why I love Him so: I started my period tonight, five days early, and I was out of tampons. He volunteered to run to the store and get me what I needed. All together now: Awwww. I know, I know, He spoils me so. He was even nice enough to bring back some cherry-vanilla ice cream, too.
I guess that's about it. Nothing exciting or dramatic to write about, just life.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Perfection
It's our last night alone, and we made the most of our evening. It was an intense encounter, an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. He did things, some old, some new, all good. He used me and abused me, and several times He literally took my breath away. When it was over and we lay on the bed catching our breath, I felt so loved, so in love, so owned.
It was perfect.
It was perfect.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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