Sunday, December 29, 2013

Gotten Soft

Let me start by saying that I am so excited to be making my first post from my very own new laptop.  No more waiting on the computer to be available or having to hide away in the office.  I can now sit right here on the couch and type away!  Thank you, Master, for such an awesome Christmas present.  I think this greatly helps in my motivation to write.

So back to the reason for my post.  It's been a long while since having my ass spanked, much less a good frying. 

But apparently, Master read my last post and felt I was maybe overdue for one.  I did say that I missed them but He wasn't really supposed to hear that. 

Friday night, He walked out of my daughter's room with a handful of hangers and I knew I might have just overlooked getting those out of her closet.  Every weekend, I am to collect all the hangers from each closet and bring them to the laundry room so they are there when needed and not sitting empty and taking up space in the closets.

Damn....how could I have forgotten those!?  Was He looking for a reason to punish me? 

Get to the basement!

As scared as I was to see what He was going to do, I couldn't wipe the stupid grin of my face as He followed me to the basement.

Really...why could I not stop smiling?  I knew I was about to get into trouble.

Get your pants down!

I tried to talk my way out of it but it wasn't working.

Get your pants down NOW!

I pulled my pants down exposing my bare bottom and braced myself for what was to come as I heard the shuffle of the coat hangers as He picked the one He wanted.




He walked up behind me, instructed me to spread my legs, and delivered the first blow.  It was a cross between stingy and thuddy and left me cringing waiting on the next one.  There were 5 and then He stopped and walked back into the laundry room.  I pulled my pants back up rubbing my sore bottom. 

Did I tell you to pull your pants up?

Oh...geez (pulling them back down quickly)

This time, put your hands behind your head.

Five more swats and Damn, I don't remember it hurting so bad!

After He finished, He leaned close in to my face.

So you missed them, huh?  By the way, I read your blog today.  But next time, I won't use the plastic coat hanger.

Is that supposed to be a threat? 

Now let me just say, I am pretty sure I didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth, but oh yes...it did!  I was really serious though.  That damn coat hanger hurt so bad, I wasn't sure if He was trying to say be thankful you got that one or if He was somehow not happy with it is a spanking implement.

Nevertheless, I quickly realized my mistake when He returned with the wire coat hanger and delivered one very deliberate heavy swat that made me jump around like someone had just set fire to me. Ok, plastic really isn't so bad!

One thing I realized is without regular spankings, it's amazing how soft one can become.  I know my ass used to be able to take so much more than that. And I was just a wee bit out of shape for the hour long cock worshipping/sucking that followed said spanking.   


 

Friday, December 27, 2013

Getting Back To It...A Little Early

Guess Master isn't quite waiting until New Years to start getting back in the groove.  Last night, once the house was quiet, He summoned me upstairs with a nod of the finger.  I asked if I could take the dogs out first and promptly received another finger nod and one of "those" looks (you know the one that says you better get your ass over here now!).



Yep, not taking the dogs out just yet!

I quickly greeted him upstairs and was ushered to a pillow that He had just flopped down on the office floor.  Despite His pushy demeanor, there was something so comforting in kneeling at His feet and taking Him in my mouth.  It had been quite a while for this kind of servicing.  But Master wasn't looking for any artistry or worshiping this night, He meant for me to get straight to business.  '

No hands, just pump your mouth the way I have taught you! 

I tried desperately not to shift positions too much but my body was definitely reminding me how long it's been.  My knees were aching, my neck was cramping, my thighs were burning, but the "good girls" and feeling His hands occasionally grab my head kept me happily distracted from any discomfort my body felt.

It wasn't long before I felt Him grow even bigger and harder in my mouth, the skin pulling tight over His shaft.  Knowing that He was ready to explode, I pushed Him far into my throat and was rewarded with the all too familiar but delicious taste of His cum pumping in rhythmic waves down my throat.

Not a bad start to our "reset"!  


 

    

Time for a Reset

I have been trying so hard to pull out of this funk I am in.

Every time I would try to sit and write, my thoughts were so jumbled, the words just failed me.  It was easier to simply close the computer and walk away.   I was at the point were something had to give, and apparently it was my writing.  I have probably 5 different posts that I started but never finished so hopefully I will get back to those.

Privacy...don't even know what that is anymore.  Struggles with our youngest munchkin have left us almost no time to spend together. 
The weeks leading up to Christmas were indeed stressful, especially since I couldn't muster the motivation to get things in order early.  I'm not typically a procrastinator but have I ever mentioned I do my best work at the last minute?  Every year I tell myself that I am going to plan better the next year but our fall schedules just seem to prevent that from happening.   

As hard as it was, we have been trying to maintain some semblance of our dynamic but were both left so frustrated.   I continued to do all the things He asked of me but the physical aspect of our D/s just wasn't there (the training, punishments, spankings, etc.).  I never imagined that I would miss spankings so much.  Shhhh...don't tell Him I said that!

All day every day, I felt so numb and disconnected, like I was just going through the motions.  I wanted nothing more than to count the hours until I could be with Him and doing what pleased Him.  But then left disappointed because circumstances continually dictated that we put ourselves on the back burner. 

We did have a wonderful Christmas though and it's like I have this huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  I can finally think more clearly.  All the family functions are over, the presents are put away and my house is back in order.  Something else about me...clutter and mess REALLY makes me anxious.  Yesterday I spent the whole day cleaning out all the rooms and filling up the truck with load after load of stuff to take to Goodwill.  It feels so good to look around and see things so neat and tidy.

Master must be feeling the weight lifted as well because He announced yesterday that come the New Year, we will hitting the reset button.  He intends to get back to training and has already given me some new "resolutions" for the coming year.  This was exciting news but also scary since things have been so relaxed between us lately. 

So...here's to hitting the reset button!! 






    

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Take a Step Back



A question I see often is how can a submissive acknowledge and show respect to her Dom in public without being overly obvious.  

Walking behind is one way that I show respect to my Master.  Maybe not always as far behind as the lady in this picture but you get the idea.

Whether we are out shopping or out for a stroll, I remind myself to keep one step behind to His left side.  Occasionally, He may reach out to hold my hand and I understand that He wishes for me to walk with Him but that is only on His terms and not something for me to initiate.   

As I follow His lead, my eyes, for the most part, remain on Him so if He slows or stops I can adjust my pace accordingly so as to not get ahead. 

It took some getting used to but taking a step back was really such a simple unspoken gesture...

Friday, December 6, 2013

Cold Fries and Cum

Tied to the bed, legs spread eagle and arms outstretched above my head, my body lay exhausted and aching all over, my mind damn near delirious.

The key unlocking the bedroom door meant He had come back and I was so grateful when I heard the sound of the plate being laid on the dresser. 

As He removed each of the dildos filling all three of my holes, He asked how many times, whore?

I think 24, Sir.  I might have lost count.  

My arms and legs were now free and finally after 2 hours on my back, I tried to stand on my wobbly legs.   Stumbling to the dresser, I eagerly looked upon my plate.

Wings...fries...and an empty dipping cup.  Oh god!  I am so hungry!!

Never mind that there was no ketchup in the dipping cup.  I was too famished to really pay that trivial little detail any mind.  I simply dipped my fry in the ketchup/mayo mixture on Master's plate.

Oh...maybe I shouldn't have done that!

No!  I don't think that's your sauce.

What?  

The look of shock and horror on my face had to be comical. All I wanted to do was continue shoving my face with food but the look on His face told me I better stop.

Now it all began to make sense.  Picking up my plate and staring into that empty dipping cup, I understood all too well.   

I was going to be dipping my fries alright but I wouldn't be using any condiment out of our fridge.  

A slave should be thankful and never let any go to waste!  

Swallowing...definitely not a problem.  Licking it up from various surfaces...not my favorite but I endure.


But with my food?  Really?  


I knelt at His feet, His cock hard and throbbing right in front of me.  While gently stroking His balls with one hand and holding my plate in the other, I patiently waited for Him to deposit His load in my dipping cup.  The whole time, I couldn't make up my mind if this was hot or humiliating. 


Let's just say...

1 starving slave + cold fries + cold cum = fries all gone!





  

Monday, December 2, 2013

Toothpaste Burns!

I like to have fresh breath before going to bed...particularly if I think we may be having some fun.  The other night was no different.  I brushed my teeth, hopped in the bed and my head was quickly ushered down to His cock.

It didn't take long before He stopped me and in no uncertain terms informed me that I would be punished the next time I brushed my teeth BEFORE putting my mouth on Him.

Apparently, the tip of His dick was on fire!

I was so confused...I always brushed my teeth beforehand and then I finally figured out that we had purchased a different toothpaste this time.  It was "Extra Fresh"! 


Oops!  It would have been funny if I hadn't ruined a perfectly good time.

Well, I still giggled just a little to myself of course:)


Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Little Respect


I have always been a people watcher, but it seems even more so lately.  Living in a Master/slave relationship, I find the interactions between couples and their demeanor and body language towards each other is all quite fascinating.

It has also made for some interesting, and eye opening, family gatherings.  I can't help but notice how disrespectfully many of the women speak to their husbands.

There were times that it was so blatant, it even made me a bit uncomfortable, particularly when their husband looked up and kind of shrugged like...oh well.   

I realize they don't live in the dynamic that my Husband and I have so it's not fair of me to judge their actions but I did take a good hard look at myself and was pretty ashamed at what I saw there.   Unfortunately, I used to speak to Him in the same manner.

How horrible it sounded now that I was listening to it as a bystander!    


Behavior in public was one of the things Master addressed with me early on in our dynamic.

  
Never speak disrespectfully to Him or about Him.

Make myself useful to the host/hostess.

Be gracious.





As I looked around, it felt good to know that my actions and attitude were pleasing to Him and served as a positive reflection on us both, even if no one else noticed.