A Mouth Full

Conduct rule #3:

 

I am not allowed to swear at home or at work.

 

So, it's not surprising when I yelled, "G_ _ D_ _ _ _ _ !!" out the front door, after the dog ran out for the second time in a row, that I earned myself a punishment.

 

The little brat...she's made a quite a habit of bolting as soon as she sees the slightest opportunity and she's so quick.  You don't stand a chance getting your hands on her.  No sense in chasing her around the neighborhood either.  The only option is to wait until she decides to come home.

 

Anyways, as soon as GD popped out of my mouth, I knew I had done it.  A couple days earlier, He'd even warned me I was really pushing it lately, not necessarily for cursing but just in general.  Little things were starting to add up, and this one was going to be the final straw. 

 

My hand flew up over my mouth in shock, not just because Daddy clearly witnessed my transgression but so did my father-in-law, who quite honestly has probably never uttered words like that in his whole life.  This certainly wasn't going to help my case.     

 

But all I could do was wait for it and wonder...all afternoon and all evening.

 

Finally, after the littlest one was in bed, He called me in the bedroom and ordered me to take my clothes off.  Then He led me into the bathroom.   

 

Do you know how you are going to be punished?

 

Thinking that He took me into the bathroom where it would be more quiet, I meekly replied, a spanking.

 

Oh, NO!  Don't you wish it was a spanking!

 

After turning me around to face the sink and mirror, I saw what He intended.  The yellow bar of soap lying beside the sink made me cringe.   

 

Now do you know how you are going to be punished?

 

Yes, Daddy.  You are going to wash my mouth out with soap.

 

Quite a fitting punishment, don't you think?  We are going to wash all those dirty words out of your mouth. 

 

He had me open up while He pressed it in.  I clamped my mouth around it and felt my teeth sink in as I bit down slightly to keep it  in place.  He then sent me off to stand in the corner of the closet.   

 

As I stood there, I thought really how fortunate I was.  This wasn't so bad...there were worse punishments. 

 

But I should know better than to think that...

 

I heard His footsteps after just a few minutes and when He came in the closet He told me to turn and face Him.  With the bar still firmly in my mouth, He began thumping each of my nipples, alternating sides over and over as I tried desperately to wriggle away and the soap muffled my yelps of pain.  

 

Just when I thought He was done, He took me back to the sink and told me to spit the bar out into His hands.  He held it under the water and worked up a good lather, had me open my mouth back up and then used the suds on His fingers and hands to completely coat the inside of my mouth.

 

Oh my goodness...how awful!  YUK!  YUK!  YUK! 

 

And apparently, gagging was not an option because when I did, He curtly informed me there would be none of that or I would find myself holding the bar of soap in my mouth for hours.

 

With my mouth and tongue fully coated, He pressed the bar back into my mouth until one end of it was touching the back of my throat and the other end was just peeking out from my lips.  I stood there, desperately trying not to gag. 

 

After a couple more minutes, He finally let me take it out and told me I would want to rinse really well so it didn't make me sick.  

 

I really wish I could say the whole ordeal worked.  Unfortunately, when the dog bolted yet again today, I just might have yelled, "DAMN DOG". 

 

How could I do that after just being punished last night?  I really don't enjoy disappointing Him! 

 

My first thought was lucky for me Daddy is taking a nap.  I even went up to check and see if He was really sleeping.  He was out cold...didn't hear a thing.  It would have been so easy to let it slide. 

 

But that didn't feel right so I went ahead and owned up to it.  That's gotta count for something, right?

 

He thanked me for telling Him and told me we'd deal with it later.  Now, back to waiting and wondering...    

 

  

 

Slavery with Poise, Grace, and Sophistication

Slavery and servitude while exhibiting a certain poise, grace and sophistication... 

This is what I am supposedly striving for, I know.  But in reality, the execution of this concept seems to elude this very seriously klutzy, clumsy girl.

I am THAT girl...the one you can't take anywhere. 

You know the one that always spills food on herself.  Yep...that's me.  And it's always a bit embarrassing how Daddy has to point out that I have some speck of food dangling from my chin or smeared on my face.  What's worse, is now my kids have taken to pointing this out.
 
Then the other day, we were out on a family walk 7 mile hike in the woods, and of course, I trip over just about every rock and tree root.  At one point, my eldest, who was leading the way, yells back..."You ok mom?  Did you trip?"  To which Daddy replies, "Is your mom walking? Then yes, she tripped!" 

But today...today takes the cake!  I mentioned in my post the other day about knocking my cup and spilling coffee not on myself, but on Daddy just as we were all loaded up in the car to go out of town.  Well, me and coffee must have this thing going right now and it's not pretty. 

I met Daddy at His office today for lunch.  Before leaving, I poured myself a cup of coffee to enjoy on the ride back to my office.  With empty containers from lunch in my left hand and coffee in my right, I go to open the glass door of the office suite and somehow lose the grip on my cup.  Thankfully, I kept it from hitting the floor, but in the process, sloshed it all over my hand, down the door and onto the floor.  Of course, this had to happen right in front of two of His co-workers.  Ignoring the searing pain (because it was HOT coffee, you know!), I quickly ran and got papertowels to clean up my mess but the whole ordeal was pretty embarrassing.

It would be a bad enough story if that was the end of it...but OH NO...that's not the end of this story. 

After dutifully cleaning up the mess I had made and kissing Him goodbye, I continued on down the elevator.  Obviously, at this point, I am being ever so careful as I reach the main floor and approach the door leading to the outside the building.  Still holding the coffee, I put my right arm out to push open the door because I CAN DO THIS without making an idiot of myself.  From the other side, a gentleman approaches and begins to pull the door open for me. 

How nice!!

Except that part where my sleeve got caught on the handle of the door and despite my best efforts to NOT make another mess, some of my coffee sloshed out of the cup and right onto his shoes! 

Oh God, it doesn't get much more embarrassing than spilling something on a perfect stranger.

So, I guess the lesson here is that I am meant to enjoy coffee only in the safety of my own home or at my desk and not on the run! 

But the bigger lesson...apparently I have a lot of work ahead with that poise, grace and sophistication thing! 

Playing Alone

Wednesday night I could feel all the tell-tale signs.  Certain parts of my body would soon be out of commission for Daddy's use.  As I happened to be showering off after our walk, He came in, pulled open the shower door, and took in a glance. 

When He closed the door and started to walk away, I squirmed around trying to find the words. 

Just so you are aware, I think come tomorrow, I might be wearing my red necklace. 

Anyways, my not so subtle hint seemed to go fairly unnoticed until I was standing naked in front of the vanity mirror and drying my hair.  He came back in the bathroom and patted my butt.  Leaning close to my ear, He told me not to bother coming out of the bedroom until I had given myself five orgasms.

Not really the direction I was expecting but who's complaining...right?  He closed the bedroom door behind Him and disappeared to the office, leaving me to my business.

I was aroused, but not really 5 orgasms aroused, so I started plundering through the toy cabinet looking for the heavy artillery that could help me get the job done. 

Well...He didn't specifically say anything was off limits!   

Daddy got quite a surprise and chuckled out loud when He came back in the room.  At that point, I had only gotten through number 4 and there was chaos all over the bedroom. 

Towel on the bed...

Magic wand attachment lying on the nightstand table...

Kong well used and lying in the sink...

And I was sitting on the exercises bench looking sheepish, holding the magic wand, with a wooden spoon lying beside me.  I'm a little embarrassed to admit what I actually was doing.  Let's just say at that point...I needed a little extra stimulation if number 5 was ever going to happen. 

I have to give mc kitten over at Pillow Talk credit because her recent post and some of the follow-up comments made me reflect back on this task of masturbating alone.  I really admire those who are more comfortable doing this in the presence of their significant other.

Certainly, I prefer that He is an active participant because I need and crave that emotional connection and let's face it...it's just more fun that way! 

But this isn't always how He wants it.  Sometimes, He just wants me to touch or please myself. Possibly, it's for His own entertainment. At times, it's for my own build up or relief of sexual tension. But I venture to say, in most cases, is just because He can. 

Maybe I'm a bit odd, but I actually would rather do this alone.  Of course, I will "perform" for Him if asked but I don't know...I just feel so awkward and self conscious, particularly if He is just watching and not participating.

As long as we have been together, it really doesn't make sense and I don't understand why, but I do know this shyness ultimately inhibits my own exploration and overall experience.

In thinking about why I prefer it this way, I realized there is a positive side in that I have probably stretched some of my own limits when experimenting by myself, particularly when tasked with multiples orgasms like the other night. Multiples, for me, don't come (pun intended) easily so I have to push myself further, both physically and mentally.

Maybe Daddy understands this, and uses it as just one of His many ways to nudge me...

deeper into my own dark desires and fantasies...

to a place of acknowledging and accepting their existence.