Off work, 0630, and headed home, with stomach still.... annoying.
Hard to describe..tight, acidy...just annoying and sometimes painful.
Home, 0740 or so.... went in, fed the animals.
Then, without a shower or undressing, went into Her room, where She was awake, and told Her, I feel like crap, I just want to eat something that might help settle my stomach, and go to sleep, and She said, "Go."
Then She asked me to do like, three different things first......
Then I fixed a meal, and read Sunday's paper while I ate...and was in my bed, around 10:00.
She called me at noon, said Her 2nd oldest son was coming over, and needed to use our driveway, and would I move my car.
So I got up, and did so ** and went back to sleep.
And, She called me at 15:00, saying that the aforementioned son wanted to come into the house, and would I go open the door for him (and the friend he had with him.) And I got up, and did so ** and went back to sleep.
And She got home ..and woke me up at 17:00, saying, "I need to talk."
"You've been smoking again..."
I admitted to bumming a cigarette now and then, from drivers at work.
She said She had found a number of butts, of my brand, on the side of our house.
...which were from.... back in November, for heaven's sake, during THAT period, until She busted me on it, just before my birthday.
She said, "NO MORE LIES! If I ask you, you tell me, you understand?"
Yes, I understand.
Punishment: not for smoking, but for lying about it: yet to be determined.
In a chatroom, She said, She is 'still debating it".
Whatever.
I'm passed caring.
I think I'm depressed.
Finally up, 1730 or so....
Shower, dressed, out......
Traffic and more fakokta traffic....
At work, 19:40 for a very long shift.
If I manage to stay. My stomach is still upset.
We chatted some in the F-chat room, but nothing of consequence.
Other than, She made a comment that "Mistress is always right.."
and I said, "Um.."
And She said, "Do you really want to argue that while I'm still debating punishment?"
Moving on....
HsLO 182
HsLS 158
HsLB 97
D UN 28 this month
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Submissive Owner's manual
THIS looks like it may be worth exploring......
“Submissive Owner’s Manual"I need to feel safe. Before I can begin to open my submissive nature to You I need to feel safe and have reason to trust You. To let down my walls and give You control of my will may take time and testing before I feel safe enough to permit either of us to go beyond the initial stages of our relationship. Even after I’ve given myself to You fully, I need to be reminded I am safe with You. I may like to feel the thrill and excitement of fear and the unknown, but I need to be sure no matter how You stimulate those emotions during an intense scene or situation, I will remain safe in Your care.
I need to know You accept me for all I am. I will be many things to You as our relationship grows and I need to know You accept me as a person during each transition along the way. I need to know You accept me as a friend, lover, companion, and Your submissive but also accept me as parent, child, employee, community member or other roles I fill in my obligations to family or society.
I need to have clearly defined limits. I need to know exactly what You expect of me and know that You also understand my limits. In some ways I am like a child that needs a fence around my play area so I know how far I can go and feel secure inside those limits. I need You to reinforce those fences by correcting me when I try to climb them without Your approval.
I need You to be consistent. I need to know You mean what You say and that today’s rules will apply to tomorrow’s behavior. Nothing confuses me more than giving me mixed signals by allowing me to break rules that You’ve given me. From time to time I may test You to see if You are capable of accepting control of my life by consistently bringing me back to the path You’ve chosen for me. It’s not done to try Your patience but is my way of finding reassurance You are paying attention to my progress. Very often it’s not done consciously and I promise I’ll not use it as a method for provoking Your negative responses.
I need to expand my limits. I need to grow and to be challenged. Left on my own, I’ll become bored or stagnate within the boundaries I accepted in the beginning. I need to be pushed, but never shoved, to go beyond the places I’ve been. I may drag my feet and pout at times, or sit down and refuse to move because I’m unsure and need Your guidance in overcoming my obstacles. I depend on You for strength and encouragement to get beyond them.
I need You to teach me. I need to learn and it is You who are my teacher. My mind is hungry for new things and learning helps me to become all that I can be. This may require You to continue to learn new things in order to keep me challenged. Together we can grow to the fullness of the gifts we have and deepen the diversity we share.
I need goals. Part of my make-up as a submissive makes me very goal-oriented. I need them to measure my progress and need You to provide them for me. Take time to explain those goals in ways I can comprehend Your plans concerning my growth as Your submissive. Without Your direction I quickly become lost so I’ll look to You frequently to provide a purpose and aim as I continue in my development as a submissive.
I need to be corrected. I need You to correct me when I make mistakes. Without Your correction I will develop bad habits that can be very difficult to break and do great damage to our relationship and to us as individuals. Without Your correction, I may never know I’ve made a mistake. Allowing me to continue unchecked will only cause me to fail both of us in the end. I admire firmness in Your correction and feel secure in knowing that You will never be afraid to take steps needed in keeping me focused on the goals You’ve set for me.
I need You to be my role-model. I look up to You and try to follow in Your footsteps. If You fail to live up to a standard, I will follow You into failure, often without You noticing until it is too late. I learn quickly by the examples You provide for me and often base my reactions and behaviors on my observations of You in similar situations. I will blindly pattern myself in Your image so be aware that my eyes will always be on You as face Your own challenges and daily activities.
I need Your approval and reassurance. I need to know when You approve of me or what I’ve done and to know I belong to You even if I fall short of my goals. I sometimes confuse approval with disapproval when You do not provide positive reinforcement when You are pleased by my actions. I will constantly be seeking Your approval when I’m unsure of myself and may need to rely deeply on Your support and reassurance when I’m confused about a situation or apprehensive about a new challenge.
I need to be able to express myself. I have a need to express both good and bad things to You but it may be difficult for me to put the negative things into words. I fear Your rejection and hate disappointing You, so I may need a little space and time to voice all the things I need to say. You can help me by reassuring me that my feelings are valid, even if they aren’t something You find pleasure in hearing. There may be times when I’m upset or angry with You but without freedom to express those feelings there can be only festering resentment or misunderstanding. Guide me in ways that I can learn to speak my heart without breaking it or Yours.
I need to learn from my mistakes. I need to experience things that may be painful in order to learn successfully. I know Your protective nature will struggle with allowing me to be hurt but I need to learn the consequences of what I’ve done and to experience the feelings that go along with making mistakes. I will need Your comfort once I’ve faced my failure but will sometimes feel unworthy of asking or unable to voice my disappointment in failing. Allow me to sort out my feelings before wiping away my tears.
I need forgiveness when I fail You. Nothing hurts me more than to know I’ve failed or displeased You and I need to be forgiven once I’ve made amends. It is very hard for me to forgive myself for a wrong-doing and I may need Your help in getting beyond the feelings of remorse I am carrying. I may even need to be punished, if my wrong-doing was traumatic enough, in order to feel closure and accept forgiveness. I depend on You to make that determination for me and need Your help in making an atonement that is acceptable to You.
I need to feel I contribute. I have a deep-set need to give and must have outlets for this need. My basic nature is to give of myself and You will be the primary recipient of my gifts. Allow me to contribute to our relationship and our life together. To do less will leave me unfulfilled and unneeded, a fate worse than death for me. Provide me with ways to contribute things to others, also. I may need to give of myself to those I hold dear but You will always receive the best I have to offer.
I need to enjoy successes. Without experiencing and enjoying my successes I may give up my fight to be all You desire for me. Allow me the pleasure of savoring the taste of victory when I overcome an obstacle or if You find pride in my attempts. All of my successes belong to You and I need to share their rewards with You. I don’t expect You to spoil me with grand displays for little victories, but when I’ve reached beyond the limits of my past attempts, please don’t deny me the sweet feelings of knowing I’ve achieved a goal You’ve set.
I need to share with You. Sharing with You is a compelling need and one of the cornerstones of my submissive nature. This includes the emotional and spiritual aspects of my being as well as the physical body I inhabit. It may be difficult for me to give You access to the deeper levels of my emotions and feelings but those are the things I need to share the most. I’ll depend on You to direct me in ways I can achieve total openness with You. I also need to share in the things You are. Trust me enough to share in Your fears, failures and struggles. I’ll never see You as weak or incapable because You have shown confidence in me by giving part of Yourself in trust.
I need to feel loved, respected, and protected in Your ownership. No matter how well I’ve done or how miserably I’ve failed, I need to know I’m still loved and protected by You. Nothing will prevent me from trying new things like fear of losing Your respect and love. By the reverse, nothing will encourage me to expand my limits and grow to be all I am capable of being more than knowing You will be there to protect me from harm and will love me even if I fall short of the target. I need to be loved and to love You in return. I can’t survive without it.”
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
01.27 Diary
Off work 0630.
Home 0730...
Chores....etc.... very quick shower, being SOOO tired..
And into Her room, in robe and socks.
She was kind of awake, and invited me into the bed, and I dropped the robe and climbed in.
We kinda dozed, we kinda talked, we cuddled.... I was too tired for anything else....
We got up 0930 to eat....
I sat at the living room table, eating, reading a couple newspapers...
Due to the current situation with the new-to-our-house dog that wants to follow Her, or me, EVERYWHERE, I figured it would make some things easier, if I slept in Her bed, and ...it seemed to,
as when I did wake up now and then, I saw the new dog off in one corner, the 'old' dog near the bed.
She came home, and woke me up, around 17:00 needing to talk, about latest news about Her second youngest son.
More drama to figure out and consider, and She was going to have a meeting with Her sister, with whom the son lives with, to try to sort it all out.
I got up, like 1745, with stomach cramps or bloating or gas, I have no idea what....
Managed a quick shower, and out the door, in car 1840.
Traffic really sucked for a Monday night, and arrived at work 1950 or so.
She got home around 2200, and we chatted online awhile, about the change in our lives for the next 5 or 6 days...
She signed off....and I continued working, on a rather uneventful night, with a stomach, constantly annoying, not matter how many Pepto Bismol tablets, and antacids, I've taken.
HsLO 158
HsLS 131
HsLB 73
D UN 27 this month
Home 0730...
Chores....etc.... very quick shower, being SOOO tired..
And into Her room, in robe and socks.
She was kind of awake, and invited me into the bed, and I dropped the robe and climbed in.
We kinda dozed, we kinda talked, we cuddled.... I was too tired for anything else....
We got up 0930 to eat....
I sat at the living room table, eating, reading a couple newspapers...
Due to the current situation with the new-to-our-house dog that wants to follow Her, or me, EVERYWHERE, I figured it would make some things easier, if I slept in Her bed, and ...it seemed to,
as when I did wake up now and then, I saw the new dog off in one corner, the 'old' dog near the bed.
She came home, and woke me up, around 17:00 needing to talk, about latest news about Her second youngest son.
More drama to figure out and consider, and She was going to have a meeting with Her sister, with whom the son lives with, to try to sort it all out.
I got up, like 1745, with stomach cramps or bloating or gas, I have no idea what....
Managed a quick shower, and out the door, in car 1840.
Traffic really sucked for a Monday night, and arrived at work 1950 or so.
She got home around 2200, and we chatted online awhile, about the change in our lives for the next 5 or 6 days...
She signed off....and I continued working, on a rather uneventful night, with a stomach, constantly annoying, not matter how many Pepto Bismol tablets, and antacids, I've taken.
HsLO 158
HsLS 131
HsLB 73
D UN 27 this month
Monday, January 27, 2014
01.26 Diary
She came into my room, around 0700, just to get in bed next to me.
We got up, around 8:00.
...Had to take care of chores, and get a shower, and get dressed.... and I was in the car 0915, to go to Service, in Bbk. First time in a month or so.
Service was good, as always.
After that, I was supposed to met Her at a venue, where She was the demo-bottom for a safe knife-play class, conducted by Her mentor, HLB.
No since in going home....So I filled up with gas, and cruised on down to the venue, arriving at 12:15, and sat in my car in the parking lot, until time to go in.
I walked in, and She had me come up to the front, and sit next to Her.
The class started, and HLB talked...and talked... and talked.... and talked...and talked...............
Then He got to the 'demo' part, and She stripped to a thong, and he blindfolded Her ..with a pair of boxer briefs...and demonstrated various versions of 'knife play'.
He finished up... She dressed... People continued with conversations and chatter....
She decided, we should go. Fine by me.
We arrived home, to find that R had his ex-girl friend visiting.
This woman is unaware of the true relationship of the three of us, and She wanted to live it that way....
Which meant, She went off to nap in Her bedroom, while I went to nap in mine.
Asleep 1630, and up around 1800.
Dressed, made coffee, and out...around 1840,
Arrived at work 1930.
Grammy night...... biz-eeeeeee.
HsLO 134
HsLS 110
HsLB 49
D UN 26 this month
No adds to the Gripe List.
Just an observation:
I've been off work 108 hours, from the time I got off work Thursday morning, to the time I started work Sunday night.
In that time, we had NO sex... and I received one beating..at a party, not at home.
It seems, I get more 'action' on my work days, than my days off.
Just an observation.
She often asks, when I make a statement similar to this, "Are you complaining?"
No.
As I said, just an observation.
We got up, around 8:00.
...Had to take care of chores, and get a shower, and get dressed.... and I was in the car 0915, to go to Service, in Bbk. First time in a month or so.
Service was good, as always.
After that, I was supposed to met Her at a venue, where She was the demo-bottom for a safe knife-play class, conducted by Her mentor, HLB.
No since in going home....So I filled up with gas, and cruised on down to the venue, arriving at 12:15, and sat in my car in the parking lot, until time to go in.
I walked in, and She had me come up to the front, and sit next to Her.
The class started, and HLB talked...and talked... and talked.... and talked...and talked...............
Then He got to the 'demo' part, and She stripped to a thong, and he blindfolded Her ..with a pair of boxer briefs...and demonstrated various versions of 'knife play'.
He finished up... She dressed... People continued with conversations and chatter....
She decided, we should go. Fine by me.
We arrived home, to find that R had his ex-girl friend visiting.
This woman is unaware of the true relationship of the three of us, and She wanted to live it that way....
Which meant, She went off to nap in Her bedroom, while I went to nap in mine.
Asleep 1630, and up around 1800.
Dressed, made coffee, and out...around 1840,
Arrived at work 1930.
Grammy night...... biz-eeeeeee.
HsLO 134
HsLS 110
HsLB 49
D UN 26 this month
No adds to the Gripe List.
Just an observation:
I've been off work 108 hours, from the time I got off work Thursday morning, to the time I started work Sunday night.
In that time, we had NO sex... and I received one beating..at a party, not at home.
It seems, I get more 'action' on my work days, than my days off.
Just an observation.
She often asks, when I make a statement similar to this, "Are you complaining?"
No.
As I said, just an observation.
01.25 Diary
Up around 0930.
We knew we needed to do our weekly supermarket shopping.
We decided, we'd do it when we get home, as we were going to a Munch, way up in the SFV at 13:00,
so we poked around a bit in the morning, then departed around noon.
Traffic looked bad at first, but opened up, and we arrived minutes before 13:00
I was trying to get my stuff together as we were walking into the restaurant, and She grumbled, "Why aren't you on my left?"
"Sorry," I mumbled. **
We entered, with a choice of sitting at the long table, or individual booths.
We were expecting friends, the same couple that were at our wedding.
It was my assumption, that THEY would prefer being at the long table, but She decided on a booth, and we had a bit of discussion about it, which even resulted in Her texting C, asking if a booth is okay. **
They were delayed, and we ordered lunch while waiting.
She pulled me in, close to Her....and bit down on my neck, a couple inches below my earlobe, HARD (it still hurts), while lecturing me about .... I honestly don't remember, something like, "You won't do this, and you won't do that...", but I was wincing in pain, so I don't remember the particulars.
I can honestly say, I'm not fond of that treatment in public places. I felt quite antagonistic about it for quite sometime afterwards. **
Our lunch arrived, and we ate.
Our friends arrived, and they sat with us, and we chatted awhile.
We set a tentative date to have them over to our house, in late February.
We left around 3, heading to the Vet to pick up our dog.
I expected a small office; I was quite surprised.
We had to wait awhile for the dog.... a while longer for pain meds for her, and a while longer for antibiotics.
Finally, we were good to go.
I sat in the back with Donna, a 70 lb uber-friendly pit bull, and we headed home.
Introductions were made between Donna and our other dogs in the house.
We left her in the care of R, and headed for the market.
She had a plan for dinner, that She did not want to tell me about.
We went to the supermarket.
Somewhere in the shopping trip, Little-S emerged. We chatted, and continued shopping.
And checked out, and returned home.
We unloaded, and she started the cooking.
I got my laundry, and made my bed.
My little dog Cookie was terrified and terrorized by Donna, so I stayed in my room, with Cookie on the bed with me.
I lay down for a nap at 20:15.
At 22:00, She (not Little-S) yelled into my room, "Are you having dinner?"
"Yes... "
"It's ready."
I got up.
Dinner was baked chicken, and stuffing, and baked sweet potatoes.
After dinner, I went back to my room, while She said, "I have a couple things to take care of, I'll be in around midnight..."
I dozed off, with Cookie on the bed with me.
She came in later and said, "For now, it looks like it will be easier, if I sleep in the other room, while you sleep here with Cookie..."
"Sure," I said.
Off to sleep, I went.
HsLO 110
HsLS 86
HsLB 25
D UN 25 this month
** on Gripe List**
We knew we needed to do our weekly supermarket shopping.
We decided, we'd do it when we get home, as we were going to a Munch, way up in the SFV at 13:00,
so we poked around a bit in the morning, then departed around noon.
Traffic looked bad at first, but opened up, and we arrived minutes before 13:00
I was trying to get my stuff together as we were walking into the restaurant, and She grumbled, "Why aren't you on my left?"
"Sorry," I mumbled. **
We entered, with a choice of sitting at the long table, or individual booths.
We were expecting friends, the same couple that were at our wedding.
It was my assumption, that THEY would prefer being at the long table, but She decided on a booth, and we had a bit of discussion about it, which even resulted in Her texting C, asking if a booth is okay. **
They were delayed, and we ordered lunch while waiting.
She pulled me in, close to Her....and bit down on my neck, a couple inches below my earlobe, HARD (it still hurts), while lecturing me about .... I honestly don't remember, something like, "You won't do this, and you won't do that...", but I was wincing in pain, so I don't remember the particulars.
I can honestly say, I'm not fond of that treatment in public places. I felt quite antagonistic about it for quite sometime afterwards. **
Our lunch arrived, and we ate.
Our friends arrived, and they sat with us, and we chatted awhile.
We set a tentative date to have them over to our house, in late February.
We left around 3, heading to the Vet to pick up our dog.
I expected a small office; I was quite surprised.
We had to wait awhile for the dog.... a while longer for pain meds for her, and a while longer for antibiotics.
Finally, we were good to go.
I sat in the back with Donna, a 70 lb uber-friendly pit bull, and we headed home.
Introductions were made between Donna and our other dogs in the house.
We left her in the care of R, and headed for the market.
She had a plan for dinner, that She did not want to tell me about.
We went to the supermarket.
Somewhere in the shopping trip, Little-S emerged. We chatted, and continued shopping.
And checked out, and returned home.
We unloaded, and she started the cooking.
I got my laundry, and made my bed.
My little dog Cookie was terrified and terrorized by Donna, so I stayed in my room, with Cookie on the bed with me.
I lay down for a nap at 20:15.
At 22:00, She (not Little-S) yelled into my room, "Are you having dinner?"
"Yes... "
"It's ready."
I got up.
Dinner was baked chicken, and stuffing, and baked sweet potatoes.
After dinner, I went back to my room, while She said, "I have a couple things to take care of, I'll be in around midnight..."
I dozed off, with Cookie on the bed with me.
She came in later and said, "For now, it looks like it will be easier, if I sleep in the other room, while you sleep here with Cookie..."
"Sure," I said.
Off to sleep, I went.
HsLO 110
HsLS 86
HsLB 25
D UN 25 this month
** on Gripe List**
01.24 Diary
Up around 0800, and we got ourselves ready to go out, as we were going to SLA Animal Control to visit a dog we had seen online, and were considering adopting, as a companion for Her Lab-mix, as the Pit-mix was going to be leaving us on Monday.
So we went...and we looked and we visited..and we fell in love....so we paid fees, and were told, that they would send her to a vet , the next morning, to be spayed, and we could pick her up from there, in the afternoon.
We went home, and took care of some things around the house.
I was trying to tell Her something about something else, and She interrupted me twice, and I gave up. **
She said, we HAD to go to the supermarket as we were out of TP, and so we went, and got that, plus some fixins' for dinner, and other immediate necessities.
We returned home, and as I put the toilet paper away, I saw that we still had a roll and 3/4 remaining, in the bathroom. **
She needed to go pick up a prescription for Her second youngest son, and take it to him, and I asked if I could stay home and take care of chores. She said I could.
She departed, and I pulled out racks from some clothes closets and managed to get my clothes, that were hanging on portable racks in my room, to the closets.
While I was working, in the hour or so She was gone, She called me twice, requiring me to run find my phone, wherever it was at the time. **
On Her second phone call, She told me, She wanted me to go with Her to Her sister's house, so that I would be there, when She told the sister what is really what.
I agreed.
She came along, and off we went.
We arrived at the sister's house.... and She went with her sister into her bedroom, where they talked privately, leaving me along with Her son and the sister's ex-husband...and very friendly large dog.
So...why was I needed to go along with Her? **
We returned home.
We were going to a party that night, and I've long decided to eat light before a party, to allow digestion, so I had chicken soup, while She put together stir fry for Herself and R.
She insisted I try it.
I did not want to.
She insisted again.
So I had to. **
We were out the door around 19:00, and made it to the dungeon just before 20:00.
The first hour was a speaker, discussing Fem-Dom, in general.
Then the 'party' started.
She asked me if I was ready, but I said, I didn't want to be 'first'.
We watched Lady K with her sub, doing some very interesting fireplay (reminder to self: look up 'flash cotton').
We went into the kitchen, got some snacks.
Then we chose a suitable station in one of the rooms.
I stripped naked, and got over a spanking bench, while She laid out an assortment of implements on a nearby table...
And She went 'at it'.
With my head hanging over the edge of a bench, I can't see what is in Her hand.
I have yet to decide if I prefer not knowing, or if I want to know what She's about to use.
I usually can't tell the difference in paddles, but I can between cane and paddle..and She started with cane... and then switched to various paddles....
Including the waffle-maker.... the sharp side.
She stopped, and started wiping my buttocks with wipes..and showed me the amount of blood She was wiping off.
She called in a DM, for permission to take pictures, ...which She did.
It took a fair amount of clean up, and I thoughtfully brought along a pair of tighty-whities to put on.
We cleaned up, dressed, and went to see what else was going on.
We sat around a bit, and decided to leave.
It was shortly after midnight.
She fell asleep on the way home...I almost did at the wheel... and took a wrong turn.... wound up going north on LBB instead of south...turned around, and arrived home around 0100.
I asked Her to take a few 'at home' pictures:
And we were in bed, asleep, around 0130.
HsLO 86
HsLS 62
HsLB 1
Days UN 24 this month
** On my Gripe List **
So we went...and we looked and we visited..and we fell in love....so we paid fees, and were told, that they would send her to a vet , the next morning, to be spayed, and we could pick her up from there, in the afternoon.
We went home, and took care of some things around the house.
I was trying to tell Her something about something else, and She interrupted me twice, and I gave up. **
She said, we HAD to go to the supermarket as we were out of TP, and so we went, and got that, plus some fixins' for dinner, and other immediate necessities.
We returned home, and as I put the toilet paper away, I saw that we still had a roll and 3/4 remaining, in the bathroom. **
She needed to go pick up a prescription for Her second youngest son, and take it to him, and I asked if I could stay home and take care of chores. She said I could.
She departed, and I pulled out racks from some clothes closets and managed to get my clothes, that were hanging on portable racks in my room, to the closets.
While I was working, in the hour or so She was gone, She called me twice, requiring me to run find my phone, wherever it was at the time. **
On Her second phone call, She told me, She wanted me to go with Her to Her sister's house, so that I would be there, when She told the sister what is really what.
I agreed.
She came along, and off we went.
We arrived at the sister's house.... and She went with her sister into her bedroom, where they talked privately, leaving me along with Her son and the sister's ex-husband...and very friendly large dog.
So...why was I needed to go along with Her? **
We returned home.
We were going to a party that night, and I've long decided to eat light before a party, to allow digestion, so I had chicken soup, while She put together stir fry for Herself and R.
She insisted I try it.
I did not want to.
She insisted again.
So I had to. **
We were out the door around 19:00, and made it to the dungeon just before 20:00.
The first hour was a speaker, discussing Fem-Dom, in general.
Then the 'party' started.
She asked me if I was ready, but I said, I didn't want to be 'first'.
We watched Lady K with her sub, doing some very interesting fireplay (reminder to self: look up 'flash cotton').
We went into the kitchen, got some snacks.
Then we chose a suitable station in one of the rooms.
I stripped naked, and got over a spanking bench, while She laid out an assortment of implements on a nearby table...
And She went 'at it'.
With my head hanging over the edge of a bench, I can't see what is in Her hand.
I have yet to decide if I prefer not knowing, or if I want to know what She's about to use.
I usually can't tell the difference in paddles, but I can between cane and paddle..and She started with cane... and then switched to various paddles....
Including the waffle-maker.... the sharp side.
She stopped, and started wiping my buttocks with wipes..and showed me the amount of blood She was wiping off.
She called in a DM, for permission to take pictures, ...which She did.
It took a fair amount of clean up, and I thoughtfully brought along a pair of tighty-whities to put on.
We cleaned up, dressed, and went to see what else was going on.
We sat around a bit, and decided to leave.
It was shortly after midnight.
She fell asleep on the way home...I almost did at the wheel... and took a wrong turn.... wound up going north on LBB instead of south...turned around, and arrived home around 0100.
I asked Her to take a few 'at home' pictures:
And we were in bed, asleep, around 0130.
HsLO 86
HsLS 62
HsLB 1
Days UN 24 this month
** On my Gripe List **
01.23 DIARY
Off work 07:30.
She picked me up at the office around 0815, and we headed to the Valley for a dr. appointment.
Nothing new or exciting there, just a follow up from prior visits.
Then off for breakfast at a diner that we had not been to, for quite some time.
And...headed home.
By the time we got home, and I puttered around,
I got to sleep around 14:00.
Awake around 19:30.
She whipped up a pot of chili for dinner.
I watched Shameless and Episodes in my bedroom while She spent a lot of time sitting at Her computer in the other bedroom.
I started a 'Gripe List'-- things that I would gripe or complain about if I was "allowed to", and this was my first entry in it.
She came into my room, and we went to sleep, together, around midnight.
She picked me up at the office around 0815, and we headed to the Valley for a dr. appointment.
Nothing new or exciting there, just a follow up from prior visits.
Then off for breakfast at a diner that we had not been to, for quite some time.
And...headed home.
By the time we got home, and I puttered around,
I got to sleep around 14:00.
Awake around 19:30.
She whipped up a pot of chili for dinner.
I watched Shameless and Episodes in my bedroom while She spent a lot of time sitting at Her computer in the other bedroom.
I started a 'Gripe List'-- things that I would gripe or complain about if I was "allowed to", and this was my first entry in it.
She came into my room, and we went to sleep, together, around midnight.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
01.25 NO WAY OUT ??
In response to a recent thread about slaves having, or rather, not having, the right to leave the relationship,
M posted the following:
"Shilo has no out. Our only "out" is divorce, and the conditions we agreed to make it very unlikely that it would happen, and, even in the improbable event of divorce, I don't see it affecting his sense of duty to serving me."
This... bothers me.
I do not believe in 'absolutes' (other than, when having to do with Spirituality).
And, this is one of a few reasons that I am troubled by carrying the label 'slave'.
For me, 'slave' has connotations of ...early to mid 19th century southern US with plantations... and, well, actual slaves.
I don't consider myself a 'slave', but a male, submissive to my Wife, willing to do Her bidding at almost any time.
There are times when we have 'differences of opinions' on that.
We've kinda worked it out, that, rather than confuse....anybody and everybody else, She will continue to refer to me as 'slave' in public forums, or in public, amongst our kinky friends, but in private, She came up with the term 'slub'.
Back to my point?
I really think this applies to all (okay, almost all.... I still dislike absolutes...) folks in an M/s relationship, that is so-called permanent, THAT:
There IS a way out. Probably more than just one.
The one I'm thinking of, is to simply say, "That's it, I'm done, I don't want to do this anymore."
Then, just walk away, drive away, don't come home, whatever it takes.
However, it IS a matter of choice.
What I choose to do, and what I choose to do NOT.
As long as I choose to stay in the relationship, it exists... forever.
But, I still have the choice.
It annoys me greatly for anybody to tell me, "You have no way out."
I smile weakly, and say, "If that is what you want to believe...."
M posted the following:
"Shilo has no out. Our only "out" is divorce, and the conditions we agreed to make it very unlikely that it would happen, and, even in the improbable event of divorce, I don't see it affecting his sense of duty to serving me."
This... bothers me.
I do not believe in 'absolutes' (other than, when having to do with Spirituality).
And, this is one of a few reasons that I am troubled by carrying the label 'slave'.
For me, 'slave' has connotations of ...early to mid 19th century southern US with plantations... and, well, actual slaves.
I don't consider myself a 'slave', but a male, submissive to my Wife, willing to do Her bidding at almost any time.
There are times when we have 'differences of opinions' on that.
We've kinda worked it out, that, rather than confuse....anybody and everybody else, She will continue to refer to me as 'slave' in public forums, or in public, amongst our kinky friends, but in private, She came up with the term 'slub'.
Back to my point?
I really think this applies to all (okay, almost all.... I still dislike absolutes...) folks in an M/s relationship, that is so-called permanent, THAT:
There IS a way out. Probably more than just one.
The one I'm thinking of, is to simply say, "That's it, I'm done, I don't want to do this anymore."
Then, just walk away, drive away, don't come home, whatever it takes.
However, it IS a matter of choice.
What I choose to do, and what I choose to do NOT.
As long as I choose to stay in the relationship, it exists... forever.
But, I still have the choice.
It annoys me greatly for anybody to tell me, "You have no way out."
I smile weakly, and say, "If that is what you want to believe...."
Thursday, January 23, 2014
01.22 Diary.....
Home.... about 07.00.
Chores.... done.
Grabbed two IFD, a short paddle with a round head... Lollipop? and a long light wood paddle ...Paint Stick?
And undressed, and got in the shower.
And out, and dried off, and put on long white socks, and went into Her bedroom.
It took a couple light kisses to wake Her up.... and She suggested I join Her in bed, and we cuddled and dozed.
Eventually, we woke up, and She told me to get up.... and walk near Her side of the bed, naked, while She inspected me.
And I asked, "What about your spanking?"
"Oh, you haven't forgotten about that....?"
"No."
In chat, a few hours prior to this, She told me, that She 'needed' or 'deserved' a spanking, because She almost got Herself fired from Her part time job working for Her mentor, DW, because She has a problem getting to him at a consistent time, and when he came down on Her about it, She felt some internal grumbling that She feels bad about...feeling. So...
"Let's get it over with....how do you want me?"
I got on the bed, sitting, with legs extended, and got Her torso over my lap, with Her panties off.
And I began...smacking Her adorable bottom with my right hand, in the best fashion I could figure out....
as She kept very still and very quiet....
Much later, She said, She lost count at a hundred.... I wasn't counting at all. I just kept on smacking ... until my right arm and shoulder got too tired to continue.
I stopped.... and She was actually sniffling, just a little bit.
We talked about it, a bit...
And I asked, "So, does that bottom hurt too much to have sex?"
"Oh no," She said.
I was mostly flaccid, but it didn't take a lot of stimulation, rubbing the cock head against Her pussy lips, to get it hard, and soon, we were lustily doing the ol in-out in-out.
After fifteen or twenty minutes, my penis wilted, and I got off Her.
We then eliminated the possibility of Her using the paddles on me, as She was about...out of time.
We went to the kitchen, to begin morning food.
And She ate, dressed, etc, and went to work, while I took my tray into my bedroom, and watched the first episode of the season of Episodes.
And ... to sleep, around 11:30.
Woke up once ...when She got home... 16:30, as She shared with me the chocolate-fudge-peanut butter pie She brought home.... and I added to that some Oreo mint cookies...and went back to bed, and immediately starting having acid reflux.
UP around 19:15. And showered, and dressed....
and all three of us into Her car as She was taking me to work .
Her car clock showed 21:00 when we arrived, right on time, I thought.
Then I walked into the office... 20:45. ...forgot She keeps Her car clock set early.
Wednesday is the only night that I work all night with another guy.
Well, was the only night, as this is projected to be the last such night, with schedule changes forthcoming.
But it meant, I got to do numerous non-work related things, while my ambitious co-worker took care of almost everything.
Now..... 06:37 a.m. YAWNNNNNNN ...
....gonna be a long day.....
HsLO 38
HsLS 14
HsLB 62 (for me, 13 for Her)
D UN 22 this month
Chores.... done.
Grabbed two IFD, a short paddle with a round head... Lollipop? and a long light wood paddle ...Paint Stick?
And undressed, and got in the shower.
And out, and dried off, and put on long white socks, and went into Her bedroom.
It took a couple light kisses to wake Her up.... and She suggested I join Her in bed, and we cuddled and dozed.
Eventually, we woke up, and She told me to get up.... and walk near Her side of the bed, naked, while She inspected me.
And I asked, "What about your spanking?"
"Oh, you haven't forgotten about that....?"
"No."
In chat, a few hours prior to this, She told me, that She 'needed' or 'deserved' a spanking, because She almost got Herself fired from Her part time job working for Her mentor, DW, because She has a problem getting to him at a consistent time, and when he came down on Her about it, She felt some internal grumbling that She feels bad about...feeling. So...
"Let's get it over with....how do you want me?"
I got on the bed, sitting, with legs extended, and got Her torso over my lap, with Her panties off.
And I began...smacking Her adorable bottom with my right hand, in the best fashion I could figure out....
as She kept very still and very quiet....
Much later, She said, She lost count at a hundred.... I wasn't counting at all. I just kept on smacking ... until my right arm and shoulder got too tired to continue.
I stopped.... and She was actually sniffling, just a little bit.
We talked about it, a bit...
And I asked, "So, does that bottom hurt too much to have sex?"
"Oh no," She said.
I was mostly flaccid, but it didn't take a lot of stimulation, rubbing the cock head against Her pussy lips, to get it hard, and soon, we were lustily doing the ol in-out in-out.
After fifteen or twenty minutes, my penis wilted, and I got off Her.
We then eliminated the possibility of Her using the paddles on me, as She was about...out of time.
We went to the kitchen, to begin morning food.
And She ate, dressed, etc, and went to work, while I took my tray into my bedroom, and watched the first episode of the season of Episodes.
And ... to sleep, around 11:30.
Woke up once ...when She got home... 16:30, as She shared with me the chocolate-fudge-peanut butter pie She brought home.... and I added to that some Oreo mint cookies...and went back to bed, and immediately starting having acid reflux.
UP around 19:15. And showered, and dressed....
and all three of us into Her car as She was taking me to work .
Her car clock showed 21:00 when we arrived, right on time, I thought.
Then I walked into the office... 20:45. ...forgot She keeps Her car clock set early.
Wednesday is the only night that I work all night with another guy.
Well, was the only night, as this is projected to be the last such night, with schedule changes forthcoming.
But it meant, I got to do numerous non-work related things, while my ambitious co-worker took care of almost everything.
Now..... 06:37 a.m. YAWNNNNNNN ...
....gonna be a long day.....
HsLO 38
HsLS 14
HsLB 62 (for me, 13 for Her)
D UN 22 this month
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
01.21 Diary....
Somewhat sleepily, made it home just before 0700...
And usual chores with animal care....
Then a shower.....
And into Her room.... wearing a robe and white socks
And She invited me into the bed.... and I ditched the robe and climbed in.
We cuddled and dozed a bit...
I felt the erection starting up, and I inquired as to Her availability for having sex...
And She said, She was available...
And told me to take Her panties down with my teeth.
With some struggling, I managed to do so, and later, She suggested I start at the bottom, not at the top.
I got on top,and we engaged in the ol' in-out in-out for awhile, until I said, "It's not happening..." and got off. I slipped down, and gave Her some oral satisfaction, until She told me to stop.
I climbed up next to Her and we cuddled a bit more.
Then She said, "I want to go again, but I don't think you're in any shape to...."
I said, "Maybe, I will be, after I pee..."
And I got up, and did so....
And returned to the bed. My penis was flaccid, but I still got on top of Her, and with some minor stimulation, it hardened, and I entered Her....and we went at it again.... and.... I came.
Then it was my duty and my joy to clean Her up, inside, with my tongue..... and continued giving Her oral service, until She told me to cease and desist.
And we got up, and stripped the rather wet sheets and mattress padding off the bed, which I later put into the washing machine.
We went into the kitchen, and I started on dinner, while She figured out something to eat to go with Her medications.
I finished eating,while She got ready for work, and I sat down in an easy chair for a bit.
She left for work, and I fell asleep in the chair.
I woke up around 14:00, moved the sheets etc from the washer to the dryer,
and went back to sleep in the chair.
She woke me up when She got home, and I was far from ready to get up.
I told Her, I was still really tired.
"Oh," She said, "I was going to ask for more sex, but I guess not."
R woke me up again, around 17:00, and I still couldn't get up.
I finally did, around 17:40.
And showered, and dressed, and made coffee, and kissed Her goodbye, and left for work.
Leaving at 1830 is a bit late, given usual traffic, but I still arrived at work at 19:29.
She had gone out to a munch.... notified me when She arrived home...and that She was laying down for some sleep.
She got up, somewhat later, and we chatted a bit on Fchat.
Now, I admit.... I was 'a little' disappointed about...not getting any bare bottom discipline, either morning or evening, and we talked a bit about that
Our morning time was used up, having sex.
Evening time, I just couldn't wake up with enough time.
In chat, She asked, "What's more important, my desire for sex, or your desire for discipline?"
Well, Her desire, of course.
She said that She goes through cycles of wanting sex more than anything.... then it will cycle back to wanting to give discipline...or doing both.... but right now, She's in a cycle of wanting sex, and ...
I'll just have to be patient with it.
She also told me to bring two implements with me, in the morning.
....If I don't fall asleep, and crash, on the way home.
HsLO 14
HsLS 14
HsLB 38
D UN 21 this month
And usual chores with animal care....
Then a shower.....
And into Her room.... wearing a robe and white socks
And She invited me into the bed.... and I ditched the robe and climbed in.
We cuddled and dozed a bit...
I felt the erection starting up, and I inquired as to Her availability for having sex...
And She said, She was available...
And told me to take Her panties down with my teeth.
With some struggling, I managed to do so, and later, She suggested I start at the bottom, not at the top.
I got on top,and we engaged in the ol' in-out in-out for awhile, until I said, "It's not happening..." and got off. I slipped down, and gave Her some oral satisfaction, until She told me to stop.
I climbed up next to Her and we cuddled a bit more.
Then She said, "I want to go again, but I don't think you're in any shape to...."
I said, "Maybe, I will be, after I pee..."
And I got up, and did so....
And returned to the bed. My penis was flaccid, but I still got on top of Her, and with some minor stimulation, it hardened, and I entered Her....and we went at it again.... and.... I came.
Then it was my duty and my joy to clean Her up, inside, with my tongue..... and continued giving Her oral service, until She told me to cease and desist.
And we got up, and stripped the rather wet sheets and mattress padding off the bed, which I later put into the washing machine.
We went into the kitchen, and I started on dinner, while She figured out something to eat to go with Her medications.
I finished eating,while She got ready for work, and I sat down in an easy chair for a bit.
She left for work, and I fell asleep in the chair.
I woke up around 14:00, moved the sheets etc from the washer to the dryer,
and went back to sleep in the chair.
She woke me up when She got home, and I was far from ready to get up.
I told Her, I was still really tired.
"Oh," She said, "I was going to ask for more sex, but I guess not."
R woke me up again, around 17:00, and I still couldn't get up.
I finally did, around 17:40.
And showered, and dressed, and made coffee, and kissed Her goodbye, and left for work.
Leaving at 1830 is a bit late, given usual traffic, but I still arrived at work at 19:29.
She had gone out to a munch.... notified me when She arrived home...and that She was laying down for some sleep.
She got up, somewhat later, and we chatted a bit on Fchat.
Now, I admit.... I was 'a little' disappointed about...not getting any bare bottom discipline, either morning or evening, and we talked a bit about that
Our morning time was used up, having sex.
Evening time, I just couldn't wake up with enough time.
In chat, She asked, "What's more important, my desire for sex, or your desire for discipline?"
Well, Her desire, of course.
She said that She goes through cycles of wanting sex more than anything.... then it will cycle back to wanting to give discipline...or doing both.... but right now, She's in a cycle of wanting sex, and ...
I'll just have to be patient with it.
She also told me to bring two implements with me, in the morning.
....If I don't fall asleep, and crash, on the way home.
HsLO 14
HsLS 14
HsLB 38
D UN 21 this month
01.22 A yearning for a strapping
A 'strap' is NOT in Her arsenal.
We do have a two-fingered tawse, but it does not come into play very often.
I frequently find myself wanting to find out, what a strap, applied to my bare bottom, would really feel like.
I recently find THIS video on S-tube, and ...I love it.
We do have a two-fingered tawse, but it does not come into play very often.
I frequently find myself wanting to find out, what a strap, applied to my bare bottom, would really feel like.
I recently find THIS video on S-tube, and ...I love it.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
01.20 Diary
Home....
Chores (feeding animals)...
And undressed, heading for the shower, after I gathered the three implements She had requested in chat,the night before (wooden spoon, medium length/medium weight paddle, and a yet-unused leather strap, flat on one side, metal studs on the other).
R was off work for the holiday, and I could see he was up and getting dressed, as I headed into the shower.
I dropped the implements on the bed next to Her as She lay yet sleeping, and went into the shower.
Clean and dry, I dressed in white socks and robe, and went into Her bedroom, and stood next to Her, waking Her up.
She looked up, and said, "Care to join me?"
"Sure..."
I put away my robe, and climbed in next to Her, and we lay, half dozing a bit.
After a while, I became obviously aroused, and despite the pain She was feeling between Her legs from Her double-fucking late Saturday night, She took off Her foot jammies, got on Her back, and pulled me on top of Her, and we did the ol in-out in-out for awhile.
I felt ...close...at times...but ultimately said, "It's not happening," and stopped, and She whispered, "That's okay."
I rolled off Her, and we cuddled a few minutes, then She got up to go pee, and came back, and asked, "Ready for a spanking?"
"Yep."
"FDAU."
I got up on the edge of the bed, with my feet just over the edge, on my knees, ass up, and face down on the covers....
And She beat my buttocks for awhile with the paddle, then the spoon.
Then She stopped, and had me move around a bit, while She checked out and cleaned up the scabs on my back from scratches. .... Wonder where THOSE came from? Ha.
Then She had me stretch out, flat, prone, face down, as She continued.
She was done, about to get Herself ready, and I said, 'A little more please....'
She picked up the paddle, and gave my buttocks a few more hard ones.
Note to self: not always a good idea to ask for more, once She says She is done.
We got up, She dressed, I put on the robe, and we went to the kitchen, me to start on my dinner, Her for a snack to take Her morning meds with....
Before I could sit down to eat, there was a bit of a scramble with the three of us trying to find Her pink sneakers....
Which She finally found, in a plastic bag, in a side pocket of Her unpacked suitcase, brought home from the weekend away.
I swear, when I unpacked the car, I brought those in separately, and dropped them at the side of Her bed, Sunday afternoon, while She was napping. No clue, how the sneakers got back into Her suitcase.
Anyway, they were found, and She was off, to work.
She said good bye to me, and R was nowhere in sight, and She yelled, "Goodbye R, wherever you are."
As She walked out the front door, R came in the back door, muttering, "Fucking finally."
"Fucking finally?" I repeated.
"Yeah, She drives me nuts..."
Hmmm.
I started eating, with the morning paper in front of me, and finished....
And went to bed, 1115 or so.
She woke me up around 1700 when She got home.... and I started slowly moving.
Very slowly. as I saw when I was heading for the shower, it was already 1800.
I could see, in Her room, as I got in the shower, that She was already in bed, taking a nap.
I showered quickly, dressed, made coffee, and headed out.
With a stop for gas, I was rolling towards work at 1840, and still arrived at work 1925, due to very light holiday traffic.
The usual guy I work with, E, had called out sick, and the manager was filling in, which gave us time to clarify the new and different schedule I would start working, starting the coming week.
Work was quiet, and he left...me alone...around 2130.
I saw that She was posting on Fet....and after a bit, joined Her in sp-o for some chat.
She said goodnight to me, around 0100.
Of note: She did not specify any or even a number of implements to bring with me, into the bedroom, in the morning. Not that it's a big deal; I can always go fetch, when or if She requires it.
She was obviously tired when She came home from work, as She went straight to bed, but, I do wonder if we'll be returning to the twice-a-day regimen. It's always 'nice' to go to work with a sore or stinging bottom.
HsLO 135
HsLS 15
HsLB 14
D UN 20 this month
Chores (feeding animals)...
And undressed, heading for the shower, after I gathered the three implements She had requested in chat,the night before (wooden spoon, medium length/medium weight paddle, and a yet-unused leather strap, flat on one side, metal studs on the other).
R was off work for the holiday, and I could see he was up and getting dressed, as I headed into the shower.
I dropped the implements on the bed next to Her as She lay yet sleeping, and went into the shower.
Clean and dry, I dressed in white socks and robe, and went into Her bedroom, and stood next to Her, waking Her up.
She looked up, and said, "Care to join me?"
"Sure..."
I put away my robe, and climbed in next to Her, and we lay, half dozing a bit.
After a while, I became obviously aroused, and despite the pain She was feeling between Her legs from Her double-fucking late Saturday night, She took off Her foot jammies, got on Her back, and pulled me on top of Her, and we did the ol in-out in-out for awhile.
I felt ...close...at times...but ultimately said, "It's not happening," and stopped, and She whispered, "That's okay."
I rolled off Her, and we cuddled a few minutes, then She got up to go pee, and came back, and asked, "Ready for a spanking?"
"Yep."
"FDAU."
I got up on the edge of the bed, with my feet just over the edge, on my knees, ass up, and face down on the covers....
And She beat my buttocks for awhile with the paddle, then the spoon.
Then She stopped, and had me move around a bit, while She checked out and cleaned up the scabs on my back from scratches. .... Wonder where THOSE came from? Ha.
Then She had me stretch out, flat, prone, face down, as She continued.
She was done, about to get Herself ready, and I said, 'A little more please....'
She picked up the paddle, and gave my buttocks a few more hard ones.
Note to self: not always a good idea to ask for more, once She says She is done.
We got up, She dressed, I put on the robe, and we went to the kitchen, me to start on my dinner, Her for a snack to take Her morning meds with....
Before I could sit down to eat, there was a bit of a scramble with the three of us trying to find Her pink sneakers....
Which She finally found, in a plastic bag, in a side pocket of Her unpacked suitcase, brought home from the weekend away.
I swear, when I unpacked the car, I brought those in separately, and dropped them at the side of Her bed, Sunday afternoon, while She was napping. No clue, how the sneakers got back into Her suitcase.
Anyway, they were found, and She was off, to work.
She said good bye to me, and R was nowhere in sight, and She yelled, "Goodbye R, wherever you are."
As She walked out the front door, R came in the back door, muttering, "Fucking finally."
"Fucking finally?" I repeated.
"Yeah, She drives me nuts..."
Hmmm.
I started eating, with the morning paper in front of me, and finished....
And went to bed, 1115 or so.
She woke me up around 1700 when She got home.... and I started slowly moving.
Very slowly. as I saw when I was heading for the shower, it was already 1800.
I could see, in Her room, as I got in the shower, that She was already in bed, taking a nap.
I showered quickly, dressed, made coffee, and headed out.
With a stop for gas, I was rolling towards work at 1840, and still arrived at work 1925, due to very light holiday traffic.
The usual guy I work with, E, had called out sick, and the manager was filling in, which gave us time to clarify the new and different schedule I would start working, starting the coming week.
Work was quiet, and he left...me alone...around 2130.
I saw that She was posting on Fet....and after a bit, joined Her in sp-o for some chat.
She said goodnight to me, around 0100.
Of note: She did not specify any or even a number of implements to bring with me, into the bedroom, in the morning. Not that it's a big deal; I can always go fetch, when or if She requires it.
She was obviously tired when She came home from work, as She went straight to bed, but, I do wonder if we'll be returning to the twice-a-day regimen. It's always 'nice' to go to work with a sore or stinging bottom.
HsLO 135
HsLS 15
HsLB 14
D UN 20 this month
Monday, January 20, 2014
01.19 Diary
In our room...R in one bed, She and I in the other.....
We lay together, and I felt the stirring ...of a rising erection....
She got in position, I got on top of Her, and we performed the ol' in-out in-out for fifteen, twenty minutes.... until my penis had enough, and drooped. She whispered, "Thank you," and I got off Her.
I rolled onto my side, facing the wall, and She got up, and into bed, next to R.
I heard faint motion, and an occasional gasp from Her.
When I saw some light come on, I turned around, and saw the empty bed, so both of them were in the bathroom.
I asked Her about it later.... She said, R had to pee, and didn't have any condoms...so She was cleaning up and out...Herself.
She returned to bed with me.
I was in a bit of a mood, because I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this bed-jumping.... but after a few minutes, I rolled over and held and spooned with Her, as we went to sleep.
And up around 0800 for showers and packing and checking out, then back to the Bod for the famous pancake breakfast.
While hanging around there, She asked me how I felt 'about last night' and I told Her, it took some processing, but I've come to grips with it, and am calling it 'compersion'... that I am happy in Her happiness.... with the minor addition... because I feel confident, She will always return to MY bed, sooner or later.
We departed, and headed home.
All She wanted to do, was get inside, and lay down...which She did.
In the meantime, R and I moved Her desk into the C-room, as it's been a long standing project to get that desk in that room, then put the new fish tank on top of it.
Had to wake Her up to supervise it, though.
Then I took care of laundry, and other chores.
I wanted to put up a curtain rod in Her room, but R and Her were both asleep in there.
Same with emptying closets.....
I dusted and wiped down the desk, making sure it was ready for the tank.
I read three days of papers, and had a snack,
and started on a nap, around 15:30.
Up around 17:15 for a shower.
I was sitting on the toilet, when She came in, and starting squeezing out blackheads on my forehead, and scrubbing out inside of, and the backside of, my ears.....
Then I took a shower, dressed, made coffee.... and left, around 18:40
Arrived at work 19:20.....
Quiet night SO FAR as of 01:20.
HsLO 111
HsLS 23
HsLB 25
D UN 19 this month
We lay together, and I felt the stirring ...of a rising erection....
She got in position, I got on top of Her, and we performed the ol' in-out in-out for fifteen, twenty minutes.... until my penis had enough, and drooped. She whispered, "Thank you," and I got off Her.
I rolled onto my side, facing the wall, and She got up, and into bed, next to R.
I heard faint motion, and an occasional gasp from Her.
When I saw some light come on, I turned around, and saw the empty bed, so both of them were in the bathroom.
I asked Her about it later.... She said, R had to pee, and didn't have any condoms...so She was cleaning up and out...Herself.
She returned to bed with me.
I was in a bit of a mood, because I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this bed-jumping.... but after a few minutes, I rolled over and held and spooned with Her, as we went to sleep.
And up around 0800 for showers and packing and checking out, then back to the Bod for the famous pancake breakfast.
While hanging around there, She asked me how I felt 'about last night' and I told Her, it took some processing, but I've come to grips with it, and am calling it 'compersion'... that I am happy in Her happiness.... with the minor addition... because I feel confident, She will always return to MY bed, sooner or later.
We departed, and headed home.
All She wanted to do, was get inside, and lay down...which She did.
In the meantime, R and I moved Her desk into the C-room, as it's been a long standing project to get that desk in that room, then put the new fish tank on top of it.
Had to wake Her up to supervise it, though.
Then I took care of laundry, and other chores.
I wanted to put up a curtain rod in Her room, but R and Her were both asleep in there.
Same with emptying closets.....
I dusted and wiped down the desk, making sure it was ready for the tank.
I read three days of papers, and had a snack,
and started on a nap, around 15:30.
Up around 17:15 for a shower.
I was sitting on the toilet, when She came in, and starting squeezing out blackheads on my forehead, and scrubbing out inside of, and the backside of, my ears.....
Then I took a shower, dressed, made coffee.... and left, around 18:40
Arrived at work 19:20.....
Quiet night SO FAR as of 01:20.
HsLO 111
HsLS 23
HsLB 25
D UN 19 this month
01.18 Diary
Everybody up..around 0700, and showered, and we headed out, to a Walmart, that opened at 0800.
She ran in, purchased some ginger root (and a pair of sneakers, and some socks)...and we headed out. She starting giving directions to the BoD, which I had already mapped out, and I continued my crabby mood, talking about getting directions when I had already figured it out....
We arrived at the BoD for registration, almost the first ones there......
And ...the day began.
Coffee wasn't ready yet, so I excused myself to go the two blocks to the 7-11, to fetch a couple cups, and returned.
Registration was finishing....the introductory speech was done.... and GD opened the board for people to post their classes.
She posted one class for figging, and another for Chastity device demonstration. Another person had the same idea for chastity devices, so we agreed to do the class together.
She and R attended an early class on needleplay, and I kinda wandered around.
Then, there was a class on milking & squirting.
Or rather, the class was being called by someone who wanted to find out HOW to do it.
M immediately volunteered, saying, "Let me show you...."
We put the plastic sheet on the table; She took off Her shorts and underpants and shoes, and got on the table and opened Her legs, and I put a glove on my right hand..... and slipped it between Her legs and began stroking Her g-spot with my two middle fingers....
Squirting was not forthcoming, but She certainly got wet.
There was some chat about milking, and prostate milking, but nobody was demonstrating it.
Around noon, the three of attended an out-on-the-lawn open discussion on Polyamory.
It was interesting, but I can't say I gained any insights from it.
We went back in, and began setting up for our Chastity Device presentation.
The other fellow had his group of devices, I had mine.... I began by, before the class, putting on one of my stranger devices, simply because it's the hardest to get off and on....
And we went on.
Apparently, other fellow was not about to strip off and demonstrate how any of his devices look 'on him'.
She had me put on my double-lock cage so She could show how that one worked.
I never got a chance to show the humbler... or the locking butt plug... well, another time...?
That one over with, She asked if if I had a knife, for Her to start cutting up the ginger root.
"Sure," I said, handing Her one, and She ran off to where our big Dungeon bag, without waiting for me to say anything, so continued calming packing and waiting til She came back, which She did....
"I can't find the ginger..."
I handed it to Her.
And She went off to find a place to start carving pieces.
My e-cig was 'out'.
I asked Her if I had time....and I did...and I drove up to the 7-11 for another e-cig and more coffee, and returned.
We gathered for Her figging class, which was sparsely attended.... I believe because it was not well-advertised.... and the lateness in the day had folks in waning interest.
She spoke of some history, then had me get naked, and lay flat on a table on my stomach, and figged my ass.
Then had me turned over, and inserted ginger pieces in my urethra....
Then had me turn over again, to demonstrate the purpose of the fig, by using a hairbrush-paddle on my ass, with the ginger still inserted.
Then She told me to 'take em out'..... and get up and dressed, and I did...
And She took off Her shorts and panties, and got on the table, and opened Her legs, and had me demonstrate figging, on Her outer lips...and on the clitoral hood..... as She gasped loudly.
She called an end of the class...and people walked away as She lay there..... and with cold paper towels added, She gasped and moaned quite loudly.
...We were sitting on the couch.... waiting for the closing circle... talking....
I said, "First I'm going to say, I've been ...well.... edgy...because...I've been ...pissed off about yesterday's spanking. I don't know why I've been pissed off, but I have been, and once I figure it out, I'll tell you."
"Okay..."
"And, I've been in a mood... a very tense mood...which ALWAYS happens to me, prior to any form or public speaking or presentation. It was one, easy thing for me, to be a silent demo dummy for the figging...but speaking for the CD presentation....the idea of it, had me freaked...."
"Okay."
"So, I woke up at like 0200, wanting to go pee, and the second I did, R jumped up out of his bed and went to the bathroom, so I lay there waiting a bit, then I heard a bit of a 'groan'... which could have come from the feeling of passing a good bowel movement...or from, you know, cumming."
"OH?" she said..... then She jumped up, and ran off to find R.
She returned after some minutes, and sat back down.
"He admitted to it, that he has been masturbating.... and I told him, that's not fair to me.... and I'm giving him a deadline of Tuesday night..... if he hasn't had sex with me by then, I'm locking you both up in chastity."
"Hey, what did I do?"
"What's fair is fair..."
"Hmmm...."
"Maybe tonight.... can you have sex with me, while he is in the other bed?"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind, but I don't know if my lower brain will cooperate....but I can certainly service you orally, if need be..."
"And if he hears that, maybe he'll be ready to have sex with me..."
"You'll jump from my bed to his?"
"If it works out, yes...."
Then it was time for the circle and closing, where folks gave thanks for the classes they saw and to the people who put on the whole thing etc.... then we adjourned, for people to go have dinner or whatever, and to return later, if they wanted to, for the after-Grue party.
We left, and went straight to the Caro's, next to our motel, for dinner.......
It took the waitress three times to deliver to Her, one glass of water, no ice, no lemon.
Otherwise, it was pretty good.
Then we went to the motel, and changed clothes, and we both helped Her into Her lace-up-in-the-back corset.... and returned to the BoD.
It was slow going to start with.
And we just ...watched.
And I continued to be ...awed.
Until I began my descent into BDSM, I had seen, in the flesh, oh maybe four naked women, in the flesh.
Nowadays, I go to these parties, and see all sorts of naked or half naked women, and men.... wandering about like it's the most natural thing....
The place started filling up, lots of scenes going on, and we decided maybe it was time to get into one.
However I had a nagging in my colon..... so first I went to my car, to fetch some Alka Seltzer, which usually helps in getting things started, then I went to the toilet with my enema nozzle/bulb and portable bidet nozzle.... and was able to clear out my colon and rectum, and clean up.
I returned, and we managed to maneuver a spanking bench into a suitable place.
She had me strip, naked, and get on the bench.
She started with beating my buttocks with the paddle-brush.... then decided my crack was not clean enough to suit Her, and gather some babywipes, to thoroughly clean me, there.
Then She continued, with strokes from Her long bamboo cane..... and strokes from the riding crop....
and swats from the zombie-killer... then swaps with the 'soft side' of the wafflemaker.... then She turned it over to use the pointy side.... and after a few swaps, stopped altogether, and began wiping my buttocks off.
From my viewpoint, I can't see a damned thing, so I had no idea what was going on, or why She stopped.
I do know I had just plateaued... had reached the point of not really feeling it anymore, of heading into subspace....
And She told me, the wafflemaker had drawn too much blood, and 'people were freaking out'.
So She cleaned up...showed me paper towels and babywipes with blood spatter on them...
And She took a number of pictures (at the end of this....)
And She told me to get up...slowly if need be...and dress...and clean up the station...which I did.
Then I found a place on a couch to sit, and after a bit, She joined me.
And She decided She had an urge for ice cream, so we found R, grabbed our bags, and departed.
And went back to the restaurant adjacent to the motel.
The server was a gentleman who looked like he would crumble to dust at any moment.
He couldn't get an order of three coffees correct...he brought two...
And we all ordered the same sundae,with coffee ice cream, and brought them with vanilla.
M asked him about it, and said, "Oh we're out of coffee ice cream."
Well, he should have said something at the beginning.
But, when he brought the check, he said he only charged us for two of them.
Okay fine.
And, we returned to our room.
hSLO 87
HsLS 87
HsLB 1 (party style)
D UN 18 this month
She ran in, purchased some ginger root (and a pair of sneakers, and some socks)...and we headed out. She starting giving directions to the BoD, which I had already mapped out, and I continued my crabby mood, talking about getting directions when I had already figured it out....
We arrived at the BoD for registration, almost the first ones there......
And ...the day began.
Coffee wasn't ready yet, so I excused myself to go the two blocks to the 7-11, to fetch a couple cups, and returned.
Registration was finishing....the introductory speech was done.... and GD opened the board for people to post their classes.
She posted one class for figging, and another for Chastity device demonstration. Another person had the same idea for chastity devices, so we agreed to do the class together.
She and R attended an early class on needleplay, and I kinda wandered around.
Then, there was a class on milking & squirting.
Or rather, the class was being called by someone who wanted to find out HOW to do it.
M immediately volunteered, saying, "Let me show you...."
We put the plastic sheet on the table; She took off Her shorts and underpants and shoes, and got on the table and opened Her legs, and I put a glove on my right hand..... and slipped it between Her legs and began stroking Her g-spot with my two middle fingers....
Squirting was not forthcoming, but She certainly got wet.
There was some chat about milking, and prostate milking, but nobody was demonstrating it.
Around noon, the three of attended an out-on-the-lawn open discussion on Polyamory.
It was interesting, but I can't say I gained any insights from it.
We went back in, and began setting up for our Chastity Device presentation.
The other fellow had his group of devices, I had mine.... I began by, before the class, putting on one of my stranger devices, simply because it's the hardest to get off and on....
And we went on.
Apparently, other fellow was not about to strip off and demonstrate how any of his devices look 'on him'.
She had me put on my double-lock cage so She could show how that one worked.
I never got a chance to show the humbler... or the locking butt plug... well, another time...?
That one over with, She asked if if I had a knife, for Her to start cutting up the ginger root.
"Sure," I said, handing Her one, and She ran off to where our big Dungeon bag, without waiting for me to say anything, so continued calming packing and waiting til She came back, which She did....
"I can't find the ginger..."
I handed it to Her.
And She went off to find a place to start carving pieces.
My e-cig was 'out'.
I asked Her if I had time....and I did...and I drove up to the 7-11 for another e-cig and more coffee, and returned.
We gathered for Her figging class, which was sparsely attended.... I believe because it was not well-advertised.... and the lateness in the day had folks in waning interest.
She spoke of some history, then had me get naked, and lay flat on a table on my stomach, and figged my ass.
Then had me turned over, and inserted ginger pieces in my urethra....
Then had me turn over again, to demonstrate the purpose of the fig, by using a hairbrush-paddle on my ass, with the ginger still inserted.
Then She told me to 'take em out'..... and get up and dressed, and I did...
And She took off Her shorts and panties, and got on the table, and opened Her legs, and had me demonstrate figging, on Her outer lips...and on the clitoral hood..... as She gasped loudly.
She called an end of the class...and people walked away as She lay there..... and with cold paper towels added, She gasped and moaned quite loudly.
...We were sitting on the couch.... waiting for the closing circle... talking....
I said, "First I'm going to say, I've been ...well.... edgy...because...I've been ...pissed off about yesterday's spanking. I don't know why I've been pissed off, but I have been, and once I figure it out, I'll tell you."
"Okay..."
"And, I've been in a mood... a very tense mood...which ALWAYS happens to me, prior to any form or public speaking or presentation. It was one, easy thing for me, to be a silent demo dummy for the figging...but speaking for the CD presentation....the idea of it, had me freaked...."
"Okay."
"So, I woke up at like 0200, wanting to go pee, and the second I did, R jumped up out of his bed and went to the bathroom, so I lay there waiting a bit, then I heard a bit of a 'groan'... which could have come from the feeling of passing a good bowel movement...or from, you know, cumming."
"OH?" she said..... then She jumped up, and ran off to find R.
She returned after some minutes, and sat back down.
"He admitted to it, that he has been masturbating.... and I told him, that's not fair to me.... and I'm giving him a deadline of Tuesday night..... if he hasn't had sex with me by then, I'm locking you both up in chastity."
"Hey, what did I do?"
"What's fair is fair..."
"Hmmm...."
"Maybe tonight.... can you have sex with me, while he is in the other bed?"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind, but I don't know if my lower brain will cooperate....but I can certainly service you orally, if need be..."
"And if he hears that, maybe he'll be ready to have sex with me..."
"You'll jump from my bed to his?"
"If it works out, yes...."
Then it was time for the circle and closing, where folks gave thanks for the classes they saw and to the people who put on the whole thing etc.... then we adjourned, for people to go have dinner or whatever, and to return later, if they wanted to, for the after-Grue party.
We left, and went straight to the Caro's, next to our motel, for dinner.......
It took the waitress three times to deliver to Her, one glass of water, no ice, no lemon.
Otherwise, it was pretty good.
Then we went to the motel, and changed clothes, and we both helped Her into Her lace-up-in-the-back corset.... and returned to the BoD.
It was slow going to start with.
And we just ...watched.
And I continued to be ...awed.
Until I began my descent into BDSM, I had seen, in the flesh, oh maybe four naked women, in the flesh.
Nowadays, I go to these parties, and see all sorts of naked or half naked women, and men.... wandering about like it's the most natural thing....
The place started filling up, lots of scenes going on, and we decided maybe it was time to get into one.
However I had a nagging in my colon..... so first I went to my car, to fetch some Alka Seltzer, which usually helps in getting things started, then I went to the toilet with my enema nozzle/bulb and portable bidet nozzle.... and was able to clear out my colon and rectum, and clean up.
I returned, and we managed to maneuver a spanking bench into a suitable place.
She had me strip, naked, and get on the bench.
She started with beating my buttocks with the paddle-brush.... then decided my crack was not clean enough to suit Her, and gather some babywipes, to thoroughly clean me, there.
Then She continued, with strokes from Her long bamboo cane..... and strokes from the riding crop....
and swats from the zombie-killer... then swaps with the 'soft side' of the wafflemaker.... then She turned it over to use the pointy side.... and after a few swaps, stopped altogether, and began wiping my buttocks off.
From my viewpoint, I can't see a damned thing, so I had no idea what was going on, or why She stopped.
I do know I had just plateaued... had reached the point of not really feeling it anymore, of heading into subspace....
And She told me, the wafflemaker had drawn too much blood, and 'people were freaking out'.
So She cleaned up...showed me paper towels and babywipes with blood spatter on them...
And She took a number of pictures (at the end of this....)
And She told me to get up...slowly if need be...and dress...and clean up the station...which I did.
Then I found a place on a couch to sit, and after a bit, She joined me.
And She decided She had an urge for ice cream, so we found R, grabbed our bags, and departed.
And went back to the restaurant adjacent to the motel.
The server was a gentleman who looked like he would crumble to dust at any moment.
He couldn't get an order of three coffees correct...he brought two...
And we all ordered the same sundae,with coffee ice cream, and brought them with vanilla.
M asked him about it, and said, "Oh we're out of coffee ice cream."
Well, he should have said something at the beginning.
But, when he brought the check, he said he only charged us for two of them.
Okay fine.
And, we returned to our room.
hSLO 87
HsLS 87
HsLB 1 (party style)
D UN 18 this month
Sunday, January 19, 2014
01.17 diary
Awake 0715, when She woke me up, asking me to come join Her in Her bed...
And awake again 0930.... chores and etc...
And out together 11:45, heading to TOR where She had an appointment with Her beautician...
During which time, I got an email from my work manager, asking me to call him, so I stepped out of the room, and we talked, about a potential very interesting work schedule for me.
I finished up, went back in the room, and She was about ready, and She dressed and we left.
She had to go to the bank and move money around.... then we went to a Pet store, and put in a supply of cat food, dog food, and other cat and fish supplies.
We went home, and unloaded, then got back in the car, and headed out to a 99c store, in search of ginger root. We picked up a number of items, but ...no ginger root in stock, so we went to another 99c store some 8 minutes away, and no ginger root there either..and we headed back home.
And began to pack, as the three of us were headed out that night, to go to a meet-in-greet in WCO prior to the Grue, the next day, and staying in a motel that night (and the next night).... and still needed to track down some ginger root, time permitting.
I packed one bag of all my chastity devices, seven of them, plus some odds and ends that weren't exactly chastity devices, in preparation for a presentation She suggested I give....
I packed the Dungeon bag with every one of our daily implements, plus some lesser used ones (floggers) and a number of other items of possible interest (nipple clamps, etc).
She wanted an ice chest, to have cold water, etc in the room, available. So She sent R out to get one from the garage. He brought one back....with a non-matching lid, so She sent him again, to find the lid that matches it.
For Her figging demo, She wanted to have a plastic sheet (bought one at the 99c Store, for about a dollar), a regular bed sheet (She dug up one), a knife for paring, a dispensable one in case it gets lost (I found a couple) ...and a blanket, to wrap around oneself , in case it gets chilly, while having few, if any clothes on.
I picked out a blanket, and She said, "Yes, that's good...." then a few minutes later, came from Her room, holding a different one..."This one instead..."
I frowned. "The one I picked ain't good enough?"
"I think this one will be better."
"Do you want to pick the knife to take, since I obviously can't choose the right thing?"
She looked at me with an angry face, and said, "Get in here."
I followed Her into Her bedroom, and She said, "Drop your pants."
I did.
"Bent over the bed."
I did.
She went to my room, and came back with the long, heavy, bamboo zombie killer paddle.
"You need to lose the attitude, and be careful of how you talk to me."
She whacked my bottom some twenty five times with that paddle.
With no warm-up, it hurts-like-hell.
R walked in for the 'tail' end of it.
"He's getting this for attitude he gave me," She said to him.
"Oh," he said, non-plussed.
"Pull up your pants...... lose the attitude...and go finish packing."
I did so.
While feeling angry.... bitter....pissed-off... just, ready to chew on some nails.
Everybody and everything was packed, and R and I took it to my car, and I loaded it up.
We checked out the traffic options on sigalert, and decided on 710 N, to 10 E, and off we went, albeit somewhat slowly....around 1715.
The dinner 'started' at 19:00 and we were watching to see if we would have time to check in at the motel first, or find another 99c on the way, first.
We did not, and arrived at the restaurant just before 19:00.
We entered.... a few others were there, in the bar.... the room the restaurant was providing was not yet ready...
But after a few minutes, the room was ready, and we moved in.
And it was a meet and greet, at a Mexican restaurant....
and after a while, the noise level became too much, and I stepped out for awhile, and went to sit alone in my car..... and then I returned.....
Around 22:00, we had all had enough, and made our goodbyes, and departed, and headed to the motel, to check in....
And we moved into the room, what bags we needed....
R slept in one bed, J and I slept in the other, and that's all we did, getting to sleep, quite quickly.
The evening did continue, with me being ... bitter... and giving Her one or two-word answers to questions...
She knew something was ..amiss, but I was not talking about it.
I DID talk to Her about it, the next day, during the Grue after-Grue-party, and rather than wait for proper chronology, I'll try to explore my feelings now.
THIS spanking was 'impromptu' and 'punishment'.
Such spankings have been rare.
I remember....one..... back in October.... a quick one with some cane strokes, in my bedroom, while getting ready for one of our numerous trips....
Otherwise, there haven't been any real 'surprises' , and for the most part, the 'beatings' have been for our mutual pleasure.
But THIS one... happened quickly... unexpected... in a context in which I would not have expected it (packing for a trip)... and it was for ... a good reason.
And I got my knickers in a twist about it.
And, I just don't know why.
THIS was very nearly a fantasy fulfillment.
For years I've fantasized of having a Mommy/Strict Wife calling me on a misdeed, and spanking me right then and there for it.
So, what about it, pissed me off?
The best I can come up with.... and this is 'weak', I admit, but it is the best I can come up with...is the lack of consistency. I've shot off a smart mouth to Her before.... gawd knows, many times before.... and usually, She said, "Oh stop it..." or gave a me sad look...or even, apologized Herself, if She thought there was some fault on Her part.
But, this time, She whacked me for it.
Maybe I felt..... howcum I got away with the smartmouth many times before, and not this time?
In short, I deserved it, I knew I deserved it, I know I deserved it.
Perhaps...it would help (me, and my feelings about it) if She was really consistent with it, letting me know anytime I smartmouth Her, that it is unacceptable.
Since then, I've expanded this short scene, in my mind, to a longer fantasy:
Which starts with Her telling me to strip naked for this beating.... (as, I am usually naked for them).
Afterwards, She says, "And you will remain naked, until we are finished packing, and ready to go out the door...."
So there I am, walking around the house, gathering whatever.... in view of R.... my red buttocks on display... until all the bags are by the front door, ready to go out.
Then She says, "Let's finish the lesson." And has me bend over.... (whatever, table, bed, or while standing) for further smacks of the paddle.
"Now get dressed, and let's get going...."
HsLO 63
HrLS 63
HsLB&p 8
DAYS un 17 this month
And awake again 0930.... chores and etc...
And out together 11:45, heading to TOR where She had an appointment with Her beautician...
During which time, I got an email from my work manager, asking me to call him, so I stepped out of the room, and we talked, about a potential very interesting work schedule for me.
I finished up, went back in the room, and She was about ready, and She dressed and we left.
She had to go to the bank and move money around.... then we went to a Pet store, and put in a supply of cat food, dog food, and other cat and fish supplies.
We went home, and unloaded, then got back in the car, and headed out to a 99c store, in search of ginger root. We picked up a number of items, but ...no ginger root in stock, so we went to another 99c store some 8 minutes away, and no ginger root there either..and we headed back home.
And began to pack, as the three of us were headed out that night, to go to a meet-in-greet in WCO prior to the Grue, the next day, and staying in a motel that night (and the next night).... and still needed to track down some ginger root, time permitting.
I packed one bag of all my chastity devices, seven of them, plus some odds and ends that weren't exactly chastity devices, in preparation for a presentation She suggested I give....
I packed the Dungeon bag with every one of our daily implements, plus some lesser used ones (floggers) and a number of other items of possible interest (nipple clamps, etc).
She wanted an ice chest, to have cold water, etc in the room, available. So She sent R out to get one from the garage. He brought one back....with a non-matching lid, so She sent him again, to find the lid that matches it.
For Her figging demo, She wanted to have a plastic sheet (bought one at the 99c Store, for about a dollar), a regular bed sheet (She dug up one), a knife for paring, a dispensable one in case it gets lost (I found a couple) ...and a blanket, to wrap around oneself , in case it gets chilly, while having few, if any clothes on.
I picked out a blanket, and She said, "Yes, that's good...." then a few minutes later, came from Her room, holding a different one..."This one instead..."
I frowned. "The one I picked ain't good enough?"
"I think this one will be better."
"Do you want to pick the knife to take, since I obviously can't choose the right thing?"
She looked at me with an angry face, and said, "Get in here."
I followed Her into Her bedroom, and She said, "Drop your pants."
I did.
"Bent over the bed."
I did.
She went to my room, and came back with the long, heavy, bamboo zombie killer paddle.
"You need to lose the attitude, and be careful of how you talk to me."
She whacked my bottom some twenty five times with that paddle.
With no warm-up, it hurts-like-hell.
R walked in for the 'tail' end of it.
"He's getting this for attitude he gave me," She said to him.
"Oh," he said, non-plussed.
"Pull up your pants...... lose the attitude...and go finish packing."
I did so.
While feeling angry.... bitter....pissed-off... just, ready to chew on some nails.
Everybody and everything was packed, and R and I took it to my car, and I loaded it up.
We checked out the traffic options on sigalert, and decided on 710 N, to 10 E, and off we went, albeit somewhat slowly....around 1715.
The dinner 'started' at 19:00 and we were watching to see if we would have time to check in at the motel first, or find another 99c on the way, first.
We did not, and arrived at the restaurant just before 19:00.
We entered.... a few others were there, in the bar.... the room the restaurant was providing was not yet ready...
But after a few minutes, the room was ready, and we moved in.
And it was a meet and greet, at a Mexican restaurant....
and after a while, the noise level became too much, and I stepped out for awhile, and went to sit alone in my car..... and then I returned.....
Around 22:00, we had all had enough, and made our goodbyes, and departed, and headed to the motel, to check in....
And we moved into the room, what bags we needed....
R slept in one bed, J and I slept in the other, and that's all we did, getting to sleep, quite quickly.
The evening did continue, with me being ... bitter... and giving Her one or two-word answers to questions...
She knew something was ..amiss, but I was not talking about it.
I DID talk to Her about it, the next day, during the Grue after-Grue-party, and rather than wait for proper chronology, I'll try to explore my feelings now.
THIS spanking was 'impromptu' and 'punishment'.
Such spankings have been rare.
I remember....one..... back in October.... a quick one with some cane strokes, in my bedroom, while getting ready for one of our numerous trips....
Otherwise, there haven't been any real 'surprises' , and for the most part, the 'beatings' have been for our mutual pleasure.
But THIS one... happened quickly... unexpected... in a context in which I would not have expected it (packing for a trip)... and it was for ... a good reason.
And I got my knickers in a twist about it.
And, I just don't know why.
THIS was very nearly a fantasy fulfillment.
For years I've fantasized of having a Mommy/Strict Wife calling me on a misdeed, and spanking me right then and there for it.
So, what about it, pissed me off?
The best I can come up with.... and this is 'weak', I admit, but it is the best I can come up with...is the lack of consistency. I've shot off a smart mouth to Her before.... gawd knows, many times before.... and usually, She said, "Oh stop it..." or gave a me sad look...or even, apologized Herself, if She thought there was some fault on Her part.
But, this time, She whacked me for it.
Maybe I felt..... howcum I got away with the smartmouth many times before, and not this time?
In short, I deserved it, I knew I deserved it, I know I deserved it.
Perhaps...it would help (me, and my feelings about it) if She was really consistent with it, letting me know anytime I smartmouth Her, that it is unacceptable.
Since then, I've expanded this short scene, in my mind, to a longer fantasy:
Which starts with Her telling me to strip naked for this beating.... (as, I am usually naked for them).
Afterwards, She says, "And you will remain naked, until we are finished packing, and ready to go out the door...."
So there I am, walking around the house, gathering whatever.... in view of R.... my red buttocks on display... until all the bags are by the front door, ready to go out.
Then She says, "Let's finish the lesson." And has me bend over.... (whatever, table, bed, or while standing) for further smacks of the paddle.
"Now get dressed, and let's get going...."
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01.16 Diary
Off work 08:30 and headed home...
And it wasn't til I was headed home, that I realized, I had just worked an 11 1/2 hour shift ( - 1/2 hour clock out for lunch) and had no idea why. Apparently, the manager had miscalculated hours when he posted it, and I had never double checked it myself.
Home...talking to Her, and chores while She got ready to go to work, then other things I needed to do, mostly on line, including swapping emails with my work manager about my upcoming decision about another job offer I had.
Then dinner, and sleep oh 1445
and up 1745.
Shower and dressed....as She arrived home, and off we went to HB, to attend a femdom-oriented munch.
Home....
She was not feeling well.... which meant, Her preference was to sleep in the bedroom closest to the bathroom, which was the other bedroom, so I went to my room, alone, watched an ep of Justified on the DVR, and went to sleep 0100....
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HsLS 39
HsLB 38
D unlock 16 this month
And it wasn't til I was headed home, that I realized, I had just worked an 11 1/2 hour shift ( - 1/2 hour clock out for lunch) and had no idea why. Apparently, the manager had miscalculated hours when he posted it, and I had never double checked it myself.
Home...talking to Her, and chores while She got ready to go to work, then other things I needed to do, mostly on line, including swapping emails with my work manager about my upcoming decision about another job offer I had.
Then dinner, and sleep oh 1445
and up 1745.
Shower and dressed....as She arrived home, and off we went to HB, to attend a femdom-oriented munch.
Home....
She was not feeling well.... which meant, Her preference was to sleep in the bedroom closest to the bathroom, which was the other bedroom, so I went to my room, alone, watched an ep of Justified on the DVR, and went to sleep 0100....
HsLO 39
HsLS 39
HsLB 38
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1.19 Real Tales of My Strict Wife
As I write this, it's been a heckuva long time since I've had any kind of bottom-warming, due to the busy-ness of our lives, and my lingering flu symptoms...then SHE got ill..... but, at any rate,
Once we get back 'into' it, I do like incorporating either 'reality' or 'role play'.
One such role play I'd like to try has me dressed...as a 'girl' and getting spanked as such.
Using a strap has not been, up to now, Her 'thing', but I do like the impact shown in this picture.
Once we get back 'into' it, I do like incorporating either 'reality' or 'role play'.
One such role play I'd like to try has me dressed...as a 'girl' and getting spanked as such.
Using a strap has not been, up to now, Her 'thing', but I do like the impact shown in this picture.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
01.18 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Cane stroke after cane stroke after cane stroke....leaves a mass of welts on my bottom.
Friday, January 17, 2014
1.17 Real Tales of My Strict Wife
We don't have a Jocari paddle (yet??) but paddles seem to be Her implement of choice.
Back in my days of getting spanked by other days.... especially during March, a guy used a paddle very similar to this one, on me, with me in a position nearly identical to this.
Back in my days of getting spanked by other days.... especially during March, a guy used a paddle very similar to this one, on me, with me in a position nearly identical to this.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
01.15 Diary
In the course of my slow work night, Tues night to Wed morning, I was in a chat room on Spo, and was PMed by a wannabe-male-slave. He told me he has a few guys that he goes to for beatings and the like, but nothing permanent.... and one particular fetish he has, is for embarrassment, and started asking what my Mistress does to embarrass/that embarrasses me.
And I told him, in all honesty, nothing.
Or rather, it's not that She doesn't try at all, but rather, I have found nothing...up to now...that does embarrass me.
So, this guy asked all the usual questions in this regard:
"Does She keep you naked at home?" Hell, we'd both rather be naked at home. We declared our house as clothing optional when we first moved in. Now, if it would just warm up enough so that we can ditch our clothes on a regular basis....
"Does She keep you in chastity?" Yes, sometimes, now and then, whenever She chooses to, doesn't bother me.
"Does She tell anybody else about it when you're locked up?" She has been known to post it on certain internet sites, and at least once, had me display it to TOMOTH (the other man of the house, Her partner-in-crime, R). Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She spank you while other people watch?" gigglesnort Our first 'date' was a dungeon party, where we had two separate sessions of Her beating my naked ass, while anybody who wanted to, watched. Since then, we've attended numerous similar parties, doing the same thing. Hell, one time, She worked Her gloved fist into my ass, while others were watching. Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She spank you at home, while other watch?" THIS has not 'come up' much, for lack of opportunity. TOMOTH has witnessed a couple, or a few, and has certainly heard other ones when he wasn't actually watching. But then, he has also watched Her beating me at dungeon parties. One time, She invited our 20-something-year-old female boarder-roommate to watch some of a caning She was giving me. My face was pressed down against the mattress, so I have no idea how much she did watch. And, She believes there was a time, some months ago, that Her sister watched some action in a garage in HB, but it's my belief that she did not see the action, but I remember dropping my pants to show her the afterglow on my buttocks. At any rate, Embarrassing for me? No. On the contrary, this is a HUGE fantasy of mine, to have guests at the house....and She spanks me as they watch.... or we go visiting somewhere, with similar results.
"Does She make you cross dress/wear women's clothing?" MAKE ME? gigglesnort I LOVE this. I have a huge wardrobe of girdles and stockings and bras and ..panties and more. One time, She 'ordered' me to wear a tight black blouse and skirt that She provided to me, along with black panties and stay up stockings.... to a dungeon party. Great fun! Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She let/have others spank you?" This has not come up, for lack of opportunity....much.
There was one dungeon party where, after She had given me a hard beating, allowed another Mistress to chime in, using some unfamiliar implement on me that hurt like hell.
And at another dungeon party, She allowed another Male, whom we are both friends with, strap, paddle, and cane my ass. He broke two canes on me.
But, since we moved into our house, we've had no occasions of visiting, or having visitors, for any such opportunity to arise. At any rate, Embarrassing for me? No..
So...fun chat. Certainly passed the time on a quiet morning at work.
Home.... around 07:00.
Chores done, then a shower.....
I entered Her bedroom, wearing a robe and white socks.
She woke me up, and invited me into the bed.
I ditched the robe, and climbed in next to Her.
We cuddled, and talked, for a while.
Finally, She said, "Let's get to the beatings. I have to get up and pee. Go get two implements, and come back."
As She set it, I felt ...something. A twinge? If I was female, I might call it an orgasm. It was some kind of jerk or shiver through my body. A mixed reaction of "oh nooooo" and "Oh BOY" .
.With the interesting result of, me getting an erection.
I showed it to Her, under the covers, as She was getting out of bed. She looked, and raised an eyebrow or two, and went on to the bathroom.
I got up, put on my robe, heading to my room to choose implements, passed by the bathroom, and paused to show Her.... my fully engorged erection.
She looked at it and said, "Never mind the implements, go back to bed."
I went, She came in, got back under the covers (alllllll morning, She was complaining about how 'cold it it', and was constantly asking to be covered up) and told me to .... just get on top of Her.
I did, and with Her hand guiding it, slid it into Her, effortlessly.
And proceeded with the old in-out in-out... for some fifteen, twenty minutes, I'm guessing.
And glory be, I climaxed.
She told me to grab a towel, and get it under Her buttocks, which I did, then I fulfilled my joyful duty of licking and sucking Her pussy, cleaning out my cum and Her joy juice.
Then She told me to get up next to Her, and cuddle awhile.
She told me that She did not O this time, but it was not a big deal, there were plenty of ways I could get Her to cum, otherwise.
Then, She picked up Her phone, and sent a text to mine, which was in my robe pocket.
Of course, She could have just written this down, but She chose to do it this way.
Then She told me to choose a number, from one, two, or three.
I did a long version of eenie-meenie-miney-moe, and came up with 'two'.
She said, "Look at the text."
The text read:
" 1. Beating
2. Orgasm for me
3. Both "
So.... this meant.... an orgasm for Her, which I dutifully 'gave' Her, using my oral skills just below Her waist.
And, we cuddled.
And She said, "Well, what I really wanted was.... an orgasm for me, a beating for you, then a better orgasm for me..."
"But... the choice has been made..."
"I get to ...change my mind. I am Contrary, after all."
"Um... two implements?"
"Yes, your choice."
I got up, went to my room, picked out the medium wooden church paddle, and another long skinny medium-weight paddle, and returned to Her room, and put them on the bed next to Her.
Why did I choose those paddles? When given a choice, and when I'm really 'into it', I choose ones that I know I'm gonna feel, like cane or wafflemaker or heavy paddle. But, at this point, I had not received a hard beating since the early hours of Jan 1st...., and a couple of very light weight bottom slappings since then, and I just didn't know how much I thought I could take.... so I chose what I considered the light to medium implements. If She had told me specifically what to get, there would have been no question in my mind. Admittedly, from time to time, I have argued with Her on some issue or other, but I have never argued with Her when She has specified an implement. But, when She makes it my choice of implement, I tend to give it this kind of consideration and thought.
I took off my robe, and She told me to stand, in and facing the corner, and I did.
She asked how I felt about ...standing in the corner, and the exact word that came to mind was "indifferent" which really works, but has a 'bad' connotation, so I said something like, "Take it or leave it.'
Trying to sort out my feelings about corner time is difficult. I think the reason She uses it is...I've expressed an interest in it, many times.
But....
I think it's very ... situational. When we're engaging in just-because-discipline, which is how I'd describe these sessions of discipline that happen just because She likes to give it to me, and I like to get it, corner time doesn't seem to fit in.
Besides, it was kinda cold in the room. Not shivering brrrr cold, but cold enough.....
Corner time before reasoned-discipline (discipline given for a reason, whether true or ... half -true, almost like punishment, but punishment sessions are MUCH different, thus my distinction in what I choose to call the sessions) is fitting. such as "I will not allow you to talk to me in that tone of voice. You will stand in the corner until I say so, then I'm going to beat your bottom hard."
Corner time in front of guests would be...interesting. "Take off your clothes, and stand in the corner there. When I'm done talking to our guest, you're getting such a beating...."
'Nuff said, for now.
"Get over here," She said. I walked over, to the edge of the bed, as She stayed in bed, mostly under the covers. She had me face Her, and do quarter-turns in a circle, while She inspected me.
She asked me, "Soft or hard?"
"Um...soft."
Once I reached an appropriate position, She applied one paddle, quite rapidly to my upper and mid buttcheeks.
Then She told me to fetch the box of baby wipes.
I did, and She wiped down my cheeks. "Your cheeks turn white-ish during the beating, and the wipes bring out the red color..."
She continued paddling, and wiping, and paddling, and wiping.
She stopped, and took a couple pictures with Her phone.
Virtually identical, one with flash on, one without flash.
"Okay," She said.
Well......when She says, 'okay', it usually means, She's done....
"Okay, what?" I asked.
"Okay..... turn around ..."
I did, and She whacked my bottom a while more with the other paddle.
"Okay...now I'm done with you."
I grimaced, and looked at the reflection of my butt in the mirror.
"What happened to 'soft'?"
"The first set WAS soft... but not the second."
"I see..... Now, what may I do for you?"
She smiled "What CAN you do for me?"
"Mmmm..... glove?"
"Yes, please."
So, using a glove on my hand, and my tongue, the pleasure was Hers.
Cuddling together, She said, "I won't be walking straight for awhile."
"And I won't be sitting easy, for awhile."
Then...we got up, in search of nourishment.
We returned to Her room, and She sat at Her computer, doing all those things She does there, and I ate, while watching the first ep of the new season of Shameless.
Afterwards, I leaned back, flat on Her bed...and fell asleep.
She went to work, around 12, and I did not hear Her leave.
I woke up around 3, and went to my bedroom, and back to sleep.
I woke up around 5; just for a snack. She saw me, said 'hello', and I told Her, I just was snacking, and going back to sleep....which I did, until 19:30.
And up...and short shower, and dressed..... and goodbye to Her and R....
And off to work, arriving shortly after 2100...which is my schedule on Wednesday nights, only.
On Wednesday nights, all night long, I have a co-worker.... who I allow to do all the 'work' such as there is to do, but I make any hard decisions, if there are any to make.
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And I told him, in all honesty, nothing.
Or rather, it's not that She doesn't try at all, but rather, I have found nothing...up to now...that does embarrass me.
So, this guy asked all the usual questions in this regard:
"Does She keep you naked at home?" Hell, we'd both rather be naked at home. We declared our house as clothing optional when we first moved in. Now, if it would just warm up enough so that we can ditch our clothes on a regular basis....
"Does She keep you in chastity?" Yes, sometimes, now and then, whenever She chooses to, doesn't bother me.
"Does She tell anybody else about it when you're locked up?" She has been known to post it on certain internet sites, and at least once, had me display it to TOMOTH (the other man of the house, Her partner-in-crime, R). Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She spank you while other people watch?" gigglesnort Our first 'date' was a dungeon party, where we had two separate sessions of Her beating my naked ass, while anybody who wanted to, watched. Since then, we've attended numerous similar parties, doing the same thing. Hell, one time, She worked Her gloved fist into my ass, while others were watching. Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She spank you at home, while other watch?" THIS has not 'come up' much, for lack of opportunity. TOMOTH has witnessed a couple, or a few, and has certainly heard other ones when he wasn't actually watching. But then, he has also watched Her beating me at dungeon parties. One time, She invited our 20-something-year-old female boarder-roommate to watch some of a caning She was giving me. My face was pressed down against the mattress, so I have no idea how much she did watch. And, She believes there was a time, some months ago, that Her sister watched some action in a garage in HB, but it's my belief that she did not see the action, but I remember dropping my pants to show her the afterglow on my buttocks. At any rate, Embarrassing for me? No. On the contrary, this is a HUGE fantasy of mine, to have guests at the house....and She spanks me as they watch.... or we go visiting somewhere, with similar results.
"Does She make you cross dress/wear women's clothing?" MAKE ME? gigglesnort I LOVE this. I have a huge wardrobe of girdles and stockings and bras and ..panties and more. One time, She 'ordered' me to wear a tight black blouse and skirt that She provided to me, along with black panties and stay up stockings.... to a dungeon party. Great fun! Embarrassing for me? No.
"Does She let/have others spank you?" This has not come up, for lack of opportunity....much.
There was one dungeon party where, after She had given me a hard beating, allowed another Mistress to chime in, using some unfamiliar implement on me that hurt like hell.
And at another dungeon party, She allowed another Male, whom we are both friends with, strap, paddle, and cane my ass. He broke two canes on me.
But, since we moved into our house, we've had no occasions of visiting, or having visitors, for any such opportunity to arise. At any rate, Embarrassing for me? No..
So...fun chat. Certainly passed the time on a quiet morning at work.
Home.... around 07:00.
Chores done, then a shower.....
I entered Her bedroom, wearing a robe and white socks.
She woke me up, and invited me into the bed.
I ditched the robe, and climbed in next to Her.
We cuddled, and talked, for a while.
Finally, She said, "Let's get to the beatings. I have to get up and pee. Go get two implements, and come back."
As She set it, I felt ...something. A twinge? If I was female, I might call it an orgasm. It was some kind of jerk or shiver through my body. A mixed reaction of "oh nooooo" and "Oh BOY" .
.With the interesting result of, me getting an erection.
I showed it to Her, under the covers, as She was getting out of bed. She looked, and raised an eyebrow or two, and went on to the bathroom.
I got up, put on my robe, heading to my room to choose implements, passed by the bathroom, and paused to show Her.... my fully engorged erection.
She looked at it and said, "Never mind the implements, go back to bed."
I went, She came in, got back under the covers (alllllll morning, She was complaining about how 'cold it it', and was constantly asking to be covered up) and told me to .... just get on top of Her.
I did, and with Her hand guiding it, slid it into Her, effortlessly.
And proceeded with the old in-out in-out... for some fifteen, twenty minutes, I'm guessing.
And glory be, I climaxed.
She told me to grab a towel, and get it under Her buttocks, which I did, then I fulfilled my joyful duty of licking and sucking Her pussy, cleaning out my cum and Her joy juice.
Then She told me to get up next to Her, and cuddle awhile.
She told me that She did not O this time, but it was not a big deal, there were plenty of ways I could get Her to cum, otherwise.
Then, She picked up Her phone, and sent a text to mine, which was in my robe pocket.
Of course, She could have just written this down, but She chose to do it this way.
Then She told me to choose a number, from one, two, or three.
I did a long version of eenie-meenie-miney-moe, and came up with 'two'.
She said, "Look at the text."
The text read:
" 1. Beating
2. Orgasm for me
3. Both "
So.... this meant.... an orgasm for Her, which I dutifully 'gave' Her, using my oral skills just below Her waist.
And, we cuddled.
And She said, "Well, what I really wanted was.... an orgasm for me, a beating for you, then a better orgasm for me..."
"But... the choice has been made..."
"I get to ...change my mind. I am Contrary, after all."
"Um... two implements?"
"Yes, your choice."
I got up, went to my room, picked out the medium wooden church paddle, and another long skinny medium-weight paddle, and returned to Her room, and put them on the bed next to Her.
Why did I choose those paddles? When given a choice, and when I'm really 'into it', I choose ones that I know I'm gonna feel, like cane or wafflemaker or heavy paddle. But, at this point, I had not received a hard beating since the early hours of Jan 1st...., and a couple of very light weight bottom slappings since then, and I just didn't know how much I thought I could take.... so I chose what I considered the light to medium implements. If She had told me specifically what to get, there would have been no question in my mind. Admittedly, from time to time, I have argued with Her on some issue or other, but I have never argued with Her when She has specified an implement. But, when She makes it my choice of implement, I tend to give it this kind of consideration and thought.
I took off my robe, and She told me to stand, in and facing the corner, and I did.
She asked how I felt about ...standing in the corner, and the exact word that came to mind was "indifferent" which really works, but has a 'bad' connotation, so I said something like, "Take it or leave it.'
Trying to sort out my feelings about corner time is difficult. I think the reason She uses it is...I've expressed an interest in it, many times.
But....
I think it's very ... situational. When we're engaging in just-because-discipline, which is how I'd describe these sessions of discipline that happen just because She likes to give it to me, and I like to get it, corner time doesn't seem to fit in.
Besides, it was kinda cold in the room. Not shivering brrrr cold, but cold enough.....
Corner time before reasoned-discipline (discipline given for a reason, whether true or ... half -true, almost like punishment, but punishment sessions are MUCH different, thus my distinction in what I choose to call the sessions) is fitting. such as "I will not allow you to talk to me in that tone of voice. You will stand in the corner until I say so, then I'm going to beat your bottom hard."
Corner time in front of guests would be...interesting. "Take off your clothes, and stand in the corner there. When I'm done talking to our guest, you're getting such a beating...."
'Nuff said, for now.
"Get over here," She said. I walked over, to the edge of the bed, as She stayed in bed, mostly under the covers. She had me face Her, and do quarter-turns in a circle, while She inspected me.
She asked me, "Soft or hard?"
"Um...soft."
Once I reached an appropriate position, She applied one paddle, quite rapidly to my upper and mid buttcheeks.
Then She told me to fetch the box of baby wipes.
I did, and She wiped down my cheeks. "Your cheeks turn white-ish during the beating, and the wipes bring out the red color..."
She continued paddling, and wiping, and paddling, and wiping.
She stopped, and took a couple pictures with Her phone.
"Okay," She said.
Well......when She says, 'okay', it usually means, She's done....
"Okay, what?" I asked.
"Okay..... turn around ..."
I did, and She whacked my bottom a while more with the other paddle.
"Okay...now I'm done with you."
I grimaced, and looked at the reflection of my butt in the mirror.
"What happened to 'soft'?"
"The first set WAS soft... but not the second."
"I see..... Now, what may I do for you?"
She smiled "What CAN you do for me?"
"Mmmm..... glove?"
"Yes, please."
So, using a glove on my hand, and my tongue, the pleasure was Hers.
Cuddling together, She said, "I won't be walking straight for awhile."
"And I won't be sitting easy, for awhile."
Then...we got up, in search of nourishment.
We returned to Her room, and She sat at Her computer, doing all those things She does there, and I ate, while watching the first ep of the new season of Shameless.
Afterwards, I leaned back, flat on Her bed...and fell asleep.
She went to work, around 12, and I did not hear Her leave.
I woke up around 3, and went to my bedroom, and back to sleep.
I woke up around 5; just for a snack. She saw me, said 'hello', and I told Her, I just was snacking, and going back to sleep....which I did, until 19:30.
And up...and short shower, and dressed..... and goodbye to Her and R....
And off to work, arriving shortly after 2100...which is my schedule on Wednesday nights, only.
On Wednesday nights, all night long, I have a co-worker.... who I allow to do all the 'work' such as there is to do, but I make any hard decisions, if there are any to make.
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1.16 * Real tales of My Strict Wife
Original caption shown below.
And quite true, in our relationship.
And quite true, in our relationship.
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| No baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. You are a good slave. I just want to have some fun. So get your ass right here now! |
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
1.15 Fantasy vs Reality
I still 'fantasize' various and many scenarios (that consist of me, being spanked in some fashion), and I'm writing this, as I try to figure out ....WHY.
I live a life that many guys (if I believe all of them from chat rooms) are quite jealous of:
I'm married to a woman who loves to beat my bottom as much (almost..) as I love having my bottom beaten.
To clarify, I don't love all that much the actual beatings.... pain does hurt, and I can't stop those signals from going through my brain.... but I do love the 'ritual', as it were, that comes beforehand (Get naked, get on the bed...) and the hot afterglow in my buttocks, afterwards. (or on my thighs.... or the way my nipples throb after a hard pinching, or the feelings about my body after some hard bites....)
And these aren't occasional spankings.
Some guys gripe that they only 'get it' every week, or two weeks, or so....
There was a period when I was getting two-a-days, and at least one-a-days.
Not so much lately, though. My last real beating was at a party, New Years Eve, and there have been two very short, light encounters since then.
The recent lack of impact play has been due me having lingering flu-like symptoms that started the day after Christmas, and simply have not abated, until today..... followed by our very busy lives in the real world, and Her recent (today) not-feeling-well.
But, She assured me today, we WILL get back to it!
So, I live this life for which so many other guys say, "You're so lucky...."
And yes, I heartily agree. I AM lucky.
But after decades of longing for a relationship such as this, perhaps I'm entitled to some luck in this matter.
But, even with the reality of my life.......I still fantasize.
Which is a way of saying, I daydream about the way I really want these things to happen.
And I wonder, why....
I compare it to ..... owning a Porsche, and wishing I had a Lamborghini.
It's like, I have it REALLY GOOD, so what is it I want that's ...better?
It's all so very generalized in my mind, that I'm confused somewhat by it myself, but I'm gonna try to flesh it out a bit.
One recurring fantasy is to actually CRY during a spanking.
This simply ...has not happened.
Go look up the word 'stoic', and add my picture... that's me.
I've had my bottom beaten and bruised beyond all sensibility, and I simply don't reach any point of emotional release, of crying.
I can only say...we shall see about that, someday.
Other fantasies involve how to ...somehow....instill an aspect wherein..... I am NOT ENJOYING it.
For 98% of the population (and yes, I just made up that number, I really have no clue), a spanking is NOT something to relish/desire/want/look forward to.
I want to experience the feelings that go with ....being told a spanking is forthcoming, and really NOT relishing it.
However, I'm just not wired that way. I simply enjoy it.
Sometimes, I can bring this out in role play.
She says, "Get naked for a beating."
I say, "Oh please Dear, must I?"
She says, "Yes, you must."
Still, I do wonder what it's like to being in a position of being told to get ready for a beating, and me really not looking forward to it.
Other fantasies involve..well.... sex-less spankings.
To clarify, our sessions aren't always.....in fact, it's kind of rare.... followed by having sex.
Still, the sessions ARE a form of foreplay.
Which is to say, She is turned on, and I am turned on.
And so begets the fantasy, of having a woman beating my bottom NOT 'just because' (it turns her on) but as discipline/punishment/maintenance.
Usually, these fantasies take the form of "Mommy spanks son."
In that scenario, I don't imagine Mommy spanking her son from any aspect of sexual pleasure, but rather, she believes the son 'needs it'.
I've done one role play of this nature with Her, once.
It hurt like hell, and .... afterwards, I can say, I enjoyed it immensely.
Other fantasies incorporate 'bondage'.
I have a drawer full of ankle and wrist cuffs, a wrist/ankle spreader bar, and so on......
She and I have used.... hardly any of it, or once, here and there.
So, I often fantasize the scenario of being cuffed and tied, laying down, or standing up, or bent over, immobilized, and ... beaten and beaten and beaten.....
Other fantasies simply involve different, rarely used, positions, or implements.
....Her sitting on a straight back chair, me stretched over Her lap, feet on the ground on one side, hands on the ground on the other.
....Her sitting on a couch, me stretched out flat over Her lap.
...Me, bent over the back of a chair, hands flat on the chair....
...Me, bent over the back of a couch (but we don't have a couch....)
...Me, stretched out, face down prone, along the length of the kitchen table....
Implements:
She and I have had more than a few conversations about 'caning'.
And, She broke our best cane on my butt, New Years Eve....
But, She still has ideas about the proper method of caning...
and so do I.
We've talked about it...She knows.... I won't repeat myself here.
Leather.... we have almost NO leather implements in our toy box.
Almost, I said. The two-fingered tawse certainly ....is interesting, when used.
Yet, I still fantasize about feeling across my butt, a heavy, thick leather strap, delivered while I am prone on the bed, or bent over a chair, or FDAU on the edge of the bed...any position where She can get a good swing.
We have a healthy assortment of paddles.
However, I have a fantasy of acquiring...and having used on me... a 'big' Spencer-type paddle, the kind that Dana Specht is 'famous' for using....
Other fantasies I've had, most of which come from, I'm sure, videos I've watched......
.... a 'couples' spanking party, with one or more other F/m spanking couples...
..... Being spanked as friends of Hers watch.... or even, assist.....
..... Going to a meeting of The Disciplinary Wives Club.... where all the men in attendance get stripped and spanked by their wives, or any of the other women there....
The list goes on, and I'm not going to start writing about my fantasies involving sissification, forced cross-dressing, and various forms of anal play and forced enemas...
And ...I wonder about.... me and these fantasies.
Is there an end to it?
Does the fulfillment of any one fantasy simply lead to wanting to play out another one?
Is it like smoking crack... a little today, a little more tomorrow to get the same high, and a little more the next day....and so on?
AND we had a discussion about "topping from the bottom".
I thought that only referred to, trying to direct the action during an actual session.
She told me, it is so much more than that...
Furthermore, me telling Her, what I want or fantasize about IS "topping from the bottom" in the sense that I'm trying to tell Her ....how I want things done.
Yet, we've had conversations...that She wants feedback, She wants to know what I like and dislike....
So, I get confused.
I live a life that many guys (if I believe all of them from chat rooms) are quite jealous of:
I'm married to a woman who loves to beat my bottom as much (almost..) as I love having my bottom beaten.
To clarify, I don't love all that much the actual beatings.... pain does hurt, and I can't stop those signals from going through my brain.... but I do love the 'ritual', as it were, that comes beforehand (Get naked, get on the bed...) and the hot afterglow in my buttocks, afterwards. (or on my thighs.... or the way my nipples throb after a hard pinching, or the feelings about my body after some hard bites....)
And these aren't occasional spankings.
Some guys gripe that they only 'get it' every week, or two weeks, or so....
There was a period when I was getting two-a-days, and at least one-a-days.
Not so much lately, though. My last real beating was at a party, New Years Eve, and there have been two very short, light encounters since then.
The recent lack of impact play has been due me having lingering flu-like symptoms that started the day after Christmas, and simply have not abated, until today..... followed by our very busy lives in the real world, and Her recent (today) not-feeling-well.
But, She assured me today, we WILL get back to it!
So, I live this life for which so many other guys say, "You're so lucky...."
And yes, I heartily agree. I AM lucky.
But after decades of longing for a relationship such as this, perhaps I'm entitled to some luck in this matter.
But, even with the reality of my life.......I still fantasize.
Which is a way of saying, I daydream about the way I really want these things to happen.
And I wonder, why....
I compare it to ..... owning a Porsche, and wishing I had a Lamborghini.
It's like, I have it REALLY GOOD, so what is it I want that's ...better?
It's all so very generalized in my mind, that I'm confused somewhat by it myself, but I'm gonna try to flesh it out a bit.
One recurring fantasy is to actually CRY during a spanking.
This simply ...has not happened.
Go look up the word 'stoic', and add my picture... that's me.
I've had my bottom beaten and bruised beyond all sensibility, and I simply don't reach any point of emotional release, of crying.
I can only say...we shall see about that, someday.
Other fantasies involve how to ...somehow....instill an aspect wherein..... I am NOT ENJOYING it.
For 98% of the population (and yes, I just made up that number, I really have no clue), a spanking is NOT something to relish/desire/want/look forward to.
I want to experience the feelings that go with ....being told a spanking is forthcoming, and really NOT relishing it.
However, I'm just not wired that way. I simply enjoy it.
Sometimes, I can bring this out in role play.
She says, "Get naked for a beating."
I say, "Oh please Dear, must I?"
She says, "Yes, you must."
Still, I do wonder what it's like to being in a position of being told to get ready for a beating, and me really not looking forward to it.
Other fantasies involve..well.... sex-less spankings.
To clarify, our sessions aren't always.....in fact, it's kind of rare.... followed by having sex.
Still, the sessions ARE a form of foreplay.
Which is to say, She is turned on, and I am turned on.
And so begets the fantasy, of having a woman beating my bottom NOT 'just because' (it turns her on) but as discipline/punishment/maintenance.
Usually, these fantasies take the form of "Mommy spanks son."
In that scenario, I don't imagine Mommy spanking her son from any aspect of sexual pleasure, but rather, she believes the son 'needs it'.
I've done one role play of this nature with Her, once.
It hurt like hell, and .... afterwards, I can say, I enjoyed it immensely.
Other fantasies incorporate 'bondage'.
I have a drawer full of ankle and wrist cuffs, a wrist/ankle spreader bar, and so on......
She and I have used.... hardly any of it, or once, here and there.
So, I often fantasize the scenario of being cuffed and tied, laying down, or standing up, or bent over, immobilized, and ... beaten and beaten and beaten.....
Other fantasies simply involve different, rarely used, positions, or implements.
....Her sitting on a straight back chair, me stretched over Her lap, feet on the ground on one side, hands on the ground on the other.
....Her sitting on a couch, me stretched out flat over Her lap.
...Me, bent over the back of a chair, hands flat on the chair....
...Me, bent over the back of a couch (but we don't have a couch....)
...Me, stretched out, face down prone, along the length of the kitchen table....
Implements:
She and I have had more than a few conversations about 'caning'.
And, She broke our best cane on my butt, New Years Eve....
But, She still has ideas about the proper method of caning...
and so do I.
We've talked about it...She knows.... I won't repeat myself here.
Leather.... we have almost NO leather implements in our toy box.
Almost, I said. The two-fingered tawse certainly ....is interesting, when used.
Yet, I still fantasize about feeling across my butt, a heavy, thick leather strap, delivered while I am prone on the bed, or bent over a chair, or FDAU on the edge of the bed...any position where She can get a good swing.
We have a healthy assortment of paddles.
However, I have a fantasy of acquiring...and having used on me... a 'big' Spencer-type paddle, the kind that Dana Specht is 'famous' for using....
Other fantasies I've had, most of which come from, I'm sure, videos I've watched......
.... a 'couples' spanking party, with one or more other F/m spanking couples...
..... Being spanked as friends of Hers watch.... or even, assist.....
..... Going to a meeting of The Disciplinary Wives Club.... where all the men in attendance get stripped and spanked by their wives, or any of the other women there....
The list goes on, and I'm not going to start writing about my fantasies involving sissification, forced cross-dressing, and various forms of anal play and forced enemas...
And ...I wonder about.... me and these fantasies.
Is there an end to it?
Does the fulfillment of any one fantasy simply lead to wanting to play out another one?
Is it like smoking crack... a little today, a little more tomorrow to get the same high, and a little more the next day....and so on?
AND we had a discussion about "topping from the bottom".
I thought that only referred to, trying to direct the action during an actual session.
She told me, it is so much more than that...
Furthermore, me telling Her, what I want or fantasize about IS "topping from the bottom" in the sense that I'm trying to tell Her ....how I want things done.
Yet, we've had conversations...that She wants feedback, She wants to know what I like and dislike....
So, I get confused.
1.14 Diary and Happy FourMonth Anniversary to US!
Up 0930 or so, and now that I was feeling ...fine, SHE wasn't feeling well, and She called off 'work' for the day.
I fed the animals....
and brought my laptop into Her room, and we sat side by side, doing computer stuff, mostly financial, bill paying and the like.
I saw that I was overdrawn on my primary bank account, and I 'ran' out...to my car, and went to my bank and made a deposit from my other account, and returned home.
We continued doing computer stuff.....
And I decided to take a nap before work, around 16:00 and She joined me.
She said, "We ARE going to get back to ...me spanking your butt, once we're both up to it."
I asked, "What does that mean for today?"
"It means, I don't feel up to it."
Ah, well....
We got up around 17:30..... She was hurrying to get to a dinner meeting and I showered quite quickly, and dressed, and was in my car 18:30, a bit later than I really like on a weekday....
Traffic was slow, but not miserable, and I arrived at work 19:30.
Work was...has been...busy, but not horrific.
I caught up on blogging, did some chatting..... and so on.
HsLO 205
HsLS 69
HsLB 110
Days UN 14....
Dammmmmmm...
January is nearly half over....
and so far, I've had just one hard beating (NYE party...) and two minor ones...
We've had sex only four times....
I've had one orgasm.....
Being sick has really fouled things up, this month.
I fed the animals....
and brought my laptop into Her room, and we sat side by side, doing computer stuff, mostly financial, bill paying and the like.
I saw that I was overdrawn on my primary bank account, and I 'ran' out...to my car, and went to my bank and made a deposit from my other account, and returned home.
We continued doing computer stuff.....
And I decided to take a nap before work, around 16:00 and She joined me.
She said, "We ARE going to get back to ...me spanking your butt, once we're both up to it."
I asked, "What does that mean for today?"
"It means, I don't feel up to it."
Ah, well....
We got up around 17:30..... She was hurrying to get to a dinner meeting and I showered quite quickly, and dressed, and was in my car 18:30, a bit later than I really like on a weekday....
Traffic was slow, but not miserable, and I arrived at work 19:30.
Work was...has been...busy, but not horrific.
I caught up on blogging, did some chatting..... and so on.
HsLO 205
HsLS 69
HsLB 110
Days UN 14....
Dammmmmmm...
January is nearly half over....
and so far, I've had just one hard beating (NYE party...) and two minor ones...
We've had sex only four times....
I've had one orgasm.....
Being sick has really fouled things up, this month.
Jan 13 diary
I slept in my car for a good hour, then headed home, getting home....0230
and to sleep.
Awake and feeling better, 1030.
Fed the animals..... more laundry..... dishes in the kitchen.... put away the Christmas tree..... straightened up the living room.... fixed the carpet in my room.... general household stuff...
And updated a weeks worth of this blog....
The boss had already told me, to take off work tonight, and just...get over it...so....
Writing this at 1851 as a partial draft, while waiting for Her to get home from O.....
She arrived 1930 or so.
I had turned on the power to the hot tub some 90 minutes prior, but the temp was still only up to 73, so we had a while to wait, and we talked, while She caught up on stuff on Her computer...
Eventually, we went out, and into the hot tub, and soaked, and talked....
Then we went back inside, showered off the pool water....
I put together some dinner for me, and we adjourned to my room, and caught up on a couple eps of TBBT
and went to sleep, 00:30 or so.
HsLO 181
HsLS 45
HsLB 86
DAYs UN 13 (this month)
and to sleep.
Awake and feeling better, 1030.
Fed the animals..... more laundry..... dishes in the kitchen.... put away the Christmas tree..... straightened up the living room.... fixed the carpet in my room.... general household stuff...
And updated a weeks worth of this blog....
The boss had already told me, to take off work tonight, and just...get over it...so....
Writing this at 1851 as a partial draft, while waiting for Her to get home from O.....
She arrived 1930 or so.
I had turned on the power to the hot tub some 90 minutes prior, but the temp was still only up to 73, so we had a while to wait, and we talked, while She caught up on stuff on Her computer...
Eventually, we went out, and into the hot tub, and soaked, and talked....
Then we went back inside, showered off the pool water....
I put together some dinner for me, and we adjourned to my room, and caught up on a couple eps of TBBT
and went to sleep, 00:30 or so.
HsLO 181
HsLS 45
HsLB 86
DAYs UN 13 (this month)
01.15 * Fantasy tales of My strict Wife
FDAU, and a number of cane strokes.... will be followed by some heavy paddling.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Diary Jan 7 through 12
what with still being flu-ish, I'm about a week behind..... but not much to write about....
Jan 7:
home..... sleep, up....feeling poorly, went to work, white as a sheet....coworkers sent me home....
back home...back to bed for the night.
Jan 8
Up and awake...and trying to find a plumber. Shower, toilet, sink stopped up...must be a main sewer line.
One guy came out, said, he needed a clean out to do it from, or he could install one for $2400.
No thanks.
Moved on down the phone book.
Found a Dial One plumber who came out, cleaned it out from the roof..... finally, mission accomplished.
The boss told me to take the night off from work....
Went with M to Soup Plantation for dinner...and back home...and back to bed.
HslO 61
HsLS 61
HsLB 191
H UN 192 this month
Jan 9
Up and moving for shopping etc for a meeting of Hers tonight and what not.
First I was up early and took R to work...
home for a nap...up, to supermarket.
a very light spanking in the kitchen, around noon
car cleaning, picked up R at work...
Home, showers for all, and off to Dy for a dinner/inspection/meeting....
Home about 23:30, and back to bed.
HsLO 85
HsLS 85
HsLB 12
H un 216 this month
Jan 10
Up...
She tried out the 2 new paddles we acquired the day before, briefly around 10:00
Then up and out....to see Her beautician, at 11:00...
Gift shopping....
Back home, She went to pick up a special order cake, I went to pick up Her PoC, Mb, and brought her back to the house.
M was ready when we arrived, and the two of them got in M's car to go somewhere else, to get someone else and change vehicles and head east to O.
R and I continued getting ready,
then we got in my car and headed to O.
We arrived, checked in, had dinner....
And went to bed, M and I in my room, R in his.
HsLo 109
HsLS 109
HsLB 36
H un 240 this month
Jan 11
Up...downstairs for breakfast....
And getting ready....She and R went to the big local shopping center, O.M. I stayed at the hotel, as I had to:
Around 13:00 I headed back to LB, to pick up Her mentor, W, to bring him back to the reception....
On the way, She called me, asking me to pick up some note cards somewhere, as She couldn't find any.
We were back in O around 1530 looking for a place, any place to buy note cards.
Kinda funny, the two of us on GPS trying to find a Target, a Kmart, a CVS, any damn thing....
Finally located a Target...and I went in.
When I returned, W was rooting in the trunk of my vehicle....M had called while I was out, saying the R could not find his suit! Maybe it was in my car?
No, he just flat didn't bring the damn thing.
We returned to the room, where M was trying to work it out, finally found someone with a spare pair of dress pants and dress shirt.
R went downstairs to borrow those and dress; M showered, and went downstairs to dress, I showered and dressed, W and I went down to the reception room.
It was ...a great reception. Very good for M; Her day/night to shine.
After the reception was a private party in the room She shared with others....and we went downstairs.
I was feeling....crappy, and laid down on Her bed.
She came in and talked to me, as did Mb and others.
Once I could get up, I went to find W, to take him home.
Made great time getting him home.
M called me asking me to bring back something, anything, that She could eat/drink to take Her pills with...the hotel had NO vending machines of any kind.
I left W's house, east on 7th, ran into a freeway closure, that diverted me onto Study, and took me back whence I came. I turned up Bell, saw a sign for the 45 south, took it, and ran into the same freeway closure.... forcing me back onto Study. So I went the OTHER way, headed north, and after a bit, turned east on Will, then managed to get on the 65N, like I wanted....and continued on my way.
Back in O, slid through a gas station for soda and candy, and arrived back at the hotel room around 01:30.
HsLO 133
HsLS 133
HsLD 38
H UN 268 this month
Jan 12
In the room...She ate, drank, took Her meds, and told me how horny She's been lately.
I was happy to accommodate with some WMS..... and after my penis had had enough, I continued giving Her oral satisfaction, until She passed out.
Asleep around 03:00
And up... 830 or 900
Up in a big hurry to go down for breakfast....... then She had to go get ready to conduct a Study group meeting.
R and I went about packing up our room, figuring out what was going in my car, what was going in Her room downstairs, as She would be staying on.....
We got all that sorted, then we were supposed to help prep for the after-class luncheon.
But..R said, he didn't know where it was going to be.... ??
And, M had told me the night before, I was going to be needed to go out and get pre ordered food....which R did not know about it...and neither did anybody else.
As we stood around, looking...silly, two other guys arrived with the food....and others began setting up.
The heck with it, I went to my car, and leaned back for a nap.
R called me around 11:30, saying, "The lunch party has started, come on in..."
I did.
I caught up with M in Her room, trying to get Her sh*t together for what was staying, and what I was taking with me.
But She couldn't find Her SO's uniform..... and sent me off to find it.
I went to my car first..... and looked in suitcases...then back up to the room we were in..... then thought about it...She handed it to me at the banquet....I did not go to my room from there, but direct to the after-party....and so I returned to Her room, and found it in the plastic bag, on the bar counter....sigh.....
Inside the party, She introduced me to a woman, who had stories to tell about not being admitted to CIT, back in the day when CIT was not admitting women as freshman....and had other stories to tell.
Then, it was time for R and I to go home.
We packed up the last of it, and headed home, listening to a playoff game on the radio.
We unpacked...
I did laundry, read several days worth of papers while watching the game.....
And napped from 1700 to 1800.
Up, showered, dressed....and feeling queasy.
Four trips to the toilet (sit down) etc....
Dressed, in car 1830...
And at work, 1930..and throwing up
Busy fukkin night.
The boss was there, with others.
He couldn't get the other overnight guy to come in..... but he told me, if I could hang in til midnight, he would
relieve me.
I managed to do so, throwing up, about every half hour....
He came back, and I clocked out around 00:17.
HsLO 157
HsLS 21
HsL B 62
H UN 292 this month.....
Jan 7:
home..... sleep, up....feeling poorly, went to work, white as a sheet....coworkers sent me home....
back home...back to bed for the night.
Jan 8
Up and awake...and trying to find a plumber. Shower, toilet, sink stopped up...must be a main sewer line.
One guy came out, said, he needed a clean out to do it from, or he could install one for $2400.
No thanks.
Moved on down the phone book.
Found a Dial One plumber who came out, cleaned it out from the roof..... finally, mission accomplished.
The boss told me to take the night off from work....
Went with M to Soup Plantation for dinner...and back home...and back to bed.
HslO 61
HsLS 61
HsLB 191
H UN 192 this month
Jan 9
Up and moving for shopping etc for a meeting of Hers tonight and what not.
First I was up early and took R to work...
home for a nap...up, to supermarket.
a very light spanking in the kitchen, around noon
car cleaning, picked up R at work...
Home, showers for all, and off to Dy for a dinner/inspection/meeting....
Home about 23:30, and back to bed.
HsLO 85
HsLS 85
HsLB 12
H un 216 this month
Jan 10
Up...
She tried out the 2 new paddles we acquired the day before, briefly around 10:00
Then up and out....to see Her beautician, at 11:00...
Gift shopping....
Back home, She went to pick up a special order cake, I went to pick up Her PoC, Mb, and brought her back to the house.
M was ready when we arrived, and the two of them got in M's car to go somewhere else, to get someone else and change vehicles and head east to O.
R and I continued getting ready,
then we got in my car and headed to O.
We arrived, checked in, had dinner....
And went to bed, M and I in my room, R in his.
HsLo 109
HsLS 109
HsLB 36
H un 240 this month
Jan 11
Up...downstairs for breakfast....
And getting ready....She and R went to the big local shopping center, O.M. I stayed at the hotel, as I had to:
Around 13:00 I headed back to LB, to pick up Her mentor, W, to bring him back to the reception....
On the way, She called me, asking me to pick up some note cards somewhere, as She couldn't find any.
We were back in O around 1530 looking for a place, any place to buy note cards.
Kinda funny, the two of us on GPS trying to find a Target, a Kmart, a CVS, any damn thing....
Finally located a Target...and I went in.
When I returned, W was rooting in the trunk of my vehicle....M had called while I was out, saying the R could not find his suit! Maybe it was in my car?
No, he just flat didn't bring the damn thing.
We returned to the room, where M was trying to work it out, finally found someone with a spare pair of dress pants and dress shirt.
R went downstairs to borrow those and dress; M showered, and went downstairs to dress, I showered and dressed, W and I went down to the reception room.
It was ...a great reception. Very good for M; Her day/night to shine.
After the reception was a private party in the room She shared with others....and we went downstairs.
I was feeling....crappy, and laid down on Her bed.
She came in and talked to me, as did Mb and others.
Once I could get up, I went to find W, to take him home.
Made great time getting him home.
M called me asking me to bring back something, anything, that She could eat/drink to take Her pills with...the hotel had NO vending machines of any kind.
I left W's house, east on 7th, ran into a freeway closure, that diverted me onto Study, and took me back whence I came. I turned up Bell, saw a sign for the 45 south, took it, and ran into the same freeway closure.... forcing me back onto Study. So I went the OTHER way, headed north, and after a bit, turned east on Will, then managed to get on the 65N, like I wanted....and continued on my way.
Back in O, slid through a gas station for soda and candy, and arrived back at the hotel room around 01:30.
HsLO 133
HsLS 133
HsLD 38
H UN 268 this month
Jan 12
In the room...She ate, drank, took Her meds, and told me how horny She's been lately.
I was happy to accommodate with some WMS..... and after my penis had had enough, I continued giving Her oral satisfaction, until She passed out.
Asleep around 03:00
And up... 830 or 900
Up in a big hurry to go down for breakfast....... then She had to go get ready to conduct a Study group meeting.
R and I went about packing up our room, figuring out what was going in my car, what was going in Her room downstairs, as She would be staying on.....
We got all that sorted, then we were supposed to help prep for the after-class luncheon.
But..R said, he didn't know where it was going to be.... ??
And, M had told me the night before, I was going to be needed to go out and get pre ordered food....which R did not know about it...and neither did anybody else.
As we stood around, looking...silly, two other guys arrived with the food....and others began setting up.
The heck with it, I went to my car, and leaned back for a nap.
R called me around 11:30, saying, "The lunch party has started, come on in..."
I did.
I caught up with M in Her room, trying to get Her sh*t together for what was staying, and what I was taking with me.
But She couldn't find Her SO's uniform..... and sent me off to find it.
I went to my car first..... and looked in suitcases...then back up to the room we were in..... then thought about it...She handed it to me at the banquet....I did not go to my room from there, but direct to the after-party....and so I returned to Her room, and found it in the plastic bag, on the bar counter....sigh.....
Inside the party, She introduced me to a woman, who had stories to tell about not being admitted to CIT, back in the day when CIT was not admitting women as freshman....and had other stories to tell.
Then, it was time for R and I to go home.
We packed up the last of it, and headed home, listening to a playoff game on the radio.
We unpacked...
I did laundry, read several days worth of papers while watching the game.....
And napped from 1700 to 1800.
Up, showered, dressed....and feeling queasy.
Four trips to the toilet (sit down) etc....
Dressed, in car 1830...
And at work, 1930..and throwing up
Busy fukkin night.
The boss was there, with others.
He couldn't get the other overnight guy to come in..... but he told me, if I could hang in til midnight, he would
relieve me.
I managed to do so, throwing up, about every half hour....
He came back, and I clocked out around 00:17.
HsLO 157
HsLS 21
HsL B 62
H UN 292 this month.....
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