Home, 7ish.... took care of morning chores, as She slept.
In the shower...but I left the door to the bathroom on, and did not turn on the fan in the bathroom, and so the steam from the shower set up off the smoke detector... so much for climbing in bed with Her while She was sleeping.
As I was fanning the smoke detector to try to get it to shut up, She came along from the direction of the kitchen, smiled, and went back into bed. I finished up, and climbed in, next to Her.
She had just started to read my last blog entry, and put down the phone, and I told Her, go ahead and finish, I can wait, so She did so. She finished, and put down Her phone.
We began getting friendly.... as Her top came off, Her panties came down and off, and I gave Her nether regions some oral treatment, and in a very few minutes, She was ready, and pulled me up to mount Her.
We bonked for some minutes, and She whispered, "If you're not ready to cum NOW, I need to pee..."
I got off Her, and She got up, and peed, and returned very quickly.... and I mounted Her again.
And, in some minutes, glory be, I came, my cock spewing into Her pussy.
As I've mentioned, IF I cum inside Her while not wearing a cover on my cock, then it's my duty to lick my cum out of Her pussy.
And I do not consider this a duty, but a privilege, a treat.
I slipped down, between Her thighs,and began to do so.
After some minutes, She pulled me up, sat up, told me to lay flat, on my back.... and She straddled my head, spreading Her thighs across my face, pushing Her crotch down on my mouth, and I continued to lick Her there.
And She said, "Mistress has taken over, your wife would not do this."
She got off me, and said, "I read your blog, and I think I have it figured out. Up to now, I've been your wife, who is also your Mistress. But what you want me to be is your Mistress, who is also your wife."
"That sounds...correct, Mistress Merry."
"Then, I shall endeavor to do my best to be just that, for you. Go to your room, get the waffle paddle, and sit on the bed, and wait for me. I'll be there in just a few minutes."
I went to my room, and picked up the waffle paddle, easily my least favorite instrument of ass destruction, and sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for Her.
She entered, took the paddle from me, and said, "Choose, One or Two."
"Two."
"Oh, bad for you. One meant, the side of this paddle with the dull studs, two means the side with the sharp studs. Now then..."
She sat on the bed, Her back against the headboard, Her legs stretched out.... and said, "Get over here."
I went to Her, climbed over Her lap, with my junk hanging between Her spread legs.... and She began beating my buttocks and thighs with the paddle.
There was minor blood letting from the sharp studs, and She had me kneel in front of Her, while She cleaned it up.
Then She had me get face up, over Her lap, and beat my thighs with the paddle, enough to break skin, but not enough for blood flow.
And ...we talked.
Well, it's more like, She talked, and I mostly said, "Yes, Mistress Merry", "Of course, Merry."
She said, now that She has an idea of what I what, She will do Her best to give it to me. She might / will make mistakes, She might / will fuck up, but She will be trying Her best to accommodate me, and that it's very important that I give feedback, let Her know, how I'm feeling, if there's anything She's doing that I feel bad / good about.
She said, "There will be house rules, do you want me to write them down?"
"Not yet, until I hear them, anyway."
"Here's the first one.... WHEN you go to sleep, you will wear briefs that cover your buttocks. No thongs, no jock straps, no open-bottom briefs. Your bottom must be covered."
Well, I am not fond of 'arbitrary'. In fact, I rebel against it. Give me a sound reason for rules, and I'm content, so I asked, "May I ask, why?"
"For one, sometimes, like now, there's blood on your bottom, and we don't want it on the sheets. For another, I sleep in panties, because I don't like having my bottom uncovered, and I want yours covered, also."
"May I add, that sometimes, I'm not real careful in cleaning my ass, and we want to avoid skidmarks?"
"Yes, that's a good reason, too."
Anyway, She did not say, has to be blue briefs on Tuesday, and red briefs on Wednesday.
So, it's not arbitrary, and I shall abide by it.
"Now, you are free to do what you need to do....make something to eat, and go to sleep."
I got up, and started to pull on the long underwear that I've been sleeping in.
"No," She said, "Those are pants, not underwear."
I started to protest, and stopped myself, and went to a drawer, and produced a pair of tighty-whities, and drew them on, then I put on the long underwear, and a long sleeved top.
"I'll be going to the other room to take a nap."
I looked at Her in surprise, and She added, "I have errands to go on, and I don't want to bother you with my coming and going, you need your sleep."
I nodded in understanding, and went to the kitchen, to put together breakfast/dinner.
I returned to my room, and watched the new episode of Comic Book Men while I ate.
Off to sleep, 11:00, with my alarm set for 17:00.
She came in around 13:00. Whether I was just kind of awake, or She woke me up, I don't remember.
"Lick my pussy..." She said.
I was groggy, so I don't know if the tone of voice was a question, or an order, but I still mumbled, "Okay."
Bottomless, She got on the bed, on Her back, and spread Her legs, and I gave Her oral for just a couple minutes, until She moaned...and said, "That's enough, thank you, go back to sleep."
And I did.
Alarm at 17:00, upright at 17:09.
She came in, and said, "Go to the bathroom."
I did...and returned; She was waiting for me, seated on the bed.
"Take off your clothes, please."
**** I thought it odd, in this context, that She said, 'Please'. She is always very polite, with 'please' and 'thank you' but in this setting, it just seems out of place.
Also, saying 'take off your clothes' seems so ... colorless.
Perhaps, saying a simple 'Strip' or 'Get naked' would have a more chilling effect on me.
I ... stripped... and climbed over Her lap, and She beat my buttocks with...well, I don't know what, I did not see what She held in Her hand.
Then She had me turn over, so that I was sitting upright, still in Her lap, and we talked a bit.
She told me to expect this as a routine, that after a bottom spanking, we would do some talking about things, before She finished with a top side beating.
We talked about cross-dressing... my desires, how I felt about it.
I asked, "Well, for example...?"
"For example, if I had you dress in a skirt, or dress, and take you out in public, would you like that, would it bother you?"
Outside of my workplace, and with my parents, it would not bother me; in fact, it would make me feel good.
Cross-dressing appeals to my feminine side, my submissive side....
And it relates to my early fantasies about spanking, and being spanked, and most of the images I looked at in magazines were of female spankees, so I got into cross-dressing as a way of acting out a fantasy of being a female spankee.
I don't have transgender desires. I am comfortable in my masculinity. I just have a feminine side that wants to come out.
Then, She beat my thighs with the back-scratcher stick.
Then, She sent me on my way to take a shower, and get ready to go to work.
Which I did.
And after saying, Goodnight, Good bye, to all, I was on my way, about 1830.
Traffic snarls on the 710... easy ride on the 10...traffic snarls on the 101...
I arrived about 19:50.
...to the what seems to be nightly stress of relieving the rookie working here, and trying to get the night work covered.
She wrote a blog entry titled "What a Slave Wants", and reading it, I could see that She really is understanding me.
For today, sex with my wife that resulted in a rare cumming for me, and a morning and evening beating from my Strict Wife. What more could I ask for?
If that was a real question, I do have real answers.
But I believe that anything else I could ask for, I will get, in its proper time.
Hr SLO 15
Hr SLA 15
Hr SL B 6 1/2
Hr UNlocked 33
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