Tuesday, April 22, 2014

04.21 Diary

Off work, and on my home, arrived about 0730.
I fed the four-footed ones, scooped a box...
And went into Her bedroom, and woke Her up...just about 0800.
I lay down next to Her a few minutes, at Her request,  then we both got up.
She started to dress as She would for going to work, in about 2 hours.
I watched Her put on a bra...  not a sports bra, not a lacy, sexy, see through fuck-me bra,  but a functional bra.

And it reminded me of a picture I had been admiring on tumblr, not many hours prior to this.

So,  while I really 'enjoy' Clothed Female naked male --type spankings, another top fantasy of mine stems from many pictures I've seen courtesy of Nu-west,  featuring women ... wearing girdles and bras and such things, while smacking the bottoms of naked men.
So, yeah, I was thinking about that as She dressed.

Then we got in Her car...and went to "Her" vet's office, in Tor.
  to pick up the ashes of Fiona....   whose birthday it was today,  and so She really thought it appropriate to bring her home today... and I really had to agree.
We drove through a JackBox on the way home for Her 'breakfast'....
And once home, we looked through the mail, and I put together my dinner...  leftover chicken and rice and broccoli and black eyed peas with ham hocks.
She was looking through a women's wear catalog, while we were at the table, and I flipped through it, and mused, "Hmm... any girdles...?"
She looked at me, oddly, and I said, "Got any girdles? I got a fantasy about ...being over the lap of a woman, who is wearing only bra and girdle,  and she beats my bottom..."
"Hold on," She said, and She hurriedly took off Her shoes.... pants...  and top... and went into Her bedroom, and closed the door.
I heard much rummaging about....
Then She came out of the room, wearing a panty girdle that matched Her bra ... carrying Her leather belt...
And She came up to me, reached out and grabbed me by my right ear, and pulled me to "the chair", saying, "Get over here NOW....       On your knees, there.   Take off your pants..."
I pulled my pants down to just below my knees, "That's enough...."
She sat in the chair...   "Get over my lap...."
I did,  and She whipped my buttocks maybe a dozen times with the belt.
"Get up!...    Get in the corner!"
Pants still down, I hobbled to the corner, in the foyer next to the front door, and stood.
I gathered that She went back into Her bedroom, to take the girdle off... then came back into the living room to put Her top and pants back on....   "You can turn around now."
I did, pulling up my pants.  "And come here, and help me get my shoes on."
I did...  Then She realized She had not taken Her morning meds yet, so She started doing that,  then She realized She didn't have Her phone with Her and She hoped it was still in Her car.
And She went running out to Her car, and asked me to call ahead to HLB, and let him know that She was delayed, which I did.
I sat down with dessert, to read the newpaper,  then I went to bed, around  11:15 or so.

Slept straight through, until She woke me up about 1703?  ten minutes ahead of my alarm, and I mumbled, I'm sleeping another ten minutes.
Alarm 17:15, and I was upright about 1725.
Toilet, of course.... then shower and dried off and dressed and made iced coffee, then back to the toilet...
She was in Her easy chair, reading the script that HLB had just finished (well, I'm assuming it's finished), and I asked Her if She wished me to supply Her with a "daily orgasm" or two...
She said, no thanks, She was having IBS-type problems, and thanked me for offering.
And off I went, to my car and to work....
And arrived ...  19:30 ish.

NOT a busy night, or even almost-busy.
I did not hear anything from Her until midnight-ish, a text that said, "Going to bed now, saying goodnight...and bring home a loaf of bread."

HsLS  35
HsLO  326
HsLB   13 1/2
D UN  118


As I present the following list,  keep in mind, no one item is more important in my mind than some other one.
I only numbered them to keep them separate.

So,
  From my listed titled "Why I don't feel like I'm really married"  

1.  She talks...gripes...complains... jokes... to me about Her ex-husband,. Stitch, who still lives with us, and with whom She shares time....   in a way that really makes me feel like, She is still HIS wife, and I am ... Her lover ... and She uses me as Her sounding board , to talk about Her problems with him.

2.  Consider all the possible groups and sub groups, starting with
     MY  family .... friends ....  co-workers ....   churchfriends       and
     HIS  family ..... friends ...   co-workers ...    churchfriends?    and
     HER  family .... friends ...   co-workers?      churchfriends
     Having made that list ...  start checking them off,  by  who knows that She and I are married, and who believes that She and Stitch are (still) married.
 
   I do believe that everybody (almost..?) within our circle of  ... um.... "non vanilla" friends know that She and I are married, and that's just fine and dandy,   but I'm just thinking about the vanilla-esque circle,  and the aggravation I feel in the pit of my stomach when we attend Her church socials, and I am introduced as Her (gay!) care giver.

There are ... currently (9) items on this list.  
 I have put one item on each of my seven other blogs,  on the entry with the date "4.22"


















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