Thursday, May 21, 2015

Nothing fancy, just a spring cleaning update.

Do you like it when I remind you what you need to do?

yes.

So do I.  If it's maintenance day, YOU can remind me.  Don't assume I'm deciding not too.  You know, sometimes your never-stressed Husband does get stressed.  New job... kids schedules... sometimes YOU need to remind me.  W/we need maintenance.

I understand.

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And just like that, I did understand.  It amazes me the miscommunication that can occur when I have a conversation for ONE in my head.  (I know- I can be an idiot!).

Our spring cleaning, there have been many moments of distracted/busy/vanilla life.  That will never change, life is life.  O/our life.

Here we are today, pushing my comfort zone and boosting HIS control.
-No purchases off of HIS approved list without prior permission.
-If He gives me a list/expectation, it is to be done.  No excuses.  No forgetting.
-Work days, no matter how late, don't change my expectations.
-I am to initiate projects in our home.  No waiting for Him to tell me every time.  I know what he wants.  I need to DO it.
-Food Diary was uploaded onto my phone and I am expected to log everything I take in.
-Clit orgasms will only be allowed after He decides that I appropriately took care of Him the night prior.  I am to get permission for every clit orgasm.

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The more submissive you are to me, the easier it is to lead you.  No questioning me anymore.  If you have a question, don't ask in front of the kids.  Ask me privately.  

yes, sir.

No more 90%.  I want you to do more things that frustrate you- work through them- finish them.  I expect more of you.  

yes.

When you get in this bedroom you are mine to do whatever the fuck I want with you.  When you come to bed, is it your goal to cum?

no, sir.  I know you like me to cum so my goal is to not do anything that will make you need to take that option away.  I don't want to loose the privilege of cumming because it's not fair to you if you wanted to make me cum.  It's not for me.


Your only goal is to serve me in here.  I want you wet when you think about how you are going to serve me.  I want your body to convulse when you think about sucking my dick.   

yes, sir.

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A horrible case of bronchitis/sinus infection and so on (for me) during this time and I can tell you that I have never been happier to pick my sick ass up off the couch to finish my dishes.  He is allowing me rest, insisting on rest actually, and I am thankful for HIS hand in all that I am doing.

There is great relief and freedom in having your beloved set the bar high and not allow you to fall short.  He expects more.  XOXO

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Day one.

We are spring cleaning.

A few weeks focused on clearing out the cobwebs of my submission.  Dusting off his belt.   Our D/s commitments to be the focus, boosted to a level we have never practiced.

I'm a little nervous that this might fizzle out on His part before the spring cleaning is done- it is so very difficult to put all your trust in one place.  So stupid of a feeling to even have when that trust is in a place of amazing safety.  He is the reason I can breath.  He will decide when spring cleaning is truly completed.  I am excited for the opportunity to be pushed in ways He feels will unlock my beauty.  I am expecting the unexpected.  I am opening my heart to all He will bring out.
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Sunday and Wednesday will be scheduled maintenance.  Expectations will be at an all time high.
Mother's Day is ending, this will kick off our spring cleaning.  Will He remember?  Should I say anything?

As I am sitting on the floor next to Him, it begins.

Go upstairs and put the dog to bed.  Take a shower and come back down.

yes, sir.


When I come back downstairs, shaved and washed clean, I am led to my knees in front of Him as He is sits on the couch.  He brings my head and upper body close into Him, like a hug.  My clothes are on.  Slowly He begins to swing the belt all over my backside.  I have a moment between each swing to breath such slow cleansing breaths.  His foot slides between my knees on the floor and pushes them apart.  I am kneeling in a deep straddle, making my pussy vulnerable to His maintenance.  I am so very thankful He is willing to take me this far.  The maintenance is deliberate and intense and I don't spend one second on flinching or moaning, I just breath in and out and release every piece of negative energy that prevents me from being, me.  I surrender.

He continues my maintenance after pulling my pants down to my knees.  He continues to belt me after directing me to stand before Him.  Facing Him, then away.  He moves to my breasts and nipples as my hands stay obediently behind my back.  Having my nipples belted over and over slowly pushes my walls down and I am whimpering.  Again, I am eternally grateful that my Man has decided to take me here.

I am eventually allowed to savor His delicious cock and He gives me a reward of warm sweet cum to swallow.

Up to bed and into the bedroom I am shaking and in a subbie world that only my Man exists in.  He remarks on how maintenance in the basement then going to bed may just be the new way to go for us. 

I whimper.

He raises up His arm and I instinctively know to softly draw my finger nails up and down His skin.

Good girl.

Soft sobs leave my chest as He tightens the reigns on His girl even more.


In this state I have unmitigated joy at the thought that there is someone on this earth who will go the lengths HE goes to for U/us, for me.  I have no idea what these next few weeks will bring, but my heart is open and I am ready to push my selfish intents aside and make Him proud to have me as His sub/wife.  If that means He goes back to limited restrictions and the strict control is too much for His comfort level then I will be ready to push my selfish intents aside and allow HIM to find His footing as the leader in our home.  I need to remember that very often the limits that are pushed are not the ones I expected.



Monday, May 4, 2015

Tech sexy

Now that my phone does NOT share a photo stream with my children (yes, that was a scary fact to find out with my old phone) my Man will be getting some sexy pics texted to him. 

Oh, how much damage I can do on my day off?!