Friday, June 26, 2015

Soft training....

"Soft training for a submissive wife"

This was one of the searches that led to a couple of readers to my blog.  Funny, being that I have no idea what "soft training" is and I am pretty sure that those words have never once been in any of my posts!

Any ideas what this is?  I could google, but I would rather hear from my bloggy friends.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Away for the night.

My Man will be away from us tonight.  NOT my favorite thing at all!



I texted him that I had an odd request:

I wanted you to cum in my towel for me to sleep with tonight?
Not happy to sleep without you =(

His reply:
I'll see what I can do.



When I came home there was just enough time for a kiss and goodbyes.
He asks me to come into the closet.

Here, I did you one better. 
He says as he opens up his drawer and pulls out a tightly folded pair of my underwear.

The lovely Man came into the crotch of my underwear!

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Two wrongs DO make a right!

So our kiddos asked for some ice cream on our mini vacation. My Man and I were both right there. He didn't answer, so I said "yes" (wrong #1) and for the record, HE is always the go to "yes" for the kids- I just thought I was getting some "yes" credit.

Oldest kiddo says "as many scoops as we want?" I reply "No! This is not see how much you can eat."  My Man now responds to them that yes- they can order whatever they want- its vacation. (wrong #2).

I am not even sure if I need to clarify that I was beyond pissed off?!  My Man could sense my fuming anger and asked if I was mad.  I said "completely".

Kiddos come back and my Man promptly tells them that he made a mistake and that if mom says no, the answer is no.  They say a lovely " ok, sorry" and go on eating ice cream.  He then looks to me and says " you should have told them to ask me in the first place".  My Man made right of this wrong situation.  Showed me respect to our family and expected respect right back.  Lessons learned- even on vacation.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Correction

This is going to hurt...

He binds my arms to my side and plays deliciously rough with my nipples.  Smacking and pinching, caning and enjoying them fully.  The wrap moves from around my body to around my mouth- I think maybe my moans and "ouches" were getting too loud.  He plays and plays with his toy.

Then it's time for correction.

...Tens unit zapping my ass to vagina while his correction stick slices down on my soft backside every time my answer to his question is self serving.  I know better than to crawl over him in bed with indifference.  I was a true asshole.

Now I am being held accountable.

At one point I am told to stop squirming.  The surge of the tens between my legs makes this nearly impossible.  He has become proficient at lecturing, each disappointment flows from his lips to my ears.  The strange brew of emotions flow through my body and I am thankful for it all.  He announces how many more I have left.  Whatever the number was (I can't exactly recall-3 maybe?) I know he added an extra one onto the end.  Quick sharp and understood.

Now here we are, Sunday.  Another maintenance (correction?) day is upon us.  And, I have never been more calm or happy in all my life.  

Friday, June 12, 2015

All about my Man.

I stole this from many of you!  Here is a little info on my Man....


1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Football, hockey or ESPN. 

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Ranch (mixed with house possibly).

3. The most striking thing about his physical appearance?
His shoulders (old football player with amazing broad shoulders!) and his olive skin.

4. You go out to eat and have a drink; what does he order?
On the rare day he has a drink- it's Coors Light.  Usually water or a Coke/Pepsi

5. Where did he go to high school?
So personal....=] 

6. What size shoe does he wear?
13, I believe

7. If he were to collect anything, what would it be?
Music- all kinds.  He LOVES music.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
PB&J with some Doritos

9. What would he eat every day if he could?
Hmmmmm.....I am not sure.....

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Peanut Butter Captain Crunch

11. What would he never wear?
A speedo

12. What is his favorite sports team?
Vikings

13.Who did he vote for in the last presidential election?
Again, so personal!  

14. Who is his best friend?
He has a few wonderful close friends, including me.

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?
Being my own doctor.  I am shocked that he hasn't enforced a rule on "when I say go- you GO!"

16. What is his heritage?
Norwegian mainly.

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind?
I made a lemon cake with blueberry filling that he LOVED.  I would make that again for him.

18. Did he play sports in high school?
Yes, football, track, wrestling (for a short try).

19. What could he spend hours doing?
Listening to music.

20. What is one unique talent he has?
He can build anything!

Your turn!  Tell me about your significant other...  :-)

U/us

With a lack of time for a good journal/blog update I just want to stop in and share a text that sums up how W/we are...

I texted my Man this morning:
"So, I think that I am batting 500.  Half of my maintenance turns into correction.  But I am NOT discouraged! I'm finding it's very common for a lot of correction time when new expectations and rules are put in place.  Thank you for being consistent with me and for keeping us both accountable. I love you babe..."


Friday, June 5, 2015

GOOD morning.

I am awakened by his hand on my ass. He pulls his hand away and pulls my pants down, as though a spanking in coming.  He has delivered a few morning swats with his hand before and oh how I love that. I arch my back pushing/offering my ass to him.  Irony I appreciate now.  His hand is at my mid-back as he pushes me to fully bend at the waist.  He is putting me into position without words or gentle pleasantries.  My ass is left cool as I wait.

 My sleepy mind tries to race...spanking? Fucking? Ass fucking!?  Then I hear a click.  Lube.  Ass fucking!? Holy fuck!  I start to pant.  He is not in a gentle mood.  This is my Dom, and he has a piece of ass to play with.  It has been a LONG time since there has been any ass play and I realize that my tensed up body will only break- not bend.  I continue to pant but relax my body for him to use as he plans.  His hand almost slaps the lube onto my tight hole.  He places his cock at my entrance then grabs my ponytail bun in his fist and pulls.  I push back on the tightness- hoping to avoid that initial jaw dropping pain.  He has mentioned before that He knows my ass and feels that I am very capable of taking him all the way from the first try- He has expected as much for quite some time now.  But that was also when my ass was a little more acquainted with his cock or the plug.  He goes slow'ish in straight to the base and I am squeaking/moaning/panting as he pumps in and out of me.  Damn it if he isn't right- no priming needed- I'm rather proud of my ability to relax and take him all in!  In no time at all he finishes with a few deep thrusts and empties himself into me. Then, just like that.  He is all done with his piece of ass and is off to get ready for work.

I am in a moaning heap on our bed.  Unable to stop the insatiable need to dry fuck the sheet below me.  I am left in a delicious state of messy wetness.  Slowly I calm down and get up to send him off with a kiss.  And, he very kindly gives me permission to go back to bed and to use the magic wand for a clit orgasm.  Oh, good morning!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

This post makes me want to ask for some permission....


My Man and I have been talking a great deal about our D/s roles, O/our needs, my anxieties, and the consistency of his maintenance/leadership/control.  In the beginning of our spring cleaning he asked me something to the effect of "What's the worst that could happen if didn't lead for just one day?"  His intent was truly to have me see that the world wouldn't end without 100%, 100% of the time. 

I see it differently and it brought about a very needed conversation for us both.

It takes a great deal of trust to hand over control to someone else.  You agree to release your grip and trust that the other person is holding on safely to you.  To truly give myself freely and without keeping a half tightened grip I need to trust that HE is in control.  For me, it is a terrifying thought to release control and have no idea if anyone is there.  Yes, it is irrational to think that catastrophe is waiting around the corner but that is how it can feel and I needed Him to know.

So many moments link together to create our path, this is another one of those moments.  W/we are responsible for each other's safety and happiness.  W/we will stop at nothing.

I am learning that He has eliminated the idea of a time limit on our "spring cleaning".  What started out as a recharge, if you will, has evolved into who W/we are.  He has not left me wondering who is in charge.

On an awesome side note, my Man and I both noticed the other night that I haven't needed to take my anxiety medication almost at all this past month!

Coincidence?  I think not.

And, my behavior has earned some LOVELY rewards during this time!!

*My best subbie day ever earned me a toy I have been trying to earn for maybe a year??  I'm not going to spill the beans on it yet (as it has not been ordered yet), but I think I may have talked about it in prior posts =)

*Working well over 60 of the last 120 hours earned me a terrific session of cumming more times than I could coherently count!  My Man treated me to His scruffy facial hair between my legs, ordering me to cum into His mouth.  It felt like ages sense He forced my cunt open for Him, the sting of two then three fingers forcing my g-spot to give way and release for Him.  Maintenance spanking that covered all of my privatest of parts.  He pinched my clit until I cried out, my nipples treated as nothing more than a place for His fingers to squeeze until again that satisfying cry of pain preceded
my counting out of an orgasm.

As I am bent over, ass in the air- head on the bed, he is pulling and rubbing all of me.  Talking about my new expectations.  I will be eating either 2 pieces of fruit or fruit and yogurt for breakfast, coffee too, but nothing else.
yes, sir.

Yes, my Man has found His footing. He is an amazing leader, an amazing Dom, and an amazing Man.  Serving Him is the least I can do to properly thank Him for all that HE does!

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

I will never know him. Maybe.

Long ago, my Man made a statement that I would never know him.  If I think back hard, I think that it was meant to be an honest moment at the time but nowadays, we use it as a joke to each other.

How absurd it is that we don't know each other by now!?

However, the more I think about it....it isn't absurd when you take the time to really look at each other and work to discover all the little pieces that makes the other person who they are.  Even more, I think of how much we have learned about O/ourselves in the past few years.

We spend time.

We look into ourselves.

Peeling away each layer.

We begin to let go of the layers that are no longer U/us.

And there we are, in need of getting to know O/ourselves, again.
In need of getting to know each other, again.

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Maintenance is for U/us both.  I know this now.  I am learning more about this side of Him as He leads me through it.

Punishments don't appeal to Him, after years of me voicing my need for punishments, I KNOW this about Him. (yes, years =)  I know I can be a tenacious little thing).

Something that He has discovered about Himself?  Correction DOES appeal to Him.  His maintenance stick also has some "correction" to it.  My ass KNOWS this new little fact.

Learning this about my Man was an emotional discovery for me.  Lecturing as each lash of correction reigned down on my soft repentant skin.  Being made to say, aloud, all the items I had missed and fallen short of.  As each shortcoming left my lips He followed with a fiery stripe of correction. My emotions were just disconnected and bubbling over.

Submission.
This emotion made sense to me.  My agreement to HIS decisions, in the way HE sees fit.  Trust and submission.  Correction was His choice for U/us, the submission in my heart needed to be brought out for me to embrace all that I am to be.

Calm.
There is nothing quite like the calm that came over me.  To be given freedom to follow His lead offers my soul the most sincere calm I have ever felt in my entire life.  Every minute He leads I am set free.  Truly free.  One opinion matters, His.

Sadness.
This emotion struck me as odd, but I understood it.  Welcomed it in fact.  I was sad that when the bar rose up higher, I faltered.  I disappointed Him.  The sadness gave way very quickly.  That emotion did not serve U/us.  Lingering in sadness would not allow for correction.

Repentance.
After my Man lectured he paused and said something to the effect of me needing four more hard ones.  I can't recall His exact word for "hard" but He clearly conveyed that I was in for the four hardest swats.

SWAT
one! 
(He had not asked me to count but I did.)

SWAT!
My breath was taken away as I processed all the emotion and sensation.
I DIDN'T HEAR YOU.

t-
two. I choked out.

Three and four were equally behavior changing as a flood of understanding flowed through me.  This is no game.  This is not play.  I have expectations that I did not fulfill and I let us B/both down.

Pride.
That was the oddest emotion of them all and the one that still lingers.  My Man, this Man that I will never know ; ) has earned my respect, my trust, and my offer of all that I am.  He has lead me HIS way and on HIS timetable.  He has taken the time and effort to find how HE can best lead me and U/us. He found His footing in all this.  In this thing that WE do.

I never knew He would be the Man to stop my mouth in it's tracks as I spout off with misplaced irritation.

I never knew that although a maintenance spanking would be due He would send me to get His "Correction Stick" and that I would already know what I had missed and was in need of correction for.  I would return with that stick and instantly release my selfish intent and know that this would not be for maintenance, rather for a much needed correction.

 So, what has He learned throughout all of this?  I just asked Him =]. He has learned that this IS for both of U/us.  He was skeptical before. Yes we were kinky always but this was very different and- W/we like it!  He said that He has also learned how to take care of me better. Happy wife-Happy life.


 Maybe we do know each other!