Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Black coffee IS a form of discipline!

Discipline has started for any expectations not met.  This is a bit of a leap for my Man.  He had incorporated a bit of discipline in the past, but very little.  Either I wouldn't have earned my maintenance spanking or he would decide on a more hard and unyielding spanking when I missed tasks.
Never anything that crossed over into our vanilla world.  He has decided that will change.  I am nervous, excited, and just.... Ready.

He gave me time.  Time to grieve, time to cry, time to be in charge of my pain.  For Better or For Worse... He stood by me.  I think he feared that expectations would break me.  He told me that I needed to tell him when I was ready to serve.  No judgements, no disappointment, just concern that I was at the end of my frayed rope.  That was a hard pill to swallow.  I am typically NOT fragile.  But then again, my Mom never died before.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Moving forward by going back.

I was thinking of you while I was in the basement today.

The basement is the place my Man chooses when he wants my full "attention".  So, I knew he must have had some very Dom thoughts.

What were you thinking?

That I want to buy you some jewelry.

What kind of jewelry?

A ring.  

Really? What kind of ring?

A sub ring.  Well, I want to engrave the inside but I know my wife likes to take her rings off and sometimes forgets to put them back on.... So I can't have it say "Submissive".  

I am tearing up at this point.  But all I can say is...

Ok.

I was looking up how to say " slave " or "submissive" in other languages. 

I love that idea.  And, I love when you think of me in the basement.


Saturday, October 10, 2015

One blow job at a time.

I want things going back to the way they were.

Me too babe.

My hand is gripping his cock.

Go lick my cock. Only with your tongue. Don't suck until I grab your hair.


Getting us back, one blow job at a time.