And she returns.. sort of.

Hey all! I do apologize for the lack of posts, and I DO have an explanation!! I recently moved out of my over bearing parents' place. This was early November. The day that He and I were moving me in, I received a phone call, offering me a new job. Incredible news! The only problem was I just moved to this new part of town to be closer to work... well this new job is on the complete OPPOSITE end of town!!! It'll work out :)

I told him, for a time during the move and building up to it, that I wasn't really going to be in the mood for much kink, so we needed to cool it a little during the move. He was understanding and was very helpful and supportive before, during, and after the move. In fact he came up to see me last weekend and took charge right away and instigated finishing up the last major bits of unpacking. It was kind of sexy. I was embarrassed, but I got him back for it. We were kissing and teasing each other on the floor of my apartment, right in front of the open balcony windows. Now, you should know there is a golf course in my back yard, so on the weekend you have your variety of older gentlemen in khakis and Polo's donning gloves and golf club bags walking by at a decent pace. So I decided I was in the mood for a little fun.

I pulled down his sweats to reveal a very erect penis, ready for my fun! I reached for a condom out of his toy bag, unwrapped it and pulled it over him, climbed on top of him and had a good time with my little slave boy! The little moans, nervous looks towards the window, and the utterance of "Must you?!" in complete ecstasy thrilled me. There is nothing like making love where people just might see you. If you haven't tried it, you really ought to. It's a big thrill.

He's vowed to bend me over the sofa next time he's up. We'll see if it really happens. I hope so :)

Here's to healthy lifestyles,
-Her

Musings on Submission, an Intro

Every now and then I feel the need to review what "submission" means to me. This is one of those times...lucky for you, dear reader.

Years ago, in my quest to find something as mundane and dull as pictures of cruel women torturing errant boys, I came across Ms. Rika. Her website, Uniquely Rika, opened the door to some serious introspection about myself and my identity as a "submissive male." Ms. Rika, being a lifestyle domme, had a take on submission and domination so different from the stuff I'd previously seen on the web it blew me away.

It was from her essay, True Submission, that I learned the difference between "lifestyle" and "scene play" d/s. I knew there were people out there were in lifestyle relationships, but till that point I'd somehow believed it was pretty much all sexy spankings and licking the floor clean (hey, I was young and horny...don't judge). Ms. Rika pointed out some really, really good points from the domme's point of view that made me stop and think.

Things like how tiring it is to be constantly thinking of ways to torture a sub. How if the focus is on doing kinky bad things to the slave, isn't the Mistress actually serving the slave? If submission is about surrendering control, why are so many submissive males insistent about how they are "degraded?"

I read all of Ms. Rika's essays, a few times each. I genuinely felt like a moron for how I'd thought about submission previously. Borderline ashamed, really, for the fantasies about finding a full time Mistress who'd do nothing but boss me around. I was confused, because like Ms. Rika points out, I'd honestly thought that was submission. I had to redefine what I meant by submitting...and all I really knew was what it wasn't anymore.

So the next few posts I'm going to dig into the meat and potatoes of my thoughts on this. While doing so, kindly don't take offense if I reject out of hand a concept or choice that's dear to your heart...I'm not passing judgement. Everyone's gotta do what they gotta do. Consider this...merely thinking out loud for your enjoyment.

And for anyone waiting for the next installment of "Change and Renewal," it's coming next Tuesday as scheduled!

Till next time...

---Him

MBS Spanko Brunch: Switching

Apologies again for the lack of posting...between her moving, and my own extracurricular committments it's been a busy busy week!

Question posed by Bonnie...

"Do you and your partner ever switch roles? If so, is it a fifty-fifty arrangement or an occasional change of pace? Do you each have a preferred role?"

We switch, so much in fact it's never clear who's getting the next spanking!

I enjoy giving the spankings at least as much as I like to get them. Most of my kink background has been in the femdom area, and much of our relationship is with her on top...but that doesn't affect how I enjoy smacking her ass. I get a deep satisfaction out of turning her bottom nice and rosy, and even more out of the wiggles, squirms, and even curses I get out of her when I get down to business. It's just lovely!

Fortunately, I'm blessed with a friend and partner who's willing to step outside her normal comfort zone and spank ME. When we first began to date, she told me a few times she could never imagine spanking the man in a relationship...but just this past Friday I got quite a thorough backside warming. I don't think it ranks high on her favorite activities list...but that doesn't seem to stop her from getting me regularly!

Thanks again for a nice question, Bonnie...can't wait to see what comes next week!

Thanks for everyone who's been keeping up on our adventures, and hopefully you'll get more reading fodder (including her account of my recent spanking) very soon!

---Him

MBS Spanko Brunch Musings

Howdy everyone. I know it's been a better part of a week since anyone's heard tell of us, but that's just how it goes sometimes, sadly.

She is right in the middle of a move (not closer to me, sadly) and hasn't been able to find the time to post. My coursework has been sucking my soul, and so posting hasn't been at the top of my list either. Sorry to all if we're boring you!

Now onto the Brunch. This week's question:

"Do you think it's reasonable for a spankee to ask to be spanked? During the course of a spanking, may the spankee ask for more swats or greater intensity? Have you asked or been asked? What was the spanker's response?"

I've been in situations of "scene play" where it's been "disrespectful" and "out of place" to make any requests for the spankee's/sub's desires in mind, and think that can be lots of fun. "Forcing" someone, or being "forced," to think and act contrary to one's desires is part of the charm of BDSM for me. Not asking for what one wants because one is submitting to another's desires can be an enjoyable aspect of things.

But at the same time, in a long term romance everyone's needs and desires need to be respected and fulfilled. Sometimes it's hard to watch for the little signs that she needs a spanking. Often times she doesn't have a single thought towards spanking me unless I bring it up. If no one asked for what they need, it's hard for everyone to be happy.

As for during a spanking, it's fun to see if I can spank her as hard as she asks for. I like it when she asks for worse...I don't feel obligated to do it always, but it can be fun to see if I can actually spank as well as she wants. The couple times I've been under her hand, I've been compelled to ask for more...didn't quite get it as bad as I was hoping, I have to say, but she did oblige in picking up the intensity for me.

In either case, I think it's just part of the healthy communication between a couple, not unlike one partner asking for sex or a hug. Depending on the details (are the spankings for the spanker's pleasure, or the spankee's? Is this playtime, or punishment?) is where the gray area is. I think the spankee should always feel free to ask, but not necessarily expect to be accomodated. A big chunk of the spanking experience is not being in total control.

Thanks to Bonnie for another great topic!

---Him

Change and Renewal, Episode 2

It's a little late, but here's the next installment. Have a happy Halloween!

***

I looked around at the street. I didn’t see anyone watching, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t be someone just inside a window. I wasn’t worried about being seen, so much as I was worried about someone seeing and calling the cops. To be honest, I was excited at the prospect of being exposed for Suzanne.

My only chance then, was to obey quickly and convince Suzanne to let me in before anyone could be offended.

I stripped down. I pulled my shirt over my head and folded it neatly, placing it on the rail. Then I bent over to untie my shoes and slide off my socks. Next I shimmied out of my jeans, folding those neatly on top of my shoes. Remembering the demands I used to make of Suzanne in this department, I put my shirt on top of the jeans before peeling off my briefs. I felt myself shriveling from the nervousness and chill as I folded and placed the briefs on top of my shirt.

Another quick look around, and I knelt at the foot of the steps. I was pretty sure this little spectacle was going unnoticed. “Mistress, I’ve done as you asked.”

I didn’t even hear movement in response to my call. I raised my voice. “Mistress, please come and let me in.”

I hear Suzanne’s chair drag across the floor, but Suzanne did not appear. Wincing, I called for her again. “Suzanne, please!”

Suzanne walked up to the screen door just as a dog next door started to bark. I adore the sound of her giggle, and Suzanne was definitely giggling hard. “I don’t know whether you’re more cute or sexy like that.”

The dog was barking more now, and I could hear someone yelling at it. Any second now, I was going to be seen. “Please Mistress…”

“Alright silly. Come up here.”

I hopped up and ran up to Suzanne, who opened up the door and let me inside before walking down the steps to scoop up my clothes. I stood next to the sink, not sure what to do next, until she came inside and closed the door.

“I’d forgotten how good that body looks. You’ve been taking care of it.”

I flushed, both at being scrutinized while so exposed and with pleasure at Suzanne’s praise. “Thanks. I’ve tried. I’m glad you like it.”

Suzanne gave me an odd look, then held out her arms. I went to her gladly, and we wrapped each other up in a tight embrace. Her hair smelled the same, soothing lavender. Her breasts swelled in the same delightful manner against me, the curve of her back the same arousing angle.

“Oh I’m so, so glad you’re here. We’re going to have so much fun.” Suzanne smiled at me, rubbing her hands up and down my arms. “Now, go ahead and sit down…get comfy. I’m going to go lock up your clothes, and we’ll talk about the rest of the weekend.”

I smiled back at her, but couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. Once she locked up my clothes, I realized as I watched her shapely behind swing away up the stairs, I’d be at her mercy for real.

To Be Continued...

---Him

Link Link Link

Hi all,

Just the other day I decided to log into our Statcounter account and take a look at our page hits. It'd been a while, and I was pretty curious to see how many we were generating with our oft-boring ramblings.

I was pleased to see quite a few hits on the board, and delved a little deeper to discover just how these people were finding our blog. Quite a few were from My Bottom Smarts, another chunk from The Switching Hour, and a few more from a couple forums she and I belong to and occaisonal post at.

Going deeper in time, a couple pleasant surprizes awaited for me. A few new referring links cropped up. One of them was Span Co., of which I hadn't heard before (never mind knew he had linked us!) and the other was Nothing Random I was similarly ignorant of.

The long story short? A) I want to apologize for the delay in return linkage, and would like to call your attention to the side bar where the oversight has been corrected. B) I want to issue a big ol' fashioned thank you! C) I'd love to hear from anyone else who may have linked to us that we don't know about yet.

These four blogs have been immensely helpful in driving viewers to our page, and for that we are both grateful. It's fun to blog, but even more fun to blog with an audience.

The downside to finding all these new friends is seeing the size of their blog rolls! I wish I could take a day off just to browse through the links and see who else is there having fun and link to them accordingly...but for now, we'll just have to add people at a slower pace.

So again, thank you to everyone who's liked our blog enough to link it!

Change and Renewal Episode 1, a Story

Hi everyone...

The creative energies have struck again. I've a serial story in the works, and I think this is an appropriate venue to post! Enjoy, and feedback is always welcome.

"Change and Renewal" Episode 1

It had been three years since I’d stood in front of her house. Three years since last turning into the drive. Three years since last walking up the path. Three years since ringing the door bell. Three years since feeling this nervous.

The length of time seemed impossibly long, partly because I had so little contact with Susanne since then. During many break ups in my life, I had done what might be called stalking. Driving past the girl’s house for a last look, or bumping into her where she works. With Susanne it was cold turkey. I didn’t so much as drive through her end of town.

At the same time, it felt just like yesterday I’d stood there last. Before our breakup, Susanne and I had spent nearly every night in her house. We’d meet at almost the same time each day, spend the same amount of time together. Our routine would be the same each time, even down to our meals. The constant repetition reinforced the illusion that we had been doing these things forever. Slipping into the same old routine made me feel like I’d never stopped.

Susanne swung open her screen door, interrupting my musing. Framed by the peeling white paint of the doorway, she smirked at me while I checked her out. I was looking for things that had changed since I’d seen her last, but was struck by what hadn’t changed. Her hair was the same brown, hanging straight to the middle of her back. Susanne wore a t-shirt I remembered from our final evening, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric was like coming home. My eyes followed her curves past her hips, and down her long legs till I saw her bare feet. Bright silver chain around her tan ankle battled with her bright pink toes for attention.

Susanne’s smirk melted into a smile. “You came.”

I gazed up into her coffee and cream eyes, walking to the edge of the porch steps. “I don’t think I’ve ever lied to you. I don’t know why you had doubts.”

Crossing her arms over her perky breasts, Susanne tilted her head. “Never doubting you. Just…very happy.”

I stepped on the first stair, ready to climb up to her. Susanne picked up a yard stick I hadn’t seen, and brought it down on the top of my head before I managed to put my weight down. I yelped, more out of surprise than pain, and gave her a hurt look.

“Did I tell you to come up here?” The smile was gone from her lips. Her eyes hardened. “I thought you understood what your role was.”

I felt tears pricking my eyes. I blinked them away, amazed at my reaction. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I know what we discussed. I know my place. I don’t know why I forgot it. I just missed you—“

Another tap with the yard stick on my head. “Stop that. Stop making excuses. I missed you too, silly boy. And now I’m going to have to wait to hug you until you’ve been corrected.”

The tears were back, both at having disappointed Susanne so soon and the idea of waiting for her welcoming embrace. I also felt my face burning, but I couldn’t tell if I was more ashamed of the reproof or of the tears. “Yes ma’am.”

Susanne looked up and down the road. It was just after sunset, plenty of light out. The paved, unlined road was a dead end that ran for about two miles through stands of trees. Susanne lived in a house located among a cluster of houses and trailers. The houses weren’t butting up against each other, but everyone could see everyone else’s business if they were so inclined.

“I was hoping not to risk humiliating you like this, but I think you’re going to need more training than we both thought.” Susanne sighed as if disappointed, but I saw the evil crinkle around her eyes. “Strip, then fold and place your clothes neatly on the bottom step. After you do that, kneel there and call for me.”

I felt my stomach freeze over as Susanne turned without another word and walked into the house, letting the screen door bang behind her.

***

From: knot_master@*********.net
To: cute_buns63@*****.com
Subj: How’re you?

Hey Suzanne---

I know it’s been a while, but I was thinking about you today. Just wondering how you are, what you’ve been up to since we talk last. Catch you later,

---Mike

To be Continued Next Week...

---Him

Common Thoughts

He and I are actually going through a lot of the same thought processes lately.

For the longest time I thought I was a submissive and I could never domme a man, nor could I EVER imagine myself spanking one. But since he has come into my life, I have drastically changed. My need for control in regular life routines has crossed over into my romantic life, and even occasionally into the bedroom. Two areas of my life where I thought were completely submissive.

I just find myself unwilling to completely submit. I would rather continue doing what I want while controlling what He does. What helped me realize this was His complete, continuing cooperation in exploring all sides of ourselves.

He did recently officially submit to me. No collaring process or anything, it was just us sitting around talking about what we wanted, and for now it includes me having the veto power!

Strangely, he still has power over my social life. Hrm.

So next weekend we're going to a Halloween party. We had discussed going as a BDSM couple, Miss Piggy & Kermit, and those options just weren't jumping out at us. After a brainstorming session, He came up with Pepe LePeu and his kitty lover.
He'll most likely end up not doing much of the drinking, and I will!!! That's alright. His purpose there will be to protect me and take care of His Mistress. I think all in all we'll have a good time.

Here's to healthy lifestyles!

-Her

Switch Deluxe

Hi all. I've got an interesting development in our relationship to relay to everyone. Essentially, I've taken on the role as the primary submissive in the relationship.

We had a running conversation over the last couple weeks about submission and dominance. I've been feeling more frisky lately, and been frustrated when my attempts to dom her ended up with me pissed at such a disobediant brat and her frustrated that I'm not pushing her buttons very well.

She's also been gradually putting her foot down more, being more dominant in situations where she wants her way. Somewhere along the way she realized I was more than happy to obey her when she got all bossy with me. Even if that meant taking the lead in bed (not always my favorite).

Early last week, I kept making hints and asking permission for things during a chat. The results were amazing, in my eyes. She took right over from me, becoming micro-managing, demanding, and not allowing me any sexual relief. This put me into 7th heaven, since I don't get this sort of treatment from my sugar very often. The tighter she held onto control (forbidding me to look at other girls, keeping a notebook of infractions, sending me to bed, making me get up at a certain time) the deeper I went into sub-space.

Until we had a long chat one day in which I confessed how much I enjoyed and craved submitting to her. How much I liked her having the final say over things, how I liked knowing I was accountable to her. She told me while she enjoyed being dominated in bed, it drove her insane to have to obey someone else's orders. And how "fun" she found bossing me around.

So...the tentative arrangement was me submitting to her in general, full time. While nothing changes too much in our ordinary way of things, she does get final say. I'm obligated to listen to her instructions more closely. The "no looking" rule has been made permanent, and I'm not allowed to touch myself without her permission (and not allowed to ask for it either!).

I know there will be plenty of times she will need me to take the lead, and I embrace that as much as I embrace having to explain why I spent time looking at a classmate's feet. However, I feel so good about my new role, so happy that she official has control over me. The day after this arrangement I woke up so turned on...and so thrilled I had to control myself and stay horny for her.

I only hope I can make this as pleasurable for her as it is for me!

---Him

Ohio Voters...

Get out and vote on State Issue 1, if nothing else. This is the bill designed to limit sexually oriented business activity in the state, such as strip clubs and toy and video stores, by closing them down between midnight and 6am. The other main provision is criminalizing physical contact between dancers and patrons and employees of strip clubs.

I personally find this unnecessary on both counts, and simply a step towards criminalizing adult entertainment in the state. I don't want to think about what could be regulated next if this bill passes...

And if you agree with the bill? Go vote for it. At least make it known you're paying attention to what they're doing in Columbus. Don't let the legislature think it works in a vacuum.

Go find the actual language and your voting station, etc, at Smart Voter.org

---Him

Punishment Time

I'm not a huge fan of punishment, as a general rule. I'm idealistic in the sense that everyone should be doing what they should be doing because if they don't, then why do it at all? So not a lot of energy goes into my "normal" activities in regard to punishing people.



That's totally beside the point when it comes to her, however. Being quite a bit of the sub myself, I very much understand misbehaving just to get a rise out of the rule maker. I also understand how disappointing it is to not get punished, or to be threatened with a punishment that never materializes.



That'll happen occaisonally in bed, when in passionate moments she'll threaten to paddle me aftewards if X doesn't happen (usually my little buddy not wanting to stand up and play). Those sort of comments used to have an effect on me...but lately, I can just shrug them off since I've yet to experience the post-coitus punishment.



But no matter. Recently, there were some issues regarding our long standing rule about getting permission before she can visit with any her friends. She grew angry, and I knew she'd need to be punished. For a variety of reasons, that punishment was slow to arrive...busy at work, not wanting to use time together for BDSM...whatever. It happens, no hard feelings.



But while I was waiting for ample opportunities to give her what-for, she had taken to casual little defiances. She went out to lunch with a friend without even telling me about it, never mind getting permission first. She'd be mouthy. She'd taunt me whenever I mentioned her impending punishment. All in all, she was doing her best to piss me off. And not in any sexy, "Oh no lil boy, I'm the one in charge" sort of way. In a pain in the ass kind of way.



So when she came down, one of the first things I did was strip her naked, lay her on the bed, and spank her soundly. Here's a shot about halfway through...







Which is about where it stopped being fun for her, which was the whole point. I was really not happy with the way she'd been taunting me, and gave her very much what she had been asking for for literally weeks. By the time I was done scolding her, smacking her, making her cry out and wail, I got her to admit I'd been much worse than she expected.



Here's how she looked after I'd finished...







Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Tho I do wish I'd kept going a bit longer...

---Him

Helpless Boy

Yes, this was my man a couple weeks ago when I decided to clip on some clothespins and have my fun with him. Cuffing him to the headboard, he took everything oh so well. I was so proud. Even while I was riding him and leaning down applying pressure to his clipped nipples, he was such a good boy. I enjoyed taking control that night.

I'm down visiting him for a couple days for his birthday. Tomorrow he's apparently going to be turning me into a mess and taking photos of ME. Yikes. I'm kind of scared but kind of exhilarated.

Just so you all know, my first story I've been paid to write has been posted in the members section of my friends' website that I've linked several times on here. They posted it just a couple days and I'm super excited about it. They've got me on assignment writing a halloween themed story for this month. We'll see.

Please be thinking good thoughts for my poor ass.

Here's to healthy lifestyles.

-Her

Blah

So...I'm a lil annoyed at the moment. She just chewed my hiney out for not sticking to pushups, or getting this post done earlier in the day. This is where my sub side goes to war with my "I just wanna do what I want" side.

It's tricky, too. I try to build myself into a dom role to handle her the way she likes...but then it backfires when her "I want things my way" side flares up, and I'm not exactly able to fight off her instructions. Aggravating.

This past week when she visited, I jumped her just about right away. I took her upstairs and tied her to my bed, having her suck me before I fucked her fast and hard, totally taking her for my pleasure. Then I left her, still cuffed to the bed, and went back to work. She freed herself, of course...and that was all there was to it.

We had some fun the next two days, her taking the lead mostly in bed. I was ridden quite a bit, which I've discovered is my favorite position. I was even tied up to the bed, clothespinned, during one of those rounds. THAT was an intense event.

I'm vaguely puzzled by continuing trouble getting hard for her in missionary or doggie positions. I don't understand the problem...or even if there is one. Either way, I think we have our fun.

Till next time...

---Him

I know, I know

I've been letting all of you down with me not posting anything. Recently I started a 2nd job that was sucking up all of my spare time apart from sleeping and seeing Him. I decided, for many reasons, to quit that job, so I will be having a lot more opportunity to write here and elsewhere. Just so you all know, I will be writing stories for www.pinktoxins.com as a part of the staff on that website, so if you're at all interested in what that site has to offer, make sure to become a member so you can read all of my stories!

We've both been busy, as well, so our kink hasn't had much of a chance to come out when we've been together, but I went to see him last week and I got a pleasant surprise. He decided one morning to almost immediately tie me up and have his fun with me. It was incredibly erotic and exciting. I was dying for him to put my ball gag in the whole time, however. He made sure to move up and let me suck on him while I was all tied up though, and that was absolutely amazing. He didn't do it for long, though, so I was left wanting more of that. I have discovered I enjoy giving oral quite a lot. Especially when my hands are bound and I can't help but have my face fucked. How exciting!

Today He said He wasn't feeling up to much of anything, but miraculously he started being very Dom! I was pleasantly surprised and made sure to be obedient for Him today. Although, when I asked Him if I could go see a friend about some business matters, He was unsure and told me He wanted several things done tonight and that He was going to be home a little later because of an errand and hanging out with a friend. I asked what friend and I got the name of a friend I hadn't heard of before. When I questioned Him, He responded with "maybe I'll tell you later", which really ticked me off, and I can't explain why! So I told Him I was going without permission, and I know I will be in trouble, but I can handle the consequences of my actions.

To be honest, when I rolled over asking Him to stop spanking me I wanted him to tie me down and keep going. He didn't, but I think He might in the future. I hope so. I've told him I've considered giving up my safe word.

Here's to healthy lifestyles.
-Her

(I'm a) Bad Boy

I'm sitting here hard as a rock and having no idea when my next climax is gonna be. I'm loving AND hating this all at once, but I know I totally deserve it.

For the second time I disobeyed her very simple directions. After leaving her, I was told to go home and jerk off right away. I failed to do this twice in the same week...once Monday, and once Thursday. The first time, I was kept pent up for a day to teach me a lesson. It obviously didn't work, because I let myself get distracted again Thursday.

I feel bad, because I simply forgot. It was awful of me to forget her very simple direction. To let it slip my mind completely. I so deserve the frustration I'm in now, and the sub in me hopes she doesn't cut me any slack.

She's very busy at work for the next few days, same days that I'm off. This has the double effect of keeping me horny when I've got the chance to jerk off, and also while she's away. I hate being frustrated, wanting to play, and knowing she's not able. It's a very fitting punishment whether intended or not.

I'm humiliated at being punished like a lil kid, but loving it as well. I really WANT to learn my lesson and be a good boy...just...maybe in not such a torturous way?

---Him

Gee Howdy It's Been a While

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Pink Toxins

I've got a friend who is into his own flavor of kink, and it happens to mix a little with the lifestyle my man and I have. Since this friend is a pretty close friend of mine, I have decided to link his site on our blog.

Do enjoy, it is a mainly PG site as far as photos and other things are concerned. I have linked it under "Places We Like", but I will also link it here.

Pink Toxins should be a treat for those of you who dare to explore it.

-Her

Rawr

I want to put something here. But I'm not terribly wound up. I'm not terribly...anything. Right now I'm being punished for not being able to keep my hands off myself. I have to ask before masturbating...and she's been just stingy enough to keep me frustrated, but not stingy enough to be cruel.

I'm constantly torn by my desire to submit to her and to control her. Especially now...I simultaneously want revenge and to be broken. I want to be punished as a bad boy and to teach her proper respect for me.

I deeply adore submitting to her, almost more than anything. But...that's not all. I enjoy controlling her, being the absolute arbiter of what she does. The dynamic works in two different way...to be taken care of because I'm a treasured pet, and to be taken care of because my pet treasures me.

No real point...just some kink musing for you tonight, dear reader.

---Him

Meeting in the country

So we decided to meet between where we live from each other, in a small town community, to see a movie together and spend some time with each other after I had been out of the area for the past 3 days and had NO outside communication. Apparently he had been going crazy not being able to contact me, and I returned to find a good 2 handfuls of emails from him telling me how much he missed me and how he was annoyed he couldn't even tell me the smallest thing, like that he'd gotten a haircut. How flattering :)

I'm finding it more and more confusing, mentally, trying to figure out what exactly I want most of the time. I'm finding more and more that I really am a switch. Sometimes I'm wanting to jump him on the spot, tie him down and have my way with him. But then other times I just want him to hold me down, kiss me forcefully and just have his fun with me.

-Yes, I do admit to having a rape fantasy... but what woman doesn't?-

During the movie I decided I'd tease and torture him a little bit. There was only one couple in there besides us and I thought it would be really fun to have a wriggling, squirmy boy in the seat next to me. So I made sure to tickle his sides, his belly, his underarms, and I even reached a hand up his shorts to tickle his privates that he was silly enough to leave sans underwear. And he wanted to do that for the thrill of having no underwear. I gave him his thrill. Even afterwards, when we were just hanging out in my car, I had my fun tickling him and teasing him. From licking and kissing his neck to licking and sucking and breathing gently into his ear, he and I worked ourselves up to the point we were considering finding a secluded area. But we thought better of it and just left the teasing to what it was.

As fun as it was having the upper hand in the whole teasing thing... I had the strongest desire for him to take me into the back seat - leave all clothes on - lay on top of me, make out with me, grope and squeeze and tease my breasts, play with my oh-so-sensitive neck, wrap his strong, manly hand around my throat and squeeze as he kisses me. I really do get amazingly turned on when he starts choking me. Unfortunately this didn't play out - I wasn't surprised, considering the circumstances - but I still have the fantasy, and someday it will come true!

-Her

Various Things...

As exciting as it is to instruct Her while she's my slave, I have to admit she makes an almost ideal Domme.

I was telling Her this the other day, as she was teasing her friend on IM. She was being very much the domme with him, and doing it in a way that just got me hard reading about it. The way I explained it is she's part boss, part mommy. Strict and unyielding, but very warm and protecting all at once. She likes to have reasons behind her instructions, which simultaneously makes it harder to argue with her and give one a reason to obey gratefully.

The way she'll just start tickling me in public to make a point is amazing. The mixture of tickling and humiliation, whether it's at a concert, the drive-in, or just at a restaurant...is incredibly powerful. She'll taunt me while she's about it, too..."Why's that guy giggling and squirming in that car next to us? I don't get it, what's he doing?" making me all too aware of my predicament.

Recently she's taken to making me wait until she's climaxed when we masturbate together. I didn't the other night...I was tired and not really thinking...and came before she even started I think. She threatened to paddle me...and after that didn't scare me as much as she'd hoped, threatened to paddle my balls. "A tear would be a good indicator" when she was finished.

I just don't know...I get so hard when I dom her. I love when she's my lil slave...my whore...my slut...but I can't help but worship the domme she is, how easily she just assumes command over me, how she keeps me in line.

She's amazing.

---Him

Luck Be A Lady Tonight

So I won free tickets to a local comedy and rock & roll club tonight. He is not in the area, so my first choice of a companion to the show was unavailable. I then decided to take another male friend of mine with me. This friend is also into a substantial amount of kink. One thing in particular is nylons. The bargaining chip for him to go with me was for me to wear tan nylons. I then decided to run with it and dress up for him. My man thought all of this was very sexy and enjoyed this quite thoroughly:


After the show I drop my friend off at his house, then make my way home. I get online and immediately I get an IM from my friend saying how much of a good time he had and that he was glad to have seen me in pantyhose. I asked him what he thought of my outfit, he said I looked pretty and to be honest, that he was probably going to end up jerking off thinking about me in my pantyhose.

Needless to say, my man thought all of this was pretty hot.

-Her

The "Voice" of Reason

I've found that we have very good communication. I speak and get him all flustered just from hearing me, and he speaks and it warms my soul.

Speaking of ... speaking ... I recently had a wonderful experience with him. He came up for a surprise visit and ended up staying the night here. We woke up the next morning together and immediately started feeling very sexual and playful with one another. He started feeling around and rubbing me down below, and I didn't stop him because it just felt so great! I've had many men in my past try to get me to the point of orgasm, only to fail, leaving me quite disappointed. I had never had a man be able to give me an orgasm without my assistance. He continued to rub me and play around, testing different methods and trying different rhythms and areas of my clit. He never entered my vagina, just focused on my ever-sensitive clit.

After a good five or so minutes just playing around with me, I suggested he talk to me. By this I meant talk "dirty" to me. I've found I'm very focused on imagery and vocalization while masturbating and when getting turned on, so I thought it would be worth a shot getting my man to talk dirty to me while he attempted to give me an orgasm.

Needless to say, this proved to be very very very effective. As he whispered the details of a scene he would enter into with me, I sunk into his creation, enveloped in the story. My body responded with satisfaction as I let out a loud moan .. as my body shook in ecstasy .. as I arched my back with the pleasure that flowed through me.

I IMMEDIATELY rolled over and gave him a million kisses and snuggled him. I had never known what it was to have a man give me my beloved orgasm, and my love, my man, my amazing man... he gave it to me. And it was well worth the wait.

-Her

Another Story

I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.

"The Turnover"

I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.

I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.

I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).

"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"

"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.

Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."

I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."

Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.

As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.

I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."

I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.

"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."

She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.

***

I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.

"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."

"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.

"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."

I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."

I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"

She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."

I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"

Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."

"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.

"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."

---Him

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Extended play time

She and I were able to get some time to play at length the other day, and inspite of a late night and early morning it was quite a good time.

There were some punishments that needed to be dealt with, and this proved to be an excellent time to provide a little discipline. It can be tricky to play as fully as we'd like, sometimes, neither of us having a real quiet location to have our fun in.

After some tricky OTK spanking (her bed is quite a ways off the floor, so it was more "laying across the lap" spanking), I decided to tie her hands off to the bed and really punish her. After digging out some leather belt like things we tied off her wrists to her headboard. This enabled me to turn her ass a bit, and really go to down on her with my hand and a hairbrush.

She REALLY hates that hairbrush now :-)

After a good bit of spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts (bruised again! She's got banana boobs!) it was time to fuck her good and hard while she was tied down and helpless. By the time all was said and done, I think she was just as pleased with her reddened bottom and throbbing sex than if she'd behaved herself in the first place.

Post-spanking sex...some of the nicest sex, I have to say.

---Him

A story

So I was daydreaming and I had a lovely idea for an erotica story, and I felt like posting it. It goes into some of my deeper fantasies and desires, and is definitely something I would like to experience with him.

A Story

Jane was busy cleaning the kitchen, as she hadn’t gotten to it after making Paul breakfast and packing him a lunch. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased to find a dirty kitchen, no less a dirty house, when he returned home from work. She had taken an afternoon nap and slept a little longer than she had wanted to.

Frantically cleaning the house as best as she could, Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. Knowing the routine, she gave a heavy sigh and resolved to accept the consequences of her mistake.

Jane made her way over to the front door, a few feet from the space in front of the door, and knelt down. On her knees, she held a straight posture: breasts perky and slightly pushed out, shoulders straight above her hips, hands clasped behind her back. She knew this was how Paul liked to see her when he came home from a tiring day at work. She liked this routine, because it made her feel like the slave she really was. She knew she was going to have a rough night because of the messy house, though.

Paul opened the door, smiled briefly at his little slave before he took notice of the chaos that the house was in. He gave Jane a stern look, and she knew that she was to stay on her knees until he came to get her.

Paul walked slowly around the house, taking good note that the table had not been wiped, vacuuming and mopping had been neglected, among several other minute details about the house.

Running a finger along the mantelpiece, Paul took note of the dust on his finger. He walked over to Jane and showed her his finger.

“Do you see this?”

“Yes”

He wipes his finger on her clean white shirt, leaving a dirt mark, then abruptly takes a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes…what?”

Jane knowingly says “Master” to him. The feeling of his hand on her head, grasping tightly to her hair, is painful but she keeps it inside. All of a sudden, he pulls her up off her knees by the fistful of hair in his hand, dragging her down the stairs into the basement. She knows she is in trouble.

He throws her down on the ground, she looks up at him.

“Don’t you DARE look at me, slave. Look down and put your ass in the air so I can inspect you” Jane can hear the anger in his voice as she obeys.

Paul walks over to a table where some paddles and canes are laying, and picks up a nice thin cane and some rope. Carefully, he pulls his slave’s hands behind her back, leaving her to lay her head flat on the side to support her body, her knees on the ground, slightly spread. He wraps the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Standing back, he smiles at her discomfort.

“What have you done to deserve this, slave?”

“I didn’t get the house clean as I was instructed, Master, and I’m sorry” Paul reaches down and grabs a firm handful of hair and pulls her up a little.

“You have lost the privilege of referring to yourself as ‘me’ or ‘I’, slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this girl’ or ‘she’. You are no longer Jane, but simply slave, understood?”

Wincing at the pain, she says “Yes, Master, this slave understands”

He puts her back down on the ground, and walks around her, stopping behind her. He pushes up her skirt, notices the panties covering her sex. She immediately remembers she was told never to wear panties when wearing a skirt, and she had forgotten.

“She is very sorry Master, she-”

“Shut the fuck up slave. You have disobeyed me in more than one way today and for that you are going to pay”

She feels the gag wrapped around her face, it goes in her mouth, and he clasps it behind her head, tightly. She knows he doesn’t want to hear her voice. He is disgusted with her.

Pulling down her panties, he reaches for the cane and runs his masculine hands over it. He waves it in the air a few times, satisfied, knowing that the sting of the cane on his filthy slave’s ass will teach her a lesson.

It comes down, suddenly, on her bare ass. She lets out a loud yelp, and he immediately reaches for her hair, grasping a handful and pulling up violently, “I don’t remember telling you that you could make a sound, slave. Be silent”

He continues caning her bare bottom, as she struggles to be silent, her ass getting red hot, welts already forming. Suddenly he stops and walks away. He walks into the next room, leaving her in this exposed position, her pussy dripping and ass aching.

Ten minutes go by and he comes back into the room, disrobed, cock erect. He gets down on his knees behind her and inspects her aching pussy. He knows she wants him deep inside of her, but decides to make her wait just a little longer. Wrapping his hand around his slaves neck, applying a little pressure, he pulls her up to him so her back is touching his chest.

He whispers in her ear, “Does my filthy slave want to be fucked?”

She nods her tear-streaked face and whimpers gently as she feels her Master’s hard cock pushing against her back and his warm hand squeezing her throat. He reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy. Groaning gently in her ear, he pushes her back down on the ground.

He runs his big cock along her ass and vagina, “Hmm I wonder what hole I should take?” He pauses, wondering if his slave will make a sound at this remark, but she doesn’t, “It doesn’t matter which, though because they belong to me and I have every right to do what I please with them”

At this he begins pushing his hard penis into her ass, gently easing it in until it is fully penetrated, then starts going in and out fast and hard. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of the slave’s hair, pulling as he takes her ass.

Pulling out and pausing, he suddenly shoves it into her soaking pussy. She lets out a loud yelp and he smiles at this outburst, proceeding to take her from behind.

Her Master lets out a loud groan as he cums inside of her, and she smiles at his satisfaction. He pulls out, gives her ass a very hard slap, and walks a few steps before turning around, “You will stay in that position until I am ready to use you again, slave”

He walks out of the room and doesn’t come back for over an hour.

-Her

On Vacation

I'm still out of state, but finding some time to write about things. Well, I actually got ordered to...but...y'know ;-)

It's been a bit of a rough trip. But a bright point has been how well behaved my baby has been. I've been more or less the dom the entire time, with overriding rules for her while I'm away (and maybe longer, if I deem appropriate!)

That hasn't stopped lil power plays during our conversations tho. I've had a bit of a trouble looking at feet I shouldn't...and she leveraged my "bad boy" status on this issue into making me feel subby enough to give her back masturbation priviledges. I've tried to be tough and stay on top for her, but...y'know. Sometimes you can't block the message from the sub-button, as I've taken to calling it.

Certain ways she has of saying things, comments she makes, "suggestions" she offers...such as "Why don't you do a blog tonight? That's an order"...that just make the urge to submit to her nearly overwhelming. While I'm gone I'm doing my best to resist them, at least mostly. I promised I wouldn't show my belly and let her off the hook, and I have no intentions of it.

But that seems to be a totally different issue from writing a blog because she told me, or enduring a lecture about where my eyes and thoughts should be. I know I could prolly rise up and push her back down...but it's hard over the phone line, and it's hard when my default with a beautiful girl is to cast my eyes down and demure with, "Yes Mistress."

But you can bet your hiney she's gonna catch it GOOD when I finally get back to her, just for pushing that button so liberally! (Tho I wonder if that'll just encourage her more...)

---Him

Assignments

He is out of the state for a week and a half. I'm really very sad about it, but I do hope he has a good trip and returns safely to me. While he was gone, he left me a list of instructions. There's several things I have to do daily, and one thing includes shaving my legs and touching up my toe nail polish every morning. I also have to change the color polish at some point. I have to post, daily, a photo of my legs and feet so I can show if I have been a good girl and followed directions.

So here is installment 1, July 5, 2007:
Installment 2, July 6, 2007:

I had a crazy couple of days so he let me off of a couple of my duties...so here's Installment 3: July 8, 2007:

Installment 3: I forgot last night, so I am doing a late upload for July 10, 2007:


-Her

First Time

So, my sugar came down to visit me this past weekend. It was a challenging operation to pull off...what with moves, and some messed up plans, and all the rest. BUT she made it, and that was the important thing.

Our semi-romantic day got thrown out the window when some cleaning at the old apartment had to happen...but...it was very nice of her to help me. Afterwards, we decided to skip our ballgame plans and stay in to eat Chinese, drink a lil wine (still not a wine fan...), and enjoy each other's company.

Including our first time making love. We had been watching dumb movies downstairs, when she decided to slip upstairs and watch her favorite porn, a piece from "Sex and Submission." I found it interesting...I have to confess to not being a huge fan of porn (it's kinda like wine...), and I wasn't terribly aroused. I was too wrapped up in the intellectual end of things, and the minor buzz I had didn't help either.

And let's be honest, naked guys don't typically do it for me, and neither does a deep masculine voice put me in the mood. Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I'm not without my moments of curiousity...but...meh.

So...we glided into the lovemaking. Which was sort of tricky...I have to confess I often times have trouble with that whole staying hard issue, especially during the start of a relationship. She was wonderfully patient, pushing all the buttons she knew about, even ones she was hestitent about.

After normal foreplay and some serious tickling (*giggles at the memory*) got me quite worked up and feeling VERY close to her, my lil buddy wasn't quite willing to stay out and play. It was as if the condom scared him.

She never once showed any frustration, and decided to take a break to dig through my toybag. Before I knew it, I was feeling our slapper on my ass, inspite of her swearing up and down she'd never use it on me because of a mental block. That got my motor running, especially when she found my paddle and used it on me (I DO hate a paddling). But she had found my bag of clothespins...and decided to use them on me.

I wish we had taken a picture or two. By the time she was done with me, I had two pins on each nip, and I think six or seven along my ballsac. She admired her handiwork...then left to get a drink of water, instructing me to lay still.

Shortly after she returned (not soon enough!!) and removed the pins, we laid together until I grew hard...then we made it at long last, after hours of varied foreplay, with great passion.

It was totally worth the wait :-)

In a Collar

I'm wearing a collar for her at the moment.

It feels...good. So good.

As dominant as I felt today, and as much as I directed her in most tasks today...I'm craving to be at her feet right now. Even if she doesn't do anything more than pat me idly while watching TV, I want to be near her, ready to do her bidding...

It started early on in our conversation today, when she started hinting at not letting me climax until Saturday (*moans*). I know I did the exact same thing to her last week...but...that's not much comfort. Having that reminder of how she controls such an intimate part of my life started pushing my sub buttons, even as I plotted and planned how to torture her when we saw each other next.

Lil comments here and there, about teaching me a lesson about "shouting" during IM conversation, being "petted," then sharing my submissive feelings which were then encouraged by her. I sent her a pic of the undies I was wearing...and as they're awfully revealing she started talking about sending me outside for lil chores with nothing but them on. This melted me even more, until I was sending her a picture of a Humbler and discussing cock rings...

What I love about her so much is that when I "complained" about being too submissive, she teased me: "Well come put me on my knees baby." When I declined (respectfully...she's the Mistress after all...) she switched gears altogether, sending me to put my collar on and starting to instruct me more closely.

Which is where I am now. Until she'll keep teasing me, I have to finish this entry I promised her before bed tonight. It feels almost humiliating, but in such a good way, to be sitting here in my underwear wearing a collar for the same woman I had naked cleaning her kitchen this afternoon. It's mind boggling...but so yummy.

Right now, I simply crave her attention and her approval. Her torment, too...I want her to tease and torture me for her enjoyment--I know, it's not genuine submission to want something specific for her enjoyment, but I think we can common ground on that part. We know each role is about pleasing each other as much as ourselves.

I confessed earlier to wanting her to hurt me, and she was surprized at some of the things I was bringing up. CBT, plucking body hair, hot wax. I'm not, as a general rule, a huge masochist...but some people have brought that out in me. She does that, she makes me want to surrender to anything she can do to me...whether that's going to make me moan and gasp, or whimper and scream.

I love her, and hopes she offers her helplessly devoted boy little mercy tonight, and every night until she grants me an orgasm.

---Him

Bliss

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Saturday...

On Saturday, we went to a cool toyshop. The manager was in on his day off, but very friendly and helpful anyway. Always a plus...something you don't see much of. She had a good time, from what I could tell. Eying things, very interested. Pointing out outfits and toys. Browsing the books with me. Clinging on my arm, random hugs. A special light in her eye.

First thing we decided on was a ball gag for her. 1.5 inches, black, buckle strap. She looks quite cute, all helpless and what not. Here's how my cutie looked in it...



Quite nice, no?

The other thing we bought was a slapper toy...leather, very springy. The manager demonstrated how just pushing on it with a finger would make it bounce, and the bite you could get with very minimum effort. The guy knew what he was doing: all I could picture was the slap of the two leather flaps on her gorgeous hiney, and I knew I was gonna buy it.



Looks wicked, hm? I'll admit, I've grown curious how it feels myself...but that's another story altogether. I wish I had a pic of the bruises it caused on her pretty breasts...but...guess not.

After we bought that, we went to the park and the festival. With the toys in our bag, we spent the next few hours making out, groping, teasing, talking. Then we went on a bare boobie hunt (plenty of ladies with painted breasts who skipped their shirts...12 sets, we counted, and that's after the sun went behind the clouds).

Afterwards, we tried on the gag...and started to play with the slapper...until some dude on his bike rode by, looked horrified and confused, and we decided it was time to leave. We still haven't figured out what the hell he was doing, riding his bike in a pay parking lot. We put the slapper to good use on her ass and breasts later that night, in another parking lot...which proved it was totally worth the investment!

Till next time...

---Him

What Can I Say Other Than Amazing

My relationship with him has steadily increased more and more over the past month or so that we've known each other. We started out with long phone calls and chatting, building a deep bond with one another that was only confirmed when we met in person, watching films and television and falling asleep next to one another (no there was no sex!)

Yesterday he came to visit me and we went to a community festival where there was live music and other fun activities going on. Instead of really going and enjoying the music specifically, we decided to lay down a blanket and snuggle for several hours. It was incredible. Just being in his company fills some kind of hole in me. I know this could be putting him on a pedestile, but I feel he deserves it, what with the amount of happiness he causes me. I only hope I do the same for him. I am, however, fairly certain I do - at the risk of sounding cocky. That's how I invision a healthy D/s relationship being - loving, respectful, full of admiration for one another, caring. He and I get each other and our needs, and we are so in tune with each other's needs that it really blows my mind at times.

So we're laying there on a blanket and we're of course making out with each other - seeing as how we've both got a touch of exhibitionism - and he continues noticing people's reactions to us, and letting me know. I am so oblivious to everything around me while I'm kissing him that I don't notice any of it. I reassured him I didn't care what they thought or said, he agreed, and things continued.

We've not had sex or anything yet but I know when we do, it will be amazing. Like I have said already - we read each other quite well and I believe the experience will be a positive one for the both of us. He took me to an adult toy shop yesterday before the festival, where we originally were shopping for a ball gag for me. He took some photos of it on me, and maybe he'll post it at some point. We ended up also looking at some paddles, and he chose one that had a very nice sting as he later used it on my breasts and ass. I must admit I got a huge thrill out of him dominating me. I also found a new friend in the ball gag he bought for me.

I also got a thrill out of pressing my foot against his crotch while sitting on the blanket at the festival, in plain site of everyone, while he flinched and moaned quietly, looking at me with eyes full of desire and pleading. Also those lovely winces of pain he gave as I pinched his nipples were quite satisfactory as well. I am surprising myself with how Dominant I am able to be with him.

I suppose this is enough for now, so until then, here's to healthy lifestyles.

-Her

Kicking off...

I just spent the last 2 hours or so packing up various items in my kitchen. Before that, I was cooking myself dinner and cleaning things up a little bit. For whatever reason, being in the kitchen and working puts me a little bit on the submissive side...and that's when I really started wish she would call or get on-line.

Before too much longer, I got my wish. She signed on, and we chit chatted...and I slowly hinted at my mild horniness and being fairly submissive. I was a little shy and worried about mentioning this to her, because I'd just spent most of the last week and especially yesterday playing master. I know she enjoys her strong, powerful man...and although she'd told me a few times the idea of switching roles with me sounds very appealing.

I mentioned this feeling, and she spelled out in no uncertain terms how while she'll always want me as a dominant protector in public...she very much likes the idea of each of us being true to our moods in private. As she put it, "I think we can fully enjoy each others' submissiveness."

Moments later, I was sent back to packing, buck naked, as she kept sending me messages about devious ways she had to make my task more difficult and arousing for me.

This clears up one of my last...concerns, I should say, about her and I. I have a very submissive streak to me born of...well, I'm not gonna get into that tonight. Suffice it to say, few things are as sexy to me as a woman who will tell her man what to do, how to do it, no questions allowed. While I have an equally strong dominant streak, I'd had worries over the past few days of not being able to indulge my submissive side.

In the last month or so I've known her, I've become more and more enamored with her. From our first early (12 hour+) dates, where we sat and watched movies, TV, and fell asleep together fully clothed I've felt a connection to her. Hell, I drove 3 hours one way several times to spend time with her...and if that doesn't indicate a bond I don't know what does. Late nights talking on the phone, discussing everything from our views on marriage and children to how hard we like to be spanked. She told me she couldn't see her spanking her partner, and I have to admit some disappointment.

But there's compromise in every relationship, and what was starting to catch fire between us was worth more than a little compromise...and who knows how feelings may change down the road?

Yesterday I had the novel experience of taking her into a bdsm toy shop to buy a gag for her. Fielding questions, acting in charge of her best I could. I bought a slapper in addition to the gag...because as I saw the manager demonstrate the bounce of the tool, I could see it coming down on her oh-so-spankable ass, and knew I'd have to see her reaction to it.

I did get the chance to...but this entry is getting long enough. I don't have enough space to add about the guy on his bike, finding a secluded parking lot, the bruises on her breasts, the way she squealed when I spanked her too fast.

The long story short? She's helped me realize just how delightful a willing sub is, one as willing and obedient as I am. She's also made me feel secure that she can have just as much fun giving orders as she does taking them.

I think there are great things ahead for us...a horny, kinky couple with a fluid dynamic and a connection so much deeper than sex. A definite comfort with exhibitionism is another plus for another time ;-)

---HIM