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
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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!
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!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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
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
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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
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
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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
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
Monday, October 8, 2007
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
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
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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
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