I've Got Curves!

A few weeks ago my Toy surprised me with a gift. It is a black latex corset. It is so sexy. Here is a picture of it...

First of all, to make the title relavent I need to give you a little background. I have never been described as curvy. I am basically straight from ribs to hips. (I'm only exaggerating slightly!)

After my Toy surprised me with my new corset I ran to the bathroom to try it on! He got me all laced up the back and cinched up tight. I couldn't believe my eyes....I DO have a waist! I couldn't believe it.


I am so in love with this new thing....I can't wait to incorporate it into my wardrobe. (I just have to get some of that polish to make it GLEAM!) I can just imagine wearing it to work under a crisp white button-down shirt. Mmmmm, delish. I love the way it gets warm from my body heat after I have it on for a while. It's like it becomes a part of me.


NOTE: This was purchased from Eros Boutique. Horrible customer service and I would not recommend using them. He ordered this months ago and after trying to follow up on the order, was unable to reach the company by phone or email. When he was about to request our money back from the credit card company it arrived, shoved in a carboard box...no tissue, no plastic, no invoice, no nada. Nice touch guys, way to make your customers feel special. At least the Stockroom give you a lollipop!

All Work and No Play

...Makes for a very dull blog.

We have been working a lot lately and have only seen each other in passing. I think we have only had dinner together three times this month. So needless to say, the crop is a little dusty.

My Toy has done something so sweet recently I had to share....

A few weeks ago I ran out of my favorite perfume. I was so sad...it's my favorite scent. I have others, but none that compare. I just couldn't bring myself to put on anything else. (And I couldn't throw the empty bottle away either. Maybe if I let it sit there long enough it will magically refill itself!)

St. Patricks Day is the anniversary of our engagement (9 years ago!) After my Toy got home from work that night we had the usual chit-chat and went up to get ready for bed. As I was undressing I noticed something...a BRAND NEW BOX sitting with my perfumes!!! A new bottle! (See, I was right! I let the empty bottle sit there and it DID refill itself!)

It was such a sweet thing since we haven't gotten to spend much time together lately. Just a little reminder that he's thinking abot me...

And tonight we get to have dinner together...

Me? Aggressive?

Maybe just a little...

I was just reading this article on Yahoo and I had to laugh at all the things that men want their women to be. More of this, less of that....

Sorry guys, didn't mean to make you feel little. Whatever. If a guy pleases his wife, she will certainly please him back....if you know what I mean. I think more men should be reading Femdom blogs instead of asking their women to be more of this now, a little less later. How confusing.

This, however, is the only part of this article that I agree with:

Relationship Point: The Hook Up
Guys' Take: Women Aren't Aggressive Enough
Men certainly have long lists when it comes to their bedroom wants: a little more of this, a lot more of that, fat-free whipped cream please. But if there's one thing that men really crave in the bedroom, it's not a certain position, or even a certain act. It's a certain attitude. What many men want when it comes to sex is for women to show a little more assertion, aggression, and initiation. In the aforementioned national survey, only 25 percent of men rate their current partners as an 8 or higher on a 1-10 scale of sexual aggressiveness, while 60 percent of men say that's the level they'd like her to be. Many guys feel that if his mate is confident in the bedroom, he's more likely to stick with her beyond the bedroom walls. (Like he's doing her some kind of favor. Please.)

The only part that men never seem to grasp is that women need to feel loved and cherished OUTSIDE the bedroom before they can build confidence IN the bedroom.

I am so lucky to have a loving submissive husband who supports me and fosters my growth as a woman! Cheers to D/s!

Latent Fantasy

I've just realized something.

I like to bite. Alot.

I have always been a nibbler, but lately my Toy has challenged me to bite harder. I have been testing my limits...and his.

My absolute favorite spot is the apple of his cheek. It's just so cute and round, but I'm afraid of bruising his cheek. (Can you imagine...."How did that happen?") I have been experimenting with other spots too. The ear lobe, of course, is my second favorite. I can bite there pretty hard, but I still don't want to pull a Mike Tyson.

The one place that really gets him squirming is when I bite his cock or balls. When I bite his cock I like to use my incisors...nice and pointy. I love how spongy it feels between my teeth. And how great to feel his balls sliding away from my pressure inside of their sack.

I think I should practice more tonight!

A Butt Plug Almost Broke My Nose

Not Hot.

Not Sexy.

While I try to be a constantly sexy dominant woman sometimes life gets in the way. I don't know if it's re-entering normal society after being in Vegas...or that it's still winter and snowing furiously when I'm ready for spring...or if it is getting the little one to bed much too late every night...or if it is our high work related stresses...or the aggravation of trying to sell some real estate we want to unload...or if it is just all of those...but I haven't been feeling very sexy lately.

It all started when I pulled our overflowing toy box down from the high shelf and my Toy's CB2000 fell out and broke. Not good. Then, because I have a short memory, I did the same thing a few days later and a butt plug fell out and smacked me right in the nose. Are you kidding me? A butt plug? Good thing my Toy is still using a small one! At any rate, we need a bigger box.

Just writing this post has made me feel better.

Now I just need to whip something. Where's my crop?

Constant Reminder

As I mentioned in a prior post here, my Toy and I were in Vegas recently. We had a great time as always! Leisurely mornings of snuggling, orgasms and breakfast in bed....ahhh bliss.

Late in the evening on Valentine's Day I took him to a tattoo parlor as promised. All day he kept saying "You're not really going to make me do this are you?" and my reply "Of course, I don't make promises I don't intend to keep."

It was all fun and games, until we got there. As soon as my Toy and I stepped in the door he got really quiet. I was in charge and loving it. I was telling the tattoo artist what I wanted and where...but I must not have made it clear that my Toy was getting the tattoo, not me. Oops. He was quite excited when he thought he would be working on me, but then I clarified that no, he was to tattoo my Toy. My my, how attitudes change. He starts freaking out and says that he won't tattoo another guy THERE. Then he tries to talk me into putting it somewhere else, like on his hip or something. I didn't want it anywhere else, and it CAN be done, so just do it. After a lot of stammering on his part, he finally got to work.

So there is my hot little Toy standing in a tattoo parlor in Vegas, late at night, with his pants pulled partially down. (It's making me wet again just thinking about it.) I felt so powerful and in-control of his body. Just as I was reveling in my power, the artist yells across the place to his buddy "Hey, you wanna see a chorizo?" That is what my Toy had been reduced to, a piece of meat. But it was ok with me...I was having too much fun.

The actual tattoo took about five minutes and turned out beautifully. My initials, in my handwriting. It couldn't be better. Now whenever my Toy looks at his penis he is reminded of who it belongs to.

Sex n Guns

I have tried my best not to bring this up, but I can't hold it in any longer....

Why are Americans more at ease with guns than sex? This is on my mind because of the Super Bowl. Watching the game this year brought up memories of that fun time with Miss Janet. (Which if you actually watched it in real time, was imperceptible.) Anyway, while Prince was playing this year we were reminiscing about how up in arms everyone was about seeing a boob.

The part I really don't understand is that right after Prince finished playing, the next FIVE commercials had guns and shooting...shows like 24 etc. It was startling. My son was standing in front of the TV with his mouth hanging open absorbing it all. I was like Holy Crap! Can we change the channel please! Then a couple of days after the game everyone was complaining that the guitar that Prince used was "Too Phallic". What? Are you kidding? Didn't anyone see the commericals afterward?

The reason I say Americans is because the sex-phobia seems to only exist here in the US. Europeans don't seem to have the same hang-ups. Look at the ad for the Mini Cooper on Saratoga's page here. Did you see this ad run on tv here? I didn't think so. I just don't understand what's so wrong with sex. I would much rather have my son see boobs than people shooting each other. I can't believe people let their kids play games like Grand Theft Auto. I just don't get it.

I want my son to grow up with a positive self-image. I don't want him to ever think that sex is dirty. (Unless you want it to be. Hahaha...sorry, off topic.) Bodies are OK, guns are definately NOT.

Public Display of Affection

For Valentines Day I got my Toy a matching collar, leash and wrist cuffs. They are all white leather...so hot. (I get so tired of black accessories in this lifestyle....plus white looks great against a tan!) Anyway, we were out shopping the other day and I had him wear only one of the wrist cuffs. It is something that can pass as popular fashion, but gives a nod toward our private life.

We passed by a couple of women who were sitting down and the younger one says to my Toy "I love your cuff, where did you get it?" We smiled at each other and he said "You don't want to know." You should have seen it...she turned five shades of red...and we knew she knew. Then my Toy said "My wife loves me." Then the older woman said "Well, that's all that matters." And then we smiled and continued walking.

It was great. Both women were quite embarrassed, and we were laughing, wondering what they were thinking. We also felt very united, like we have this great secret and it is just ours. I love the little things we can do in public.

Deuce

I played tennis with my Toy the other day.

I certainly didn't dominate him on the court. I think I have only beaten him one time...ever. This really pisses me off, and he knows it too.

I need to fix this little problem.

I've Always Been This Way

I have always been very in-control of my life and I usually get what I want. Maybe I'm driven, maybe I've been a Domme always, and am just now figuring it out. Probably both.

When I was in school and dating, I was the one who made the first move. I picked my target and moved in. I didn't always pick the best target, but I chose none the less. Tom Allen's most recent post here pretty much sums up my early dating choices. After many poor choices I decided that next I would date a 'Nice Guy'.

I picked out a tall, dark, handsome and Nice guy. Of course, now I had to come up with a plan to snag him! (We had hung out together a couple of times before but nothing romantic.) So my girlfriend and I decide to spend the night at her families' cabin. Oh no, two girls alone in the woods....who will come to protect us?

So I invited Nice Guy and she invited a friend as well. We all played games and hung out and had a fun evening. Later that night we had the living room all to ourselves. We were all over each other and I hinted that I would love to have sex with him, but since he was a nice guy, he didn't get the hint. (This was going to take some getting used to.) By the time morning arrived I had told him that he was going to be my boyfriend. I don't think he was too sure about the idea, but he didn't argue either.

I had been dating Nice Guy for a couple of months when we ended up at a party. It was the usual...small talk, people you only sort-of like. After a while I said "Let's get out of here, this is boring." You should have seen his face light up. (He had only come to this party because he thought I really wanted to go.)

I took him back to my house under the premise of watching a movie. The movie was not on long before I had him pinned to the floor. (If he wasn't going to make things happen, then I was!) I had him on his back, arms above his head, and I proceded to nibble, lick and kiss in all the right places. I then hopped on and rode him like never before. We finished with simultaneous orgasms. It was great. I was so turned on by taking charge, but this was different...this time I was IN charge. We continued this way for a very long time and it made us both happy.

Eventually I made Nice Guy my husband. We were happily married for many years, until we discovered D/s. Now he is my Toy, and we are VERY happily married.

He recently confessed to me that that was the night he fell in love with me.

See, nice guys DO win!

Domme-dar

So my toy insists that he has Domme-dar. He can spot one from a mile away.

Now confidence, that's an easy one to see. And bitchiness, well that's usually just a cover for insecurity. But can you really spot a Domme?

What is it about her? Is it the way she acts? Is it in her eyes or her voice? Is it the way she makes eye-contact without smiling? Can you tell by the way she walks?

What about my Domme friends? Do you think people can tell when you walk down the street? As for myself, I know people see my confidence, but what else do they see?

I wonder....

Submission vs. Weakness

Recently in Ms Rika's forum the question was posed: Is a submissive man weak?

I found myself getting very angry as I posted my response. I know that I took it personally, and it definately showed in my words. I have known and lived with many weak men in my life and I felt like I had to defend my toy! He is definately the strongest man I have ever known. Just because he is submissive, in no way means that he is weak.

It is my opinion that it takes a pretty strong man to put someone elses needs before his own. It requires a confidence and a sense of self that not all men (or women) posess.

Evicted

There has been a lot of panting, licking and scratching in my bedroom lately. The problem is that IT'S NOT ME!

It is our dog.

I have always believed the bedroom is no place for distractions. I have never allowed a TV in my bedroom and I now feel the same way about pets. Even if we put her out of the room when we are playing, she still whines and scratches the door from the outside. It is unacceptable.

Sorry girl, this is my room....you're outta here.

Look Out Las Vegas

...because here I come!

My toy and I are getting ready for our annual trip to Las Vegas. However, this year will be different. We will be celebrating our 1 year D/s anniversary! It will be one year almost to the day that we were in Las Vegas discussing our relationship and stumbled into D/s. For us both there is no turning back. We both love this new dynamic to our relationship and have grown closer than ever before. We have changed a lot too. My toy was just reminding me of a time when I refused to pinch his nipples. We had a good laugh over that because now his poor nipples are constantly sore and I accidentally bruised one of his earlobes from biting it too hard the other day.

Vegas is always a sexy time for us. We get to dress up, go out and do what adults do when there are no kids around! I have purchased a few new toys in preparation for our trip. One of them is a remote-control vibrating egg that I will use while we are in public. I can't wait to turn it on while he is at the cash register paying for the sexy new black boots he is going to buy me! (Thanks my little toy!)

I have another fun activity planned for us on Valentines Day. I am going to take him to a tattoo parlor and put my mark on him. His tattoo will be my initials, in MY handwriting. It will be just above his penis on his abdomen. I have made him carry my handwriting sample in his wallet so that we can give it to the tattoo artist when we arrive. Oh, and I should also mention that he hates tattoos and currently has none...but I am about to change that!

Going to Vegas is always good to ignite the imagination. I have a great fantasy that I think about quite often as my toy pleasures me, but it's a little long, so I will post it seperately one of these days. In the meantime I will post a fitting scenario that my toy emailed me recently....

"Oh! I amost forgot!"

Your giddiness makes me nervous. We are in a crowded restaurant and you just got back from the bathroom and you seem really excited. I can tell when you are evil - and judging by the smile on your face you are about to BE evil. You just seem too happy.

After reaching into your handbag and pulling out a plastic bottle and setting it on the table in front of me you smile again. I know what it is. I keep looking at it. My face gets red. There are a lot of people in here.

"What? You said you wanted wine. AND I just made it for you. You look like you really NEED some of me in you."

You seem truely happy - not nervous. Not embarassed. Not self concious.

"Oh, and this."

You hand me a zip lock baggie with my...

"I put lube on it for you!"

...plug in it.

"Go put it in. NOW"

You were no longer being nice. As usual, I found this arousing. I walked through the restaurant, around the tables of people eating, clutching my plug. I was proud - and excited. And I could not wait to return to the table to finish my task.

And the best part is, I know he'd really do it if I told him to. I love playing with my toy.

Sub Space

This weekend my I believe my toy reached subspace. I have heard this term used many times, but I now think that I did not truly understand. We have had a lot of fun, and had a lot of great feelings but I don't think he has ever really been there, until now.

We had retired to our bedroom for the night and, I'll admit, I was feeling a bit lazy. I first had him pleasure me orally, to multiple orgasms, of course. I instructed him to kneal on the floor by the bed. Then I handed him my dirty panties and the lube and said "Entertain me." This was great because he was getting attention, and had my scent near (my scent is VERY important to him), but I was just lounging on the the bed enjoying the entertainment. Every so often I would reach out to pinch his nipples or grab his stiff cock, but for the most part I just watched. Then for some reason, I rubbed my hand over his face. He just looked so good knealing there, all muscular and hard yet completely vulnerable. I rubbed my hand over his face again tracing his cheeks and lips and forehead. I was soft yet firm and I could feel my effect on him. His eyes were closed and he was moving his head with my hand. It was very emotional, and I felt a little afraid of what I had done to him. His eyes were closed and he just looked content - but then he began to tear up...but seemed to be happy. Hard to describe I guess. Later he told me that "it was the single greatest sexual experience of his life." He was just in a different place, a new place....is this subspace?

Another Year Older

It happened again. Last weekend I had another birthday. I've got to find a way to put a stop to this! But, being the lucky Queen that I am, I got to have two birthday parties. I had a vanilla party in which I had a delicious dinner with my family. We had an appetizer of sushi, followed by tenderloin steaks and king crab legs and finished with this incredibly rich apple crisp. This was all lovingly prepared by my toy who is my private chef. I love how passionate he is about what he feeds me...healthy, delicious and beautifully presented food. In-case I haven't mentioned this: I don't cook.

I unwrapped my presents to find 3 new bikinis! They were from my favorite bathing-suit website Wicked Weasel. They are so sexy, I can't wait to wear them! I need to go on a vacation now!

Here is a picture from my vanilla party:




What I was REALLY looking forward to was my not-so-vanilla party! About a week earlier we went on a little shopping trip to the Stockroom and I picked out a few things. I was so excited to get them. The thing I was most excited about was a two-ended dildo. I had all kinds of plans about how I was going to use it and what I was going to do to my toy! We finally got our son off to bed and ran into our room to open our box of goodies. As I was pulling all of the new things out I started to get nervous...this doesn't seem right. What? Where's the dildo? It's not in here! Get that packing slip. *GASP* No way, I can't believe it. IT'S BACKORDERED! NOOOO....

So, after a few minutes of disappointment I laid back and had my toy orally pleasure me. By this time I was feeling much happier, so I broke out his old dildo and inserted it into my strapon harness. I laid my toy down on his back, pushed his legs up into the air and gave him a good fucking. He was begging for release, and earlier I had told him that I would let him come on this night. (This was his first release of the year.) I pushed his legs up over his head, aimed his penis at his mouth and started to thrust. I was thrusting and stroking and talking dirty to my slutty little toy when he exploded all over his face and mouth. (My aim needs a little work....we will have to practive this a little more.) Next time I will get it ALL into his mouth.

After my toy got himself all cleaned up he came back and snuggled with me until I fell asleep.

Mmmmm, maybe birthdays aren't so bad after all.

Routine

Just because you have a routine, does not mean that it is monotinous.

My toy and I were trying to figure out a way for him to serve me, and create the closeness that we both desire, on a daily basis. So we came up with 'The Routine'. As I am somewhat high maintenance, my nightly routine can take some time. My toy would lay in bed alone, waiting for me to emerge, providing absolutely no service at all.

Now he assists in every stage of my nightly beauty regimen. He readies all of my soaps, lotions and towel. He also puts toothpaste on my toothbrush so that when I arrive in the bathroom each night, everything is ready. He also must be wearing only his boxers. As I wash my face, he holds my towel at the ready. Then he hands me each lotion, in the proper order, as I need them. When that is complete we move on to teethbrushing. As I stand at the sink he must kneel on the floor and kiss my ass while I brush. When I have finished brushing I spit my rinsewater in his awating mouth and he swallows all of it. Next he must brush my hair, WITHOUT pulling it! I love to have my hair brushed, because I am a Queen after all! Once I have completed all of my things, my toy is then allowed to do his nightly routine which includes a mandatory shower.

We have really enjoyed having this routine. It is that one last thing in the day that puts him in the proper frame of mind and reinforces my position.

This Is What It's All About

OK ladies, this one's for you.

After a wonderful night with my toy last night (more on that later!) we woke up this morning and he was feeling particularly submissive. I had him nuzzle and kiss my armpits and then move farther down and worship my ass for a while. I love waking up this way...nice and slow. After getting up he made my coffee and I sat down with a magazine. Everything was wonderful.

Then our son woke up. It's Mom! this and Mom! that. I kind of freaked out. In addition to his usual needs of breakfast and "checking his email", the poor kid has the winter trifecta: dual ear infections, cough and cold. Of course today is a school day for him also, so in addition to getting his lunch made, teeth brushed etc. I have to cram three different awful tasting medicines down the hatch.

It's about this time that I'm about to have a complete meltdown that my toy comes to my rescue. He said "Honey, I've picked out what you will be wearing today, and when I return from dropping our son off at school I will return home to cook you breakfast and service you. Don't worry about getting to work on time today." Ahhhh, music to my ears. By the time I was out of the shower I heard him downstairs cooking and clinking around in the kitchen. I finished getting ready and he said that my breakfast was ready. I arrived downstairs to the most wonderful sight: a mexican breakfast of tortillas, eggs, beans, salsa and a bloody mary! I was so relaxed and excited...I love being pampered and I didn't even have to tell him to do any of this.

After eating my delicious meal and finishing my drink he lead me upstairs. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and pulled up my skirt. I laid back and relaxed, only taking a few peeks at his toned chest and arms at work. (Mmmm, such a hottie!) He softly carressed my folds with his warm wet tongue while slowly moving my ample dildo in and out. He brought me to a slow yet poweful orgasm. He then brought be a warm wet washcloth and carefully wiped up any juices that were left.

I was like a new woman, relaxed and happy. I got up, fixed my hair and let him zip up my boots. We left the house together, only 30 minutes late for work, and VERY happy.

So ladies, if your man is coming to you telling you he wants to submit to you he probably NEEDS to submit to you. Perhaps he knows that it is the deepest way he can develop a meaningful, intimate relationship with you. So if it means my toy can pamper me and make me feel like the Queen that I am...well, then I'm all for it!

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Ancient History

O.k. here is a little history. My toy and I have been together for 12 years and married for 8 of those years. We also have a 4 year old.

We have been practicing D/s for about a year now although we have always been this way to some degree. I have always been the initiator and he is the pleaser...always making sure everyone is happy.

After years of being happily married we decided to have a child, and that is where this story really begins. Having a baby is not a good thing for the sex life. We were exhausted and I felt like everyone wanted something from me. That's when things got hard. We were cranky and there was no more intimacy, just diapers.

So after 3 hard years of being parents and not really lovers, we left our son with grandma and went to Vegas. We were having a lot of discussions about what intimacy meant to each of us and what turned us both on. What we discovered is that me taking charge in the bedroom was the biggest turn-on for us both. After that discovery, we had a lot of great sex and returned from our trip rejuvinated, reunited...and horny!

Then began the research. We started reading, and reading and reading. We finally stumbled onto D/s and the examples really seemed to fit us. So we started to experiment, and had a lot of fun with the power exchange. We were turned on all the time while still keeping it mostly confined to after dark hours and in the bedroom. (We have had our challenges too, when vanilla life interferes, but that's life...however you choose to live it!) So a few dildos a cb2000 and a riding crop later...Here we are.

The First Time

This is my first blog post. In the past I have contributed to forums and done a lot of 'Lurking' and reading everyone else's blogs, from whom I have gotten inspiration and ideas. I also feel like most forums and blogs are a bit of a Sausage Fest and could use more female input. As I mentioned in my profile, this is an account of my journey.....