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.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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?
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?
Friday, January 26, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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!
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!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
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.....
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