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.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
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 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.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
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!
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!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
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....
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....
Monday, February 5, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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.
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.
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.
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