Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Happy New Year, Happy New Year, May we all… The ABBA song is playing loudly and several people are singing, if you can call the sounds they are making in their drunken states singing, along. Midnight has just sounded and the fireworks are sounding out all around the neighbourhood. Jenny slid into the bedroom and closed the door, she just needed a minute, one moment alone, to cry. Dave was here. They hadn’t told her, her so called friends, they hadn’t warned her that her ex …
“I want you to fuck my ass,” was one of the first dirty things I asked Mr H for, if you don’t count spanking or asking him to be my Dominant. It was also one of the hardest things I have asked for. In fact asking him to do things to me is something I find really, really hard. But why? This is something I ask myself time and time again. Why, why, why? The thing is, I really don’t know. Why can’t I just say …
Personal Independence Payment, that’s what PIP stands for. I had my PIP assessment done on the 27th. It replaced Disability Living Allowance a few years ago and as my pain and mobility has been seriously affected this year I have applied for this state benefit. In all honesty I would rather not apply for benefits. I like to be independent, you know? But, I have also lost £150 per week in income when I stopped working full time hours, and that is not an easy …
While S2 was at work on Boxing Day, we took the opportunity to play. I thought we would not be playing until the evening when S2 went out with friends and so mentally I was prepared for that. When MrH put got two glass dildos out and the doxy I wasn’t prepared. In fact I worried that my mind was not going to play well. He pointed at the door “Go for a wee.” He said. It wasn’t a suggestion it was clearly an order …
My arms twisted behind my back, are secured with rope, that winds around my body. I’m dazed, relaxed, swaying slightly with each breath, lost in the feeling you have created. The sound the rope makes as it slides against itself is hypnotic, and soothing; shhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh. When you bend me forward, and insert the cold steel ball of the anal hook I whimper, but not for long. It soon warms up with my body heat. This too is secured with more rope, twisting around …
Being in the wrong mindset can ruin a carefully planned scene, and it is as important, for the Dom, as the sub to be in the right frame of mind. If either one of us isn’t feeling it then the chances are it either won’t work out, or it will take a lot of effort to make it work. So, I guess the important questions is: Mindset, what makes it, what breaks it? There are a lot of ways that my state of mind can …
I swear I can hear bells ringing, but with the blindfold in place I can’t see anything, and I know, I know that is part of the fun, but I wonder where the hell the sound is coming from. Something, his hand maybe, touches my calf and I jump a little. I am wearing stockings and so as his hand moves up my leg, it glides. I thank all the deities I can think of that I shaved my legs earlier. His hand has reached …
Since I started blogging just over 2 years ago, I have encountered a number of truly inspirational bloggers. This is my attempt to give something back to the blogging community I am privileged, and proud, to be a part of. I am going to list them alphabetically because everyone on this list is No.1. to me. Inspirational Bloggers, who go above and beyond! This first list is those Inspirational Bloggers who never fail to encourage others. They have offered me advice, encouragement and they are all …
I briefly mentioned in a recent post that I had ordered some stockings without permission. MrH does not like to punish me and so I didn’t know if he would. I found out last night. While I’ve got you there. Every evening MrH changes my collar. I stand in front of him and he removes by chain and replaces it with my night collar. After this is done he applies an ibuprofen gel to my back; I lean over the bed while he does so …
Well would you? Would you? I would. In fact I do, all the time. I lie to myself daily, hourly even. There are times when the lies are all I have. The biggest and most frequent one. I’m fine. People ask me, “how are you?” They don’t want the truth, they want a lie, they expect a lie. If you tell them the truth too much they hide away from it, and you. They don’t want to hear that it hurts so bad I feel …