Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
It’s been 3 days now since Mr H decided to issue me with new rules. They seem simple enough as for the most part they are about me taking care of myself (exercise and diet), making sure I don’t spend too much money (no eBay or Amazon purchases without permission), and, dressing in a way that makes Mr H happy (matching underwear or no knickers). Well so far so good. I’ve eaten inline with the Slimming World rules, I’ve completed my exercise, worn my matching …
He waited until she had finished eating, trying to concentrate on his own plate and not on the way her tongue looked as she licked her lips, or how it would feel swirling the top of his cock. Every now and then she would glance at him and blush. The colour flushing her face was delightful, and he knew that she would flush this way when her body was taken by its first climax. His sex was uncomfortable, his imagination wasn’t helping the situation either. …
Martha opened her eyes. Her head felt clammy. She was back in the cabin, on the bed, but her restraints had not been put back on. “Welcome back,” The Captain’s voice came from across the room. Martha turned her head to look at him. “Why?” Her voice sounded croaky to her ears, and she wondered how long she had been unconscious. “Why did you do it? Why did you make me watch? Where is he now? Is he dead?” The questions burst forth of their …
Martha woke with a scream. Cannon fire. She was going to die. A prisoner on a pirate ship. She could hear men shouting but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Her hands were still bound and the rope was once again secured to the wall. She remembered the spanking and flushed. She thought that she would hurt, but she didn’t. She remembered childhood spankings, for fighting with the neighborhood children, and, she’d always been unable to sit for at least a day. But then …
When Martha awoke, for the briefest moment, she forgot where she was. She was simply warm and comfortable, the mattress softer than anything she had ever felt and in those first few drowsy moments, she didn’t want to wake. Then the memories came flooding back; being dragged from ‘The Fany’ onto the pirates ship. Her hands being tied with the corse rope and being pushed below deck into a cage. Her eyes flew open – her heart pounding. The room was dull but not dark, …
The girl was tied to the ring that he usually used to secure the bed hangings during the day. He knew the men thought it strange but he knew that he slept better in the dark and in the Carribbean it never seems to be dark long enough. He missed the dark nights of the northern climate where he grew up, but he knew he belonged at sea. He’d removed the curtains before he’d had her brought up. He didn’t want to give her anything …
Well actually it’s the morning of Christmas Eve. We have just woken up and made coffees so I decided to update my blog before we get out of bed with all the kinky fun we have had so far. Mr H and I arrived at the hotel around 3pm, and after checking in we went up to our room. Mr H unpacked his equipment, laying it out where he could see it easily and we fitted the underbed restraints. Mr H said that he thought …
We are going away in a few days, for an overnight hotel stay. These breaks are not just great fun but an opportunity to relax and play in a way we are unable to do at home because of our adult children. They provide an opportunity to recharge our dynamic and my submissive mindset. Hello my Sweetgirl, As we are a day away from our alone time I thought I would send you your instructions. My plan for Saturday will be based around the following …
A short story featuring D/s, a butt plug, vibrators, and oral sex. Sir has sent me to the bedroom. I am to undress and bend over the bed. He has promised to make me feel better, he knows my mindset has drifted of late and I am not feeling the same connection to him. He is making tea and I don’t know how long I am to wait, but I follow his instructions. When I hear him on the stairs my breath quickens. Sir has …
Another week is over. I’m snuggled on the sofa with Mr H while he watches football, and I feel safe and loved. My mind drifts organically as I lay here musing on the week and of course on Mr H and our relationship. Musings. This morning I mentioned to MrH that I had wondered if he had ever considered having me wear the but plug during the day on weekends or after work. He replied that he had thought many things over the last 5 …