Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
In my last post I wrote how our D/s was somewhat diminished by our my present condition, and how our impact play had stopped altogether. Well – I have news! The cane is back. I think I am going to get the cane out. Mr H announced this when I asked him what he wanted to do yesterday (Sunday) while our son was at work. I expected him to say rope work as he has been practicing a hand/arm tie that ML Slave Puppet had …
For many years I was ashamed of my body. I avoided mirrors, and was convinced my husband found me unattractive. Diets never stuck – or should I say I never stuck with diets – and for every bit of weight I lost I gained double within a few months. It took me a long time to realise that the reason for the weight gain was emotional not physical. Yes I ate too much or ate the wrong foods in excess, but because I hid myself …
Labels are, I think, part of life that we can’t escape. In fact, I would go so far as to say that labels form an essential function in our ability to communicate with each other, and to learn other languages. They provide a way to share meaningful experiences and history through the telling of stories. Labels aid Communication. In short, if we didn’t have labels we would not be able to communicate. The formation of common languages was made possible because we accepted the labels …
The Oxford English Dictionary defines discipline as “the practice of training people to obey rules and orders and punishing them if they do not; the controlled behavior or situation that results from this training”. A few weeks ago we discussed punishment, but how does discipline fit into a D/s dynamic? Setting the rules. When we began our D/s journey I didn’t have any specific rules to follow. In fact when the first rule was created in was following a plea from myself to help me …
Everybody lies. There it is, plain and simple. I doubt there is a person alive who has NEVER told a lie, because I believe truth is in the eye of the beholder. I am certainly no saint when it comes to telling porkies, I told my boys Santa was real, and that they had the ‘real’ Buzz Lightyear toy. I told my share to Mr H too although this has reduced significantly since we introduced D/s to our relationship. The thing is, why did that …
Welcome to the new website, A Submissive Wife. Until a few days ago I could be found at sweetgirls journal but, following a critical database error and the discovery that the site had not been backing up since 7th Feb I decided it was time to roll my sleeves up and get serious. With the help of another blogger, who managed to grab my content after 7th Feb as it was cached in her browser history, I have painstakingly rebuilt the last 3 months. The …
“If you were in these arms..” Bon Jovi’s voice sings as Mr H pulls my body against his; his arms securing me to him possessively, protectively, and he whispers in my ear “I love you, I’ll please you, I tell you that I’ll never leave you.” Ok so there is come artistic licence in there, but I appreciate his effort. He knows how I am struggling again with the nightmares, and when he hugs me to him like this it always settles any anxiety I …
Codependency is often seen as a negative thing, where one person enables another to bad behaviour or habits, and there is definitely evidence to support this. But I believe that it is possible for codependence to be something positive too. There is a tendency to take a word and give it just one meaning, to reject any other interpretation in favour of it. Submissy has written a brilliant post on how to spot the things that would mean your relationship is unhealthy, and I urge …
I have written before about how, when we are less sexually active my submission and desire quickly vanish. I become snippy and argumentative. I am not as submissive in my mindset and from a sexual point of view, I go cold. A loss of libido if you will. When this happens it takes something deliberate and almost shocking to pull me back. This time, however it seems to have also affected Mr H too. Twice in the last few weeks we have not done my …
My home is very normal, modest, and rented. To some this means it isn’t ours as we will never own it, but I believe that my home is not about the bricks and mortar it is about the people and love it contains. It doesn’t matter how posh the hotel we stay in, I always miss the comforts of our hearth and home. Home is where the heart is. This is a well used phrase isn’t it? I don’t know about anyone else, but I …