Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Did you read or watch 50 shades and think that’s hot? Has your husband patted you on the bottom and you thought I would like more of that? Let me tell you now, in real life being a submissive wife (or partner) is not like the books or movies, it is much, much better. Most of the couples I have interacted with all seem to start the same way, the potential submissive wife has broached the subject with their partner. You can read about the …
Every Wednesday night Mr H and I don’t watch TV we talk. I might have a list of things I want to talk about, or we may just talk about our week. It is simply one evening where the focus is on us and our relationship. On Wednesday morning before I went to work, I made a comment regarding the day and it being chat night, and Mr H responded, “yes it is and we have a lot to talk about.” I spent all day …
I feel like there hasn’t been much sex in my blog lately. Well I know there hasn’t. Our fabulous life that I imagined when the children had flown the nest hasn’t materialised yet, in fact, our dynamic feels like it is in need of a kick up the arse. In many ways I have not felt this distant from myself, my submission and Mr H in quite some time. Play time. We haven’t had a good reset in Months. One thing or another has meant …
In my last post Rescue Me I said I had wanted to ask Mr H to spank me 10 times as hard as he could but I chickened out. Of course putting it in my post meant I could bring it up for discussion, without saying it out loud (a tactic I use when I am particularly embarrassed or ashamed of my requests). When we did discuss it, Mr H responded that he just wasn’t sure. Then later, after his bath, he asked “So, you …
Our plans for this week originally began with 2 nights away at our favourite hotel. Those two nights would have been filled with sex and rope and impact play. We would have dined in the restaurant, loved each other and laughed in a bubble. Instead we moved T and J into their new home and the hotel has been cancelled. Best laid plans. We focused on the following week. Making plans to get our playroom set up and painted. We could play and have a …
Red is the colour of my beautiful shoes. Red, (and black of course), are the colours of my new anniversary lingerie set, and the set in the featured image. Red is for passion and danger, so it fits that it is used as a safeword by many practitioners of BDSM. Red. My final safeword. The stop word. I think I’ve used it, two or three times. I tend to use yellow, which signals that I am nearing my limit more often than not. This is …
Today J is heartbroken, fuming and disappointed. The university rescinded the offer of a place. They have given him 3 reasons for their decision. One of his qualifications wasn’t what he thought it was and so he doesn’t have the required UCAS points to automatically qualify. The man who processed his application made a mistake and put that he had a level 3 qualification which he doesn’t. When the course tutor reviewed the application they decided that he didn’t have a strong enough background yet. …
The latest prompt from the Tell Me About meme by The Safewords Club, is Rituals. I’ve written about this subject a few times and you can read them via the links at the bottom of the post. Fair warning there may be some repetition but I will do my best not to do it too much! So, without further blathering, let’s get to it, and talk about Rituals! The Oxford English Dictionary says that this word originates in the 16th century (at least as an …
There is one thing that truly frightens me, an incomprehensible paralyzing fear, and that is that Mr H will leave me.There have been many things (fears) in my life that have given me sleepless nights. Some have passed with time, some rear their heads time and again. Spiders It’s a cliche right? To be frightened by spiders… I mean in a silly, heart pounding, panic sort of way. Once I see the thing I can’t take my eyes off it, because the only thing more …
I’m drained. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally. I want to curl up and cry. Mr H knows I’m not ok, and he’s worried but I don’t know how to fix me, I don’t know what I need. I feel distant and disconnected, from myself and everything. The last few weeks (months?) have caught up with me. Drained by life. I’ve had a few friends I haven’t been able to connect with/talk to because, well they are busy and have their own things to deal with, but I miss …