Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
They’re obviously really aren’t they? Given my blog? I have talked about these two subjects many times. I guess there have been many, many lightbulb moments over the last 22 months that the introduction of submission has triggered. I’ve felt shame which I have talked about in my post I’m Gonna Show You Crazy as well as how my inner voice causes me a great deal of stress. Our sex life has had a new lease of life and through honest communication it has also improved …
Well maybe it’s my clit… I don’t know for sure, but since I discovered how amazing a wand orgasm is I haven’t had a “finger on clit” orgasm. Doesn’t matter if Mr H is at the helm or I try myself. So maybe it’s my clit that’s broken or perhaps it’s gone one strike?? Mr H’s Tongue and Finger(s)/Hand can get me there….. Eventually. I don’t even know if “promises” will still work as it’s been a while since that toy came out to play. …
It’s 2pm and I’m sat waiting for MrH to say it’s time to go. Earlier today I got a sudden attack of nerves, almost panic. I didn’t know what to pack. I didn’t know what to expect. It feels like such a long time since we went away to this hotel and this is where MrH feels most relaxed and able to play. We stay in a suite of rooms. It’s our little spoil. We stay dinner, bed and breakfast (half board) and the food there …
On Wednesdays we don’t turn the TV on upstairs. Instead we talk and afterwards MrH will usually get the cane out. We started it a few months ago and we’ve stuck to it pretty well until recently when I have been struggling with my back. s I’m sure you can appreciate when I’m numb and can’t respond to pain, impact play is a bad idea. As I’ve improved we are getting back to normal and on Tuesday MrH got the cane out. Impact Play. Anyway …
I like MrH to be rough. I like to feel how powerful he is. I like it when, if he’s told me to keep still and I move, he slaps my leg and tightly grips my face in his fingers and growls “don’t fucking move!” I love it when he pushes me against the wall and teases me by brushing his lips over my jaw and neck without kissing me. I love it when he waits til I’m trembling before he kisses me thoroughly. I like …
I have rules. I’m not necessarily great at following them. They started little. I was to be respectful to him. Mr H doesn’t like me swearing and so he expected me not to swear and I was not to role my eyes at him. The first time I asked him to help me by setting a rule was felt strange. It took me ages to work up to it. I had a bad habit and I asked Mr H to help me manage it. I was waking …
As we lay in bed this morning MrH asked me “do you want to touch my cock?” He asks, but honestly I don’t think I’ve ever said no even before D/s. He could have said “touch my cock” but he always seems to pose the question, giving me a choice- or maybe he gets a thrill from my saying yes. I rolled to him and starting with one hand stroked the length of him. Still semi erect from waking up I brought both hands together, …
Limits are something that every person entering into a D/s relationship needs to clearly establish. We all have them. There are generally accepted to be 2 types, soft limits and hard limits. I once read a submissive having said “I submit completely I have no hard limits I will do anything.” When the Dominant asked her to shave all her hair off she said “no” He of course then pointed out that this was in fact a limit, something she wouldn’t do, and we all …
One of the first things MrH and I did when we started our D/s journey was agree some safewords. We went with the very simple traffic light system that is quite commonly used. During impact play MrH would ask me “what colour?” Green If I was comfortable and happy to continue, I would respond with “Green.” Yellow If I could continue but was getting close to my limit, or needed a little break, I would respond with “Yellow.” Red – ‘The Safeword’ This isn’t a …
It’s been a difficult week. I spent the first few days petrified that I would be facing another 5 months on bed rest. As a result I resisted going to hospital. When I finally gave in (on Thursday morning) and headed off to hospital in an ambulance I was trying hard not to cry. I asked Mr H to stay home as I knew it would involve hours of waiting around. I also knew I would be sent for an MRI before they made any …