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Sunday Musings

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 …

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Conclusion

If you recall from the last post Let the games begin, Mr H watched me masturbate, then fucked my pussy for a while. He then had me kneel on the floor so he could fuck my face. I was using the vibrator on myself and climaxed again while he did and was rewarded with his cum. After MrH cuddled me for a while he then sent me to refresh myself. When I returned he had stacked pillows on the bed so I could get comfortable …

Let the games begin

I was instructed to dress in specific clothes and be stood in inspection facing away from the door….. Mr H opened the bedroom door, smiled and said, “let the games begin.” MrH had fun taking pictures….. and a few wardrobe changes were required. Games Begin. After MrH had taken some action shots too we moved to the bedroom for the show (which you all know I’ve been very nervous about!) and I was allowed to use our favourite vibe ‘promises’ MrH says I did very …

Today’s the day!!!!

It’s here…. our day and night…. Last night MrH started the weekend off by restraining me to the bed with silk ties round my ankles, spreading my legs wide; and tying my hands together above my head, to the headboard. Bound. He then stroked me and dragged his nails over my arms from wrist to shoulder and ankle to groin. By this point I was on fire, my whole body begging for the next touch. He brought me to orgasm, then held my face while …

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3 more sleeps

On Saturday Mr H and I are going to our favourite hotel for a night away. He wrote me an email to tell me his plans. Something he’s not done before, well obviously he’s sent me emails, but not like this one. The email contains an itinerary, and I’m pretty sure he’s done this because he knows I’ve been freaking out a bit, so here’s how my Saturday is looking: MrH will take photos I will masterbate for MrH I will be spanked as a …

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Date night

* #Submissive Fiction * #Erotica * #Flash Fiction * I approached the reception desk nervously and waited for the receptionist to look up.  This was not our usual date night activity. “Hello. Welcome to The Groves, are you checking in?” she asked pleasantly with a welcoming smile. I passed her the envelope. I did not speak. She took it and looked at it with a puzzled expression. The envelope had ‘FAO Reception’ written on it and so she opened it, glancing at me as she …

I love it

I don’t profess to be a professional writer of poetry but sometimes I get these rhymes that buzz around in my head almost demanding to be written down, and this was one that happened about Mr H when our D/s was new.  I hope you like it, my Ode to MrH aka I love it. An Ode To MrH I love it when you tie me up, I love it when you tease. I love it when you stroke my breasts My nipples firmly squeeze …

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Beef stew.

One of my favourite meals is beef stew. I grew up on it… It is simple to make, it’s hearty and comforting.. you throw everything in a large pan and bring to the boil then simmer for a few hours. Add some Yorkshire puddings or dumplings and some crusty fresh bread and … well yummy!!! But, why am I blogging about food? Well, I’m making beef stew for tea tonight and it got me thinking… I think in some ways I can see our first …

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Setting limits

As our journey began Mr H and I discussed many things. What did we want from D/s? Should we have a contract? Could we make it 24/7? What should we call each other? What are our limits? I will post about each of these but today I am reflecting on the latter; what are the limits. We agreed to talk about limits but I had no idea what he might be wanting to explore and so I didn’t know really how to begin. I’d dithered …