"... when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-- When Harry met Sally
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
-- Carl Jung
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
- Prepared coffee and cigarette for my Goddess, holding her ashtray.
- Repeated about half an hour later.
- My Goddess clipped my house leash (50') to my collar.
- Waited for my Goddess to be hungry for breakfast.
- Picked-up dirty laundry around the house.
- Put in a wash of laundry (darks).
- Put away clean dishes.
- Filled and turned-on dishwasher.
- Organized garbage and recycling.
- Pulled in for a kiss and smoking by my Goddess, held her ashtray.
- Transfered wash (darks) to the dryer.
- Put in a second wash of laundry (colors).
- My Goddess felt sleepy, so she layed down for a nap; I have instructions to wake her up in one hour.
- Put away miscellaneous things lying around.
- Cleaned/bleached kitchen countertops.
- Checked on food and water for the pets.
- Folded, hung, and put away clothes (darks) from the dryer.
- Transfered wash (colors) to the dryer.
- Put in another wash of laundry (whites).
- Prepared coffee.
- Woke up my Goddess from her nap, served her coffee in bed.
- Smoked together, with me holding her ashtray.
- Folded, hung, and put away clothes (colors) from the dryer.
- Transfered wash (whites) to the dryer.
- Showered and got ready to go out to eat with my Goddess.
- And then we were inseparable for the rest of the day...
Let me bring some clarification... I don't enjoy cleaning around the house anymore than anyone else does. I certainly don't have a reputation for keeping tidy quarters. However, there's something extremely satisfying about doing it for my Goddess. Of course, I'd prefer to be by her side, sharing moments of affection, involved in intellectual discussions or pursuits, or engaged in BDSM play of whatever mood she may be in. But if she is going to be relaxing alone on her side, and I want to do something useful with my time while confined to the house (can't forget the locked collar and 50' leash), then I feel good about spending time tidying up our living environment. I know a clean house (OK... some progress toward a clean house) makes her life easier and more pleasant. Her satisfaction in finding things where they should be, having everything clean, folded or put away, in not having to move things or search for them, is all the reward I need to be motivated to attend to my domestic duties.
And the bonus is seeing my Goddess smile when she notices what I've done. I may, or may not, even be further rewarded with a kiss, a hug, and some encouraging words. Knowing what I've done for her, and that I did it for her, a warm smile and a simple acknowledgement from my Goddess is all that I could ever want to stay motivated to keep her/our house as neat and functional as I ever can.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
On weekdays when both my Goddess and I go to work, I am the first one to wake up and get out of bed. I am always wearig my locked collar, which has normally been on since my return home the previous evening. Depending on my Goddess' mood the night before, I may be wearing locked leather wristcuffs and ankle cuffs, and they may, or may not, be clipped.
My first task is to prepare her coffee. Once that's done, I bring it back to the bedroom, turn on the television, place the coffee mug on her side table, and I gently wake her up from the side of the bed, on my knees.
As my Goddess awakens from her sleep, she makes herself comfortable sitting upright in bed, reclining on a pillow up against the headboard of the bed. As she takes her first sip of coffee, I light two cigarettes, handing one to her. Sitting on the floor by her side, I hold an ashtray which I keep comfortably within her reach until she is done. During that time, I turn on her hair rollers to warm up.
As she takes a few more sips of her coffee while she watches television, I go over to the bathroom, where I prepare her bath, turning on the water, and pouring her favorite bubble bath concoction into the rising water. I go back to her, wait until my Goddess is ready to get up, or until the bath will be adequately filled with water, assist her out of bed, accompany her to the bathtub, and make sure she has everything she needs.
If my Goddess does need anything, I will take care of it. But more often than not, she doesn't, and I usually return to bed, with her permission, to catch a few more minutes of sleep. During that time, my Goddess will clean-up, get dressed, do her hair, put on her make-up, and put her handbag or purse together for the day.
Before she leaves, my Goddess will come over to where I'm sleeping, unlock my collar and remove it. She is the only one who can put on and lock, or remove and unlock, my collar. While I may remove the cuffs once she leaves, I am forbidden to remove (or put on, for that matter) my collar myself. I will then accompany her to the door, making sure that my Goddess has everything she needs for the day, exchange kisses, and ask her to drive safely, as we hold hands until the last possible moment.
Within the D/s dynamics of our relationship, the purposes of this morning ritual definitely include compliance with obligations and ideals, satisfaction of spiritual and emotional needs, strengthening of our bond and connection, demonstration of respect and submission, seeking acceptance and approval, and just for the pleasure of the ritual itself. There are clearly dimensions of worship and reverence. Our ritual expresses and reinforces the D/s roles we hold within our relationship, and reinforces the dynamics of that relationship. And through that, as it nourishes our bond, our connection, it strengthens the relationship itself. There is no better way to start the day...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Which brings me to phase two of that beautiful Saturday... revenge. There was bondage, strap-on play, spanking, CBT, and more. We got out the paddle, crop, flogger... I suddenly had visions of myself as a Hindu goddess with 6 arms flying. Unfortunately, in reality, I had to take it one stroke at a time. No matter, this interlude brought me to orgasm #6. Anxious to return the favor from earlier in the day, I had a lot of fun with the scene and certainly tried to make it memorable for my prince. I think I was successful.
Were we finished?... um... no. One must end with a bang... which we did. Orgasm #7. As mentioned in prior posts, another great talent that dymion posseses. Will the wonders never cease?
I can't imagine ever tiring of his sounds, his touch, the smell of his skin... all the beautiful parts of my prince. I want more for the next 30-40 years. I want every day to be like Saturday. In our golden years I have vowed to strap him to his wheelchair and continue all our beatiful rituals... I fully intend to fulfill that obligation.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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Clothespin Communion “Surrender to the sensation.”
Remembering the Pain “And it really was that bad.”
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Fetish Fridays: Financial Submission
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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Evey Can Haz?
The Ghost of Sex Toys Past (Part One of Three)
“Boy, Girl, or In-between?” Princess Frida’s Fabulous Talk, and My Thoughts
“Work” Confession #297
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Busty beauty Jenny McClain
Flash Spanking Videos
Leighton Meester Sex Tape
Thrashed on their bared buttocks
Waiting for Tonight
Fat Sex and Why It’s Good
BDSM & Fetish
Don’t Have Mercy on Me, Baby
Formalities, and, on second thought, greetings
The Going Away Present
He gave them pain like balm, and they begged him for it
High School Bully Part 3
Mollena Williams added to 100 Divas
A Night In Bondage
The war of the sexes
At the movies….
News, Reviews & Interviews
The Independent lists “the ten best sex toys.” I fly into a rage.
Take Me Out to the Sapphic Sex Romp
The Wily Old Crocodile: An Interview with Eosuchus
Anal Sex for Beginners
New At Sex Is Magazine: Foods That Enhance Your Sex Drive
Q&A with Dr.Ruthie - Asking for Better Sex
Starting At The Bottom: An Intro to Anal Play, Part 2
Erotic Writing & Experiences
Amber gives me a blowjob..in person!
Its Morning…(The Last Time)
A Matter of Taste
May i feel said he
New Man at the Lesbos Palace
The Problem with Thongs
Randy: the new big cock
Stranger Fuck & Plough
Whore, Adulteress, Sinner
You can leave your hat on
Friday, July 10, 2009
Sitting on the floor at my Goddess' feet watching a movie, she reaches over to torment my nipples or puts her hands around my throat to gently make my breathing a little more labored...
Driving the car, my Goddess reaches across to dig her nails into the inside of my thigh and squeezes...
Discussing with friends at a munch, my Goddess pulls my arm a bit toward her and runs her nails up and down the forearm, leaving visible grooves in the skin for a few minutes.
Gentle good night kisses turning into long passionate kisses turning into sexual service, with or without interludes of CBT and nipple play.
Lying on the bed on my belly watching television before going to sleep, my Goddess comes over to sit on my back, and from there she proceeds to torment and torture my nipples, deeply scratches my chest, and leaves bit marks on my back and shoulders.
Md-afternoon naps rarely don't have me bound completely for a variety of little hurts and sexual servitude.
In fact, with paddles, floggers, nipple clamps, strap-on dildo, ropes, blindfolds, gags, and bondage gear in the bedroom, in addition to everything we have in our playroom down the hall, I never know what may transpire from going back to the bedroom, even for just a few minutes.
I often don't catch the end of movies we watch as I end up bound and blinfolded to a chair, or in subspace from some other delighful torments I suffer at my Goddess' hands.
There are just so many moments and so many intense experiences... I just couldn't possibly list them all... But they are wonderful parts of our days, all the more delicious for being unplanned and unexpected.
Don't get me wrong... I just melt when I feel (or I'm told) that my Goddess is in the mood and there's an extended session coming up that may last several hours. Each and everyone of them are so intense, so memorable, so life-affirming. And the anticipation for them has never diminished in all the time we've been together. But in between those powerful play times, the unforeseen, the unexpected, the inspired out of nowhere moments that come up daily, and sometimes several times a day, are an integral part of the magic of our dynamics, and they keep the energy level so high all the time.
Anytime... anywhere... in what ever manner she desires... I so love being available for hurt for my Goddess...