The Purple Room - A Love Story (S)

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I have been debating for a long time whether to share the story of the Purple Room. It is deeply personal to me and my dymion, but for some reason I feel I need to share.

dymion and I had our first sexual encounter and the first taste of our bdsm lifestyle together in my old bedroom. The walls were a very dark shade of purple. We spent an entire weekend lost in each other in that Purple Room. We rarely came up for air and only separated for necessary RL stuff.

Since that time, our activities have escalated...limits have been pushed, mind blowing orgasms and emotional subspaces have been achieved, but it all began in that Purple Room. Moments like these, frozen in time, help me through the rough times we all encounter through our daily lives.

The Purple Room - now a state of mind for me - is always in my heart. It is a place to escape. I have never told him, but anytime I get super stressed I take myself back to one specific moment I remember vivdly. I was laying on the bed and he was standing over me. We were completely free of the constraint of clothes and I thought he was the most awesome sight. I couldn't wait to touch him, feel him, and experience an intimacy I had been longing for in the many weeks before. That moment started my whole new life with my love, my sub, my prince, my pet...my dymion. I think I knew then I would never be without him again.

It is good to appreciate those moments as we all take this highly sensitive and often misunderstood path. Regardless of those things you must hide from the people around you and the judgements that might arise, special times remind you of the sensations, excitement, and significance of the things that are really important.

So, this may not be my hottest post...I could make it hotter if I gave you the details of that first night in the Purple Room, but that isn't the point I wish to make. I just know that The Purple Room is something I will reflect upon until I am old and gray and quite frankly at 90 years old, I know it will spark the same feelings, the same excitement, and the same appreciation of my love. All hail purple!

New toys - part 1: pushing limits (E)

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Inspired by months of fun with my collar and leash, my Goddess has been wanting to get me a leash for my genitals. She figured that she would enjoy parading me around the house by it, and that it would allow her an extra measure of control over me when the mood came to her.

We hadn't really had much time to go shopping for non-essentials recently, but we did yesterday, and of course, looking to make her inspiration a reality was a temptation we couldn't resist. Among the very many things that we came across, we found a very cool C & B restraint with a D-ring that was just what my Goddess was looking for. And while it wasn't in the plans, little further browsing led to a 30" plexiglass/hard plastic violet cane also catching her eye.

While we often rush back home to try out our new finds, I had no thoughts of any immediate play while we were driving home until my Goddess told me she was in the mood for a nap with her best devilish smile. Remembering yesterday's pre-nap activities, I suddendly started feeling both a rush of adrenaline, and that feeling of my heart melting when my Goddess expresses her need for dominating me.

Once we got home, it didn't take very long before my Goddess had me in the C & B restraint, and attached a short leash to it. After also placing and locking my traditional collar around my neck, she pulled on the leash attached to the C & B restraint, and led me around the bedroom in a flagrant and oh-so dominant manner. Proud, satisfied, with a wicked smile reflecting her power over me, my Goddess was having entirely too much fun at that moment...

The walk ended when she had me climb back onto the bed, and attached the short leash to the top of the headboard of the bed... a new position for us. I was kneeling on the bed facing the wall, and the shortness of the leash attached to my genitals did not allow me to do much else, such as sitting back or going on all fours. While realizing my vulnerability in this new position, my Goddess came up behind me and placed a blindfold over my eyes, multiplying many-fold my sense of vulnerability. A slight gasp escaped me, and as subspace further came over me, she quickly tied my hands in front of me to the top of the headboard. I had very little room to move...

Predictably, my Goddess could not help herself from reaching for the new cane right away. She was evidently gentle with it at first, but its heft and its focused contact area were most definitely felt. After a few strokes on each side of my backside, she switched to other tools, but to be perfectly honest, I couldn't tell which ones with certainty. In a vulnerable and not very comfortable position, hands and genitals bound, and without sight, her first round with the cane already made me break into a light sweat, a tell-tale sign that limits were on the horizon... I was already deep into subspace, and she had barely started...

I think that the crop was next, and I'm pretty sure I remember the hard paddle, but I can't say how much of each. It did not take my Goddess much time to increase the intensity, and the strokes were coming down heavy. I felt the tug of the leash on every stroke from whatever movement I made in reaction. Mixed into the subspace, the physical sensations, and the overwhelming sense of surrender were the vibes I could feel coming from my Goddess that I can only describe as the joy and satisfaction of her dominance. The most intoxicating feeling in the world is the one I get when I feel her enjoying herself through me.

There was a brief pause, and as I was barely gathering my thoughts again, my Goddess lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter onto one of the bedside tables. Whether one would call it a gesture of superiority, defiance, empowerment, or total control, I could feel her dominance just in the noise that the lighter made hitting the table. She came back over to my side of the bed, blew a drag of smoke toward me, and resumed with the violet cane. Single harder strokes on one side and then the other, mutiple short strokes aiming for the same spot, going back to harder single strokes alternating sides, my Goddess kept at it until my backside had colors that satisfied her and showed memorable marks, and my reactions made her happy.

On my side, my limits were getting closer and closer. I broke into yet another light sweat. My movements were getting a little more accentuated, despite my best efforts. And yet, I didn't want to give up. I wanted to give her everything I had, everything I could, everything I was. Instead of trying to relax to deal with the pain my Goddess was inflicting upon me, I focused on relaxing to get into the waves of pain, to ride them, to enjoy them. I think this allowed me to go a little further than I had in the past. But the moment of the end came, without me being able to control it, when the last impact made my body jerk a little extra, and I toppled from my kneeling position, twisting off to the side because of the bondage.

My Goddess had gotten what she wanted...

The little (BDSM-y) things (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club... reminding me of moments when my Goddess calls me her toy...

I've enjoyed reading in the comments of the last few days how much some of you appreciate the value of the little things that make a relationship so special. At the same time, going back to my Goddess' posts, she is far too modest in the description and feelings of what she has done for me lately. So among all the little things she does that I enjoy so much, here are a few of the BDSM-oriented little things, most of which have only happened or come into their own in the last two weeks, that not only keep me in a constant state of intoxicated love and submissiveness to her, but increase my passion and addiction to her each and every day...

1. She wakes me up in the middle of the night with some NT and CBT because she needs me to provide her with sexual service...
2. She enjoyed me kissing her feet so much a few mornings ago, something that I did only when the mood seemed right, that she told me that kissing her feet was now a required part of our morning ritual...
3. She wakes me up in the middle of the night with some NT and CBT because... well, just because I'm there, and I'm her toy, and she feels like hurting me, and she wants to hear and feel my reactions...
4. She finds an opportunity every single day to pull me in by the leash very close to her and telling me "mine!"...
5. She decided that we couldn't have our weekend afternoon nap without me having some colors and and some marks on my bottom, so she warmed me up with a variety of paddles, and then used the cane until she was happy with her artwork...
6. She very rarely misses an opportunity to remind me of her control over me with some impromptu NT, regardless of where we are or what we are doing...
7. She always makes me feel that she enjoys the placing and locking of the leather collar on me each day, and me wearing the collar until the next time we leave our house, at least as much as I do...
8. And I just melt when, after she's locked the collar and I start pulling away slowly, she reaches over quickly to grab a hold of one of the D-rings, and she pulls me back in for a kiss... or two... or a dozen...
9. When she corrects me with playful dominant indignity that she's always right...
10. Anytime she pulls on my hair... just because...

When I'm missing her, "...I simply remember my favorite things..."

Thank You To Our Readers (S)

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I got some very nice comments on my last blog entry and I wanted to say thank to all of you. For dymion and myself, it is nothing short of awesome to share our experiences with those who care to read. As with many of you, dymion and I have RL challenges that require us to maintain secrecy surrounding our dynamics. When you have something so magical you often want to scream it from highest tower, but unfortunately, circumstances simply don't allow it. Knowing others understand our journey is quite a comforting feeling. Please know many of you inspire us just as much as you have said we inspire you.

My Loving Submissive: He takes care of me (S)

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My pet has written many beautiful things about me in recent entries and our readers’ comments have been very gracious and complimentary as well. I felt compelled to interject some modesty into these ongoing conversations.

Lately, I haven’t felt like the best Domme for my prince and pet, dymion. I took him on a long vacation that didn’t give us a lot of opportunities to play. Upon returning to our home, I came down with an illness that has made me a little less active and awfully needy. He deserves so much more attention than he has gotten from me the last couple of weeks.

But, these times do allow for a greater appreciation of our overall dynamics. I am so thankful to have my pet right by my side through all my bad days as well as my good. I am flattered that he still finds inspiration in our activities when they have been very few and far between lately.

I realize that I am very lucky to have someone in my life that finds the sexiness in being forced to watch Dancing with the Stars with me. By the way, I must share that there were a few moments where I fell asleep and he had to later brief me on the parts that I missed proving he truly was paying attention because he knew it was important to me.

I felt safe when, during my illness, he tucked me into bed, brought me things I wanted in the middle of the night, got me coffee in the wee small hours of the morning when I couldn’t sleep anymore, and the list goes on and on. He is truly on call for me no matter what.

So down time can be good for a D/s relationship. You discover you are truly happy just being physically together, glancing at one another out of the corner of your eye, and holding hands as you drift off to sleep. This is when you realize how real and genuine the relationship truly is. We may not be rock stars in a 3-hour scene every night, but little events…little gestures…little thoughts and appreciations…all these things keep healthy relationships such as ours charged and ready go.

He is there because I am his Goddess and he is my pet. He is there because we are in love and know that at any moment just around the corner a new adventure could begin. It is an awesome way to live your life. I am not that type of Domme that feels that my sub should kiss my feet because I allow him in my life (though it is pretty hot when he does). I am the type of Domme that recognizes that same fortune in finding him and appreciate every bit of submission he offers and every bit of love he expresses. What we have is real, genuinely hot, and deeper than any relationship I have ever experienced in my life. My fantasies truly only consist of him. I dream of no one else. He will always be mine. I can’t be without him and luckily I suspect he feels exactly the same way.

Anyway, I wanted to take just a moment to say how much I appreciate my dymion and all he does for me, but I also wanted to send much warm gratitude for all those who read and comment on our blog. It is a great feeling to share with others and also to read your thoughts and feelings. We are an elite group of people who have discovered a magical lifestyle and I think we should all feel fortunate to be on this journey with our partners.

The collar - redux (E)

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Flat Earth Social Club

Being a proudly collared submissive...

Being kept locked in my leather collar every moment that my Goddess and I are alone, away from the eyes of others... unless with others that share similar interest in D/s and BDSM activities...

What does the collar represent? What does it mean?

In simple terms, it is a reflection of the flow of the D/s nature of our relationship. And obviously, the fact that we engage in a relationship that is power-oriented. Power-oriented in the context of domination and submission. Not only sexual D/s, but relational D/s.

I think that it reflects a deep sense of trust and commitment between my Goddess and I. Trust to give myself to her, mind, body, and soul. Commitment from me to support, serve, please, fulfill, explore, and surrender to my Goddess. Commitment from her to support, take care of, push limits, fulfill, discover, and take the lead.

It reflects a tangible sense of my belonging to her, and my Goddess' ownership of me, and the emotional comfort we find in each other through such dynamics.

It reflects a commitment to the expression of an alternative sexuality. Not better, not worse, than whatever is the norm, whatever may be called the norm. Just transcending traditional sexuality into something that permeates every aspect and every moment of our lives together.

It reflects an open expression of kink in both of us, an acceptation of our nature, our desires, our fantasies, our needs, and our selves.

Finally, it reflects my intense desire to do all that I can for my Goddess, that I always want to be in her presence, that I want to belong in her life and belong to her. And I hope it also reflects her wish and desire always keep me that close in her life, and never to let me go.

And besides all that, it's just fucking hot for both of us when my Goddess grabs, tugs, or pulls on my collar or leash to bring me closer to her, or because she wants something...

Forced to watch... for her pleasure (E)

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"Dancing with the Stars" started its new season this week. Now this may have been exciting for some people, and left others indifferent. But it turned out to be important to me because it was important for my Goddess. She's a big fan of the show, you see... so that meant I was going to watch it, whether I wanted to or not. My Goddess was going to make sure of that...

Well before the first night, it was made clear to me that we were going to enjoy the show together. So when the big night arrived, my Goddess tied my hands, ordered me onto the bed as she pulled me up my leash and collar, had me lean back against pillows proped up next to the headboard, and used me as her recliner. She sat between my legs, leaned her naked back against my chest, and made herself comfortable on this improvised piece of furniture.

My bound hands were placed in front of her, creating a wonderfully natural hug. The warmth and softness of her body against me, the vulnerability of my immobilization, the weight of her upper body pressing on me, the aromatic fragrance of her hair right next to my face, my erection trapped against her occasionally shifting lower back, and her dictating how we were to spend the next two hours of the evening, all made for a very sensually submissive experience for me. Shortly before the end of the show, my Goddess fell asleep on me for a while, and that made for a short bout of subspace, as my position and my desire not to wake her put me in a completely helpess predicament.

Watching the second evening's show was very similar, apart from the fact that my Goddess left my hands unbound, which allowed me to caress her skin and play with her hair. And a little past the halfway part of the show, this gentle objectification had turned her on to the point that she wanted some sexual service, which I was quite happy to provide. From my position behind her, I caressred and teased her breasts with one hand, and I reached over to her most intimate parts with the other hand, and twice brought her to climax.

Today, my Goddess was not feeling well, so we did not engage in any play, and I had quiet evening of domestic servitude, but as I tucked her to sleep after the show, my Goddess still found the energy to remind me of something that is such an important part of our D/s dynamics, and that I never tire of hearing. As I pulled away from a gentle good night kiss, she grabbed the leash, pulled me close to her, looked me into the eyes, and gently whispered "mine, mine, mine, mine, mine..."

Ball-gag on an early, early morning interlude (E)

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Earth Social Club

The pain from the CBT just seared through my body and brought me quickly into consciousness despite being completely in the dark. It felt like I'd just gone to sleep. But my Goddess is leaning over me, hungry, dominant, indifferent to interrupting my sleep. She wants me... my reactions to the pain she's inflicting... my service to her wants and needs...

Well warmed up by the NT and CBT that she is so adept at, I am clearly expected to bring her pleasure. Already mentally in a cross-over state of sexually excited subspace, I gasp when my Goddess mounts me, and moves herself toward the top of my torso. She continues until her lower legs pin down my biceps, her hands reach the headboard of the bed, and then she lowers herself over my face, which is slightly elevated and forced forward because of the pillow under my head.

The fragance of her intimate parts... the vulnerability of the confinement... her forceful and determined course of action... my head is spinning, drunk from bathing in her dominant desires.

I provide her sexual servitude fast and hard, uncontrollably driven by my own hunger. But it still doesn't seem to be fast enough and hard enough. She reaches down with one hand to pinch my nose shut as she forces herself down lower on me. Frantically I accelerate the pace. I feel her fall into that terminal groove. I still go faster and harder, starting to feel that I may not be able to remain without air that much longer. Explosively, she reaches climax... she lets go... I gasp... I breathe... she sits back on my chest... warm... wet... trembling... But my Goddess is not done yet.

I know I'm in trouble when my Goddess reaches for the ball-gag. She wants to keep all those little sounds I make just for her... softly muffled for no one but her to enjoy. With the new sound effects available to her, she sits back lower near my hips and begins a new round of NT. She shares with me her objective... the whimper. She wants me to give up the whimper she finds so delicious, so exciting. So she teases and torments and tortures me, pushing me deeper into subspace as she increases the intensity of the NT. She will not stop until I give it up. But it isn't very long before my Goddess gets satisfaction. She gets her whimper, which comes out of me completely out of my control. Once more, her dominant desires will get anything she wants out of me.

In the last act of the play, I am granted release, which she wanted to feel as much as I needed it. After a brief clean-up, I realize I had been sleeping for barely two hours before this interlude. I lie down in bed again, my Goddess snuggles up close, her head on my chest, and we fall deeply asleep, until the sun was up high above the horizon and made the bedroom too bright to sleep in anymore.

Time to wake up (E)

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I wake up with my back arched, sharp pains coming from my nipples. My Goddess' sharp nails are at work on the nipple on the left side, her teeth are digging into the nipple on the right, and a loud moan escapes me, desperately, uncontrollably.

She woke up early and with her pet sleeping next to her, she cannot resist the temptation to play, to see what kind of reactions she can get from me while consciousness has yet to bring me into the new day.

The alternating NT and CBT draw me into a heavy fog of subspace as I fight to open my eyes. Even once I do, nothing comes into focus, overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body. I feel the waves of her pleasure and satisfaction, smiling at the control she exerts over me.

My Goddess brings her face right up to mine, the power of her dominance as tangible as the sensations she is causing. She reaches up to my collar, pulling my head right to the side of her own, her hair covering my face. Erotically, sensually, dominantly, she whispers into my ear but a single word...

"Mine"...

Collar and leash: follow-up (E)

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It had been just a few days without the restraint of the collar and leash, but after barely 8 hours of wearing them, I am realizing the spell my Goddess weaves through them, and the power she holds by association.

For hours I've found myself reaching up and feeling the soft but ungiving texture of the material in which I am bound. I tug on the clip of the leash. I run my fingers past the D-rings to the locking buckle. I gently test the strength of the padlock in place. Nothing gives...

The collar is completely secure... I am totally captured... Prisoner of my Goddess' love and dominance... Hers totally... Hers forever...

Helpless to do anything about it, I am trapped within our home, trapped by her will and desires. The more I feel it, the more vulnerable I feel. A brief sense of panic shakes me, but it is replaced by a familiar and addictive tension that rises within me, as does a sweet surrender to the power of my Goddess.

I have a hard time keeping my hands away from the collar... I touch it, I feel it, I sense its unyielding strength around my neck. I have difficulty focusing as I softly drift in and out of subspace. Even with my Goddess a few rooms away, I feel her dominance cover me in its veil, engulf me, envelope me.

I will be off to bed soon, where my Goddess is already sleeping. Just lying next to her creates a feeling of intoxication. Just the anticipation of lying next to her creates that feeling of anticipation. And how magical will it feel when my Goddess unconsciously senses my presence in the bed, turns over to my side, runs her hand up my chest in her sleep, takes hold of the front D-ring of the collar with her index finder, and continues her night's sleep with me in her control?

The feeling of her ownership is tangible. I am her servant... her pet... her playtoy... hers to do as she will... under her spell...

The magic of the collar and leash (E)

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One of life's lessons is that we never truly know how special something is until we lose it, or until we must live without it for a little while.

The ritual of my Goddess keeping me in locked collar at all times when we are at home has always been one of great significance for the two of us. We've felt intensely its symbolism, reflecting the special D/s dynamics of our relationship, demonstrating the power of her dominance over me and my submissiveness to her, and her ownership of me and my belonging to her.

Life circumstances brought an end to a very long streak of days (triple-digits) when I wore my locked collar for 10-12 hours a day or more, and almost around the clock on days-off. Not to worry... nothing serious... just RL obligations. But within just a day or two, the absence of the collar was powerfully felt by both of us. While I wore my mainstream-passable ceremonial collar from my collaring throughout, the heaviness, the restraint, and the inescapability of the very BDSM-looking leather collar with D-rings and locking buckle with lock (to which my Goddess keeps the keys in her possession or hidden) I wear at home was very much missed.

There wasn't any leash attached to me either, which my Goddess clips to the front D-ring, and tugs on any time she requires me for something. The leash limits my mobility, gives my Goddess a tangible sense of my physical presence even when I'm not in the same room, and is an immediate call to service, all elements that made us miss our regular home routine even more.

Needless to say, the pull of the ritual intensified as the days went by, and upon the return to our normal lives, the collar quickly went back on, and the leash was clipped on immediately thereafter. Now my Goddess is napping while I am busy with domestic servitude, and I am awaiting the tug that will mean that she desires me by her side once more.

Somehow, the magic of the collar and leash returning is one of those little things that makes us feel like everything is right with the universe again... At least within the context our D/s relationship and the extraordinary feelings we have for each other...

Special moments on another stop-over (E)

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I can never get enough of... (E)

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Weekend report (E)

Artwork courtesy of the great Laurent Lebeau

"So, please stand by... He will be ordered to share a full report with our readers on Tuesday morning. Wish me luck... or better yet, wish HIM luck. It will be one long, adventurous ride."
-- My Goddess' last post before the weekend.

I will take it, in view of the fact that I completed only yesterday my last post on the start of the weekend, that my Goddess has generously given me a little more time to come up with my weekend report. So before I disappoint her any further, here is a quick rundown of the activities of the weekend, not counting our usual rituals and the 24/7 dynamics of our D/s relationship.

• Spanking: crop, flexible paddle, hard paddle, cane.
• Strap-on and anal play.
• Oral service.
• Breath play.
• Sexual servitude.
• CBT... lots of it.
• NT... even more of it.
• Foot worship.
• BDSM munch.
• Private play party.
• Release for me... twice.
• Many, many, many orgasms for her.
• Spent every single second together, or in the immediate vicinity.

And among the many things that made this an absolutely mind-blowing weekend, my Goddess has developed a real fetish for me keeping my leash on while we made love. The additional sense of control she had with it excited her to no end, and I could feel her dominance rise every time she tugged on the leash or pulled me in toward her.

My Goddess simply makes me feel like the luckiest man (submissive?) in the world. And I love her beyond description for that, and for so many other reasons...

The start of the long weekend - part 3 (E)

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The start of the long-weekend - part 2 (E)

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A few moments of reprieve followed. By the time I began to gather my thoughts in reality, I heard my Goddess making some familiar preparations. She took a short break to smoke by herself next to me as I laid on my front on the bed, still attached by my collar and the chain to the headboard. Missing the sight of my beautiful Goddess indulging in smoking without me being able to see her, without being able to enjoy the mannerism that make it such a strong fetish element for me. was torture in itself.

As my Goddess finished her cigarette and got up, the sounds I was hearing made it evident that there was going to be another part to our play time, and that it was going to involve some anal play. The snap of her favorite bottle of lotion opening, the click and hum of the vibrator as she was testing it, the delicate sound of her rubbing lotion on it... all of them caused a familiar tingle inside of me that my Goddess was intent on either taking me, or putting me through some anal torture/play for her satisfaction.

She ordered me back on all fours, and proceeded to preparing me for what was to come. A gentle dab around my opening gave me a shiver, and I gasped as she penetrated me with one of her fingers, carefully spreading the lube all around inside me as far as she could reach. I could not help but to start coordinating my breathing and some moans with her movements. My Goddess then pulled out her finger, and positioned herself in a way that would both give her access to me and provide her with the pleasure she was hungry for. Gently she penetrated me with the vibrator, the one with the largest diameter we have (a good medium girth, maybe 1.5 - 2 inches), and turned it on, helping it slide in gradually but firmly.

My Goddess' assertion of power during the penetration part was intoxicating, her dominance palpable, and her desire for her own pleasure overwhelming. Despite the gentleness with which she does belies the fact that she is in total control, and my surrender to her complete. Once in fully, the pace of her movements quickened, and the amplitude of her movements increased in a very determined way. The sensations created fireworks worth of feelings and emotions, and behind the blindfold, a variety of visuals of femdom poses of power flashed through my mind.

Within a short period of time, my Goddess found her rythm of resonnance, and then there was nothing to stop her. Faster... harder... deeper... pulling me into her, buidling the crescendo into a massive climax for her, and leaving me lost in the intense sensations and flow of dominant energy she was externalizing. As she was still trembling from her orgasm, she laid over the top of my back, and we both started to catch our breaths as our heart rate started slowing down.

Unbelievably, my Goddess still wasn't quite done, and backing up a bit away from me on the bed, she pleasured herself with another vibrator as she keep playing with the one that was still inside me, building up again incredible sensations in me. It took just a short while for her to reach climax once more, and in this new variation on a theme, I enjoyed immensely enjoyed being in such a manner. I just can't get enough of any play that inspires and provides my Goddess with such pleasure.

The start of the long weekend - part 1 (E)

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Our Days Off Are Here! (S)

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I am so excited returning home from work tonight. I keep thinking I have FOUR WHOLE DAYS with my pet. This is our first Labor Day weekend living together. I am most honored to have a plaything offering himself to me during my time off.

This is my tentative menu:

Romantic Dinners, Leash and Collar for hours on end, lots of sexual servitude, constant waiting on me hand and foot, definitely some spanking action, bondage nightly, and taking him at my every whim. Of course, I am sure other things will arise that will blog worthy.

Most importantly, we will be spending EVERY WAKING MINUTE together. We are inseparable, my pet and I. I need him there to cater to me, play with me, and above all else, love me in any way I see fit.

So, please stand by...He will be ordered to share a full report with our readers on Tuesday morning. Wish me luck...or better yet, wish HIM luck. It will be one long, adventurous ride.

Quotes: reflections and understanding (E)

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The Long Kiss Goodnight (S)

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Her favorite chair (E)

Artwork courtesy of the amazing Laurent Lebeau

My Goddess has a few favorite television shows... that I must watch with her. They wouldn't be my first choice in terms of subject matter, but it doesn't make a difference to her. I think she enjoys that I may not like to watch them (I remember her deliciously wicked smile at the thought...). But I must keep her company during that time, whether I enjoy the shows or not. If she's feeling especially dominant, or if she thinks I may really not enjoy the show, she may even place me in bondage next to her.

Fact of the matter is, I love every second of being with her, and we have fun watching and discussing the shows. But we are developing a new ritual while we watch where I will sit behind her, against the headboard of the bed with a pillow or two between me and the headboard, and she will sit back against me, between my legs. I so love to feel so much of her against me, and the weight of her body reclining against me. It's also an opportunity for me to caress her skin gently, play with her hair, plant a few delicate kisses on the side of her neck, and to enjoy how good she always smells.

This ritual has become her "favorite chair", and it is sublimely sensual. And it has become something I very much look forward to. Now I gladly remind her of when her favorite shows will come on. Am I trainable or what... :)

During last evening's show, we could not resist the temptation of starting to kiss during that time, and tender kisses turned into much more passionate ones. Within a few minutes, we missed a short part of the show as I was providing my Goddess with a variety of pleasures, and her energy and her vibes were just off the charts.

After the show, I massaged my Goddess to sleep with one of our favorite lotions, and in no time, she was fast asleep. A most satisfying end to another wonderful day...