Stormy Night

I greeted Sir as usual and presented my mouth to his erect cock as I unzipped his pants. He thrust hard at first, needing my mouth as much as I needed, I craved to feel his swelling member on my tongue, in my throat and breath in his muskiness of the day. I missed him, this, his power over me.

He let me suckle him for a bit, me on my knees, presenting my nakedness to him as he sipped his Red wine standing in the doorway. He pulled me up by my hair, told me to prepare his dinner while he showered.

I set his place at the table, he ate as i knelt next to him, head bowed. He placed nipple clamps tightly on my breasts and tugged them intermittently. He placed a leash on my collar, after dinner led me on my knees out to the patio. It was raining hard, he sat in a lounge chair under the awning and had me sit at his feet, head bowed. I was in the rain, getting pelted, it was pouring. I wasn’t worried at this point at being seen by the neighbors, nobody was out in this weather and as hot as it was, air conditioners were running drowning out any sounds we may make.

He asked if i was prepared to serve my Master. Yes Sir, i responded. He yanked on my clamps, they tore off my nipples causing immediate pain, I winced. He instructed me to bend over the wooden picnic table, at this point we were both in the rain. He asked if I was ready, Yes Sir Please Administer My Maintenance.

The first hit I knew it was the paddle, 50 hard strikes thanking Sir in-between each one. I was drenched in sweat, tears, and rain. He pulled me up again by my hair, this time dripping wet, and forced my head between his legs, He humped my mouth hard, pounding my face, my makeup smeared all over me and his cock never letting go. He came furiously, grunting, relieving pent up sexual tension as his cellphone started beeping with emergency flash flood warnings, How appropriate for the moment!

 

 

Let the weekend begin

Sir is spending today, Saturday, and tonight with his GF. He told me this will give me the opportunity to catch up on my blogging since I have chose to neglect it for the last few weeks.

So onto our weekend, I woke up Saturday to the aroma of coffee perking the old fashioned way on the gas stovetop. It’s been awhile since we have enjoyed our coffee this way, we use the easy way, Keurig, at home. On the table sat a Black box with a Red bow, a gift for me! Sir thought it was appropriate to celebrate the renewal of our Agreement.

We sat on the porch sipping our coffee, me with my new collar, and he asked me if I was happy with how things are. I am, I have no argument or changes I would like to make nor do I want to delete any item, but I certainly wouldn’t mind additional Maintenance Spankings. Preferably daily would keep my behavior in check is my first thought, but Sir said that was too much for now, so we agreed to our regular Sunday and an additional on Wednesday. He said although I do tend to be bratty and forgetful at times, I am a good girl and he has no complaints in regard to my service to him and my sexual submission.

He thought though since I was not as focused on daily scheduled activity, perhaps if he installed cams temporarily throughout the majority of the rooms to our home, as a means to check on my progress and well being it would help. We have one in the bedroom for years, for security reasons but use it also as a play tool.  I told him I would consider it, at first I was a bit offended thinking he needed to more or less babysit me. After much discussion and thought that camera’s would be on me 24/7, it brings the exhibitionist out of me and I find myself getting turned on a little. I told him we could try it on a trial basis, if I felt uncomfortable in any way, he agreed we would remove them.

He smiled and said it would keep him turned on at work also seeing me strutting around naked all day. That thought got me going, I knelt next to him and lay my head on his thigh saying I could perform for him at any given time during the day and he could replay the video. He agreed that would be nice and he started to get erect. I continued with his morning BJ, afterwards we made a small breakfast and showered.

He decided he was going to go fishing in the lake at the end of the property. He also decided I was going to accompany him in a bit of bondage and thigh high fishnets, the fun was about to begin. The property is secluded so I didn’t really see an issue with it, but I brought a long sweater in the happenstance it was chilly at night, I thought if someone came along I would just wrap myself up in it. So off we went down to the lake, my pussy was exposed to the elements and I was worried about insects, mostly mosquitoes, certainly didn’t want to be scratching that region all weekend. He sat me on a wooden bench after laying a blanket on it for my comfort, tying my feet together, although he left my arms and hands free just on the chance i needed my sweater.

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After a bit of fishing, Sir found a switch, picked me up and bent me over the bench and we had an intense spanking session alternating his hand and the switch. My sitting would be more of an issue than any damn mosquito bite!  He untied my feet and helped me up to go inside, he washed up and spread me on the bed cuffing me to the bedposts, blindfolded me, asking if I was ok, I was sore but ok. He brushed my hair off my face with his hands, wiped my mascara off my cheeks, kissed my lips and then I heard him leave. After awhile he returned and the familiar sound of a vibrator hummed through the air before he held it to my clit while shoving a rather large glass dildo up my pussy. I orgasmed immediately and he continued till I was crying and begging him to please stop. He uncuffed me, flipped me over with the dildo still in my pussy, lubed my ass, and in he went. He thrust rather quickly spurting his second load of the day in my asshole.

Afterwards I lay in his arms, and we fell asleep for a short nap. This day was only half over.

Rewards for Good Behavior

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I knelt waiting at the door, my arms outstretched on the floor in front of me, my ass perched high on the back of the heels of my feet, my face and eyes lowered to the floor. My naked skin tingled in anticipation of his arrival, he had been on edge all day, I heard it in his voice, his sharp curt answers. My mind wandered, he had an early morning meeting, had things not gone well? Had he and his new girlfriend argued or worse ended their relationship? Did I do something to displease him?

To keep busy, I scrubbed the house today, not a spec of dust or dirt left for discretion. The laundry was ironed, folded, and put away to his liking. A pot-roast with mashed potatoes was simmering on the stove. His glass of wine on the entry table awaiting his arrival.

He unlocked the door and entered, my stomach ached. He stood before me, his feet very close to my face. He picked up his glass and took a sip, he removed his belt. My heart hesitated, my breathing became shallow. He walked around me, patted my ass, telling me I was a Good Girl and went up the stairs. I kept my position until told otherwise, he went into the bathroom. I waited.

He returned back down and told me to get up and serve dinner, he remarked how well I kept the house today and he was pleased. I relaxed for a moment, was I wrong in my apprehension? I got up and hurried to the kitchen preparing our dinner plates to serve. We both sat quietly eating dinner, him clothed and me naked to his liking. It is damp and humid out, i set the air conditioning low, my nipples reacting a little due to the cold crispness in the air and much to do with my sexual desire. I waited till he was done before I stood to collect his plate. He tugged, pinched, squeezed, and twisted both my nipples as I stood before him. I held my breath and dared not move. He said my pussy needed attention tonight, I thanked him and said I looked forward to it. He smirked as he ran his finger along my slit, collecting my wetness and then sticking it between my own lips to lick while telling me my Domestic Sluttery deserved to be rewarded. He said tonight I will address him as Master.

I knew than it was going to be a long night of mutual pleasure and perhaps some pain affliction. I couldn’t help but smile and feel my pussy gushing with anticipation.

 

Why I live a 1950’s Lifestyle with a side of Kink.

Our Domestic Discipline agreement is set to expire July 1, we will then review, renew and expand it to include new rules and regulations we both mutually agree on. Sir has reserved the last weekend in June for a little getaway at a cabin away from all our daily distractions and obligations where we will focus on our commitment to marriage and the lifestyle we chose. I am really excited about this, I have some requests I do hope he is in agreement with.

In reflection of the life we live 24/7 in todays world, I’ve come to relish it as a stay at home wife with no regrets to leave the hustle and bustle of the corporate world behind. I am happier now than what the worldly environment of a large office ever offered me. I do not miss the deadlines, the cattiness of my former co-workers, the ass-kissing, the late night and weekend hours that were never acknowledged or appreciated, the lack of time for myself and my family. Do I miss the paycheck, sometimes, giving up my financial income and control was by far the hardest thing I had to do. In retrospect I’ve had to make some lifestyle changes, I gave up the gym and studio membership, there is no reason I cannot exercise with the fitness equipment I had previously purchased and now actually use. There is no longer designer clothes and accessories, and no spur of the moment frivolous purchases.  I’ve come to realize I don’t need any of those things, it was nothing more than a statement I foolishly felt the need to make to keep up with those in the outside world. They were nothing more than material things that in the end were useless and really unnecessary. Did I really need a Designer pocketbook and matching wallet that cost nearly $2,000. Did I need so many shoes that cost hundreds of dollars to match my various outfits? The answer is no! I have a much more worthy and meaningful  job today, it is to take care of Sir and his needs in addition to our household and family. I now live on a budget, necessities are not materialistic wants.

In compliance to my choice of living a 1950’s housewife lifestyle, I now do all the housework and it is my job to keep a clean home. I cook and bake from scratch. Before we wasted much money on take out and dining. I buy fresh veggies and fruit and try to buy organic at all possible times, nothing cooked is from a box or can. Sir says I was born in the wrong era and I tend to agree. I hand wash our dishes, we do not own a dishwasher. While we own a washer, we do not own a dryer. I hang all our clothes to dry, I iron the wrinkles out of the clothing, these are just some of the sacrifices I have made to save on expenses. If any of the heavier items need to be dried, such as winter blankets and comforters, I bring to our complex laundry facility. I have a chore list that must be followed daily, some weekly such as mopping floors and changing bedding. I do all the shopping and make a list of what is needed so we do not run out of food or household supplies, we only purchase what is needed and waste nothing. I have become very ingenious making groceries last, Now more Roasts are an added staple to the menu to create additional meals and lunches. TV and Computers are nothing more than a luxury in my home, they are not permitted during the day hours unless all chores and errands are complete. Most blogging is done in the evenings, with the exception of my Monday Morning Reflection as part of my submission and preparation for the upcoming week. You can refer to this previous post My Monday Motivation.

Now to the addition of Kink, we practice a Loving Domestic Discipline (LDD) relationship. I am submissive to Sir in all things sexually or otherwise, he is the authority in our home and Head of Household (HOH). I place my trust and respect in Sir that he will administer the guidance and structure of my submission to him. I accept Sir’s punishment as he sees fit when I am not in compliance per our written agreement. It can be any form of reasonable discipline that can be implemented when it is appropriately used to achieve and correct the effective results of my transgressions. I accept a weekly maintenance spanking without argument to maintain the dynamic of our relationship. I’ve thought about discussing with Sir adding additional maintenance to the week, I notice my demeanor changes rather quickly without focus.

I now dress to Sir’s expectation and pleasure, most days my dress apparel while home is nothing at all. I never wear a bra or panty unless specifically given permission. When in the presence of children, family, vanilla friends, and/or professional visits permission is not a requirement, I will always dress modestly and respectfully. I am permitted to wear a sexy nightwear chemise, no undergarments, when windows are open and the view in our home is open to the outside world to cover myself. While outdoors, my personal dress code is to always wear a dress/skirt unless pants are required for weather or recreational purposes. I dress this way so Sir has access to me sexually at all times. I do not refuse or neglect him at any time his sexual needs while home. In public, it will be discreetly not to be seen by others or unlawful under any circumstance.

I greet Sir at the front door whenever he returns home from his work day, or a day of his recreational activities with friends. I prepare myself for his arrival, pour him a glass of wine, prepare a hot meal, or make myself available for whatever needs he may request. That could be anything from running a hot shower, taking his shoes off, listening about his day, or a sexual pleasure. It is significant to me to have Sir arrive home to a stress free welcoming environment, he works hard providing for us.

Any of my outside social engagements I have with friends, such as the occasional luncheons or going to the beach, they are to be approved by Sir in advance. He never has denied me this as long as all my household responsibilities are completed before I leave the house. We both recognize the need for socialization outside of our relationship to keep us grounded.  Sir always knows my whereabouts at all times for safety reasons, I enable my Bluetooth on my cellphone in the possibility of an emergency. Unless medically necessary, all my doctor visits are scheduled during the day, not to interrupt our nightly schedule and routine.

There are many aspects to my service/submission to Sir that I cannot possibly get onto one page. Sir provides me with financial stability, a home, structure, guidance, authority, love and security.  I follow the conditions, rules and consequences set forth per our agreement. I can terminate our agreement at any time, but in all honestly I have no desire to do so. This lifestyle we have embraced has strengthened and become an essential part of our marital relationship.

 

Sir’s Sick Day

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When men are sick, it’s been said they are worse than children. To quote my friend, “they become an overgrown Man-Child.” Sir is no different, he wants me by his side at all times, even when he is laying in bed all day. I don’t have any daily scheduling demands, I am more than happy to rub his back, feed him homemade chicken soup, make a cup of tea, or just sit next to him quietly reading a book listening to him sleep.

Yesterday Sir wanted me to attend to him wearing a nursemaid outfit and nothing on underneath but nipple clamps, and red stilettos of course. I wore the shirt unbuttoned low for my cleavage to hang out for his little fantasy and visual pleasure. The fabric rubbing against my nipples with the sensation of the clamps kept me more than aroused throughout the day. Every now and then he would tug on the chain of the clamps, take them off for a bit to let the pain (in my case pleasure) set in when the blood flow returned, and back on they went.

After dinner Sir asked me to lay next to him naked, he was chilly from a low grade fever and just wanted the warmth of my body next to his. After awhile he took the clamps off and cupped my breasts in his hands making circular motions around my areola’s with his forefingers as he spooned me in bed. My nipples were sensitized and tender when he brushed over them lightly with his fingers, sending tingling waves down my body. I never experienced a nipple orgasm and was pleasantly surprised by the reaction of my body without other stimulation.

As I lay in his arms, I felt such satisfaction and completeness in my submission. I couldn’t help but feel content, being next to Sir is where I have always been destined to be.

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Internet Service Dude….con’t

After Sir had me serve the Internet Service Guy his large glass of white wine, Sir told me to kneel hands up on my knees ready to serve them both when required. We already knew I was not into other men, nor did he want me to be, however I am an exhibitionist and promised him discretely I would go with his demands.

Sir and Internet guy, NKA Internet Dude, talked DD and my servitude to Sir was in no way to serve him (Internet Dude) unless Sir directed me to. While they also talked mindless job shit, pensions, and retirement, I knelt quietly sticking my hard erect nipples out for display, head and eyes down.

Sir pointed to their wine glasses which were nearly empty,  I immediately retrieved them and refilled, bowing before each men, and serving their glass. Internet Dude asked Sir if I was actually his slave, Sir stated I Was Not, it was a mutual decision that I submit to him as my husband. Sir also invited Internet Dude to witness my punishment but he was not to partake in it under any circumstance, my punishment was for opening the door to allow a stranger into our home without Sir’s implicit instruction.

I was told to fetch the belt and ask for my discipline. Internet Dude’s eyes widened when I returned with Sir’s leather belt, knelt and presented it to Sir. I asked Sir to please spank me for my indiscretions. Sir told me to go to the wall, spread my legs, bend at my waist, my arms outstretched, facing the wall with my palms flat on it as I presented my Ass to him, Master’s Property still firmly in my butthole. He told me to count to 25, no warmup, full force. I braced myself for the first strike, it hurt hard. One Sir, Thank you. The next strike, Two Sir, Thank you. Sir told me not to loose that buttplug or I would receive an additional 25 spanks, By the time we got to Ten I was already a crying mess and cringing with every hit. I still had 15 more to go. I felt myself go numb, the only way I could endure this punishment. I yelled Yellow at 20, i needed to take a moment and breathe, Sir rubbed and caressed my ass, my muscles ached badly holding onto that buttplug tightly. My ass was already red from my previous spanking, now swollen, bruised  and welted. He asked if i wanted to continue, Yes Sir, please. Only five more, they were fast and furious. I collapsed into his arms, he held me tight as i sobbed and clung to him.

Internet Dude was gone, Sir said he quietly left when I yelled Yellow with a big cum filled wet-spot in his pants.

Internet Service Change

Today we are changing service from a not so great one back to our former service we used for many years, You Pay For What You Get! Anyways, Sir is home today, I feel uncomfortable with strange people in my home, always have before TTWD. Being an installation man was coming, i was allowed to wear street clothes inside our home, but still sans underwear, which was a white racerback tank, capri yoga pants, and of course Master’s Property Butt Plug.

Sir was taking a nap, he has a headcold today, and the doorbell rang. I am under strict orders to never open the door, I ran up the stairs to get Sir but he was fast asleep. I hesitated but proceeded downstairs to open the door, Yes i know, i know, a punishment spanking is well deserved and will be applied. It has been pouring rain outside today, I invite him in before I go back and wake up Sir.

For some reason, maybe ignorance on my part, I am not computer literate or electronically inclined. 5G service seemed to be an issue from my humbling understanding for this install. Installation guy kept going to his van, phoning his supervisor, so we left the front door unlocked for him to reenter our home which he did numerous times. After a few hrs, we now needed to get the internet service onto our handheld devices, such as my Iphone and Ipad. Sir told him to check my service on my Ipad, he turns it on and my WP Blog appears. He acted very casually like he did not notice, glancing at me and I lowered my eyes, him asking me where my Settings were located.

After he corrected that issue he stated he would be out front if we needed additional help while he closed our service account. Sir instructed me to change my clothing to household rules and fetch him his wine. As i knelt before him nude offering him his glass the front door opens and there stood the installation guy. Sir didn’t hesitate a moment, he motioned for me to get down in position, ass out Master’s Property on display as he told the guy, “Well sit and make yourself comfortable, I will have my Mrs. fetch you a class of wine, what do you prefer Red or White?”

To be continued…..