Out of Sight Out of Mind

Sir and I went over our Contract and went out to have a late dinner to discuss not only my transgressions these last few weeks but the necessary changes to be made. First on the list to discuss; Sir wants to me to call him Master at all times in our privacy, I am to refer to him as Sir in Public unless otherwise told and by his given name in front of Friends and Family who are unaware of our lifestyle. This is acceptable and agreed upon.

My 1950’s Lifestyle has gone by the wayside while I’ve been alone, I’ve used the conveniences of our little utility apartment and neglected my contractual duties. I’ve also neglected to change out of my outside clothing upon returning home in the evening, in addition to purchasing unnecessary fast food meals on my way home to avoid cooking, and that is certainly unhealthy. This is not only costly but certainly not within my allotted daily budget. I became lazy in all aspects of my life, I was tired and cranky.  I didn’t find the time to exercise nor did I masturbate as I should have. I made no time for reading or journaling. I lost interest in everything and it didn’t take long at all to fall into this mess, no wonder marriages become boring and stale.

Master was upset at first, but I’ve been very attentive to His needs and demands this week. Part I of my punishment was a spanking with a large metal spatula, a wooden spoon, and His hand two days ago while the plug was in my ass and although he has forgiven me it was made clear the punishment was not over, there would be more forthcoming for me to understand that contractual duties are not to be dismissed whenever one party is not present.

Part II – While out to Dinner, He had me wear a velvet choker, to address him as Master out in public tonight and comply to any demand without hesitation. When He asked me to expose my nipples while sitting at a booth inside a bar/restaurant, I did as told. I don’t think it may have been but a minute or two, but this went on periodically during the night much to the amusement of some male patrons sitting at the Bar and a very quizzical beautiful bartender. She glanced my way often not sure what to make of our situation, I smiled warmly back not to arouse any suspicion that anything was amiss. Master pointed his finger down for me to slip my nips out, and up when he thought it was time to be covered without missing a beat in our conversation or meal. While I admit I am an exhibitionist and this also sexually excited me, I also knew Master had a reason for this and He was the only one going to receive gratification tonight and well deserved. I must admit, I was permitted to have a glass of wine, so I don’t know if it was that that made my face flush or my knowing my pussy was getting very hot and wet.


Once We got in the car, Master told me to remove my shirt for the ride home and hike my skirt up to reveal my pussy. I did as told and he was quiet till we arrived at the apartment with a few pinches and tweaks of my nipples at every red light or stop sign.


Once we arrived at the apartment, He said, “These are mine and this is mine” as he pinched my nips once again, and cupped his hand over my vagina. “Yes Master”. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, I put my cami shirt back on, he came over and opened my door and held his hand to help me out of the car and we proceeded up the stairs. Once outside our door I knelt and thanked Master for our evening and his forgiveness. He again said all has been forgiven, and told me to get inside and prepare for an end to the evening. As old as we are getting, this man can still give me butterflies in my stomach and shivers down my spine.

Final Thoughts – Lesson Learned, I am back on track, and will be diligent in my choice of servitude and how I want to live my marriage while not only in his presence but in his absence as well. If for any reason there is a contradiction to our contractual agreement, I will be honest and forthcoming with my husband/Master my thoughts and feelings as to changes in my life in any way that we may need to alter or suspend our agreement for any length of time. It is otherwise unfair to Master or myself to expect anything less than full compliance and honesty to our shared belief in our lifestyle if things are left unsaid.

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!



Being Happy

Saturday evening on our getaway weekend was not full of kink, but intimate lovemaking. It started out just a quiet evening, candles lit, bbq, wine, and talking. He said he was relieved I told him I was happy this morning, he said how much he loved me and how I fulfill him in a way no-one else could. He said if i told him I was unhappy, we could stop our D/s relationship if that was what I wanted and needed. I reassured him I am where I wanted to be and if he remembered correctly, I introduced this into our lives. We ended up cuddling, touching, and just reconnecting in a way we haven’t been lately, it was just romantic and nice.

I lay in his arms after our lovemaking and thought how amazed I am at the stamina Sir has, lets face it we’ve been together many years and we aren’t getting any younger. His sexual desires are that of a young man, it’s very rare he doesn’t have some kind of daily sexual activity with me, but he also is sexually active outside our marriage.

I wondered about this other woman, curious as he never speaks of their relationship. I have spoke to her on the phone, but other than that I have not had any interaction with her. His demeanor is changed these days, perhaps he has feelings for her. I didn’t want to bring it up on our weekend, but I would like to meet her if she agrees to it.

I fell asleep soon after snuggled in his arms.


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.


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.

Weekend Getaway – Arrival


Wow, it’s been two weeks since we left for our little alone time and to reevaluate our agreement/contract. What can I say, Life Happens and blogging got put on hold. Believe you and me, neglecting Monday Motivation two weeks in a row earned a rather hard ass beating, but more on that later.

We spent much time talking on the drive to the cabin, being it was a Friday there was a congestion of summer traffic till we got to the country. The ride itself was not without some travel play, Sir had me wear a basic white cami and a loose fitting skirt for easy access to his property. I was permitted to forego the stiletto’s and wear my flipflops, sometimes comfort goes a long way.

Once we were in the country away from the busy highways, the cami was pulled down under my breasts to allow my nipples to be on display. Sir didn’t hesitate to pinch and twist them at every opportunity which made my pussy dripping for attention. A few times Sir had me play with my clit till I damn near orgasmed and we also managed to stop at a motorist scenic spot for Sir’s daily blowjob since the morning was hectic and we missed our morning ritual. We were outside next to the car, Sir standing and I kneeling on a grassy area sucking his hard cock with the occasional car driving by. I doubt they noticed me as I was blocked by Sir, but it certainly enhanced my excitement, and it did not take long for him to spurt his load down my throat. At this point my pussy was drenched and he allowed me to masturbate outside leaning against the car. I was about to orgasm just as another car pulled into the lot and parked not far from us. I didn’t care at this point if they saw me or not, Sir would stop me if he thought there was any chance of something amiss. It only took a moment before I felt the waves of pleasure release and I guess I was a bit loud, two couples sat in their car just watching me. I shyly smiled, Sir waved, and we left them to their own thoughts on the matter. We got a good laugh about it as we continued on our road trip.

When we arrived at the cabin, a key was left for us to let ourselves in. The cabin was remote, a lot of woods and privacy. Once inside I was told to strip per house rules, yes they apply even when not home, and I basically remained this way unless in fishnets and bondage ropes for the entire time we were there.

I poured us some wine, and we sat on the screened porch taking in the scenery. When you live in a city, the fresh air and surrounding greenery is breathtaking. We sat for awhile, then I needed to unpack our things to settle in and Sir started the BBQ. The cabin was very basic, no air conditioning, no WiFi, no TV. I was thankful we had electricity and hot water, that’s how Sir wanted it. No Distractions from anyone, a total focus on us and our dynamic.

The first night was very calming and relaxing, some fuckery but nothing major to write about. Saturday would be a day full of Kink and Reflection.


Friday Night Dinner Plans


Sir called this afternoon to let me know he had arranged dinner plans this evening to go to a restaurant with some friends of his, a couple, who are aware of our lifestyle. He told me to be on my best behavior as they would be arriving at our home the same time he would from work and he does not expect my welcome to be any different than any other day with the exception of clothing. He would like the blinds open for them to be able to glance in the window when they arrive and I should be in a lace camisole and panty. I doubt his friends would be able to see my position on the floor upon their arrival, but I didn’t mention this.

His friends, I have been told, are contemplating this lifestyle and want to witness and discuss how we manage Sir’s dominance and my submission to him within our marriage. I told Sir this is not a problem, it is a privilege to serve and submit to him, I am honored to be an educational lesson of sorts for those who are considering D/s. I am no expert nor do I claim to be, what we do works for us in our dynamic. Hopefully they will take the positive from tonight’s experience and create a lifestyle that is wonderful and fulfilling for themselves.

As I prepared for their arrival, I poured Sir his customary glass of wine. I got two tall shot glasses and a bottle of Patron Silver, they are not wine drinkers and tequila is their drink of choice, straight up, no lime, not chilled. I set the drinks down on the entry table and knelt in position. After ten minutes or so, I heard the keys clank outside the door and murmured conversation. Sir entered and held the door open for our guests, I did not look up as Sir motioned them inside. I knelt before all three, Sir instructed me to serve our guests first.

The wife, she was a beautiful site. Thick blond cascading hair falling ever so slightly over her shoulders, she had sunglasses on top of her head and big brown eyes and full lips. She was taller than the husband, but not by much. He appeared very average looking, at least my interpretation of whatever average may be. Thinning hairline, a small belly, but his cologne smelt wonderful. They both wore jeans, her ample breasts overflowed over the top of her white t-shirt and him a button down casual shirt. They appeared to be in their late 40’s or early 50’s. She smiled warmly at me and he just looked down upon me with no expression. I then gave Sir his glass, he told me I could now get up and he kissed me on my lips and told me to get myself a glass of wine as well. It was very casual after that, they proceeded to sit on the couch, Sir sat in the recliner chair with me at his feet as customary. Conversation was light and I spoke only when directed to by Sir.

Sir excused us to get ready for dinner and we left them to talk quietly amongst themselves. Sir took a quick shower as I laid out the clothes he requested to wear. He had not chosen anything for me as yet, after he dressed he took a long grey lightweight midi sweater out of my closet. Sir instructed me to wear that over my camisole and panty with it unbuttoned to just under my breasts, the sweater was lightweight with slits on the sides open to the tops of my thighs finished off with a pair of strappy heels. The result was sexy but modest, showing my curves and assets much like a summer dress and much to Sir’s liking.

As we went downstairs and entered the living area, she looked up with that same warm smile, he looked me up and down slowly and again without expression. I sensed this was more or less her idea and he was appeasing her curiosity.

Dinner was uneventful, we sat at a table in the back of the restaurant which restricted our view from other patrons, the lighting was dim at best. Sir had me open my sweater up while we sat, much to the delightful gaze of the waiter. Sir discussed our contract and answered any questions the wife may have had, the husband listened intently but his questions were few. He was concerned about discipline and hurting his wife. Sir stressed the mutual agreement, maintenance spanking and punishments in our lifestyle is not one to take lightly. There must be mutual trust, understanding, love, and most importantly communication. He explained every relationship has their own set of rules to follow, what works for one may not work for another. I spoke only when asked a question directly and remained respectful and compliant to Sir at all times. He squeezed my thigh every so often under the table and smiled at me.

I thought the evening went well, we said our goodnights and left respectfully in our own cars. When home, Sir said he was very pleased with my behavior.

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.