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!

 

 

Just another Monday

It is a beautiful sunny warm day and my Monday Motivation must be addressed before any activity. Tomorrow is predicted to rain so I hope not to rush through my reflections because I do hope to get 2 hours at the beach to walk the shoreline.

Saturday was quiet, I spent the day doing errands knowing Sir would not be home in the evening if not until early Sunday. I didn’t need to prepare dinner, Sir had his second date and was scheduled to leave at 4pm. I spent the evening conditioning on the pole and watching Netflix. Nothing of importance.

Sunday Sir arrived home at 10 am, he told me he would shower and we would go out to the shore for lunch. We ate and had a glass of wine, walked the dock and he appears to me to be very, well, very content. I don’t know how else to describe his demeanor, and it gives me a warm happy feeling. We discussed the following weekend and our getaway to go over our Contract Renewal. He thought he would implicate orgasm denial and daily maintenance spankings till we arrive at the cabin, not as punishment but more as a precursor to my submissiveness for the weekend. We also discussed items to pack, basic daily and sexual toy needs. He told me definitely rope, bondage will be a must.

Last night I received my maintenance spanking over his knee, 50 swats with his hand. Truthfully I could have withstood more, spanking always makes my pussy wet with anticipation. Afterwards I thanked and knelt before him performing fellatio. It gives me such pleasure to feel his erection and have him hold my head firmly to force his shaft down my throat only to pulsate and explode within me.

We soon washed up and went to bed, a very uneventful weekend it was, at least for me.

 

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.

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.

 

All is Well

Sir was feeling much better this morning, his body wasn’t hot to the touch. He sweated it out last night, I applied cool compresses to his forehead every few hours. I felt relieved, his feeling feverish concerned me, always the thought of a possible infection as he was coughing phlegm up throughout the night.

When Sir awakened and went into the shower I felt somewhat apprehensive about him going into work, but ultimately it’s his decision. When he came back into our bed and straddled my face, his cock and balls rubbing my lips, i licked him and took his head into my mouth. His legs pinned my arms to my side, i could not move with his weight resting on my chest. He tasted clean, and smelled of soap. He swelled quickly, thrusting his hardened erect cock in my mouth and down my throat. He thrusted back and forth, pulling out to let me kiss and suckle his balls with my tongue every so often.

He preceded to climb off me and forced me onto my knees next to the bed between his legs. My tongue swirled around his cockhead, he pulled my hair and shoved himself down my throat, me gagging and trying to relax my reflexes and breath. He told me not to move as he pulsated and released deep in my mouth. He tasted a mixture of salt and sweetness, he moaned, his thrusting slowed down as he held my head still.

I was grateful he was feeling better and able to gift me with his cum, I thanked him and made him a quick breakfast to go, he had hardly eaten anything yesterday. He left for work and I felt alone, I liked caring for him all day and night, I felt purpose, I will miss him today.

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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.