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.

Reboot to my Submission

Sir gave me a reprieve to focus on myself today to kickstart my submissive self and went to visit our sick family member.

I started the day off correctly getting Sirs shower ready, clothing prepared, taking care of his sexual needs, breakfast ready and on the table timely, and out the door he went with a smile. This to me is all I want in our marriage, It gives me so much warmth and satisfaction to please him.

I quickly cleaned up, put some laundry in the washer and went for a walk. I’ve neglected taking care of myself physically, but the fresh air felt good, cleared my mind, and i managed 2.5 miles!

I returned back to the apartment, did some stretching exercises with a yoga mat and blocks that were tucked away in a closet. My muscles are stiff, getting older does that, but hopefully my muscle memory hasn’t forgotten and won’t punish me sorely. Sir has decided Maintenance will be daily until he leaves to put my mindset back to where it should be, both will be a reminder of just how out of shape I really am, ugh.

I quickly took a hot shower, prepared myself by Sirs instruction today to be nude, collar on, buttplug inserted, and nipple clamps to be worn 10 minutes per every hour while researching the project of revisions for our contract. Knowing my body, Sir may be surprised how responsive I may be when he returns back later this afternoon, my pussy is already wet with anticipation. 

My Safe Space

I’ve been out of town a few months now, except for a brief return for the Xmas holidays, to be near a sick family member and to help whenever possible. Sir has been able to extend his visits as much as his work schedule will allow for his absence.  We rented a very small one bedroom efficiency apartment to give us some much needed privacy, I crave Our Normalcy, however crazy that may be to some.
I have never given much thought to how many live a D/s lifestyle apart and manage to maintain that dynamic. I miss the physical touch, the direction, the correction, the discipline, everything I took for granted within our relationship. It may sound silly, but just the sound of the key in the door as I wait in position on the other side to offer him his wine and remove his clothing to welcome his cock in my mouth if he so chooses, these are the daily things my mind and body aches for.
When Sir manages to visit, I am so grateful for the escape into our private world to release all those pent up emotions, to be rid of any expectations from others and to allow myself to focus on me, my marriage, my husband, my Submission.
The first thing I welcome is a good old fashioned maintenance spanking to bring me to my space to release those feelings, to be held and comforted, and to weep in Sirs arms till I fall asleep, because it is then I know I am safe and he is there to take care of me. 


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.


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.

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.