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.

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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.

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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. 

Distractions

Being away from home I have fallen from my submissive daily behaviors and agreed upon practices. A small example is not wearing my nipple clamps in the morning to set my sexual tone and submission for the day. My nips have now become sore and sensitive to touch with Sir here from so much manipulation, the fabric from a cotton t-shirt pains them. Feeling that pain all day is punishment enough, but Sir has other thoughts.

It may seem incidental, however there are obviously other infractions that while I have become distracted by life I’ve also become lazy, Sir has decided we should go over our Agreement to make changes for behavior modification in His absence. We’ve never been in a situation where we are apart for a long length of time with an occasional visit that my submission to Him has been tested.

To say He is not pleased with me is an understatement, I know I effed up and should not blame the difficulties in life as an excuse. He has worked hard to provide for me and enable me to be here, where I need to be He agrees, but not at the expense of the life I chose and want. Our lifestyle is not a comfortable convenience to be lived at home, it has to be real-time 24/7 anywhere, anytime, or it will not work for us. I admit I very much need this, I miss and crave Him when He is gone, I need His dominance and direction, this is who I am, I am not only His wife, I am His submissive in every aspect of my being. I have not only disappointed Sir, I’ve neglected myself as the person whom I believe to be, and for that I am ashamed.

Sir will be leaving to return home next weekend, in the interim He will be working from the apartment a few hours of the day and it is my job this week to research and list suggestions for revisions to our Agreement while He is doing so. After Sir considers them, we will make addendums where need be and a suitable punishment will be administered as He determines.

 

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.

 

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.

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.