A Dom and Three Subs and The Gift Of Sharing

OK…so it's been a week since I was 

with sofia and nilla.  

Wow… seems like so much longer.  

Vanilla life just takes over!

Well…I had a couple of memories I wanted to 

capture so I can go back and remember…later.

So, Saturday night (last Saturday night)

after we had been to the music festival all day,

we got dinner from an off-the-chain-amazing restaurant

and brought it home to eat.

We sat in the kitchen and checked in with our families,

brewed some tea (oh…nilla is a total tea aficionado!)

and chilled out for a bit.

When sofia's Sir came home, 

we all got our food and sat at the dining room table

and ate a great meal.

We also commenced an evening of wonderful conversation.

It is so refreshing liberating to be able to 

discuss…uninhibited, unfiltered, all in.

Well, I was probably more "all-in" than

sofia's Sir would have really wanted…

but he kindly didn't kick me out…

though there was discussion about the fact

that he only had two tethers and three sub missives

sleeping in his house!

So we had deep, meaningful conversations,

we discussed the world,

we discussed our children,

we discussed schools 

   (of which I have differing opinions/experiences than sofia and nilla)

we discussed our blogs

we discussed spankings and marks

we discussed the kink community

   which I found fascinating, because I'm not active (have never been)

   in the community outside of blogland.

we discussed that mother-fucking-brush

   sofia's Sir had no idea that was so dastardly…or why ;)

   sofia shook her head … A LOT.

We laughed and laughed…

   there were sexual and kinky innuendos flying!

It was the most fabulous evening's conversation…

just never having to catch yourself and not share…

never to change verbiage to cover your submission

   (or His Dominance)

At the end of the night, we all said goodnight 

and went to our respective beds.

nilla and I talked a bit more,

once dressed for sleep,

while nilla brushed and braided her hair.

I laughed…and brought out my brush…

I have a wooden version of the 

mother-fucking-brush that Sir uses for 

holy-hell-that-hurts spankings.

I showed her the brush and 

we looked at the brush she was using to brush her hair.

They are the same shape and size,

but hers is the injection-molded-plastic

and mine was wooden.

I told her that the injection-molded one is the one that hurts,

mine, while being the same shape and size, was more thuddy…less stingy.

She held out her arm and 

I took both brushes and smacked them against her arm.

Indeed…she agreed…that mother-fucking-brush stings!!!!

Then we got the brilliant idea 

(Can't remember weather it was nilla's or mine)

to take them upstairs and show them to 

sofia's Sir so he could see, 

first hand,

what we were talking about.

So we rushed…like silly school girls,

with the hair brushes to show him.

sofia was LESS THAN GRATEFUL!

her Sir tried them out on his thigh and 

thought about them and seemed grateful to see them ;)

The whole experience was very funny to me.

When I got up ridiculously early to leave,

actually waking up before my alarm clock (yikes),

I dressed quietly and went upstairs to use the bathroom.

As I walked to the stairs,

I notice the crop hanging on a door handle…

which combined with the hooks in the ceiling that 

I had noticed the night before

put a smile on my face.

I went up to the bathroom and when

I entered the hallway…what did I see?

sofia' tether with a long rope leading to 

her bedroom door … that was closed.

sofia's Sir made the most exquisite tether…

the rope work is gorgeous!

I gathered my things and as I crept to the front door,

I thought about what a gift blogging has been,

Virtual and Online/IRL friends have been.

I let the cat inside so hopefully sofia could sleep a bit more

and walked to my car and 

began the long drive home. 

Three Submissives Go To The Music Festival

Well, I had a fabulous day with
fellow bloggers, sofia and nilla.

I got up early and drove to
where sofia lives.

It's a long drive…but so worth it.
I listened to a book on tape 
and time went quickly!

When I was close, sofia texted me 
and told me to drive slowly,
they were about 20 minutes away
and driving home.

I told her that I didn't know how :)
(sadly, the truth)
but that I'd make a stop along the way.

When I got back in my car,
I texted her and asked where they were.
She said "We're here."

When I drove up, there was no house number
and I had a sudden case of the nerves.

So silly…I mean, I've met sofia several times,
and I love her!
and I've been friends with nilla for a while,
but all of a sudden I was insecure.
Nilla and sofia have known each other for so long
and I am new to this friendship
and what if I'm annoying? don't measure up?
don't fit in?  am uncomfortable?

So, with a bit of trepidation,
I pull up my big girl panties 
(yes, I was wearing some)
and walk up and
I ring the doorbell.

Then I have the …
SHIT, what if it isn't the right house?

But, thank goodness,
I could see pictures of 
sofia and her family.

Then sofia's Sir walks to the door,
clearly fresh from the shower,
pulling his hair back and 
opening the door in greeting.

As I walk through the door,
my nerves calm and I am immediately
happy that I'm here.

I met nilla almost immediately.

She is fabulous!

Exuberant, bubbly, hilariously funny,
FULL of double entendres and slutty inappropriate comments 
I felt right at home and laughed immediately.

sofia is more soft spoken,
more the observer, organizer,
nurturer, but still oh so fun.

We were only at sofia's home for a half hour
before we were heading to an outdoor venue
for an amazing music festival.

sofia's Sir was doing dishes in the kitchen and 
as soon as nilla and I were in the kitchen,
he clarified, "Now, before you think that sofia
has this Dom trained, I do the dishes on Tuesday (I think)
and Saturday and today is Saturday, so I'm doing the dishes."

I thought this was the most hilarious thing…
He was making sure we knew he wasn't … IDK.  
It was entirely too darling.  
He is a fabulous man.

So…we head out, sofia, nilla and I,
to the music festival,
We're meeting sofia's Sir at the festival later.

The music is wonderful,
the venue's are really fabulous,
the weather is divine, albeit a bit warm!

It really was just so much fun.
We sang, 
we listened,
we laughed,
we chatted. 

We went to a bar…
wicked cool…a gigantic fish tank acted as the bar ledge where we sat.
nilla was wigged out a bit by the fish.

I sat next to nilla,
who hadn't been in a bar since, forever,
and was a total cheap date…getting tipsy in a few sips
(well that and her massive sleep deprivation)

We giggled, 
innuendoes flying,
we chatted about vanilla and kink, 
slipping from one to the other continually.

It was so refreshing to be able to share…
EVERYTHING…all parts. 

We made sexually explicit jokes or comments, continually.
Adolescent boys had nothing on us! 

We laughed and laughed and laughed.
It was nourishing to my soul to be with these two 
amazing, bright, caring, hilarious, submissive women

Here are our beautiful colorful toes in the grassat the music festival

Sir's Take On Bruises

OK, well Sir is still pissy about my
gigantic bruise on my ass…

THAT HE PUT THERE!

So, I asked him about it.

"So, what exactly bothers you so much
about the bruise…especially when  you 
know I love it?"

"It feels just too close to…
like I'm really hurting you."

I kinda giggled here…
I know, not the best response,
but I mean…REALLY?!?!

"Um, well…you are!  
Do you really think that 
when you hit me 
as hard as you do sometimes
with things like ...
a metal spatula (the culprit of the new gigantic bruise)
or a leather crop
or a belt
or the fuckinghairbrush
that it doesn't hurt?"

"I just don't think it's healthy
it's not good for your body
for me to be bruising you."

hmmmmm.

"I love you.
But I also do like the marks…
I'm not wanting them all the time,
but sometimes.

Remember, Sir, there is a difference
between hurting me and harming me.
I like being hurt.  
It turns me on…
but,
I appreciate that you aren't harming me."

 to which he simply
smiled at me and
gently caressed my cheek.

Taking It Out On My Ass

Sir's monologue,

"You had better march your ass upstairs,
right now.

<<he stands up and starts walking to the kitchen>>

Here's the thing, fiona.

I'm going to feel better 
because I took it out on your ass…

…and you're going to feel better
because I took it out on your ass…

That is the beauty of all of this.
We'll both feel better.

<<he starts walking back toward me
and I now have a ridiculous smile on my face>>

I'm getting the spatula right now
and if you're smart,
You'll be upstairs before I hit the stairs

<<I'm now up and hauling ass>>

and your pants will be down before 
I get to that room, fiona!"

<<I undo my pants running down the hallway>>

<<I launch myself over the side of the bed 
with my pants around my ankles>>

"Holy Shit, fiona."

<<CLICK>>

He shows me the pic he just took of my
ass from the night before and 
my smile got so much bigger…

right before the spatula 
HIT my ass!

I'm a little proud of my stripes

This showed up on my other cheek,
after he saw the stripes
Sir won't like this bruise…but I do :)

From Dinner to Dessert…The Epiphany

Those moments…

You know, where there is such clarity!

Where you remove yourself,
momentarily
from the situation and think,

"Who knew?"

So my epiphany?

While I was in the midst of being caned…
like twenty to a set and many sets in…

Sir says, "Open your mouth."
and as I do, he puts it onto his rock hard cock.

====== side note ======
I love, Love, LOVE 
that Sir gets hard and 
his cock twitches
every time he spanks me.

I know some of that has to do
with the fact that I moan and respond
every time he spanks me,

but the fact that he's rock hard
is erotic as hell!
====== end side note ======

"Don't suck, hold my cock in your mouth."

He returns to caning me.

It's typically like 15 soft/medium swats
with 3-5
hear the wind whistle
hurt like HELL
hard swats.

But where they stung and
took my breath away before.

With Sir's cock in my mouth…
My focus changes and
I am able to handle the caning
so much better.

It feels
DIFFERENT.

How in the heck is that possible?
How can I possibly feel differently
with the only change is the presence
of a stunningly beautiful
steel-hard cock being held gingerly
in my mouth.

I'm not sucking,
not stroking,
not blowing his cock…
simply holding, reverently.

And the caning becomes an
act of pure
PLEASURE!

Not that I wasn't enjoying it before,
but it's no longer dinner, it's dessert!

Sporatic

OK…so my presence here this month
has been sporadic at best.

I am sorry for that.

I am sorry for my sudden disconnect.

I am not reading much 
and commenting even less.

So…Why you ask?
(or maybe you don't)

Well…life!

I'm moving…
well, not just me,
My kids are moving too…
well, not just us,
My Sir is moving of course as well

This has been a very stressful process.

I don't want to move,
I lovelovelove where I live.
Everything about it.

I hate leaving my friends,
my home, my neighborhood,
my kids friends, 
their schools…

Then there's the whole finding new…
…new schools,
new home,
new doctors,
new foods,
new friends.


So…there's that.

Then there is the addition of illnesses,
mine,
my kids,
my extended family members.

Not to be missed from the list of reasons…
it's May.
That means 
end of year activities
end of sports seasons
end of school awards nights
a child's birthday

SOOOOOOooooooooooo

I have been missing in action.
I miss my connection to y'all.

I miss blogland.

I am getting a brief shot in the arm
with the one day pass of seeing
sofia from In Loving Submission
AND
nilla from VanillaMom's Blog

I'm hugely excited to have a one-day-pass 
of escaping my reality and 
relaxing with blogland friends
(they are super sweet and 
letting me crash their party!)

The Crop And The Consequence

"As someone is in our house,

I can only do this once"

he says as he caresses my ass with the crop.

"Ask me for it, fiona."

"Oh, Sir, please spank me."

"How do you want it?"

"As hard as you can, please, Sir.

I need it." I say

 and for good measure I ask again.

"Please, Sir, spank me as hard as you can."

Sir takes an audible breath of air.

"Oh, fiona, you've never said that before.

Do you know that? 

You've never asked me to spank you 

As Hard As I Can!"

He C.R.O.P.S. my ass…

one wicked hard strike.

and leaves a wonderful stripe!

Sir tells me to stay over his bed, 

with my pants pulled down 

and my panties pulled just below my ass

while he goes downstairs to talk to contractor at our house.

The windows are open and the curtains are pulled wide

it's sunny outside and anyone driving by could see me.

I stay for a very long time and then

Dumbass me…I get to feeling scared

and self conscious and embarrassed.

I stupidly move and close the curtains.

When Sir comes back in,

he notices and is very disappointed.

He walked in to spank me again, but instead…

puts away his implement.

He walks over to his chair and sits.

He's quite.

I feel so disappointed in myself for doing it.

For intentionally not staying where he told me to stay.

He calls me over.

He strips me, gently.

He pushes me to my knees and 

tilts my head and cradles it in his lap.

I ask for his forgiveness.

He tells me he forgives me,

but that there are consequences.

After holding me for a few minutes,

Rubbing my head and soothing me,

He tells me to stand.

He fingers me until I have cum 

dripping down my legs, literally.

He takes me to the closet

Pushes me up against the shelves.

His face next to my ear,

he whispers to me that

I am to stay

(he reaches his hand around and 

begins to play with my nipples)

He will go downstairs

And I am to stay, right here

That I am his to do with as he pleases.

He reaches my nipple and squeezed hard,

then clamps my nipple and attaches it to the 

motherfuckingshelf.

He does the same with the other nipple

Then tells me exactly what a 

good girl should do

all the while, giggling my breasts

which are clamped to the 

motherfuckingshelf.

My head lols onto his shoulder

He leaves,

turning off the light

and shutting the door.

Fortune

Sir's fortune from his lunch…

I Wonder...

I wonder…

How is this relationship
affecting my children?

What will my children think
of the relationship between
their mom and their dad?

Will they remember us
as being loving?
as being in love?
as being affectionate?
as being kind?

Or…

Will they remember us
with me kneeling at his feet (hugging him)?
with his hands in my hair (pulling it)?
our door being locked with any frequency?
fighting with each other (unique, because it almost never happens)?
or just being contented with each other?
hearing the smack of a spank (or smack)?
hearing the moans of extraordinarily satisfying sex?
with my "yes, Sir's" or "no, Sir's"?

Will they think of us as
weird?
strange?
loving?
violent?
controlling?
normal?

Will our choice of TTWD effect my children?

New Blood

OK…

Well, I was looking through my blogroll
to find newer blogs that I enjoy
to nominate for the Liebster Award

AND

I realized that my blogroll is
OLD
and there are a LOT
of blogs that are no longer blogging.

AND I have not got a lot of new blogs to read.

I think it is because I haven't been as active of late

BUT,
I'd like your help.

IF YOU HAVE A NEW BLOG…
and I haven't commented on it ….
probably means that I don't know about it.

PLEASE COMMENT here and let me know.

IF you know of a fabulous new blog,
PLEASE COMMENT here and let me know.

I appreciate your help!!

Liebster Award

Liebster Award

Thanks Bonnie for nominating me.  It is an honor!

I was greeted with an email from Bonnie kindly awarding me with the Liebster award.  I am loving her blog (Bonnie Gets Spanked) and so appreciate her kindness.

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and post a link to their blog on your blog.

2, Display the award on your blog--by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a "widget" or a "gadget".

Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.

5. Nominate 5 - 11 blogs you feel deserve this award, who have less than 1000 followers.

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.

7. List these rules on your post. Once you have written published it, you then have to:

8. Inform people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post so they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it!)

Here are the questions Bonnie asked:

1. What's your favorite TV show?

Hmmmm…The Big Bang Theory, Agents of Shield and Elementary come to mind first.

2. Do you like to travel and what's your favorite place to visit?

Oh YES, I adore travel.  I will travel anywhere!  My favorite is places I get to go with my Sir!
3. Name your favorite alcoholic beverage.

I love cucumber margaritas or a good apple-tini 
4. What is your biggest pet peeve?

Needless drama or judgementalism (ya, totally made that word up)
5.  Do you have any hobbies?

Photography and SEX (no, not together)
6.  Have you ever used any non sexual items for a sexual purpose?

All the time.  Sir will use whatever strikes his fancy or is within reach.
7. What's your favorite kink?

hmmmmmmm….control would probably be my favorite (specifically ceding control)
8. Have you met any other bloggers in person? Who?

I have met sofia…but would LOVE to meet more!  I hope to someday!
9. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

Too many!
10. Where is the strangest/kinkiest/most awesome place you've had sex?

Yikes…i have no idea. We're not especially risqué or adventurous…but

ocean in daytime near a crowded beach, public pool with others around,

hot tub at parents house, in his office during office hours, the car on the road,

11. What do you wear to bed?

Too damn many clothes.  Sir likes me naked and I would prefer it, but with kids,

it's not alway possible.

Eleven Random Things About Myself

1. I've worn a toe ring for the past decade or more

2. I love foreign languages

3. I'm extraverted but becoming more introverted as I age

4. I'm middle aged but my body seriously old (prematurely)

5. Though I'm not in the medical profession, I have a lot of medical knowledge.

6. I have driven all over the country

7. I masturbate way too frequently

8. I never had an orgasm before Sir (and I'm seriously addicted)

9. My toenails are always painted

10. My fingernails never are.

11. I wish I could write better.

And the questions I'd like for my nominees to answer:

1. What's your favorite erotic book?

2. Does anyone in vanilla life know about your kink?

3. What's your favorite sex toy

4. What's your favorite color?

5. Do you prefer cold weather or hot weather?

6. What piece of furniture in your house do you love the most?

7. What's your favorite movie?

8. Has anyone other than your significant other ever spanked you?

9. Do you consider yourself handy?

10. What would be your family and friends reaction to finding out you're kinky?

11. What's your favorite pair of shoes?

Now this is the part that I hate the most…nominating others.  Not because I don't have others I'd like to nominate, I just want to nominate EVERYONE!  But in the spirit of the award, I will nominate the newer bloggers (or newer to me).  Here are four...

Mickey at Blissfully Submissive
subkitty at His Omega
hispetitelle at The Submission of Elle
kitten at There's Magic in the Night
geekie kittie at Lost in Space

If you haven't read these blogs, please click on their name and the link will bring you to their blog.  Check them out!