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Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Sting I Asked For

My cheek lays flat against the carpet, my hands stretched out in front of me.
My knees are bent, tops of my feet laying flat against the carpet also.
He stands, straddling me, facing my feet.
His legs are tight against my waist.

I am an hourglass shaped person so with his legs tight against my waist,
I am unable to move forward or backward.  

He spanks me with his hand.
He spanks gently at first, over my jeans so it is thud, not sting.

He spanks harder, Harder, HARDER.
He focuses down to one spot.
He spanks with determination.

....
....
....

"What do you say?"  He asks

- - - silence - - -

he waits patiently, pinning me with his strong legs.
"the hairbrush please," I whisper.

WHAT??  
What am I thinking?  
What is wrong with me?

I think I surprised him, I sure as hell surprised me!
He chuckles.

...
...
...

Mental note to self:  
Even through jeans, the wooden hairbrush can sting like a bee!

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After I was well spanked, he has me reach up touch his erection.  
"Sometimes you wonder if I enjoy spanking you.  Don't."

Friday, February 8, 2013

Bruises


OK...so they're not deep,
             they're not large, 
                                  but

           THEY
                 ARE
                     THERE

           Wahooooo.  
         I have bruises.  

We had a hell of a fuck last night.  
There was spanking,  
         there was sucking.
He pulled and pinched and slapped and 
ohsweetjesus it was good great 

       abso-fucking-amazing!

and this morning...
for the first time EVER,

I have bruises 
on my breasts!

(Can you tell that I'm excited??)

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Real Submission

After waxing on about what real love looks like to me, I found an immediate tie to my thoughts and growth in submission.

So while I have always been a submissive at heart
Hahahahahaha ...
oh, ohmygod, I just peed a little, I laughed so hard.
NOPE, I can't even pull that off.
Let's just call a spade a spade.

When Sir and I got together, I was SOOOOOO far from being submissive.  I was BEYOND in control of all aspects of my life.   We played with D/s during the first month of being sexually active together.  We had plenty of vanilla love making, we also had kink.  Oh, those were the days, we fucked like bunnies...actually, bunnies had NOTHING on us!  Seriously!  Oh, I digressed.  Where was I?

I ALWAYS enjoyed loved reveled in and craved being sexually submissive to him, but never dreamed of being submissive in ANY other way.  When I started being submissive, as a switch..it was moments of submission that were scene dependent.  It was monetarily in it's application.  I didn't mind being Dominant in a scene with him, in part because I saw his pleasure.  I, however, NEVER fantasize about being dominant.

When our roles solidified into D/s with him being Dominant and me being submissive, I was all in.  Now that doesn't mean I became helpless or incapable or asked permission to think.  It did mean that it spilled out of our scene, out of our bedroom, out of sex and into our life.  But it wasn't real submission.

It was puppy submission, if you will.
    It was submission with strings.
         I will submit and please you IF you please me similarly.
                I will pleasure you As Long As you pleasure me, too.
                      I will be happy to provide service With The Proviso That
                      you will acknowledge my service appropriately.
                           
And when those conditions didn't happen, I felt like I was being cheated.  I was being neglected.  I kept a mental checks and balances in my head, kind of.  Yes, looking back, I don't feel proud of my submission (or my behavior), but I can see it for what it was.  It was my puppy submission.

I think that puppy submission is part of the reason I used to be so cheeky...intentionally wanting him to pay attention to me because I was paying attention to him.  It was my way of keeping score and keeping my strings attached.

I also can see how my submission has grown and matured.  I am finding myself submitting. (period)  I want to submit and if I am able to serve, I am happy with my service.  I am not keeping a tit-for-tat.  Now, I also acknowledge that I am fortunate that my submission is returned with both acknowledgement and Dominance.  But I work hard in finding satisfaction in my act of submitting and being content with my actions, PERIOD.

As with most things, I believe there is a submission continuum.  I am not on either end of that continuum, but I'm moving from one side toward the other.    I'm maturing and moving from puppy submission toward true submission.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Real Love

OK, so I was at church and the reading was 1 Corinthians 13, you know ...

                            Love is patient, love is kind... love never fails.

The sermon was phenomenal, one of those that really spoke to me.
So as I digested it and this is what I got...

Love isn't two sided.  

              Not REAL love.

Puppy love can be.
    I love you if you love me.
          I give to you because you give to me.  
               I do this for you and expect you to do this for me.
                     Tit for Tat.

Real Love is
     no-strings attached.
          It's one sided.
               It's a statement from me to you.

I
Love
You.  
(period)...
no ifs, ands, or buts

Now, ideally, love will be mutual - give and receive...
      but if not, I still love you.

Love never fails, if it's real love.

Monday, February 4, 2013

My Hand

"Roll on your back," he says.

He's rubbing pussy.

"Give me your hand."

He positions MY hand on my pussy, then pushes my finger through the folds

"Touch yourself - masturbate for me."

Gently his hand moved back up, stopping to circle around my bellybutton then dip inside...making me squirm.

He moves his hands up to my nipples - rolling, tugging, kneeding, squeezing.

"Move your fingers inside...I want to hear.  Are you wet?"

Oh, my pussy was overflowing with the natural silicone that changes my pussy from being dry and textured to being smooth and slip-and-slide soaked

"We need to do this more often. You don't masturbate enough for me."

"It's because I suck at it." I say

"Well, we'll have to practice.  I want you to masturbate for me - feel this?  (he pushes MY fingers inside my pussy and covers them in juice)  I like it.  I want you to touch yourself more often.  I want to hear you pleasuring yourself."

He mounts me, stops, looks down at me as his cock enters.
"Oh fiona - you are wet.  You are gushing.  You are such a slut.  Look how wet you got just by touching yourself.  Oh, you are a good girl."