Category: D/s

Pets and training

A lot of things happen to me on our stairwell. Richard has grabbed me and fucked me there a few times, and photographed me (including I think the first pic of me posted on this blog, right before a spanking, and one in my “wiggle dress”). A couple of days ago we were walking down it, having a discussion about my collar, and I got in trouble right there on the stairs (Richard is planning to write about this, so I won’t say anything else about it.) Anyway. I was walking down the stairs yesterday morning, to make coffee and…

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Trust and Total Power Exchange

Richard is lying next to me, sleeping. Usually he works on his laptop while I nap (I need more sleep than him), so it is a rare treat to be able to watch him while he’s sleeping. He is the handsomest man in the world. I really do need to take some pictures of him for the blog, so that you can all agree with me. Today we went to Costco to get some things for an upcoming weeklong camping trip and to pick up prescriptions – migraine meds for me and an Epi-pen for Richard, who has an amazingly…

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A Thank You From Megan

Hi guys! Bet you didn’t expect to see another post from me here. This should teach you to let me remain part of your blog! [insert delighted smirk here] Readers, you might remember Amy mentioning that when she started exploring BDSM, I had the wonderful pleasure of guiding her a little bit, as I’ve been in the lifestyle for nearly a decade. I’ve noticed that she praises my wisdom far too much. Here’s a peek at the dynamic reversed! Let’s go back a year in time. I was half a year shy of the end of my 6 year marriage…

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Morning

I woke up early, and Amy snuggled in close under the duvet; the morning sharp and cold.  She slipped both hands around my cock, murmured something, and drifted back to sleep. We lay like this for a half hour, maybe an hour.  I enjoyed the feeling of my erection between her cool palms, and did not sleep. I planned to cum in her.  No hurry, plenty of time. I flipped her off me onto her side, facing away from me.  I placed one hand between her shoulder blades, and pushed, and with the other reached between her thighs to seize…

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New Orleans Redux

We are in New Orleans for a few days, our first time back for more than two years (the early trip is documented in our blog archives).  It’s different this time. We are here with another man. Our teenage son. Bwahahahahaha.   By the way, I didn’t mean to go all “O. Henry” on you in my last post.  I originally planned NOT to say that it was my sister we had dinner with.  But I realized that a) it’s just too cool not to mention, and b) the odds of her ever reading this are infinitely small.  I will…

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A Show of Hands

I make Amy ask for permission when she wants to use the bathroom.  She used to glare at me, and mutter and scowl, but she did it.  Now it’s ingrained, pretty much a reflex. So now I’ve started making her raise her hand, when she wants permission to go to the bathroom.  No hand raised, she doesn’t get acknowledged. I like it.  It’s like she’s back in grade school.

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Bring it on home

I was away from home on business for a week, the longest Richard and I have ever been apart. Luckily I was really busy, or I would have spent all my time pining. I think maybe Richard was pining the whole time.  🙂 I came home very late at night and it was heavenly to be swooped up in his big, strong arms. He drove me home from the airport and I chattered at him about every single thing that happened on the trip and then nuzzled up against his shoulder and told him over and over again how much…

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