Our D/s part of our relationship has waned. It’s a matter of stressors and too many people in our home. We have no alone time to speak of. So, we have urgent but attemptedly quiet sex for the most part.
It didn’t feel like I should write about that. It isn’t the most passionate situation to write about. With my son and my best friend in the rooms next to ours, we are hampered. We have two more months of no free time to go. I love my friend and am so grateful Daddy has allowed me to have her in our home for this short stay, still…it’s hard. I have felt like our kink was perfunctory and our lifestyle gone. But I need to write about this struggle so that something of our lifestyle lives on in the now.
Daddy did something so incredibly sexy yesterday. He set up a rig out back with zip-tied cuffs on a punching bag frame. Everyone in the home was gone for about an hour. He cuffed me in with my arms over my head. He told me, I’d be whipped publicly for all to hear. It was in our new back yard. My heart skipped a beat. I was nervous but god I wanted this. As he pulled down my pants so my thong and ass were showing, I looked around us. Our new but annoyingly vocal neighbor’s upstairs window looked right down on us. I was concerned. Even as Daddy started to spank me, I despaired. We had just moved in and I didn’t want trouble.
He rubbed my ass and said, “You are nervous but I know you’re excited too. I’m so hard already.” Damn it, for that window! I wanted this so fucking badly. He took the flogger to me then. The sting felt so good, so welcome but I couldn’t stop stressing about the damned neighbor.
Daddy sensed I was too quiet so he checked in with me. I told him about the neighbor’s windows and my fears. After a minute he took me down and we put the fun toys away. At least we took my private collar and the cuffs up to our room. The whole toy bag has been in the garage since we moved in here two months ago.
Daddy’s shoulder was hurting him anyway so in hindsight I’m glad we didn’t continue, he would have been in a lot more pain. Trying to eek a kinky lifestyle out of a family life is no laughing matter. We both want it. Fuck, yes, we do. We’re just not having much success at the moment.