Family

I have a great family. I have siblings and parents that love me and all get along.  For that I am truly thankful.  They love and support me.  I always have them around me.  It is not this type of family about which I am writing today.  I am writing about the family you choose and who chooses you.  We are not related by blood or by marriage.  There are no genealogical ties that bind.  This family is all the more important because there are no seemingly ties.  There is no reason to call them family save one; we choose them for our own.

My family with Mr. D is bound by commonality and community. They are our friends and so much more than that.  We care for each other and love each other.  If one family member is in need, everyone helps them.  I have no experience with leather or kink families in the official sense.  I have no idea how that works.  But what we have feels like my sense of that.  We have shared some kinky experiences and don’t have to be secretive about who we really are.   I’m fairly new to having a kinky lifestyle outside the bedroom.  My career would be severely impacted if my kinky lifestyle was outed. So, having kink-accepting friends is huge.

Two of our family that I’ve written about drove out to see us a couple weekends ago. El Jefe and Coupe came out from Arizona.  We all met at a local friend’s home to enjoy a BBQ and hang out together.  The boys smoked cigars outside and we talked, ate, drank and enjoyed a nice evening together on the patio.

What strikes me as purely awesome is that during the evening I could snuggle up to whoever would let me. Mr. D knows I’m his and allows me to be me.  I wanted to snuggle up to Coupe, because he’s welcoming and handsome and really, any woman would want to snuggle up to him.  He’s a gentleman and so easy to be around. So, when people got up and a seat next to him was free I took advantage of his place on a loveseat and curled up with him.

Later in the evening we all moved inside to the living room. El Jefe and Coupe occupied the couch so I took a seat between them.  Mr. D was in a solo chair so I couldn’t get my hands on him easily.  I leaned over to El Jefe and was rewarded with him petting me while I snuggled up to him.  This man has the warmest big hands and you can feel how comfortable he is with touch. I’ll tell you, family that you are not actually related to is da’ bomb! I got to snuggle up to two hot men that are completely different while watching my Daddy flirt and banter with an attractive woman all night.  What could be better?

While I was sandwiched between these two men, Mr. D took my picture and sent it to me. He said I was a slut.  His slut, I replied.  So, after a night of cozy fun I got to go home with my man, my Dominant.  Life is so very good.

Instigator – Part III

Mr. D knew that Painted Lady wanted to be flogged, but she was shy and declined.  He was still giving pointers to Coupe and so he said, “Come on up here man, I’ll show you how it feels. Baby girl, will you help?” This was exciting.  I would be able to help please the others.

Coupe took off his shirt and bent over the table.  I stood at his head and ran my hands over his body.  I caressed him and warmed his skin so he would be primed for the flogger.  As I felt him relax I pulled back out of Mr. D’s way.  He flogged Coupe easily and gave him pointers during the flogging. The main point, I think, was to give him a taste so that he could decide if he wanted to be a giver or a receiver in the future. Afterwards, I rubbed him down and stood by in case he needed assistance standing up.

By then, Painted Lady was ready to be flogged.  She took off her dress and left on her panties.  Mr. D had told me that she had been in the lifestyle but wasn’t now.  I caressed her for him as well. He did not go lightly on her. From what I could tell while watching, he gave her quite a bit of what he had given me.  Perhaps the intensity wasn’t as much but I could tell they were both very into it.  As he switched from the flogger to the little whip to the slapper, she grew more and more aroused.  Her hips moved in circles and she was hypnotized by it.  

With both Coupe and Painted Lady I had the opportunity to watch my Love at work.  I got to see him, to watch him wield his weapons and understand more how he gives me the pain and pleasure he does.  He laid the heavy flogger across her back while he used another implement.  I felt its weight just as she did.  I saw his singular focus on her and the task at hand.  I heard his voice talking to the others and watched him hold court.  I was entranced by him. I wanted him and admired him all the more.  It is such a gift that I am his.

After allowing Painted Lady to return to her chair, he asked Goddess if she wished a turn.  I knew she did.  She and I have talked about how much we love this.  When she came up, Mr. D handed the flogger to her husband El Jefe. He rose and Mr. D snuggled next to me.  It was like coming home.  I hadn’t realized how much I missed him beside me until I felt his touch. It was more than my normal need for him.  I’m sure it was the whole evening’s feelings lending to my deeper ache to touch him. We watched the beautiful couple together.  El Jefe is very masculine with broad shoulders and dark hair peppered across his body.  Goddess is tall, taller than me and I’m 5’8″. She has firey dark red hair and gorgeous light blue eyes.  She has long tapering legs and has an erotic aura about her. Watching them dance the dance of the flogger together was quite stirring.

Afterwards, we all talked and shared our thoughts and reflections on the activities of the night.  I am a bit chagrined to mention that I was a little sharp in one comment to Painted Lady.  She made a comment about learning both sides of Dominance and submission, as a way to become a better Dominant. an innocent comment.  I spoke out of turn in response.  I used to think a similar way.  As a submissive, I began my exploration of the lifestyle saying I was a Domme.  But truly I am 100% submissive.  There was no hiding it, I was afraid to admit it and felt very vulnerable until I understood myself more. And Mr. D could never be a submissive.  Could he bottom for someone if needed? Perhaps, but he is a strong Dominant and would not ever change roles.  It is who he is.  I don’t believe one has to try both sides to understand and be skilled in dominating someone.

When we went to our room, we got into bed and Mr. D was on me. He held me passionately and said, “After flogging you, I didn’t want to flog them.  I didn’t want to do anything but take you in here and ravage you.” My heart sang.  I had wanted him to take me from the moment I came back from the pool.  The whole evening had been an agonizing exercise in foreplay.  Our coupling that night was hot and fervent.  I crave the heights of ecstasy we achieve together with a constancy that is ever present.