Sex Night!

Does it matter that my son doesn’t get picked up until 7pm? Nope!

Does it matter that I’m still on my period? Nope!

Does it matter that I’m sick and breathing is a challenge? Heck No!

It’s kid-free night!

I’m exhausted but damn it, I’m going to have 5 fucking minutes of fucking alone time fucking with my Honey. That’s right!

My roommate has been gone for days and she’s going to walk in the fucking minute my son leaves the house, but do I care? Fuck no!

Deal with it people, I get to have sex tonight!

Wooo!!!!!!!!

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One Day – Today

I am headed back to work today from checking on my son and running a couple errands.  The life of a mom and wife is one of many small things. My son is going through a very hard time with school.  Dialing him in to this new phase of his life is proving challenging for me.  I worry about him and am doing all I can to get him back to being successful and fulfilled.

Alternatively, Daddy and I are doing well at having our lives merged back together.  We’re running errands together, doing projects on the weekends, and I do my best to cook dinner or plan dinner most nights. Daddy helps by smoking or BBQing meat on the weekend.  Adding a roommate and my son to our joined lives has taken a toll on our sex life but I think the married life part is working well.

My work and Daddy’s work have both ramped up in the last several months.  He has finished up his last position (mostly) and is moving into his new one. He is sometimes buried, sometimes stressed and sometimes elated at how they are receiving him and acknowledging his work.  Generally, he is taking it all in stride and I’m doing my best to support him as I can.

I may take a new job.  It would be more pay, but I love what I do and where I do it.  It concerns me to move positions when my son is going through issues. We’ll see.

The lifestyle…well, it will come back.  God, I hope it will.  I have faith, mainly because I want it so badly and I know Daddy does too.  It binds us together.  It draws the best from us.  It lights us on fire.

Patience girl, patience.

Good Morning

So, what to write while we’re living the Vanilla Life? I’ve been thinking about writing about lifestyle things like Sub vs Slave or What’s the Difference Between a Good 1950’s Wife and a Submissive?

I’m over this not-writing thing. I miss writing. I miss a lot but writing is essential to my being and I haven’t been doing it. I need the outlet. So, I’ll wing it until something good comes along. I’ve been keeping up with my no-porn masturbation.

I had the strangest fantasy the other night while masturbating. Mr. D ordered me to strip in front of some friends. This part had actually happened. That was the real life anchor. After that I strayed into fantasy as the girls in the scene tweaked and played with my nipples until I came for Daddy. I love, love, love nipple play. But with two women I am not attracted to? I guess it was a take back to a time Daddy made me feel intensely submissive. It also helped that there was some exhibition involved.

So, that’s it for now. A short bit sweet hello. Talk with you soon, I hope!

Two Times a Slave

We finally had alone time. The kid was gone, the roommate downstairs. I didn’t care what she heard, fuck it. I wanted us, I wanted him.

I don’t remember the beginning, because as Daddy says, I don’t write anymore. This happened days ago and the details fade. But I do remember the orgasms. I remember he took he and made me his again. I remember the heat, the pain and the joining.

He used the damned Hitachi on me. It vibrates and overcomes whatever blocks or distractions my mind throws in front of it. His fingers pumped inside me while the vibrations took me away. It was such a shuddering and strong orgasm. Daddy was pleased.

After he fucked me, we were lying on the bed catching our breath. I don’t recall what started it but he began teasing me again. Then he started the Hitachi again. No, not again!, I thought. But yes, he wanted it and he was going to have it. “What, don’t you want more?” He taunted.

“No, Daddy, no.”

“Daddy’s not here now.” When he is in command of me I know he is Master.

“Master, yes Master.”

“That’s better.” The vibration was turning the tide.

“What are you?” He asked.

“Your slave. Your wife.”

“That’s right, good slave.” He pushed the Hitachi into me harder.

“No, Daddy please!” I squirmed away from it.

“Daddy’s not here. You’re having a problem remembering who I am. I’ve neglected your training.”

“No Master.” It was my fault, not his. But I couldn’t argue, that was not my place and yet how could my error be his? My mind was twisting and the predicament was spinning me. The vibrations continued.

“You’re telling me no?” He wheedled.

“No Daddy. Please Daddy…Master.” Oh I was so jumbled. I stopped talking, it was getting me nowhere fast.

“Ok then…” He pulled the vibe off and I sighed in relief until he put it right back on at the higher speed. “Since you want this over with, this will get it done that much faster.” I heard the evil twinkle in his eyes rather than saw it. The vibrations took me right back into the fray. I was surprised. My traitor of a body was doing exactly what he wanted. Soon I shook with another orgasm.

“You didn’t want to do it but I made you anyway. I am proud of you though, you haven’t given me two orgasms in a long time.” He straddled me and pushed his cock inside me. “You said Daddy when you should have said Master. Now count for me slave.” His hand was poised over my breast. Oh, this was going to hurt.

The first stinging strike to my nipple went straight through my body. It hurt so much. “One Daddy.” I tried to hold it together. I wanted to get away from the pain. He slapped the other nipple. “Two Daddy!” I squirmed and he thrust into me. God, if he would just keep fucking me and stop the strikes I would be in heaven. Another strike. “Three Daddy.” Nipple torture is nothing like anything else. There’s no soft start or warm up, the pain is immediate.

He kept striking and I kept counting. God, I hoped it would stop soon. I’m sure I was gushing around his cock…again with the damned traitorous body, but I wanted the pain to end. “Nine Daddy!” Ten followed quickly after and then he thrust hard and fast until he came deep inside me.

God, I needed that.

Why?

Why is it when I’ve had a trying day that I want Him? I want him to hold me and love me. Also, though, I want him to beat me. I want the pain to bloom across my ass. I want the rushing heat to banish any other thought. I want the world beyond his reach to cease. I want to feel and live for only him.

That is what I want.

Merry Christmas to Me

A post from Daddy:

Home, Honey-dos, new house, Holidays, kid, and roommate….  Doesn’t make for many opportunities to demand Service.  Last night My Slut and I had alone time for the first time in a very long time.  We worked long and hard on the house preparing for company and the Holidays and after said day we turned in.   She massaged my legs with lotion, I asked her if she wanted a spanking and she said she always wanted a spanking.

I told her to remove her pants and lay face down on the bed.   I laid across her legs at the knees and massaged her ample ass.   Warming to my touch I kissed it and started to lightly tap her bum.  Rapid tapping ensued though not hard.  Still warming and alternatively rubbing to excite the flesh.  Her ass was glowing warm and I slapped her ass and rubbed away the sting.  Over and Over and Over I slapped and rubbed, eliciting gasps and moans equally.  I was as mesmerized by the gasps as her moans.  My cock was hard and dripping pre-come.    I used my fingertips to circle and trace the curves of her ass and dug my fingers into her back.

I spanked her – needing her gasps and squeals as she hugged the pillows.  I was not gentle but was not completely unkind in my ministrations.  Her ass stung and she squirmed.  I wanted her.  I always want her but I needed her.  I pulled my palm paddle and told her to count.  One Daddy, the sting was intense.  Two Daddy, face in the pillow.  Three Daddy, I could her hear tears.  Four Daddy, Eight Daddy, and Ten Daddy and I heard her relief just before I gave the Eleventh…   On it went.  She held it together but barely and when I gave her number twenty she was putty.   I shook off the paddle and caressed her with my fingertips.  Then rubbed her ass vigorously.

I shifted and demanded she open her legs.  Lift your ass I commanded and she did.  I spit on her puckered chocolate star and buried my face and tongue in her ass.  She was bucking.  I slid a finger in her sex and my tongue in her ass.  She begged for me to fuck her.

Roll over I said and I tongued her clit.  Licking it hard and in long strokes followed by tender touches and the tip of my tongue.  I could not wait another second and I slammed my cock into her!   She cooed.  Her eyes were in the back of her head and I was slowly pulling from the depths of her sex as her hands pulled at me to pound her again.  I slowly took what was rightfully mine and dared her to challenge me.  Our eyes met and we were one.  Not in some corny BS way – we were in the moment and all I ever wanted was in her eyes.

We rutted again and it was hard and animalistic and I quickly filled her with my come.  I was sated; wrapped in her embrace and basking – I was finally home.  Truly home with my Baby Girl, My Slut, and My Muse.  Merry Christmas to me.

Write or Perish

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.