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Author: Marie

257 – Out of sight, out of mind – Fiction

“I have decided to keep you in the chastity belt for a good long time. I want to start using you, my beautiful slut wife, only for your back hole skills. I have given this a lot of thought and I believe it will be good for both of us. I believe the best way for you to learn how to ignore your pussy as much as I intend to ignore it, is by having it covered the majority of the time. Out of sight, out of mind!”

When Sir said “covered,” he meant with my chastity belt. He ordered it on soon after we finished our breakfast the morning he made his announcement.

As he locked it in place, he said, “this will be good for you to learn to be even more submissive in all ways. Lately it seems your pussy has just become entirely too needy. You think with your cunt and not with your mind. You seem to think that your submission is just for sex, but you are my submissive all the time and in all ways. Correct?”

As he spoke i couldn’t help but think what he said was true. My pussy had become needy and i wasn’t sure anymore if i was serving my Sir because i wanted to, or because she wanted me to. My puss knew if i did good, he would reward her with the orgasms she loved to get. So was my submission of my own volition or her neediness?!

So when Sir asked if he was correct, i knew he was. i told him i was happy to submit myself to him in ALL ways, and if that meant no pussy then no pussy he shall receive. But that was nearly a month ago now, and this has been harder than i imagines! i yearn for my pussy to have escape and to be touched.

i have spent more hours IN chastity than OUT! And every hour out has been highly supervised where i heard, “I can’t trust you to not touch your pussy. I think you will give it the attention and satisfaction you think it needs.”

Unfortunately no truer words were spoken. Admittedly, had i even received 2-minutes of unsupervised and uncovered minutes, my pussy would absolutely be satisfied and dripping with the biggest orgasm i have had in a long time… perhaps ever.

Oh don’t misunderstand me, i have had orgasms during this month. But all were a direct result of my anal hole being fucked and deriving all good and pleasurable things from that sexual stimulation alone. My Sir hasn’t even played with my clit or allowed that type of orgasm.

In fact, one evening, he took the belt off and told me he was going to make love to me. He told me to “lay on the bed on your back. I want to take you now my love.” And my heart absolutely melted. i was already naked, so it took just a second for me to lay down and spread my legs.

As he came towards me, he saw how wet my pussy was as it glistened with pre-cum juice. His eyes moved from my wet pussy to my smiling face where he said, “that is a beautiful looking pussy. But I meant it when I told you that I’m now turning you into my anal-only slut wife. You need to learn to find pleasure in receiving my cock into your ass, and not into your desperate pouty looking pussy. Do I make myself clear?”

With a disappointed look and a pity face that matched my pussy, i responded dutifully with the expected, “Yes Sir.”

He became slightly irritated and said, “if you’d rather not feel and enjoy my cock at all, I can certainly arrange that.”

“Oh no Sir, please use my holes in any way that you find desirous. i love pleasing you Sir, i only just wish i would get to enjoy your cock in my pussy too.”

With that, he lay down between my legs and on my chest where i felt his rock hard cock against my belly and even pressing on the top of my clit too and he kissed me deeply. He told me how he knew what i desired, but he also knew what he felt was best. He told me how good i was and how much he loved me. Oh how I love to please my Sir! My pussy was throbbing and so wet!

While every man can press his cock into whichever hole he wants without even looking, my Sir pulled back from me and sat back onto his legs. He was indeed looking at my holes and when he said, “I want to be sure to press my beautiful cock into the right hole. I don’t want any miscommunication happening by accidentally pressing myself into your needy cunt because your anal hole is the only hole I want anymore!”

And with that, i felt the tip of his cock press against my anus and start to move inside. With nearly a month of anal-only, my ass has started to accept him willingly and open up for him more easily. It doesn’t hurt at all as my ass has stretched and learned to accommodate him at the very touch of the tip of his beautiful cock!

He pressed in and past my sphincter muscle, where gratefully he has almost always paused for me to catch my breath, and he did again this time too. But as soon as he could feel my entire body muscles all relax, he pressed into me fully and as deeply as he could. i felt his balls hit the outside of my ass as his cock was buried deep inside me.

After he was sure he hit the right hole, he laid back down on my chest where we were face to face and close together. He hadn’t pinned or restrained me physically really, but we both knew i wouldn’t move without permission or direction. His arms and chest surrounded me and made me feel warm and loved as he pressed his cock in and out of my anal hole with passionate slow loving motions. He kissed me deeply too. He moved from my face and into my neck where i heard him say, “you are the most magnificent submissive slut wife I could have ever asked for!”

To which i responded, “oh thank you Sir for your love and kind words. i love how you chose to use me. Your cock feels perfect inside me Sir!”

He pressed his lips down onto my boob, licking hard at it, and then pulling on my nipple with his teeth. It made me groan and arch my back in pleasure.

As he let go of my nipple, it came out of his mouth with a big ‘pop’ sound and slapped back down to my chest. It was a pleasurable pain and i moaned into his ear with thanks.

With that, he raised up on his arms and started to truly focus on fucking me. i couldn’t tell if he was intent on making love to me for me, or for him. It didn’t really matter, he was happy and that made me happy. i truly love being his slut wife and being used in a way that’s ultra pleasing to him. I derive my joy from his! Always!

While he started slowly, he started picking up speed. He was moving in and out of my ass with intention. Now i knew the love making ended and the fucking was beginning. My job is to take every bit he gives me, and be joyous in it while willingly urging him to give me more!

And that’s what i did too! “Please Sir, give me all of your cock! Get it deep inside my ass. Fuck me harder than ever before!”

And that got him really focused. i stared into his eyes as he became laser focused on his desires to fill my ass with his cum. i started begging for it. “Please Sir, fill me up! i want to drip your seed from my ass all day long. Give it to me!”

With that though, he decided it was time to flip me over. He pulled out and sat back, taking a breath of air as he said, “turn over and up on all 4’s. NOW bitch!” i adore his pet names for me when he is in the passion of the moment. i know what i am to him at this moment, and that is his needy bitch in heat!

He pressed his cock toward my opening, but i could feel it was my pussy and not my ass. i wasn’t sure if he knew or if i should say something really. i so BADLY wanted to have him use my cunt and not just my ass, but if i am nothing else, i am a good submissive slut wife!

As he started to press in all the way, i laid down on the bed forcing his cock out. He slapped down hard on my ass and yelled out, “you dumb bitch! What the fuck was that? You don’t ever get to deny my cock in your ass!”

i tried to object and to explain, “but Sir….”

He slapped my ass again, harder than the first and said, “NO! Get back in position before I punish you for making me lose focus on my desire to fill your ass with my seed!”

And i got back into position without another word. But he started to press into the wrong hole once again. While i so desperately wanted it to be his right hole, i knew he wouldn’t agree that it was.

So i took another approach and sat up on my knees. And insisted on getting my words out, “But Sir… you are penetrating the wrong hole.”

“The wrong hole? I am taking your ass and leaving that pouty needy cunt untouched! Don’t tell me your ass is the wrong hole!”

“No. Sir, i mean to say you were pressing against my pussy opening and about to penetrate me there. As much as i wish it were the right hole, i know in my heart that’s not how you want to take me anymore. i wanted to make you aware before it was too late.”

With that, he grabbed my chin and pulled my head around to him as far as it would go. He pressed his tongue into my mouth and kissed my mouth with passion. When he was done kissing me he said, “you are an amazing slut wife. I love how you are beginning to accept my decision to only use your back-hole now. Thank you for telling me.”

He then pressed me back onto position on all 4’s and used his hand to guide his cock back onto what he deemed the right hole, my ass hole. When he pressed slowly all the way in again, he held himself there for just a minute. He pressed his chest down onto my back and i felt his hands come around either of my sides and cup my big boobs. One boob filling each hand. And he began to use them as leverage to move in and out of my ass. Soon he started to push and pull on my tits as he was pumping my ass faster and faster. i felt his balls bang up against my clit, and while it felt so titillating, it was such a reminder that my clit nor my puss was going to be used tonight at all. He started going as fast and hard as he could, and my boobs were on fire as he squeezed and pulled on them harder and harder too. He was pulling them taut to allow himself to pull back as far as possible, then he slammed his cock deep into my ass and he repeated. He did this over and over, as fast as he could too.

It was just a matter of minutes before i felt the need to orgasm. This was such a huge turn on and i heard myself begging, “Please Sir, may i cum?”

He didn’t respond. He was so focused on willing himself closer to orgasm too. i know from past times that i am NOT allowed to orgasm without his express approval, so i focused on holding in my desires… as best i could anyway. But the urge to orgasm was becoming too much as he pumped my ass more and more, so i begged with more intensity. “Pleaseeee Sirrrr, may i cum NOW? i can’t hold it in any more.”

He grunted out, “No. You are my anal whore and I want you for one-single-reason- right NOW!”

As he said “now,” he pressed deep into my ass and held himself there. i felt his cock flex in my ass where i knew he unloaded his cock fully into my ass. He filled me with his hot cum.

i was grateful to be his cum dump when it happened, as i barely managed to NOT orgasm (without permission) myself . While i SO wanted and even needed to orgasm, i had no desire to be punished for it either. i could tell that tonight was about him and his needs, not my own.

Sir finally pulled his cock out of my ass and fell onto the bed beside me. i collapsed into his arms as he opened them for me saying, “come here my sweet love.” ilove how he calls me the names that so fit in the moment. i know i am his anal bitch, slut wife, submissive whore, but i am also the love of his life, the submissive wife of his dreams, and his sweet love.

We laid there a minute when he asked if i enjoyed serving him. Of course i did! And i told him so. i also took this time to ask him, “Sir, while i love serving you in any capacity you see fit, including denial of my own orgasm, you’ve never told me why you want only anal sex. Do you not love my pussy anymore?”

His hand cupped my chin and pressed my head back so that i was looking him in the eye. He said, “oh my sweetheart, I very much love your pussy. I just need to teach you some lessons right now. This has been a very long test for you. And while you are getting better, unfortunately you aren’t quite there yet either.”

He continued, “your entire body needs to submit to me fully. Before we put the chastity belt on your needy cunt and before I started limited your ability to receive pussy orgasms for this last month, you served me when you wanted to. You seem to only be a good submissive when you want to have your pussy played with and to achieve your own needy orgasm.”

i was in a bit of shock as he said this, as i wholly didn’t see it that way.

But he saw my surprise and said, “Before you go thinking I am wrong, think about it more deeply. Even tonight, when I told you I was going to make love to you, your eyes lit up. And when I reminded you I was only going to use your back hole, you and your pussy both began to pout. You tried to get your way instead of being happy to serve me in any way, especially in the way I wanted you to!”

He continued even more, “of course, you did speak the truth to me when I nearly penetrated your puss. I did that on purpose to see how needy and selfish you’d be, but to my surprise, you didn’t allow me inside your puss and owned your position tonight. That was a huge test that you passed.”

As he said all this, i was shocked even more to know that he didn’t accidentally try to press his cock into my pussy but rather he was testing me! i wasn’t sure how i felt about this, but i did know how right he was. i hadn’t been the best submissive wife i could be, but really rather selfish lately. There was nothing to say as these realizations settled upon me.

He smiled and said, “Don’t beat yourself up too much sweet girl, as you are getting better. Tonight was the best it’s been in awhile. Unfortunately though, you and I both know you aren’t quite there and your training needs to continue. So before you do officially fail to submit to me, let’s get you cleaned up and back in your belt!”

He watched me wash myself and when i was clean and dry he said, “now go lay on the bed and let’s get your needy pussy locked back in her place. One day she will learn to be grateful when she’s used, and not so sad or rejected when she’s not.”

As i laid down on the bed, where Sir had already laid the belt out, my legs straddled the metal. The belt around my hips and the strap through my legs were all too familiar now. Sir pulled the strap up and over my pussy where the cold steel was laid on top of my mound and covered her up. And then the sides were pulled into place too. All that was left was to wait to hear the tell tale sound of the lock clicking into place, which it did just a minute later.

He stood back and said, “oh my chastity queen, you look simply beautiful! I love seeing you in nothing but a belt that only I have the key to!”

“Now, I am really rather tired after this workout I’ve had tonight and we have work tomorrow, so let’s snuggle in for a good night’s sleep. Maybe in another month we can see if you are ready to submit your entire body to me fully and 100%. Until then, I’ll continue your anal use and ignore that pussy.”

i won’t lie, i had hoped he’d at least touch my clit as he locked her up. i guess my submission is not as complete as i would like to think. Alas, maybe one day…. Just not THIS day.

And with that, he climbed in bed beside me, turned off the light, and said, “I love you so dearly my love. Sleep well.”

“You too Sir. Thank you Sir for all you do for me!”

And i fell asleep wearing nothing but my chastity belt and wrapped in my Sir’s arms.

Hugs,

Marie

256 – Friday – my New (Old) Normal

This week is mostly done. And so far, i have held myself together … mostly. Okay, kinda sorta.

And so far, i have escaped a spanking. Mostly. Unless you count Maintenance Friday, then i definitely did NOT escape a spanking. (It hurt! It needed to. i truly needed it to. i was much happier afterward. Helped to screw my head on straight!)

But before this morning…. My emotions have been ALL over the place. i’ve been extremely happy for our son, extremely sad for me, and incredibly angry and annoyed with David.

But then also incredibly in love and happy with David too.

David has made me very well aware that i am NOT using the word Sir enough. He’s made me aware that i am “only a submissive when (i) want to be!” And he’s allowed me to be emotional. He’s allowed me to be a Mom who is sad and NOT the best submissive wife i desire to be.

But then he reminded me of the commitment I made to be submissive by spanking me today. On this Friday. We resumed Maintenance.

This week, another submissive blogger than i follow (and admire) blogged about respect. It stuck. She wrote some good stuff and it made me start thinking about how DISrespectful i have been this week.

She mentioned that the #1 thing men seek in a wife is one who shows respect to him. And related, the man wants her to show appreciation for him too. i did a google search and found a LOT of support for what she wrote. It may inspire me to write more about respect another day. But for now…. It reminded me today that i need to be more respectful.

i need to adopt and accept my new normal. And that new normal is more respectful, appreciative, and responsive to David! i mean, he is my #1! If it weren’t for him, i wouldn’t have a son at all to be happy or sad about!

In this new normal, i was spanked this Friday morning. Okay, so that’s the old normal too, but it was good to have a reminder that i need to: 1) respect for the way we do things is still the right way, 2) respect for David as the man of my life, and 3) my Son is in his place living his best life.

And that spanking is my grounder. i am spanked because i need it. i am a better woman, wife, and mother after i show respect by saying Sir, loving my husband, and ….

Getting naked in my living room every night now too. Yep, that’s part of my new normal too!

There’s good AND bad when things change. But accepting and even embracing the new normal is the way forward. In the nude. In my living room, with David staring at my boobs, touching my clit, and denying me the orgasm i seek.

i love it! My new and old normal!

Hugs,

Marie

255 – All aboard… the emotional train wreck

If today is any indication of what the rest of the week holds, i am already SURE that this week will end up with me in trouble. And i will be shocked if i don’t end up being spanked. Hard.

What’s more is… a spanking may help ground me.

Despite knowing this will be where i end up, i don’t see any real way to head it off at the pass! i am now just accepting it for what it is.

It is what it is.

What the heck am i talking about? yea, well….

This week, on Wednesday, we are taking our only child (son) to college. And I am full of emotions…. happy, sad, stressful, weak, strong, bossy, organized, hanging on while letting go … i am being “that Mom” right now who can’t hold it together.

This morning i almost got into a fight with David… over toilet paper. Yeah, TP! i thought the toilet room had a run out, so i went to get more from the stash in the garage. On my way back David says, “there’s some in there.” i’m like, “No, just ran out.”

He jumps in front of me and goes to look. Yes, i missed it. There was a 4-pack in there. And i got irritated and said, “Were you just wanting to prove me wrong or what?”

Yea, that didn’t make him happy. He gave me a lecture about how i only want to submit when it’s convenient for me and that’s not how it’s supposed to work. The whole time he was talking i was thinking, “yea, right. Whatever.”

I was smart enough to NOT say that out loud, which saved my ass.

Later at work, i texted him saying, “i’d like to talk about this morning but i can’t find any way to say something that is respectful.”

He texted back, “I should’ve realized you are stressed this week, so much so that you are in your own world and oblivious to your surroundings.”

Well, that angered me too. i mean, it might’ve been true but i sure didn’t think so! But again, i was smart enough to not say anything.

That’s how my Monday morning and week started.

Wednesday will be tough. There are some positives to being an empty nester, namely our D/s dynamic will be easier.

Then Thursday will happen too. i have an initial meet and greet set up to meet a potential 2nd Dom. David knows and approves. He knows a lot about me already, including that i have a chastity belt. He told me to wear it to coffee. Not sure yet if i will. We will see what happens. One step at a time. This happened after David told me he wanted to learn to spank/discipline more effectively. i decided to see if i could make that happen and here we are with a potential match. Maybe that spanking that i think is inevitable will be delivered by this new Dom. Time will tell.

By Friday, i may be sad or flat out depressed without my son. i may be ecstatic with a potential new Dom. i may be exhausted from a draining week. All i know for sure is that this much chaos in one week usually adds up to be a recipe for disaster and usually leads to me running my mouth in a bad way which usually gets myself spanked.

So while i see a train wreck of emotions about to happen for me, and trouble on the other side, i don’t know how to change it. i don’t want to NOT feel emotions this week, but i don’t want to do it at my bottom’s expense either!

i hope i survive!

Hugs,

Marie

254 – Submission choosing me… (to pick the margaritas)

i have said that “i didn’t choose submission, that submission chose me.” In this post, i intend to expand on that entire thought….

When i think back to my younger days, and even all the way back to my childhood, i would say that while i didn’t recognize it as such at the time, i have always had a submissive personality. i even contemplated the nature vs nurture thing here, and i honestly don’t know which it is.

What i know is, i have always been and always will be a submissive.

In trying to organize my thoughts on how to expand on this, i did a search of “personality traits of a submissive.” i then read through quite a few of the articles, and many of the sites portrayed being submissive as a negative thing. Many made it seem as if all submissives are in abusive relationships and need to be saved. One even said to seek therapy and “aggressive counseling.” i laughed at that one! If you couldn’t guess already, i am NOT abused, NOT in need of save for or therapy. Okay, maybe the therapy, but still. Lol!

While i can see that it could and probably does happen in some relationships (that a submissive is taken advantage of and/or is abused), this isn’t how it has to be or always is. And i would think the opposite is true too, that a dominant person could be taken advantage of and/or abused. i guess i would say that it just shouldn’t be assumed that submissive = abused. i know that’s not true for me for sure!

That said, i did find several articles that listed a lot of traits that i’d say pretty well define me, and i compiled my own listing in the process. Here’s my list along with some dialogue too!

Now to expand on those things above, as it relates to me personally

PEOPLE PLEASER (or “conflict avoidance”)

One character trait that shows up on every personality test i have ever taken is that i am a people pleaser. i like to see people happy and to the extent that i can make that happen, i do.

The old adage that says, “you can’t make all the people happy all the time,” is absolutely true, but it always causes me anxiety too. While i recognize and freely state that it’s absolutely true, when i am put into the position of being the one to decide who will be made happy and who is to be made UNhappy, i am suddenly also unhappy. i want to please ALL the people, and somehow knowing whatever i decide is assuredly going to cause someone unhappiness at my doing, seems wrong. i mean, i literally caused the negative situation by making a decision to chose someone else’s happiness and not theirs. It’s upsetting for me every time!

Now before you go saying, “yeah but…” i get how ludicrous what i just said really is. But it’s how i feel in that moment. i can’t necessarily apply logic and understanding to know it was not my fault, they will get over it, someone had to lose, made the best decision possible, etc. until later. But even then, while acknowledging it couldn’t be helped, i still feel bad about it too.

Now think of the flip side here in that at least one or more of the people are happy when i make a decision to serve or please them. That brings joy and happiness to them, AND in the process to me too! When there is more than one to serve/make happy, it’s then that i experience a quandary of what to do or say or how to act or who to please (or disappoint)!

i have been trying to serve others in my daily world my whole life. In a lot of ways, it could be said that i have always been submissive in the sense that my joy comes when other people have joy. i am a service submissive in that sense. Although i never recognized it as being a submissive at all at the time either, i know it now!

Without a doubt, this has defined a lot of my younger years. As i have grown older, i have learned to exercise more discernment about who i serve or try to please. That’s where i am able to rationalize the “it’s ok” part of “not everyone is happy all the time,” by recognizing that ALL the people’s happiness is not my responsibility and i have not failed them in the process.

i am now able to be much more intentional about who i want to (try to) serve snd make happy. Specifically, i now try to really only please my Sir, but to some degree you could also say my entire family, my co-workers/clients, and friends are still apart of that too.

As David is now my Sir and the only one i really ultimately serve, when i become overwhelmed from the others still in my life too, David reels me back in.

It may not make sense what i am saying because i am still (even as an adult) talking about serving multiple people simultaneously. So let me give you an example…..

It’s Friday afternoon and a few people from work want to go to a happy hour with heavy appetizers, drinks, and hours of fun. Most likely this will cause me to not be hungry for dinner that David is already in the process of cooking. i want to please the co-workers, but also David. While i could just say no to co-workers and head home, i also know if i always say no they will stop asking at some point and then i don’t exactly have friends at work anymore then too. Of course, i ultimately only need to please David!

What i do now is tell my co-workers, “Let me check with David and see if it’s ok.” Now i literally mean what it sounds like where i ask permission to go, but they don’t interpret it that way at all. They just think i am checking in or confirming a clear schedule, but what they think or interpret isn’t my concern (anymore).

Frequently David will say yes that i can go, but sometimes it’s a no too. And when it’s a no, i have to face the co-workers and share that news. i have learned that “No is a complete sentence.” And i just have to say, “David say no, so i have to pass on tonight. Thanks anyway. Invite me next time though too.”

Because David knows how i take all of everyone’s happiness (or unhappiness) on myself and how i have a propensity to want to please everyone, he brings me back. He makes me focus on what’s important. He makes sure i focus on him. Sometimes he delivers a maintenance spanking to ground me too (and it works every time)!

RESERVED AND QUIET (or “Tendency toward shyness”)

This too has been part of “me” since i was little. People who really know me think i am anything but reserved and quiet, but that’s because they forgot how i was when they didn’t know me so well.

i absolutely hate meeting new people, making small talk, and having to talk about ME! i would (almost) rather be invisible than to have to be the focus or center of a conversation.

On the same note, i love to people watch. i find enjoyment in watching and listening to others. i would say i “catalog” a lot about a person in just observing them… the obvious about how they dress and carry themselves, but also more about their personality when you listen to them talk.

So even when David says yes to happy hour, i don’t tend to actually talk much. And when i do, i tend to be focused on group dynamics, ensuring everyone is happy, and no one is left out. i will always try to situate myself in the middle of the group table so i can make sure everyone to both the left and right sides are included and part of the discussions. But when all is well and all are talking, i just listen. I just catalog all that i you hear and let the happy hour play out.

RULES FOLLOWER

i have always been a rules follower. At times, it used to drive my mother insane. i have always felt that “the rule is there for a reason.” And even if i don’t understand the rule or know the reason, if it’s there for a reason, i should follow it.

i made straight A’s in school. The A’s were easy because the rules were set and to follow. i knew when the homework or project or test would happen and i planned my schedule and was ready. i never once had to go to detention or the principal’s office. i drank alcohol exactly one time before i was of age to do so legally. i have never stolen anything. i have never tried illegal drugs. i have rarely ran a red light, and when i did, i almost always have had a good reason for it.

As an adult, i don’t cook well because there aren’t enough rules. (What is a “pinch” or “an amount to taste” even mean?). My career choice is chopped FULL of rules, and i find it easy to do while many do not. (i won’t tell you what i do, but so many have said to me, “I don’t know how you do what you do!” But the fact is, once you learn “the rules” it’s easy.)

So when David sets rules, like “leave Happy hour and be home by 6,” i know exactly what i must do. And i do it. [Of course, i don’t always do what I am told, which is what leads to discipline. But even then, i know what to do and i mostly do what i am supposed to. And when I don’t do it, i know the consequences too!]

AGREEABLE (or “Aren’t assertive”)

i am not always agreeable, but i suppose iam not always any of these characteristics. i am only just mostly all of these things most of the time, which is true here too.

When my co-workers say, “let’s go to the Tex-Mex place” for the happy hour, despite the fact that’s the exact same place i went to lunch that very day, i agree. In the scheme of things, i figure this decision or choice just doesn’t matter. And it’s not like i don’t like Mexican food and drinks (frozen margaritas are the best!), so it’s just easy to have someone else to decide and for me to just agree.

When things just don’t matter, why disagree? It’s not like i am NOT able to assert myself, it’s just that i do it selectively. i try to ask myself, “Does this decision matter?” And most of the time, the answer is, “no, it really doesn’t.” So why disagree if the decision doesn’t even matter? It’s just easy to agree then!

Most of the time, i am actually happy to agree as i am grateful that someone made a decision. It irks me to no end when people say, “I don’t know, what do you think?” And the answer is, “I don’t know either.” And then we stand and stare at one another. Someone make a damn decision already! Sooooooo when someone does, i am (almost always) happy and agreeable!

YIELDING (TO THE WILL OF ANOTHER)

i think “Y-I-E-L-D-I-N-G” is an interesting word. It means not rigid, pliable, and giving way. That is the very definition of a submissive person and who i am!

i am unsure there’s anything more to say here. I love this word and character trait. i would say i told the story will all the previous words and traits above.

CONCLUSION

All that was build up to say, i have always been a submissive person. i can lead, but i prefer to follow. In fact, i have to lead frequently, it i don’t especially like it. If i see that someone else steps up and takes charge, i let them. Because i am agreeable, yielding, and submissive!

Whether nature or nurture, i don’t know. What i do know is: submission chose me long ago. (i also know Happy Hour at a Tex-Mex place, drinking frozen margaritas and eating chips and queso is easy to agree to, make people happy, and yield to the will of others. If you are in Texas and want to prove me right … let me know and i’ll be there!)

Hugs,

Marie

253 – Wait for it…..

On Saturday, David arrived back home. Because it was daylight hours, a weekend day, and we have a teen in our house, i knew nothing regarding discipline for my poor choices would happen. Not to say David couldn’t find a way to get he/i alone if he needed to, but it was easier to just wait.

As we were heading toward bed, i was starting to feel anxious and asked, “Sir, are you going to punish me?

He said, “I haven’t decided yet.” i see.

And we went to sleep.

i usually wake before him, and Sunday was no different. i fully expected that once he was awake that on morning, he would indeed spank me. i was ready to accept it.

When he woke up, i had decided i would make his coffee and have it ready for him. i had already been thinking i ought to start doing that as another way to serve (and submit to) him. He was impressed and loved it. i was glad he didn’t honk i was trying to just kiss his ass in an attempt to avoid punishment, as that really wasn’t my intent at all!

And then throughout the day, nothing any different than the day before. We went about our day, our son was in/out, and no spanking or other punishment at all. The longer the day went, the more anxious i became. i even asked a second time, to which i heard, “maybe I am making you think.”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence or thought outloud. i knew he meant it to say that NOT getting a spanking, yet anyway, is definitely part of his plan and his punishment. He was making me think about my actions, be in tune with him, be accepting of the punishment… even the patience to wait to receive it … if “it” was to be a thing at all!

Towards the end of the day, i relaxed into it and decided, “i guess punishment won’t happen after all.” And i couldn’t quite decide if i thought that was a good or a BAD thing!

David was watching a tv show in the living room that i had no interest in, so i went to our bedroom and turned on the tv there. We do that sometimes, without issue for anyone. After a bit, he came in to see me. He got up near the bed, and i thought, “oh here we go! Punishment time!”

Instead though, he came to me and took hold of the zipper to my shorts and pulled it down. His hand went into my pants, and i spread my legs to make room for his hand. Of course, he didn’t pull my shorts down, only the zipper, so there still wasn’t much room at all. So i decided to try to make it easier on him where i lifted my butt and started to pull my shorts off.

That’s when he said, “I didn’t say to take your pants off.”

“i was just trying to make it easier for you Sir.”

“If I needed help, or to make anything easy, I will let you know.”

Well, i wanted his full touch, so i smiled a sly, sexy smile, and kept pulling my shorts off. He didn’t like that answer. He said, “ok, well… you didn’t listen. So now I’m done.”

With that he pulled his hand out of my, 3/4ths of the way off my butt, shorts and he left the room. i was sorely disappointed. i debated “what to do now.”

i opted to wait. i didn’t even pull my shorts up for awhile. i just sat there and waited. At least until i had to go pee, which was about 20-minutes later. Afterward, i texted him from the bedroom to the living room (yep, one room away!) and i said, “you could come back now Sir.”

And he texted back, “And you could listen to me now too!”

Ugh, now he has TWO reasons to discipline me! NOT what i had wanted or intended at all!

So i texted back, “Very true.” What more was there to say really?

With my shorts (fully) on, about another hour later, he came back. It was such a veryyyyy long wait! And he repeated the process.

This time i didn’t help him at all. He tweaked my clit, teasing it til i begged to cum. He said, “Nope! You already did that!”

And he was done again and leftthe room again. Of course he did!

A few hours later, we went to sleep. Again. This time i was convinced, “ok, no spanking for me after all. Just a lot of anticipation and edging. Okay, i can deal with that.”

And that brought us to Monday morning. Work day. David works from home but i do not. So i was preparing to get ready for the day, and as i got out of the shower, David said, “it’s time.”

And like the dumb ass that i am, i was confused (because i thought it wasn’t now going to happen and had put it out of my mind). and said, “excuse me Sir?”

And i heard the words, “Assume The Position”

Oh geez. Here we go. Here i deceived myself to think it was NOT going to happen. i was in full cringe, dread, “don’t want it do this!” mode. But i did. i got into position in a hurry, as he was waiting on me to do so.

And he got the paddle out and started to spank. From the get go, it hurt. It stung pretty hard, and he wasn’t even smacking me any too hard. In fact, at one point he even commented to that fact. i knew he was right but i had also just gotten out of the shower, been out of practice (haven’t had many spankings at all in 2022), and wasn’t even in the right mindset. So of course, it hurt more than usual at this point too!

He swatted fast over and over. i didn’t have time to think or count. He asked, “do you know why we are here?”

i could barely talk as i was focused on staying still, accepting this with grace, and …. breathing without yelling out, all at the same time. So i didn’t respond any too quick, which wasn’t too good either.

i finally eked out the words, “because i didn’t listen to you… i orgasmed without permission and i took my shorts off… and i askedmultiple times when this would happen.”

And he smacked a few times extra hard then and said, “Correct!”

When he was done, i was grateful and was glad it was over. i sat up and he said, “don’t you want to thank me??”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for caring and loving me enough to keep me in line and deliver punishment when i deserve it.”

“You are welcome. Now kiss me and let’s go have a good day.”

And that’s exactly what we did!

Sometime mid-morning he texted me, “butt still sore?” So i was still on his mind!

i responded with, “Not really Sir…. While a fast and hard spanking is effective, if you want it to last more long term, you’d have to repeat it say 3-5 minutes later, or maybe after a warm up, then give a few really hard swats too. i am not completely sure, but that’s what i think.”

He said, “Good to know.”

And that’s that! Next time may be different, time will tell. And I will have to wait for it!

Hugs,

Marie