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239 – My collar(s)

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i have a collar. In fact, i have three. Besides the Hidden in Plain Sight post, i’m not even sure i have ever even talked about it. In the past though, it has been the featured picture on my entire blog, so it is possible you’ve seen it.

My primary collar is one that i’d say is a mix of function and fashion. It is the one in the featured pic here. i can – and do – wear it daily or sometimes not at all. But it can also be functional too. It is strong and thick enough that David can pull on it to lead/direct me where he wants me to be or go. Of course, he rarely uses it for that, but he can and he has.

Sir has never said (or required) that i wear it at any particular times or days. i typically wear it when i need something tangible/physical, to remind me of my (consensual, by choice) submissiveness.

David loves it when i wear it, and he doesn’t usually miss it when i do. He usually makes some sort of nod to it. i think when he sees it, it becomes a tangible reminder for him as well as me, of the commitment to this D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship with DD (Domestic Discipline) that we both love.

i have had this functional, yet stylish, collar for 2-3 years now. After we were living the lifestyle for awhile, i asked David to get me a collar to recognize the commitment. And then he surprised me with it.

i happen to think he didn’t really think much of it at the time actually though. He didn’t make a big deal about the delivery of it either. So we didn’t have some big ceremony, like what i have read others do. Some of what i have read seems like it’s almost a wedding ceremony of sorts, and while that’s cool, it’s not what we did. David gave it to me over dinner and that was that.

Over time though, he’s come to love it because he’s realized how much i love it. He sees the response it generates in me and by extension, then to him as well.

It means a lot to me. It is a tangible reminder for each of us. For me, it reminds me of the transfer of power that i willingly handed over to David, causing me to be pliable and willing to submit. And for David, while he doesn’t think of me (literally) as a dog, a dog does indeed wear a collar so that you can keep it. You put a collar on an animal that you don’t want lost. One that you want to claim. David has ultimately claimed me in that same way!

i want to be submissive all the time, but sometimes i am not as submissive as i want to be for so many various reasons. And when i feel my collar on my neck, it is a tangible reminder of what i want to be and how i want to act.

It means a lot to me. It brings me comfort when i need it. And i really need it (the collar and the comfort) especially when i want to be reminded of my submissiveness.

i have done a lot of research on collars as of late, somwhat out of curiosity really. …………

What do other subs collars look like? (Lots of variety!)

Are they all with a lock, or a “O” ring? (No, not all, but most seem to.)

Is there any official standard required? (Doesn’t seem to be any standard. Some collar pics i found just looked like regular jewelry and it made me wonder “what’s the point,” but it was their version and that’s understandable.)

How “nice” are they….. are they all just jewelry or function? (Both. Some are pure jewelry and look almost dainty/breakable, some look like chains and function and fashion, and some are just quite literally a Dog collar for function only).

Do people actually wear a DOG collar sometimes too? (YES. Dog collars are really used by Doms and worn by subs. It doesn’t seem that the sub wears these outside of sex and/or their house, but maybe they do that too.)

Do people wear them 24-7? (Some do, yes. Some are (fairly) permanently attached with a strong metal and lock/key, that the Dom has the only key. i don’t know how prevalent this is, compared to”occasional wear.”)

Do people have just ONE collar or many? (While i couldn’t tell for sure, it seems many people have more than one, especially if they actually have a dog collar for sex/home play. One would be purely for function then, whereas another may be for wear outside the house.)

SO WHAT DOES MINE LOOK LIKE, WHAT ARE MY RULES, WHAT DO WE DO?

Well, as previously mentioned, i don’t wear it all the time nor am I required to. i happen to think that being “made” to wear it (or being made to do anything really) is more about a slave dynamic than a submissive dynamic. i think that’s a lot of what the difference between sub and slave is…. Being able to have choices. Not just about a collar wearing, but anything at all. And i have choices, and do not consider myself a slave. But i digress…..

i do not wear a dog collar.

The collar in the picture is the primary collar i have and wear, which serves for both fashion and function as previously mentioned. i also have two choker collars. They are pure fashion. One has silver and one has gold on it, so that i can alternate between outfits as needed.

While i do not have a picture of me wearing mine, this picture is pretty similar to what i have …..

While i do not have any rules about when or where to wear it, when i do wear it, it helps me to feel more submissive as it is a visible and tangible reminder of who i most want to be, who i most want to please, and how i most should act.

While i don’t have a dog collar, what i said above is true… you put a collar (or leash) on something you want to keep and not allow to get lost.

I pray i am never lost. And if i do become lost, i am found and claimed once again by David.

^^^^ UPDATE: i wrote everything above this line months ago. But i never finished this post so of course, i also never published it. i haven’t a clue why… probably ran out of time, ideas of where or how to finish it, didn’t have focus that day…. Not sure. Either way, it sat in my “drafts” section until now.

The last sentence i wrote about never being lost…. That is essentially what’s happened in our D/s relationship in 2022 until relatively recently… we have been lost.

David wasn’t dominant, wasn’t enforcing rules, and didn’t care to be in the role-play acting mode that i now think i was basically trying thrust him into. That was the difference for us, in that i wasn’t role playing at being submissive but i kinda think he was at being Dominant. And after awhile, he grew tired of the constant pretending to be the “character i portray on stage in my daily life.”

But now…. As i have recently been starting to tell you…. He’s changing and so am i! He’s coming alive and into his own (best!) version of the dominant man i always knew was there and to whom i submit to.

And as he changes, so am i. i am learning to truly submit, not just when I want to. i am learning to NOT top-from-the-bottom or tell him how to do his job best. In the process, i am truly learning how to be the submissive wife he wants/needs and not the submissive wife i think he should have!

We are becoming the best versions of ourselves and i am embracing this evolving process. (The changes aren’t that many or different, and I will likely tell you more about this in a future post… but instead the changes are rather slight and yet, exactly what we need!)

Hugs,

Marie

110 – Complete Work of Fiction. #4

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So i seriously teased you with thoughts of “the end” in the last post, so i won’t officially declare that just yet for this post being “the end” since maybe that was a tad mean of me last time. (sorry… not sorry!).

i did truly think it would be the end when i started Complete Work of Fiction #3, but by the end of that post, i knew i needed at least one more…. so… here’s the “at least one more” version…..

And like last time, if you hated already read part 1, part 2, and part 3 first… i suggest you should.

NAKED AND TIED TO THE KITCHEN TABLE, with 10 fully dressed people all surrounding me was humiliating, exciting, scary, but most of all… such a freaking turn on!

i knew that David had a great surprise in mind for me on my 50th birthday, that happened to land on Thanksgiving Day, but THIS was beyond my imagination for sure!

He offered all his guests a drink. i say “his” guests because i was essentially the entertainment really…. and while i am quite literally THE CENTER of attention, it was effectively his party. Or should i say, his “interview”!?!

After everyone had a drink in hand and had met one another, and greeted me, they gathered around the dining room table. (Even though i say that everyone “met” one another, they referred to themselves only be a number. The number that coincided with the order that they arrived at our house was how they referred to one another… #2, #3, 4 and so on. Of course they didn’t say Sir or Ma’am, that word was just reserved for me to use. But i found it intriguing that no one knew anyone else’s name and they never would either!)

David started speaking to the group by thanking them all for coming to our home, enjoying the day of Thanksgiving together, and in celebration of my birthday. He reminded them that while they were here to ultimately ‘interview’ to be a Second Dom/Domme for me, that he expected everyone to play nice together too. And if the urge struck to play with one another, as well as me, they could partake of those activities also. But everyone was to ultimately remember the focus of the day was giving thanks …. for me …. for having turned 50 so serendipitously on Thanksgiving that has provided an opportunity to gather today.

He continued, “If it seems that anyone should not be playing nice, or at the time that I decide you are simply not going to be our Second for any reason, I will politely ask you to leave. And the last person to remain at our home today will be deemed our Second. Trust me though, even if today’s party ends up being your only time to play with us, our hope and plan is that everyone will still have plenty of opportunity to leave here feeling quite full… in every way imaginable!”

And he continued, “As I mentioned when I first met each of you, I intend for the last person here, the one crowned our Second, to stay the rest of the weekend with us as well. It will be throughout the weekend that we would work out the complete details of how Marie will submit to us both and what expectations we will set for her….while putting her through her paces and getting to play with her all weekend long too! So for the Second, our celebration will most definitely NOT be ending today.”

Wow. So at the end of today, i will have a Sir and a Second. And an ENTIRE weekend to serve them both. What a grand start to this new relationship… and my 50’s! Just hearing Sir talk about all this SO wet between the legs already! i wonder if our guests can see or know this yet!

i’m pretty sure that was moment i reached sub-space already! And barely heard what he said next….

“So Marie is here to serve and be served today. As you can see, she’s presently on the table as our centerpiece. She’s been restrained so as to not be able to move until we allow it. The first thing we will do is have a meal together and we will just see where the day goes from here. Just remember she hasn’t eaten lunch yet either. So while you are busy filling her holes, be sure to fill her mouth occasionally with food and drink too. That’s the extent of where we will serve her, but everything else will be about her serving us! Otherwise, she is fully at our mercy and willing to serve us in any way we please. Isn’t that right my submissive slut wife?”

And i responded with, “Yes Sir.”

He looked around and said, “See! What’d I tell ya?” Since no one wanted to interrupt David, Sir #9 was the first to move when he raised his glass and said, “I can certainly drink to that!” And everyone laughed, agreed, and took a drink. And i thought about how bold and confident he was to be the first to speak.

Ma’am #10 said, “I may have been the last to arrive, but I have no intention of being the first to leave!” And she leaned in to me and said, “open your mouth Marie,” so i did as told. She proceeded to pour some of her drink into my mouth so i could also drink. But to make it fun, she had held the glass quite high above my head so the drink splattered a bit over my face and chest while some did get into my mouth also.

While smiling, she said in a very sly voice, “oh dear, look at the mess I’ve made! I guess I’ll have to be cleaning that up soon… with my tongue!” As she winked at me, a smile came over my face. She asked me, “Do you like that?” And of course i did, so i said, “Yes Ma’am. But i’ll like the clean up even more!” i could tell Ma’am #10 was here to impress. Serving her was going to be a challenge for sure! Challenge accepted! (Wink, wink)

That’s when David asked me, “Are you ready to be used today? And to submit? And to find our Second?”

i smiled and said, “Yes, of course Sir. More than ever! Thank you Sir!”

David looked at the guests and said, “See everyone! She’s already excited! Let’s make this a super fun-filled day for all!”

And they all clinked their glasses once more and took a deep swallow as i waited for what came next.

It certainly didn’t take long as one of the lady guests, Ma’am #7, said to David, “Can I kiss her now?”

David smiled and responded, “Most definitely! Let the party begin!”

She took a big swig from her glass before leaning in to kiss me. i opened my mouth to accept her kiss when she let the alcohol drip into my mouth and i swallowed it. It tasted so sweet and was immediately also followed by her tongue in a passionate kiss! When she pulled away i said, “Thank You Ma’am!” And she smiled a wicked smile at me, to which i knew could spell excitement or danger or both as the day progressed from here.

The Ma’am’s first move was the cue that others were waiting for too, so while she was still kissing me, i felt someone touch my clit with their fingers and had started to rub on it. And another had grabbed one of my pierced nipples and was twisting it taut. And yet another had put their lips to my other nipple and was sucking hard on it. i also felt ice touch my belly button while my leg was stroked and someone else started rubbing one of my feet while i felt a tongue touch the toes of my other foot.

There wasn’t a single part of me that seemed untouched at this moment.

i think everyone was starting to enjoy the “dessert” before the main meal. Or maybe i was the main meal and the turkey and dressing were just the side dishes! i didn’t rightly know, but i also didn’t care! i was already feeling used in the most beautiful and completely possible way and it felt amazing!

So it didn’t take long before i practically yelled out, “Sir, may i come?” David said, “Yes you may my love… as much as you want!”

That’s when Sir #3 unzipped his pants and climbed up on the table to stick his thick cock in my mouth. He said, “I am so fucking turned on by all of this. I’m going to give you some of my cum to fill your belly and maybe some turkey after that if you really are the good girl your Sir has said you are!” And he jammed his cock down my throat until i started to gag. His cock would definitely be something i’d always look forward to if he became our Second!

Perhaps it was this Sir’s mention of eating turkey that reminded them of the food on the table, but i heard a Ma’am’s voice ask someone to pass the corn, which lead to more talking and alighted too. Thats when i started to ear a steady stream of dishes clinking, glasses being filled, and silverware being used as everyone started to pass food to enjoy the meal …. while also enjoying ME too, all at once!

And from that moment on, at least one (and more!) of my holes seemed to always be filled, causing me to moan and beg for release. Absolutely no one had trouble eating, drinking, and having fun with me all simultaneously as clothes were shed and fun was had. Since David allowed me to cum freely, it happened so much, i lost count. My belly became full with food and drink, but also the natural juices that these Sirs & Ma’am’s rewarded me with as they released their orgasms down my throat too. And this was just the start of the day too!

Even if the only things they each got was a day of great food, thrilling fuckery, a lot of sex, and getting to Dom/Domme me for the day, i knew absolutely everyone would go away saying how absolutely A-M-A-Z-I-N-G and memorable this Thanksgiving had been for all. (And i’d also be rewarded with the lasting present of a Second to serve tomorrow and the next day and the next day too!)

That’s when i felt David’s presence by my head. He placed a a hand to gently stroke my left cheek as he brought his head down and whispered in my ear, “Happy 50th birthday my sweet, loving, submissive wife! The first 50 was nothing compared to the next 50 that I intend to provide to you… starting now!”

THE END

Or maybe not “the end”……. Maybe the next Complete Work of Fiction will take you into me serving my Sir AND my Second…. what happened over the weekend? who knows! Is my Second a male or female? Who knows that either?!

🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

(Anyone want to submit an application now for a chance to spend Thanksgiving 2021 at our house? 🙋‍♀️🙋🙋‍♀️🙋)

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hugs,

Marie

18 – Red Beans and Rice.

Written by Marie on . Posted in Punishment, Submission. 8 Comments on 18 – Red Beans and Rice.

LONG post – sorry, but hopefully you will understand…. and read through anyway.  🙂

So today was NOT my best day.  And Sir is requiring a blog posting about it “now”.  So here i am, being vulnerable, and telling you how my day has gone.

USEFUL STORY FACTS.

Let me tell you about how my day started…

#1 – our son had a failed attempt to spend the night with a friend last night.  A friend was having a sleep over and at 3:00 am this morning son texted me asking to go get him and bring him home.  The (teen) boys had had a fight and he just wanted to leave.  So i was up earlyyyyy.  And i (basically) didn’t go back to sleep after getting him home and listening to him tell me the “whole story”.

#2 – a friend who lives out of State, who i haven’t seen in 10- years was in town for just the weekend and (after getting Sir’s approval) we agreed to get together this morning.   And i was super excited to get to see her today.

#3 – David was going to church early due to being on technical team and the original plan was that i would drop our son at church, and then go see said friend from there. (i was allowed to miss to go see my friend).

So with that.  i texted David at 8:00am to report the events with our son and to confirm it was okay for our son to skip church also.  Well, like all texting convos, while i was telling him about our son, he was asking me to do some tasks before i left.

He asked that i would rinse the RED BEANS and put them in water to soak.  And if i did that, the beans would then be ready to go when he was home from church, so he would set them to cooking to be ready for tonight’s dinner.

He proceeded to give me explicit directions on EXACTLY what to do to get the beans soaking in the way he wanted them.  This was all via text and between me saying, “yes Sir” i would also write more about our son’s mishaps that occurred overnight and got permission to allow our son to sleep in and also miss church.

So with that,  i went to the shower, dressed, and left the house.  Went to meet my friend.  Off and on texting with Sir about having fun, etc.

And a bit later,  i received a text from Sir that said, “Forget something??” after he had gotten home from church.

Oh crap.  i forgot the beans.  How to respond?  NO WAY i can deny that i didn’t know how to do it.  He texted EVERY step.  

i responded, “Yes Sir.  i did.  i forgot the beans.  i’m so very sorry”.

To which i received a text saying “What ELSE?“

What else?!  Uhmm.  NO idea…. Yikes.

i responded, “i’m not sure i know of anything else Sir.”

To which i received a text saying, “Your Collar?!”

(i have a collar that while it’s not been exactly or explicitly made clear when it is expected to be on or off, i basically “just know”.  And it is basically, “All the time, but especially when leaving the house”.  So i knew this was a time i should have worn it!)

Oh double crap.  i clearly wasn’t thinking about anything Sir wanted or expected when i was dressing and leaving to meet with my friend!

i responded, “yes Sir.  i have failed to wear it today.  i’m sorry.”

To which i received a “Hmm” text back.  Oh triple crap.  NOT good!

Well, he didn’t text again.  And the entire thing weighed heavy on my mind the rest of my friend meeting.  And i texted, “i’m heading home now” at the conclusion of our meeting.

And i got a text back that said, “You need to stop and buy a bag of Red beans.”

“Yes Sir”.

i did.

And with that, Sir greets me and says, “I’m going to take a nap.  We will deal with you after that!”

The waiting continues.  The weight on my mind is NOT alleviated at ALL yet.

After Sir gets up, he says, “Go to the bedroom, take off all your clothes, put ON YOUR COLLAR and wait for me on the bed.  I’m going to order pizza so we have SOMETHING to eat for dinner!”

Five very long minutes later…..

He comes in, with the bag of red beans that i had bought, and says, “You’ve had trouble listening and follow through with tasks today. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done.  Now you have to learn a lesson.”

And he proceeded to pour the beans onto the floor, near the wall.   He points to it.  He says “Kneel.  Now.  Put your nose to the wall.  You will be here until the pizza is delivered.”

And he left.

WELL – the first thoughts i had was, “This isn’t as bad as i feared.  In fact, i’m not sure this will be any consequence or punishment at all!”  But that feeling did NOT last long!

The minutes ticked away.  My knees started to feel it.  i shifted my weight from left to right.  i thought, “Wow, that hurt!” but i also felt the beans “move”.  Well, i wasn’t too sure how Sir would respond if he came back and found that the beans were basically NOT under my knees.  So i leaned back, pushed them together in a cohesive pile, and went back to position.

OH MY GOSH.  MISTAKE.  THAT HURT!

And i waited.  My back was starting to hurt from leaning into the wall for my nose to touch.  So now my knees AND my back hurt.

And he came back.  He asked, “How are we doing??”  i had NO real idea how to respond.  i worried that saying i was in pain would seem like a complaint, but to NOT say that would be a lie.  So i opted for the truth to which he responded with, “GOOD!”

That’s when he slipped his fingers between my legs and i squirmed.  OUCH.  That squirm made the beans shift and sent pain through my knees.  He saw the movement and said, “DO NOT MOVE! And don’t even think of Coming!”.  He rubbed my clit and it was wet in an instant.  i always get wet when he touches me.  And then he pushed a finger in my ass.  In. Out.  In. Out.  Deeper in.  All the way out.  Faster in.  Faster out.

My head leaned back.  i could feel the orgasm building.  And he said, “Nose on the wall!  I said do NOT move!” and he pulled fingers out and slapped my ass.  Over and over.  And while it didn’t hurt, it did a nice warm-up too!  And i did not and was not allowed to cum.

And he left.

And i waited.  And the beans shifted.  So i shuffled them back together.  Again.  And IT HURT!  You’d think i’d have learned the first time!  But no, i didn’t.  This time, tears came to my eyes when i made myself get back in place.

45-long-minutes-later, i heard the door bell ring.  i was never so happy to hear that bell!

And just a couple of minutes after that, Sir came in and asked, “Have you learned that you need to remember to do as i ask?”

“Oh yes, Sir, i have!”

“Do your knees hurt?”

“Oh yes, Sir, they do!”

“Good!” (then he told me to stand, gave me forgiveness kisses and hugs) and he also said, “Now get dressed, get a Ziploc and clean up the beans.  Do not throw them away.  Keep them.  i may need to repeat this at some point!  Then take a picture of your knees.  Keep it as a reminder.  And let’s go eat dinner… albeit PIZZA and NOT red beans and rice!”

“Yes Sir”

And we ate Pizza.   Afterward he said, “Now go blog about this.  I want you to remember this! and post the Picture with it”

In case you are wondering, YES, those are my knees in this picture above.  (Sexy, right?! LOL).  And 2-hours later, they are still indented, although not as bad.  And they still sting too!

Red beans will be tomorrow’s meal.  And i hope to NEVER have this repeated.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie