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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

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

245 – Forced orgasm

Admittedly, i did not know or understand what that was until quite recently. Now i do!

i mean i looked it up, read about it, and tried to understand. But it still didn’t make sense to me. The word “forced” and “orgasm” didn’t seem to go together! The idea of being “forced” to do something sounds terrible, depending on what it is… and orgasm isn’t one of them!

i mean tell me i am forced to…. Say… eat ice cream, soak in the bathtub, have a massage, take a day off…. OR ORGASM…. Oh yeah, i am there! Sign me up! Let’s do this! When do we start?! Care to add something else to the list that you’d like to be forced to do too?!

The key word that didn’t fit was the word “forced.” You wouldn’t have to force me to do any of these things mentioned. i am never going to say “oh no, that’s not for me.” So the idea of a forced orgasm seems incongruous.

So if the “thing” that you are asked to do is good and you want to do it, how exactly would the word “forced” be included in the sentence or discussion?!

Until tonight. Things changed. i see the light. i now understand how forced and orgasm go in the same sentence!

David came home from Denver and i was SO pleased to see him, and vice versa. Tonight, he forced me to orgasm, which again, sounds incongruous since i was SO wanting to O anyway! But it happened. i was forced. …. Let me tell you how and why it all came together….

The belt was off and David told me to lay down on the bed and spread my legs. Oh goodie! i get to finally Orgasm! Of course, he did not have to force me to comply!

He grabbed up the vibrating massage wand and said, “Time for some orgasm control work.” Wait. What? O control?!? That implies i DON’T get to O!

He turned it on low and started teasing me. He didn’t put it straight onto my clit, but rather flirted with a little touch and then pull away and then repeat. He put it to the side, then the other side. He looked me straight in the eye to gauge my reactions too.

After about one minute (NOT long!) he put the tip of the wand straight onto my clit and held it there. i flinched and bucked my hips automatically, causing the wand to move free of its target.

That’s when he asked me, “why did you do that? You shouldn’t move” and he did it again. And i did it again. It was involuntary that my hips were moving. The intensity of the wand straight onto my clit was just too much for me to control my body movements.

That’s when he laid across my lower abdomen, pressing my hips into the mattress so that i was pinned there and unable to buck around.

He turned the wand vibration up a notch. Then it went straight onto my clit again. He held it there and forced me to stay still and unable to buck it away. Then he moved it straight onto my pussy opening and pressed it hard there, so that it started to penetrate my hole. It was halfway up into me in a matter of seconds.

i felt the orgasm rising. i squeaked out the words, “Please Sir, may i cum?”

No response. i wasn’t sure if he heard me and ignored me, or if he didn’t hear at all. The need to orgasm was rising ever so quickly. i needed an answer!

So i repeated it, “Pleaseeeee Sir, i need to orgasm…. NOW.”

i heard “NO.”

It brought tears to my face. Not sad ones, but ones of almost panic. Tears of, “i can’t hold out! How can i hold this in any longer?? Pleaseeeee!!”

And then i heard, “NOW cum for me!”

And boy did i! It was huge! It was glorious and wonderful!

But the wand didn’t move, nor did David move from laying on me. He continued without a second of delay. i begged, “NO, Sir. Please Stop. Or pause. Or something. i can’t do this. i need a break to recover.”

And i heard, “No!” and the wand stayed in its place. He was moving it from my opening to my clit and back. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. It was intense and constantly touching my clit or my pussy hole or surprisingly he managed to touch both at the same time too!

It began to feel like torture to my puss! It started to hurt in a matter of a few more seconds. It was a good pain overall, but the intensity was so great, it was indeed painful. i begged him to stop, “Please Sir, it’s hurting.”

He said, “No! Cum for me again! Now!”

And i did.

Another Orgasm… this time a forced orgasm…. Came out of me.

And he didn’t stop there either! i couldn’t even form words at that point then as he still didn’t stop. The wand kept up its assault on my pussy as it moved around, but never stopped.

And another. …. Forced orgasm… flowed out.

And another too!

In my head i was begging for it to stop…. AND for it to continue. i couldn’t decide which one would be best. i also couldn’t form words out loud as my eyes rolled back in my head, my body stopped tightening up, and i just started to relax into the intensity of it all. i accepted Sir’s control, the feelings that washed over me, and relaxed into it.

The orgasms were quite literally continuous.

Another forced orgasm and another and another all flowed out.

i lost count. i think it was 5 or 6 or 7 even, but i can’t say for sure because i couldn’t say where one stopped and another started!

The pain AND pleasure was exquisite.

It was amazing!

When he finally turned off the wand, he moved off of my body and smiled at me. He kissed my tingling lips and said, “welcome home to me!”

My eyes had long since rolled back in my head, my body was tingling from my lips to my toes, my pussy was throbbing in rolling muscle spasms, and i couldn’t speak aloud. i did hear myself think, “yes, welcome home to ME Sir!”

i laid there recovering for a good 5-10 minutes as he prepared for bed, and he then got in bed beside me, and snuggled up to me. While i wasn’t moving during that time, my mind was alert. i knew exactly where he was and what he was doing as i tried to recover enough to be able to thank him properly.

He asked, “Did you expect that?”

“Uh…. NO Sir, i did NOT. Thank you Sir!!”

“How’s that for orgasm control? I’d say I controlled every one of those orgasms! Did I not?”

“Oh yes Sir, you most definitely did!”

“Good! Getting where we both want now!” (Where i only orgasm at his command and not before or after… or of my own volition/hand/masturbation.)

“Yes Sir.”

It still took me about another 5-10 to feel “back to normal,” but by then, i was SO exhausted i just closed my eyes and went off to sleep.

Now today, it occurred to me that what happened was a FORCED ORGASM(s). i decided to find and re-read the exact same article that i had read when researching the topic long ago. The lightbulb clicked on in my head. THIS is exactly what happened to me!

Here is the article: Forced orgasms per Healthline

Did you click on it and read that linked article? It won’t take but another minute, but i won’t FORCE you to! Lol.

Exactly how the article describes it, is exactly what happened!

Because i am doubting you actually read the article….. Part of the article says this ….

So for people with vulvas, forced orgasm usually entails (consensually) making them orgasm over and over and over and over without a come-down period between each orgasm”, explains Carly S., a kink-inclusive sex educator and founder of Dildo or Dildon’t, a pleasure product review and sex educational platform.

It could look like having the receiver tied down while their partner holds a high-powered vibrator against their body, eliciting orgasm after orgasm,” says Carly S.

T – H – I – S is exactly what happened. i got no come-down period, he held me in place, held a high powered vibrator and elicited (a lot) of orgasms at his will, not mine. He FORCED the orgasms out of me!

N-O-W i get it…. the concept and the way that the words “forced” and “orgasm” go together! And maybe you do too. Or maybe you already understood and it wasn’t a question… if you did though, why didn’t you force me to understand already?! Ha.

Okay, now i have to force myself off the couch, to the shower, and to work. Yes, going to work is sometimes a forced activity… apparently the same as what a forced orgasm can sometimes be too!

Hugs,

Marie

244 – Long distance … sexting … chastity … and complete submission. (Oh my!)

David had to go to Denver for 3-days and today is Day 1 of his absence. He texted me this morning and said, “Going to send me any naughty pics today?”

i wrote back, “i can send pics if you’d like.” And we went about our day, and while we sent periodic other texts, it was vanilla/innocuous too.

On my way home from work, he sent another text, “Do I get pics tonight?” To which again, i replied. “If you’d like.”

He immediately responded with, “Thought I’d said that earlier already.”

While i did (politely and properly) point out that he had not “said” but rather “asked” for pictures, i did recognize that was my que too. That while it was worded as a question, it was really a command with a question mark at the end. So upon getting home, i took my clothes off, jumped in the pool naked, and opened my phone.

After sending him the pics he wanted, he said, “Very nice. You slut.”

While admittedly most would NOT see the word “slut” as a term of endearment, when i hear it from David, i do. i know he means it in the most sexy and turned on way, and it tells me i have achieved my goal: making him happy with what he sees!

Because i am happy (and turned on!) when i know David’s needs are met, i am indeed a slut .. craving and wanting more (and more) sex! i love having sec with him in all forms and fashions, but then when it’s pleasing to him for me to have sex with others, i love that too! So the term “slut” is both truth and loving for me when he calls me that.

i responded with, “Thank you Sir! Should i make myself slick with cum and take a picture of that for you too??”

His response, “No.”

While sometimes he gives me a directive in the form of a question, like what was noted above, in times where there should be no room for doubt, his words are perfectly straightforward and abundantly clear!

i was hoping to get to orgasm, under (a guise) of doing it to please him (with a picture). But he saw through me ever-so-quickly and called me out even-more-quickly.

i said, “You just don’t want me to have an orgasm.”

And i got another one-word response, “Correct.”

To which i just didn’t respond in words, but i didn’t have to either, as then we texted about vanilla things (dinner, day’s activities, etc) but the whole time i really wanted to orgasm.

But there was no denying, i had gotten myself turned on with the naked swimming, picture taking, and sexting with David.

So i wrote, “i’m struggling to NOT touch myself.”

He said, “It shouldn’t be a struggle since you have been commanded not to.”

“i understand Sir.”

And the vanilla convo resumed for an additional 30-minutes.

During that time, i did NOT touch myself but i was mentally losing the battle too. So….. i went and put on the chastity belt. The pink one.

And instead of telling David about what i did, instead i texted him a pic of me… wearing one of his fav t shirts … and the chastity belt.

He wrote, “Very nice. And wise too!”

i was surprised he said that and I told him as much, as i was a bit concerned he might be disappointed at my inability to control myself with the aid of the chastity belt. But to my pleasant surprise, he was pleased at my choice.

After i told him all that he texted, “I know you can’t control yourself.”

“Maybe i ought to leave the belt on until you come home again.”

And he said, “Maybe I should make you give the key to someone else.”

My eyes got big and i wrote, “Wow.”

“Wow? what my slut?”

“wow to the idea of giving the key to someone.”

“Scary for you??”

“Yes Sir, but i suppose it’s also something of a turn on too! How does it make you feel?”

“Strong. And confident. And in control.”

i smiled big. And i told him, “Good. That’s how you should feel!”

i don’t know if i will keep the key or give it to someone of his choosing, because he didn’t say for sure. But i suspect it will be mine to keep. At least this time anyway.

That’s when he said, “Sleep well.”

And i said, “you too Sir.”

i am certain that whether the belt stays on or not (continuously) for the remainder of his trip, or if i keep the key or give it away, that i will NOT be orgasming in his absence.

[i am aware that i can take this off if i want to. It seems silly to make myself wear a belt when i haven’t been made to otherwise, when I have the key sitting right here too! As well, if i can restrain from touching/orgasming with the belt on, shouldn’t i also have self restraint to be able to also not O with it off?!? Yes, in theory, that is absolutely true. But in my mind, by putting on the belt, i have been intentional about making the touching/orgasm that much more elusive. i have made myself unavailable even to myself. And “if” i get SO determined to get the O, i would have to be very intentional about taking the belt off again too. In other words, I made it that much harder for myself, which is what I needed!]

Now me and my metal are off to sleep…. Without touching, excitement, or orgasming. i can hardly wait for the fitted Fancy Steel version to arrive!

UPDATE: All of the above happened yesterday. Today is Day 2 of his absence. i just didn’t get this fully finished or posted. So now i will tell you more about what has happened since last night…..

i slept great. You might not think it easy to sleep in chastity, but it is surprisingly quite comfortable and easy to do. In fact, when i have the mental angst of trying to NOT touch myself when i am commanded not to causes such a battle for me it is hard to relax and sleep. But with the belt in place, it was as of i allowed myself to relax and know that the battle was won and i could just rest easy.

While i didn’t have explicit approval to remove the belt this morning, i didn’t think it was required to stay on either since it was my idea to put it on in the first place yesterday. Plus he didn’t tell me i had to ask to take it off either. So i took it off, did a 2-mile walk, showered, dressed, and went to work. All without the belt.

After coming back home tonight, i found myself revved up and wanting to masturbate. So i texted David about all this and i asked, “what do you think about me putting on the chastity belt and leaving it on until you are home and you take it off?”

He wrote, “That’s a good idea!”

So i went and put it on. And i texted, “All locked up and nowhere to go now.”

He responded, “Good!”

(He hasn’t mentioned anymore about the key being given to anyone, which i am grateful for!)

This is now me embarking on the longest consecutive time while belted. To date, i have only been belted a total of (about) 14’ish consecutive hours. This is going to be nearly double that time!

That’s when i told him how i think he is starting to come around to the idea of how the belt can prove a useful tool for both of us. i also said that even though at one point he thought it should be unnecessary, (because i should have better self control than i do), he is now seeing that this is the best tool for the job.

He agreed.

i foresee a lot more hours (days!) in the belt in my future, especially after the custom fit Fancy Steel belt arrives in a month. Because while this one is made to wear long term, for showers or pee or poop, it doesn’t fit quite as snugly as a custom one does and it chafes no matter how hard i try to get it to fit properly. The fitted one will allow for a regular long term wear of it, and i am getting use to the idea of that being in my future.

Giving the key to David as my lady parts are locked up feels like the ultimate power exchange for me. While i have agreed to submit to him, and agreed to not have unauthorized orgasms, without the belt i have always had a “safety net.” Safety net being the ultimate ability to do as i want to, if i want to. Not saying i want to, but i could. i could touch myself, or do whatever i wanted to really, if i so chose to do so. Obviously not without consequence, but it was possible. Even right now, i have the key and could use it if i want to.

But as we go further into the realm of permanent chastity, where i will not have the key, the ability to touch myself is becoming less available. i suspect, and i may even ask (!) that David’s next out of town trip will likely include me being locked up from the get go, without knowledge of where the key is hidden (or if it’s even in the house) either. The power exchange is becoming more complete for me, both mentally AND physically! All of which is causing my submission to feel so deep and so genuinely heartfelt! ❤️

Hugs,

Marie

239 – My collar(s)

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!

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