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195 – Pick one… second chance

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As i got out of the shower today, David asked me to “Pick One”.

My choices were:

1) Anal Plug

2) Inflatable Dildo

3) Chastity

When i started to ask questions like “purpose, length of time (to wear), would the inflatable go in my front hole or back, i was greeted with a look that said it all. It was a look i have seen and know well, that said, “You should know better to ask questions. You should show your trust.”

And the only words he said was, “I asked you to pick.”

All of these have consequences, and rewards too.

i chose anal plug.

He smiled and responded with, “can I assume you’ll wear it much longer than you did this last time?”

“Yes Sir”

He said, “Good. Now present your bottom on the bed while I go get it ready”

So i went to the bed. i got on all fours, with my ass in the air, head buried in the bed. i used my hands to pull my butt cheeks apart. And waited.

It wasn’t but a minute, when i felt David touch the tip to my anal opening.

He said, “I’ll press it a bit but then I want you to push your muscles open so your sphincter will open to it. When you are ready, you should then press back onto it so it will go in slide your ass. I want to ultimately have you put this into your own ass while I just hold it.”

“Yes Sir”

And i did. i am always grateful when he lets me do it this way because i can accept it slowly into my ass at my own tempo. It is always an easier entrance for me, plus of course, he also has a VISIBLE confirmation that i am doing this of my own free will.

Side bar – sometimes i get emails or comments that people are concerned about my well being. i truly understand that you may not think it, but i do this of my own free will. i can promise you, i am well – mentally and physically. i truly DO love my Disciplined Life!

So after i got the plug fully seated inside my ass, David pulled me off the bed and toward him. He wrapped his arms around my naked body and pulled me to him. He kissed me passionately. Then he smiled at me and said, “you make me so happy. I am proud of you and all that you do for me.”

He continued, “Now get dressed. Remember no bra or panties. You’ll have to hold the plug in without aids today. We will see how your day goes, but if you are good, we can probably see about shortening your no-cum week. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet.”

He released his hold on me, gave my ass a big hard (playful) slap, and said, “now don’t make us late for church. Hurry it up my sweet girl.”

As i was headed to the closest, he added, “Oh, just so you know…. This is your second chance this week. Had you picked one of the others, you wouldn’t have a second chance just yet. But with the same sexual tool in place now as what you had a few days ago, I want to give you a second chance to be the best submissive wife you can be. I will let you know when it comes out, and if you make it, you can have a reward tonight!”

T-H-I-S is love between us! i love how we have sexual energies, as well as tensions, in our marriage! The love i have for T-H-I-S man is extraordinary. And when i perform acts of submissive service that please him, like wearing an anal plug for some undefined time – just because he wanted me to, i know he loves me too.

Wonder how long i will make it today. Hopefully much longer than Thursday!! And hopefully the week will be shortened!

Stay tuned…. We will see if today is better!

And now off to church to worship Christ while giving my submissiveness to my husband.

Hugs,

Marie

194 – a longgggg week ahead

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In my last post, i told you about my latest discipline……. You can read about it here

Suffice it to say….It is going to be a longgggg week.

i didn’t do too well.

My task was to wear a plug until David i was home and whenever wanted to take it out.

Well, i had good intentions. But i didn’t accomplish the goal either.

i was at work and heading into a meeting when i had to use the bathroom. And it was uncomfortable already, so i just decided to take it out.

The meeting was going to be so much easier without it…. And it was.

When i got home, David walked by me and immediately put his hand to my bottom and said “is it still in?”

Because of course, not only did it come out long before it should have — but i didn’t even ask permission— or even just tell him!

i didn’t have to answer his question. As soon as his hand reached the bottom of my ass, he knew. He commented, “uh… no. No it is NOT still in. And when exactly did it come out??”

i said, “mid morning.”

He said, “you seem stubborn today and refusing to learn anything today. Go to the room and assume the position now.”

“Yes Sir” (i am SO submissive in his presence… but clearly NOT so much when left to my own devices)

The “position” he was referring to is being naked, feet on the floor, bent over at the waist where my upper half is on the bed, and my rear is completely exposed and available for being spanked at his will.

i went to our room and proceeded to get into position, to presumably receive a spanking.

When he came in instead of picking up the paddle, he said, “use your hands to spread your ass cheeks. I’m going to fuck your ass, just the way I said I would. And you are going to make yourself available to me now.”

He was clearly ready and already hard as a rock because it was just a few seconds after I spread my cheeks that I felt the tip of his cock start to press into me.

He didn’t waste anytime in pressing deeper and deeper until his whole cock was seated firmly inside me. He did pause to give me a second to adjust, thankfully. He said, “I’m going to ride you hard so I can get off quickly. I have absolutely no intention of allowing you to cum. This is for my pleasure, not yours. It could have been yours too, don’t forget this is your own doing. Now don’t let go of your ass cheeks for any reason!”

And with that, he placed a hand on each of my hips to give himself leverage and started to pull back to the point he almost came out entirely, he paused, and then slammed in deep. As he got all the way in, he muttered, “hmm, you feel SO good around my cock.”

And he did it again. And again.

He started going faster and faster. In and out with such vigor and intention. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to ride me hard.

i won’t lie, he felt good in my ass too. i was remorseful to the fact he would have been licking or inside my pussy, where i’d likely be on my back facing him, so as to smile and kiss upon my face too. But……alas, that’s not to be for today.

He continued to press in and out, going faster and faster, just as he promised. My ass will definitely be sore tomorrow!

At one point I lost my grip on my ass because he was pressing in and out so quickly that my hand slipped. He didn’t slow down. But instead, i heard him say, “get your hands back in place!” And he went faster yet. i heard grunted sentences under his breathe that were things like, “your ass feels amazing. I’ve needed this release.”

And finally, “give it to me baby. I’m going to fill your ass with my seed.”

And finally, only a few total minutes in really, he slammed deep inside and held himself there. I could feel his cock throbbing, knowing it was indeed filling my ass with his cum.

Almost immediately he pulled out and said, “don’t move,” while i heard footsteps. He was moving into the bathroom, presumably to clean up.

When he came back, he said, “get fully onto the bed and turn over onto your back.”

After i did, he handed me a tweezers and said, “you can come out of the room when all the hair is gone.”

As he turned to leave, i muttered something like, “what? You want me to pull out my pussy hairs with a tweezer?”

He heard me and turned around and said, “I bet next time you’ll be more appreciative of the razor when you are in the shower. But this way, you shouldn’t need a razor for several days to come too!”

Almost as a last minute thought, he added , “oh, and remember, I said no orgasms for you equal to one day for the number of hours that the plug came out early. It’s gonna be a long week for YOU!”

And he smiled mischievously at me, turned and walked out as I stared at my puss with a tweezer in my hand.

Needless to say, I have no more hair now…. (Ouch!)

Hugs,

Marie

192 – Recalibration Weekend

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In part because we have wanted one for ages, in part because of COVID (and not going places/vacations have helped to save money)….. we had the money to put a pool in our backyard this year. It’s been finished for about a month now.

David said, “While our son is away for the weekend, I see no reason for you to wear anything at all. I want and intend to enjoy your body thoroughly throughout.”

i simply responded with, “Yes Sir”.

Of course, as i turned my head, i was rolling my eyes and to my surprise David saw it. He wasn’t happy. He said, “while I have been amiss in allowing your lack of submission to be disciplined as of late, it’s time to change that back.”

While it’s true, we have slipped out of full routine, we haven’t gotten too far off either. Just mostly a “little lazy” about the little things really. (i have been overwhelmed with life and haven’t had much capacity to write here. When you feel like there’s “too much going on,” you find ways to eliminate things …and i am sorry friends, my blog is what got away from me. And this morning i felt inspired to write again…)

Well, because i didn’t respond with gusto to the new directive i was just given, David said, “come here. N-O-W!”

Ahh crap.

i stood up and moved from the couch i was on, to the chair he was sitting in and stood in front of him. In a stern and “I-dare-you-to-defy-me voice” David said, “take your clothes off.”

With my eyes and head dropped, i obeyed.

He said, “lay over my lap now.”

i did.

He wrapped his free leg around mine, so as to secure my legs from flailing, while laying his right arm and upper body into my back, causing me to be pinned.

That’s when i felt his left hand on top of my bottom. He gently laid it there. And he said, “you will remain naked for the duration of the weekend. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He asked, “why did you roll your eyes at me?”

“i’m not entirely sure Sir. Maybe because you have been lax about enforcing discipline lately.”

“While I appreciate your honesty, you do understand that the eye roll was not necessary, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“So lax or not, this weekend will be a reminder for both of us. Ready?”

i knew he was asking if i was ready to have his hand swiftly and firmly come down upon my bottom with an enforcing reminder of who i submit to. And because i #LoveMyDisciplinedLife (just don’t like the inconsistencies), i responded with, “Yes Sir.”

With that, his hand pulled away from my buttocks and i cringed as my mind prepared for what i felt just a swift second later.

Wow – he wasn’t kidding.

My Sir’s hand had to hurt as much as my bottom as he wasted NO time delivering 10-strong, hard, and fast spanks to my bare ass.

My legs automatically tried to lift up, but with his leg pinning me in place, there was nowhere to go. As i flinched and tried to wiggle, there was nowhere to go there either with his upper body laying into my back.

When 10-were delivered, i felt his body loosen from the grip and mine relaxed as the tension was released. He asked, “how close are you to tears?”

Admittedly since it had been awhile that i had been in this position, i said, “very near Sir.”

He asked, “is that from the humility that you are feeling in your mind or the sting you are feeling in your ass?”

“Both Sir.”

That’s when he said, “then 10-more it shall be. But my hand is hurting and I want to use the paddle for a stronger reminder. Go get your paddle for me now.”

Geez. Talk about more humility.

i did as i was instructed. My head held low as i did so. When I came back, he said, “look me in the eye and confirm you are ok.”

He likes to do this. Even though we agreed to a domestic discipline lifestyle long ago now, he likes to know that he’s not abusing me or forcing me to do anything against my will. And … he wasn’t.

While the pain was strong already, and about to get even more so, i was happy to see him taking (full) charge and not allowing even the smallest of transgressions to pass. So yes, i did look him in the eye and said, “i happily accept your discipline Sir. i am glad to know you are in charge and i willingly submit to you. You are hurting my bottom, but my will and desire to submit has not been hurt nor changed.”

He smiled and said, “great. I love you even more for your submission. Now let’s get the last 10-done now.” And he patted his leg.

i know the paddle hurts more than his hand, and while it’s only been a few mere minutes between the time he spanked with the hand until now with the paddle, i suspected the pain would be swift and strong.

He did not disappoint.

After we were right back in the same position and i felt the paddle laid flat on my bottom to let me know what was about to come, just as quickly and without an utterance of a sound, i felt it pull back.

It instantly collided with my bottom. Instinctively i flexed my back, where i felt his arm and upper body flex back pressing me back down.

One after another, they were so quick i hardly had time to process it. The sting in my bottom was so intense and i found the thoughts, “pleaseeeee end soon already!” seeping in. That’s when i felt the release of a tear from my eye. Then the other eye.

And it was over. As quickly as it started and as unexpected as it was, it was hard, fast… and … well…. deserved. Truthfully, it has been deserved for awhile now. Not so much about this one transgression with the eye roll or the delayed response to the directive to undress, but in general with all the recent days’ minor transgressions that he allowed to be ignored.

As he stood me up, he was still seated and i was between his legs. This is where he grabbed my hands and looked up into my eyes, and he said, “are we ready to have a good weekend now? We haven’t christened the pool yet…. And with you staying naked all weekend, i suspect i will be moved to take advantage of that frequently. Why don’t you go cool your bottom off in the pool now? Allow yourself to feel the water flow over you untethered by clothing. And let’s spend this weekend recalibrating….”

The couple of tears i felt spring forward from the spanking was nothing compared to now the recommitment i feel to My Sir. The tears flowed freely and he smiled. He knew it was tears of love as i smiled through them.

He dropped one of my hands and moved it to my puss where he quickly inserted two fingers. He said, “now now my love, let the tears flow if you wish, it you don’t need to cry. I love you for your strong character snd commitment to our marriage, and willingness to submit to me.”

His fingers were moving in and out quickly. i arched my back and my eyes rolled back in my head. As he saw that, he pulled his hand from me and one swift swat came across my puss where i was immediately brought back out of my mind and into reality.

He said, “Make no mistake… I will use you freely this weekend. But you are to ask to cum every single time. If you do not ask or do not receive my approval, and you cum anyway, you’ll be shedding tears of pain. Don’t make us go THERE this weekend! Now go get in the pool and I’ll be there shortly….”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

Life is good and i am #LovingMyDisciplinedLife!

Hugs,

Marie

186 – Chastity belt. Part II

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Because Naughty Nora and Miss D asked questions, it has me inspired to talk about it more……

As i do with all posts, i try to do some research before posting. i like to know, “is my opinion the same as what others would say too?” And i also like to know more facts about the topic too, in case my opinions are just “wrong, and had you learned more you’d know this too.” So i go to the internet…..about female chastity belts this time too.

Finding research on (female) chastity belts is hard. You find a lot of sites selling the cheap Chinese versions (which is fine), a little information about the more expensive ones (which is fine too), but almost nothing about reviews, pros/cons, logistics on everything from how to put it on and how to clean it to ….. WHY would you do it. Why is it appealing? Information about all of this other stuff almost entirely doesn’t exist.

But after a lot of searching, i finally found a blog post from an avid chastity belter. While i don’t know her at all, based on my own actual experience to date, i think she’s well spoken in her choice of words and accuracy in all she wrote.

So instead of posting my own thoughts, i decided she is a bigger expert than i, she said everything i had already contemplated saying, and well…. reposting her blog is quicker for me too.

Of course, i want to add just a little bit of my own experience, especially as it relates to the mental aspects of wearing chastity belts.

Why do i like it? Or why would i tell David i think it’s a “good idea”?

well. i will tell you there’s two main reasons.

1) Wearing a chastity belt makes me feel physically submissive, and not just mentally.

Being submissive means choosing to have less power than the dominant. And most often that is mental… like less power over decisions, or what’s important, or who’s going to be responsible for a task. While some of this does result in a physical action, much of it starts from a mental position.

Sometimes submission is as simple as NOT doing something. Like choosing not to break rules set in place, not touch myself sexually or cause/allow an orgasm, or being disrespectful. But even the “not orgasm” is effectively a mental thing because it’s NOT doing something physical.

So when i am locked up in chastity, i am actively submitting. i am DOING something. A physical, tangible, action. And when wearing it, it is constant. While i can and do get used to the feeling of having it on, it’s still a (quite literally) hard reminder every time i move, stand, or sit, that i chose to hand Sir the key to my heart… and his pussy…. and i am his submissive.

2) You only lock up what’s important to you, so it makes me feel important to Sir.

Think about it, you password protect your information online, you lock the car when you aren’t in it, you lock house when you go to sleep (locking up YOU), you put your money in a bank, and some people put valuable coins, baseball cards, or papers in a safe.

We only put locks and keys on the stuff we deem valuable and don’t want someone else to have access to use or ability to steal.

So when i wear chastity belts, i feel important enough to be locked up and not used by another… including by myself. i can’t steal an orgasm when wearing steel on my locked pussy.

So i like chastity belts because i like what it stands for and what it represents. And honestly, when it’s fitted correctly, it doesn’t hurt either. It does start to chafe after several hours of wear, but it actually feels good to wear it most of the time.

i feel quite literally very intentionally submissive when i wear a chastity belt.

So if it feels good mentally AND physically to wear it…. why wouldn’t i like it?

But that’s enough about my feelings, back to what the Discerning Specialist says about female chastity belts……. check it out for yourself…… if you want to.

And so, without further ado, Here’s the link.

Hugs,

Marie

185 – Sunday (Chastity) Fun day

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i know that David doesn’t always read my posts, but sometimes he does too. He read my last post about (fictional) stress relief and he was kinda amused but i really think mostly annoyed.

No, we didn’t get into a fight. But his annoyance was real.

We go to church most Sundays. Frequently we drive separately though because David is apart of our church’s tech team and works on the live stream, camera switching duty crew. As such, he has to be there much earlier than the service start time, so we generally drive ourselves.

Well i was finishing that post when he was on his way to church and i sent him a link to it. i wanted him to see where my mind has been lately….. me realizing he has work-stress, i need to give him space, be a good submissive wife… and yet, feeling sex-needy too.

i think it’s easy to get distracted from ourselves and our relationships when work (aka: Real Life) gets in the way. i think this is part of why they say “making a marriage work is hard work.” It has to be intentional and you have to make time for it. Kinda like putting meetings or appointments on the calendar, you almost need to do the same thing with your spouse.

But that seems silly, right? To make an appointment with my husband to do…. what exactly? Watch tv? Eat dinner? Have sex?

Shouldn’t all those things “just happen naturally”?? And can “scheduled sex” be fun? Don’t you need to feel like it first?

Well…. yes and no. i mean, sure… it should happen naturally. But sometimes it just doesn’t. And when it doesn’t, it may need to be scheduled. Even scheduled sex can be fun… and at the very least, it can serve as a reminder of when you did “feel like it” naturally. And that remembrance trigger could cause the desire to want it to return too.

Oh don’t misunderstand, we have desires. We aren’t NEVER wanting sex or sexual relations. Heck, that’s pretty much the point of my last fiction post…. i have these desires but it’s not lining up with Sir’s desires, or time availability, and hampered by the stress he has at work too.

So I suppose that’s the other thing about it… you have to both feel like it at the exact same time too. And again, life gets in the way. Making marriages hard to maintain, without scheduling it on the calendar.

Well, that’s the thing about being a submissive wife… who happens to be feeling sexually needy… my job is to serve him. In the way that’s fulfilling to him. Remember that other post i did recently about that too? (Oh wait… i haven’t finished that one. Okay, sneak peek … the book “Real Service” i am reading is all about how a sub provides a servo e to the Dom, but only in ways and tasks that the Dom actually wants and desires. That post soon to be finished too!)

Now coming back to this Sunday morning, he read my fiction post when he got to church. While he’s on the tech team, and they do a run through, much of his duties include “making sure it all works fine.” Which pretty much means he has to set it up, sit back and wait to see if it works or doesn’t while all the musicians and pastors go about the practice they need too. So he has a lot of down time, and that’s when he read my sex-filled-post…. while at church. (Devious of me, right?)

Yeah, he kinda thought so too. He wasn’t happy that i have pointed out his stress (and not much time for me right now), and texted it to him while he’s at church no less. But then again, i doubt he was surprised either.

He texted me with, “I read this. You haven’t worn the chastity belt in awhile. I suspect you’ve gotten yourself hot and bothered while writing this post. You best not have caused yourself to orgasm without permission. If I find out you have, you’ll be punished. Have you?”

Uhmmmmmm. i am getting a bitter sweet answer to my (unintended) cry for attention………

He told me it seems i am “acting out in a passive-aggressive and unbecoming way.”

i have said before i probably should call myself a brat-type-submissive. i truly didn’t intend this to be that way, but as i stop and think about it, i think he’s right. (Ok, i know he’s right… but i don’t like being wrong. And i didn’t do it on purpose, so i don’t even want to admit it now either.)

The text continued, “You need to dress for the day and wear that chastity belt. Bring the key with you to church. I’ll hold onto it the rest of the day. I’ll decide when you can or should be released. Maybe it will be after I orgasm first though and given my stress level, I have no idea when that may happen!”

i don’t get sexual release. But i do get sexual attention. And it wasn’t a scheduled appointment either. And i probably do need a spanking to be reminded to be submissive while being reminded the bratting-way isn’t acceptable …. while also being reminded that submission is about my service to Sir in the way that is meaningful to him. Just saying.

i guess i have a long day ahead of me. And it’s now time to dress for church.

Hugs,

Marie