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236 – The drought has ended…maybe. Hopefully!

i would certainly not say the flood gates have sprung wide open but beings as i was caned this afternoon, the weather forecast seems to have changed too.

My in laws are in town and I have been flirting with David the entire week they have been here. I’ve done it in a nonchalant way that could have gone unnoticed by most, including my in laws, but not by David.

Yesterday i inserted an anal plug in my ass, and texted David a picture. His response was a “hmm.” i admit, that response fully annoyed me. i wanted (needed!) more. A L-O-T more!

i left the plug in all afternoon. When we went swimming, i made a point to tell David it was still inside and swimming with us.

i have tried before to train my ass to accept a plug for a full 24-consecutive hours and to date have not succeeded, i do hope to get there one day.

i haven’t a clue why this is such a recurring goal for me…… Except i suppose i do know why after thinking about it a bit. It feels like an achievable goal to be able to manage and control my own body by pushing it past a limit that my body seems to want to maintain. i won’t do anything so extreme to cause myself to have medical issues, but i know i can master it. It is a power of mind over body that i want to gain. And as such, it is a great turn on for me.

That was probably a squirrel trail though, as it wasn’t too relevant to today’s topic of … weather. Which has shifted a bit. For the better. Even though it seems to be rainy.

While in our backyard pool, with our son and his parents inside, i tried to get David to sexually touch me and get me to orgasm. He got annoyed. He didn’t get completely angry, but definitely not happy either. The clouds were setting in.

And i did not get the O that i was seeking.

When we got out of the pool, and we’re in our room drying off, he said, “Take off your swimsuit. Get on the bed. On all fours, where your ass will face me so I can see the plug.”

i smiled and eagerly complied. i was happy to do as told, as i didn’t think this was leading to anything bad or negative. Why would i have assumed that? We have been in a severe drought mode lately! i assumed i was about to get my wish for him to have sex with me, in some form or fashion, and i’d get that orgasm after all.

But you know what happens when you assume, right?

He got the cane out. Ut oh.

i get asked frequently about whether being spanked with the cane or spanked with the paddle is better or worse. And which one of the two that i like (or hate) most. i would say that neither is better or worse, they are just quite different from one another. The cane has a very different, dialed-in, specific sting when it makes contact with my butt, compared to the paddle that is a very broad, all-over smack. They both hurt, but in very different ways.

The cane is very silent. It’s quiet effective for times when there are other people in the house. He told me to accept this caning with the same volume from my lips as the cane, which meant he expects to hear nothing. That is always a challenge.

As he delivered the swats he told me how i have been a bad girl flirting in front of his parents, in such overt ways that likely made them uncomfortable. When i started to squirm, i grabbed a pillow and buried my head in it to keep from making audible noises.

And that’s when i felt his touch. The caning continued with one hand, while his other hand explored my sex. He made a comment about how wet i was and that clearly i am turned on.

Pleasure and pain. i felt them both. And it was indeed a turn on.

i was physically turned on by his hand, but i was also mentally turned on with the idea that of his dominance had possibly (finally) come back to me. i enjoy submitting to my husband, and i know he enjoys having it. But words without actions frequently are moot, or maybe even mute. So the idea of being caned was quite a turn on for what it may now mean might be returning to our marriage. (The actual caning hurt like crazy!)

He urged me to give him that orgasm that i so wanted to have. And so i did. It flowed hard and fast from my body, all the while i bit down on the pillow to keep from making any noise at all. The orgasm flowed, while my butt was turned a bright red from the cane.

So the rain came down and i enjoyed it. i let the lovely wet feeling completely encompass my body, mentally and physically.

i continue to pray his dominance will return in full. While i am unclear yet if the drought has officially ended, i do know there was wet rain falling today! And it felt good!

Hugs,

Marie

235 – Daddy’s Girl plays with her baby doll – Fiction

She started the day out rather quickly by saying, “Today you’ll wear an anal plug,”

It wasn’t a “good morning” or “how’d you sleep” or even a kiss and a smile. I could tell today might not be a good day for me, but then again, depending on my attitude and perspective, maybe it would!

I was surprised because the mistress had never said anything like this before, nor had she ever been so direct with me so quickly, but nevertheless I responded appropriately with a simple, “yes ma’am.”

My husband, my Sir, has a girlfriend. She is also my Mistress, and she had stayed the night at our house last night. While he rose early to start his day but she was not so eager to get out of bed. It is a well known rule in our house that I am to stay in bed until the last member of the house is out. That’s because my services or my body may be needed and should be at their disposal to either of them whenever they choose. And apparently the mistress chose today.

Then she continued, “we have to get you ready. You need to shower and shave now. Be sure to shave close enough that no hair is found on your pussy.”

Well this bossiness was certainly new, but I was wet at her direction too. I conveyed my understanding and got immediately into the shower. After washing and shaving thoroughly, I exited the shower.

I wasn’t far into drying off when the Mistress appeared and she yanked the towel away from me. She said, “stand still. At attention. Don’t move while I finish drying you off.”

“Yes ma’am.” That’s when I did move into the attention-position she was expecting, with my legs a bit more than shoulder width apart, interlocked my fingers with hands behind my head, and stared straight forward.

She started to wipe my body dry starting at my top and going down to my feet. She seemed to slow at my breasts, and yet I must have imagined it as then she simply continued south.

I felt the towel go between my legs and her hand bring it to my pussy as she wiped it dry. That’s when I felt her mouth wrap around my breast nipple, while she dropped the towel but kept her hand in place, cupped around my sex. I clearly did not imagine her slowing at my boobs after all! As quickly as I felt her hand on my pussy, I also felt two fingers pressure their way past my previously closed lips to go straight up inside me. I gasped. But I didn’t dare look down or otherwise move. Of course, while I had hoped the gasp would go unnoticed, it wasn’t missed at all.

Mistress immediately bit down with her teeth on my nipple just enough to create a clamp like feeling and the pressure be known. Through her clamped teeth, I heard her say, “stop reacting! Stand perfectly still and at attention as I told you to!”

As quickly as it started, Mistress pulled her fingers out and released the clamp on my nipples, at which time she dried the remainder of my legs. That was a teaser with what I could assume would be more to come.

“Now get a cotton ball from the cabinet. Rub it throughly across your entire pussy. Then show it to me to prove that you’ve shaved as thoroughly as I instructed you to.”

I did as she asked, and she was indeed pleased. I had successfully shaved all hair from my pussy. It was bald as a baby.

She said, “very well done. Now on the bed, on all fours.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I moved to the bed and climbed on. I positioned myself perpendicular to the length of the bed, so that my feet were hanging off the side and my sex was facing her with ease. I spread my legs leaving everything easily available to the Mistress.

It was then that I heard her come behind me. She was between my legs and standing on the side of the bed as I waited to see what was to come next. That’s when I felt the tip of the plug start to my anal hole. I breathed in deep and prepared myself for the impending intrusion. I spoke to Mistress, “Ma’am, please go slow until it passes my sphincter muscle and I can adjust. That is always the hardest part.”

She didn’t respond with words, but I did hear a smooth groan sound too, seemingly one to imply she accepted my request.

I felt it slide slowly inside my ass. As it moved further and further in, I became more relieved – and thankful – my mistress was moving slowly. As she inched it further and further inside me, I finally felt my sphincter muscle relax and allow the dildo to pass. I let out a sigh of relief and thanked her profusely.

That’s when I felt her arms come over my shoulders and each hand grabbed at a breast. She squeezed each one tightly, and whispered in my ear, “ready for me to continue to fuck your ass?”

“Im sorry, I don’t understand Ma’am.”

She said, “I decided to not put a simple plug in your ass. Instead, I have a strap on cock that is currently fully seated deep in your ass now. I intend to fuck your ass until you reach orgasm.”

She continued, “Now, lay flat as I ride your ass and fuck you hard! Focus on getting to your orgasm as it will be the last one you receive for awhile!”

That’s when she pressed my back down hard onto the bed, causing me to be flat on my stomach, never allowing her cock to move from its deep seat inside my ass. I felt her legs straddle me and her hands press down on my back. She had effectively pinned me to the bed. That’s when she spoke again, saying, “I’m going to fuck your ass now. Making you know who is the boss and who is not. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

And with that, she moved her strapped-on cock in and out of my ass, slowly at first, but gaining speed quickly all the same. She pressed deeply each time. I think she intended to go so deep as to make a lasting impression on my physical and mental body both!

She asked me, “if I go faster, will you orgasm my baby doll?”

I was getting so near it already with my Mistress going so deep, the idea of her going even faster would likely set me over the edge. I used to think my pussy could not orgasm without it being touched, let alone not being penetrated. But I learned a long time ago now too, quite well actually, that I can indeed orgasm with any hole being fucked!

While I think she already knew the answer anyway, I told the truth and said, “yes Ma’am, I know I will!”

She said, “you must ask permission before you will actually be allowed to cum. If you fail to ask, or fail to get my approval before hand, you will regret it!”

And she pressed deep, and pulled out, and pressed again, and pulled out. She began to go faster. Just when I thought I was about to ask if I could cum, she suddenly stopped, while her cock was nearing the edge of completely vacating my ass. That’s when she asked me, “ready now?”

“Oh yes! Please Ma’am, I am so very in need of your love. Please allow me to orgasm!”

And with that, she pressed her cock all the way in and back out with vigor and intensity. She went fully in and came fully out. She was pressing down on my back as she used me as leverage, she said, “hold your ass open for me now! I want to go deeper yet!”

So I reached back with both hands, and pulled each cheek aside. She squealed with excitement and she did just as promised, by pressing deeper still.

In spite of the fact I did not think it was even possible, I moaned as I felt myself impaled even further! At that moment, I cried out, “Ma’am, please… can I cum?”

What I heard back surprised me. She slapped down on my ass hard and said, “No! I am not ready for you to orgasm. Be a good baby doll and listen now because I don’t want to have to spank you. NO!”

And with that she kept pounding at my ass even more. I screamed out, “Please… allow me to orgasm now Ma’am!”

Surprisingly, she told me no again. She continued, “I know you can beg harder than that! Give it to me… make me believe you have to orgasm!”

As she forced herself and her strapped-on cock to bury as deep as she could possibly go into my ass, I began to wonder if my ass would ever recover from this pounding! Although before I worried about that, I needed to orgasm first! I just simply had to orgasm! N-O-W!

“Pleaseeeee….. Ma’am. I need your approval. Please allow me to orgasm! My pussy is aching to let go. I need to feel my pussy pulse down hard at your cock’s pleasure. I want to orgasm so badly!”

She pressed her cock in deep, while laying herself down flat on top of me. While her boobs pressed against my back, I felt her hand slide down between the bed and up against my pussy. She stuck her fingers inside my needy cunt and said, “Yes! My baby slut girl, orgasm for me now! Let me feel it all over my fingers. N-O-W!”

And that’s all I needed. My needy cunt let go of all the pent up excitement and relaxed fully into her command, and drenched her fingers with my juices.

As the tension in my body left me fully and my pussy began to slow in the contractions from my massive orgasm, I closed my eyes and whispered thanks to my Ma’am for allowing me to orgasm.

She had been kissing at my neck as I was climaxing and cooing in my ear urging me to give it all to her, but now she lifted herself off of my back and after pulling out of my ass she said quite sternly, “do not move.” As if I had any energy or desire to move! Because I absolutely did not, I did exactly as instructed.

Mistress left from the bed to return just a minute later. She said, “flip over to your back now baby girl.” And of course, I did.

It was then that I saw she was holding my chastity belt. She said, “guess what else today holds for you my dear little one?!”

She continued, “now be a good girl and lift your bottom so I can put your steel panties on you now.” She also had wet wipes in her hand and said, “of course baby girl, we have to get you cleaned up from the naughty little mess you made first.”

I let Ma’am have her way with me because, well… I wouldn’t really have had a choice anyway. But in this case, I was actually quite grateful for all her loving care as my ass and pussy were both still throbbing from the pounding she delivered, as well as the orgasm too.

As I had already lifted my ass in the air, she placed the chastity belt down underneath me. The steel felt cold and stiff, as it always did. It was my fitted belt that I’ve gotten well accustomed to its feeling with as much as I’ve worn it over the last many months. After it was properly laid beneath me, I lowered my bottom back down to the bed.

She gingerly wiped at my pussy with the wet wipe. Then she had powder and sprinkled it on too saying, “oh little one, we have to keep you clean and dry now. Don’t want you to develop any rash down there, now do we?” I didn’t respond. I could tell it was a rhetorical question.

She fastenedthe belt straps in the front and as she started to put the lock on, she said, “And just like that, we get you all snuggled and settled in properly!”

And just like that, I heard the lock snap shut. That familiar sound was both relaxing and dreadful. I never knew just how long this stint in the chastity belt would last but I fully trust my Mistress and know she knows what’s best for me too.

She pulled me up into a seated position and smiled at me. She spoke, “Doesn’t my baby doll look magnificent now?! I just love you so!” And she put her arms around me into the biggest hug ever. I know she loves me as much as both myself and my Sir also love her!

That’s when I heard the familiar voice say, “Hey, I’m home. Where is everyone?” My husband had arrived back home.

Mistress called out, “I am in the bedroom. Come see me Daddy.”

When he came to the room, he smiled at her and engulfed her in his arms in as big of a hug as she had just given me. He said, “Baby girl, how’s your day been going so far?”

She said in the best big girl voice you’ve ever heard, “Look Daddy, I’ve been playing with my doll. Doesn’t she look so great in her steel panties? I love to dress her up Daddy. I got her into her panties all by myself, and I even remembered to wipe her bottom too. Thank you for getting her for me.”

He pulled back from his embrace and while looking at me he smiled and said to her, “oh baby girl, you’ve done so good with your dolly. I bet she loves it when you are so nice and play with her. Should I be nice and play with you now too?”

She said in the best little girl voice you’ve ever heard, “oh yes Daddy, I love it when we play together. Can I have my dolly girl stay on the bed so she can see what a good little girl I am for you?”

My Sir looked at me and smiled again. He said, “I’m sure your dolly would love to watch how well we play together, my love. I’m sure you are right in that she will see what a good girl you are indeed.”

With that I watched as my Sir, my Mistress’ Daddy, undressed her slowly and made love to her. I heard my Mistress giggle a few times and laugh while saying things like, “oh Daddy, that tickles,” and “Daddy, look at your stick-thing grow so long and hard” and “You make me feel all tingly inside Daddy.”

They were clearly having fun and making love to one another with such passion. It made my heart swell to see them in love. I love them both so much and it makes me happy to be loved by both of them too.

The entire time they “played” together, I was seated on the bed in nothing except my belt. Mistress made sure I was positioned so as to see everything that they did quite clearly, while being ever-so-silent as that’s what Baby Dolls do. They are silent, eyes open, taking it all in, without the ability to say or change a thing.

Honestly, there isn’t a single thing I’d want to change either… except maybe the ability to allow my pussy to orgasm just one more time! Of course, my pussy was locked in steel panties and that was not soon changing!

The end

Hugs,

Marie

234 – Long term Chastity

i have written before about chastity belts. i own a (cheap Chinese) chastity belt, but as it is cheap, it has quickly deteriorated and seen better days. The old adage of “you get what you pay for” is oh-so applicable here.

i have eyed the more expensive, more permanent, ones for a long while.

My opinion of why i want one has not changed. i wrote about it before, where my primary thought about it’s best use and reason to wear it is to protect or lock up what’s valuable. i have not wavered in this thought.

As i mentioned before, but feel it worthy of repeating….. you lock up things that matter. Things that are important. That you don’t want to be lost, stolen, or taken.

My submissive pussy is important and worthy of physically being locked up to be used by only my Sir at his leisure and no one else’s… including and maybe especially my own lust and desire!

The good chastity belts are NOT cheap at all. In part because they are custom made to fit, as a result no two are exactly alike, causing the price to match the workmanship.

i asked Sir if i could purchase one almost a year ago. i think he underestimated my desire to have it. That was when we got a cheap Chinese one instead. That was a good compromise because the cost was “just enough” for the cheap one that if i decided i did not like it, it wasn’t a huge investment. On the other hand, if i decided i did like it, i would truly know what i was spending (a lot of) money on before getting that deep into it. And either way, what was spent on the cheap one was a good investment to learn from.

Recently i asked him again if i could buy the expensive, custom fit one. At the time i asked him, his response was nonchalant and was a “I’ll think about it.”

Well…. today he said Y-E-S!

On some sane (or maybe insane?) level, i think i should rather NOT want one of these belts. While i definitely believe what i said before about locking up valuables, it seems a bit insane to volunteer (let alone ASK!!) to have my most private parts be locked under a key that only David holds.

i may be insane. i don’t know. Or maybe i do know, but don’t want to admit it.

What i do know and am willing to admit is that my sex is so turned on most of the time. And as such, i am tempted to play with myself a lot. while i wish i could tell you it was “just” a temptation, frequently, it is not. Frequently i find pleasure in touching myself to the point of orgasm. And sometimes more than once a day!

In my previous experiences with the cheap Chinese belt, the desire to be touched to the point of orgasm, was exponentially heightened when locked up. i was sexually frustrated virtually 24/7, to the point of mental craziness quite frequently. It was ok though as it led to two things: 1) a tangible reminder that it isn’t mine to play with, 2) even more desire to please and to have sex with David. Both great side effects of the situation!

None of the personal touching was supposed to be happening anyway but it did. And a chastity belt is a sure fire way to take that option away!

i love the way it hugs my body and gives that secure feeling! i love the idea of having all control of my own body taken away from me and given to the one who holds the key!

The biggest problem i experienced before was hygiene and keeping clean. i learned a lot of ways to keep clean before, but now i have found a lot more online (with a whole lot of deeeeppppp searching!) that i am anxious to try out in efforts to do better here too.

The most interesting thing i found is that the best way to stay clean is to take showers or baths while being sure to clean/rinse as throughly as possible. While the lock itself is not that water proof and needs to be cared for, that’s the only part that can’t get (fully) wet in the shower.

Further, i found some sites where women (and/or men) are locked up for long periods of time. One lady’s site i found, she was locked for a full year. And her husband took her out, made love to her, she cleaned up, and was relocked. i have to believe she was able to take it off for a thorough cleaning at least (say) once a week, but she did not mention that specifically either.

i think i would like to ultimately be locked during the week; from Mon-Fri. And be unlocked on Sat-Sun.

We have traditionally not had time for sexual activities during the week, but can make up for it on the weekend. Additionally, weekdays are when i am away from David the most. It will take time to build up to this level of chastity, but this is what would like to see. We shall wait to see what actually happens though too!

After a lot of searching for the right one… i have made a decision. And it is going to be on order soon. It will likely take 6-12 weeks to arrive, but it will be worth the wait!

i am super excited while at the exact same time feeling super insane… or maybe it’s the most sane thing i have done in awhile… giving myself to David completely is what i have always desired. This seems like the best way to do just that! But again, that may be the insanity side talking!

Which belt you ask? Well… i will tell you when it comes in. Or better yet, i will show you… with a pic of it. But… you’ll have to wait. Just like me. 😉

Hugs,

Marie

228 – Hidden in plain sight

Sometimes Submission is obvious. When you know what it looks like. Frequently though, people are not looking or aware.

i walk through the grocery store with David and to anyone knowing what a submissive wife looks like, you’d see it plainly when looking at me as we walk together.

Then there’s the non-submissive wives (or husbands) that anyone can see too. NO criticism, just saying they are obvious to me too.

Those are usually the couples who are bickering or even fighting about this or that as they go through the store. They are the ones who can’t seem to agree whether $2.99 for a lb of grapes is reasonable or not. i would tell you one of the biggest reasons to submit is because of the harmony it creates. Life is so much more enjoyable when it is done with joy and harmony. (i wouldn’t argue with David if he said that was too much for grapes. i would simply say “ok” and that’s that!)

And the opposite is true too. i walk through the store watching others as we go, and i see submissiveness in others. When i see another submissive wife, we usually make eye contact, smile, and it signifies the other know how much we approve of one another.

It’s clear if you know what to look for AND you are paying attention. And if you do not or are not paying attention, a D/s relationship becomes hidden in plain sight.

So what does a submissive wife look like in the grocery store anyway? That’s an easy question to answer, because it’s me! i will just tell you how i look and act in the store!

First i will tell you how i look.

In the spirit of A-L-W-A-Y-S have something in or on my body as a reminder of my submission, today i asked David as i was getting dressing, “open or closed?”

He was confused and asked, “what?”

i smiled and said, “Today i was thinking i should either wear the crotchless pants or the chastity belt as the submissive item of the day. So my puss would either be very open or very closed, which would you prefer?”

He smiled at me and said, “while I think you need to have it locked up, I want to have it open today.” So open it should be!

i am physically dressed today with my stretch, yoga-style pants, that have no crotch. There is an opening from the very front to the very back. On my top, i wear a shirt that is extra long, which is more than enough to cover myself. It has a (relatively) deep V-cut neckline, but not too deep. It shows just the top edge of the crevice between each breast, giving a bit of a tease to any onlooker yet leaving much to the imagination too. And lastly, i wear two pieces of jewelry: my wedding ring and a stylish silver choker collar.

There is no bra, and of course, no panties either. There would be absolutely no point in wearing panties with crotchless pants, right?!

When you lay your eyes on me, if you were observant you would likely notice my nipples poking through my shirt, or maybe not. You may also notice my necklace, or maybe not as well. Both are in plain sight. Of course, most people either don’t see or if they do, don’t realize the significance of seeing either of them so my submission is therefore hidden.

Most people assume seeing my nipples is a sign of me being either risqué, a slut, or both. This is at least one reason why i almost always wear my wedding ring and am always standing near my husband. Then again, if they want to assume i am one of those, that’s their decision and i am ok with that. i am proud of being submissive and not ashamed.

And my collar. A submissive collar usually has a circle on it, as does mine. i have more than one collar. i still owe you a post about my collar but that’s not this post either and you’ll have to wait for that one still. i will tell you now though that i frequently wear one of my collars in public. To someone in the know, and observantly watching, they would know it’s a sign of my submission but if you weren’t aware, you’d just think it was a pretty silver choker necklace. Next time you see a choker necklace on a girl while in public, and there’s a circle on it, you’ll now know that she’s a sub! Again, i will tell you more about the collar(s) i own and wear in another post.

Lastly, you wouldn’t see this at all about me but rather David. He sneaks small touches of my puss as we move about the produce aisle, turn the corner to the next aisle, or when reaching to pick up an item. You probably won’t see this though as he does it subtly and you’d have to be paying a LOT for attention to find this. But IF you do see it, you’ll see me allowing it too.

Next i will tell you how i act.

As i have somewhat already said above, i stand tall. i am not afraid to have people see my submission, nor am i embarrassed or worried or turned off or otherwise stressed. In fact, i am proud.

When i walked through the store today, i held my head high and my shoulders back. That’s when you’d have possibly seen my nipples poking through!

If you were to see me, you’d have likely found me following behind David. While i sometimes walk next to him and there’s no official rule about where i must stand in relation to him, the store can be crowded allowing only just enough room to walk in a single file line. When that’s the case, i walk behind. Never in front. Never EVER in front. i follow. i never lead, physically or mentally! This is by choice that i follow and of course mentally too.

If and when you did actually lay eyes on me, i make eye contact and smile. Sometimes i talk to you and say hello, but not always. If you speak to me, i will always speak back though too. If you knew i was submissive, you might be surprised to see that i am not an introvert really and will not appear to shrink when seen or spoken to. i am proud of who i am. i am submissive for sure, but i am not ashamed or afraid of people seeing the real me which is NOT an introvert!

Because i am proud, if you were to ask me about anything, including about my submission, i would answer honestly. People frequently aren’t confident enough to speak to someone else at all, but especially about something so private as a submission collar around her neck even when you know me well! (i wear my collar to work quite frequently and most people think it is a “very lovely necklace!” And no one, absolutely no ONE has ever asked… but i am sure that at least 3-suspect!)

i always walk close to David. He is always within my eye sight, if not within arm’s length. The only exception to that (ever) is if he tells me to go pick up something further away, in which case i oblige.

i generally push the cart and he fills it up. He cooks and i clean. That’s always been our deal, so in the store, he decides what to buy and i just wait for the cart to be filled and we leave.

We make jokes and references about submission when we are in public fairly frequently too. Like today, there was a woman on a mission with her shopping cart. She was rather oblivious about her surroundings and seemingly uncaring too. She took up the entire aisle, criss-crossed, and was set on going where she wanted to. Had the rest of us not moved out of her way, she likely would have plowed into someone. David made a comment about her, to which i said, “Some people think they own the place and that they are in charge.”

David laughed and said, “You never think that. Do you?”

“Absolutely not! But she did.”

“Yes, she did indeed. Maybe someone needs to teach her a lesson.”

And we laugh.

The entire conversation is quiet enough that most wouldn’t hear, but if you did, you’d know it was about submission too.

Today when we left the store, as we drove home David reached over and drew up my shirt exposing my pussy to him. He commented about how pretty it looked just hanging out there.

And then his hand started exploring and playing with it. It swelled at his touch. i became very turned on and was enjoying the attention. He played as he drove. i should have been concerned about his distraction, but i suppose i was distracted beyond the point of concern. Of course, i NEVER say no to his touch. His hand, tongue, or cock is ALWAYS welcome on (or in) my body any day or night or location!

He talked to me and said, “you were a good girl at the store. i love how you wore this outfit today making it easy for me, yet never said a word on the way here.”

i commented, “i knew you knew it was available to you Sir. i knew i didn’t have to say anything, but i was hoping you’d touch me too!”

The more he played, the more aroused i became. i found myself asking to orgasm and he said yes. So i did. i orgasmed right there, in the car, on the freeway, with my puss on display for anyone to see.

Yet, no one did. No one saw me orgasm because they weren’t looking. Just like it’s probable that no one noticed or saw me in the store either.

There’s so much around us that we just don’t notice because we really are just not looking.

So many things are hidden in plain sight. i might can prove to you now that even you weren’t paying attention….. did you look at the photo? What does it look like? Did you see the animals?

Did you see the THREE animals in the photo above? Yes, there are three…. Here ya go!

Hugs,

Marie

226 – The (preemptive) Party plan

Almost without fail, every time we host people to our home for an event of any size, David and i tend to end up at odds with one another beforehand.

And the bigger the event, typically the bigger the differences between Sir and i become. Two years ago, we got into a huge fight ahead of a party, but once the party started, all was forgotten and by the end of the party we didn’t even mention it again.

It’s all because we both want things to run smoothly for the event and we are “on a mission” ahead of time to get everything set just perfect. But the trouble is, we both have our own agenda and sometimes the two agendas don’t quite connect and in fact they frequently collide.

We don’t do too many events really at all, but definitely never too close together either. Maybe 1-3 events per year. In fact, this year we had a Super Bowl party in February and nothing again until December. And with so much time in between, we typically “forget” the things we even had trouble with then, so we don’t take precautions ahead of the next event to not have trouble arise for the event at hand.

This year is different though. As i wrote before, this past Saturday we hosted a Christmas party for David’s coworkers. And now this Friday, we are hosting another Christmas party for my co-workers. i don’t ever remember having two parties so close together that we just attended, let alone hosted!

And after this past Saturday’s difficulties in light of the fact we nearly got into a fight but saved it at the end, David decided to do things differently this week.

He started talking to me yesterday about this and i can tell it will continue. He started out saying, “we aren’t going to have a repeat of our skirmish ahead of this party, like what we had for the last party. Are we?”

To which i responded, “i certainly hope not Sir.”

And he said, “I’m sure we won’t. In fact, we are going to do things differently to prevent it.”

i inquired about what he had in mind. And he told me that, “Friday is always maintenance anyway. So bring the party day too, we will start the day with a rather intense maintenance spanking. I will talk to you throughout about how you are to be submissive, responsive, cooperative, and to remind you that your actions and especially your words are to be in line.”

i said, “while i wish it weren’t necessary, i think this sounds like a good plan.”

He then added, “that’s not all I have planned though. I intend to have you naked for the morning. There’s no reason for you to wear clothes. You are always more submissive when you are exposed, so I want to reinforce this heavily and that’s what you’ll do.”

He went on, “then around noon, I will insist on putting your anal plug in your ass and you’ll wear it for the duration of the planning period and all the way to the end of the party as a constant reminder of how you are to act.”

He also said, “and should you and I do well on this party day without any trouble between us, on Saturday morning I will fuck you hard and you can orgasm as often as you want. But make no mistake, if you are NOT good or if we end up fighting still, on Saturday morning we will meet. But not for fun. We will have another spanking but this one will be an intense discipline one where you’ll be wishing we hadn’t fought on Friday!”

“And lastly, if this goes well, we will make this part of our pre-party ritual for every event. Do you have any questions?” is how he ended.

“No Sir. This sounds like a good way to prevent trouble before it arises. And for what it’s worth, i love how in control you are AND how preemptive you want to be now too. i hate fighting with you and i intend to be fucked hard on Saturday now! i can’t wait!”

He finished with, “good. I’m glad we have a better plan of action because I have no desire to fight with you either. And this way, we won’t. And if there’s trouble, we both know how we will handle it.”

With that, i smiled at me and he hugged me in return.

Friday and Saturday will now be quite a lot more interesting than “just a party” at our house again!

But i am confident all will go extremely well and my Saturday will be spent with a sore puss, and NOT a sore ass! 😉

Stay tuned…..

Hugs,

Marie