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86 – out of town

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Our son is going out of town tomorrow for an overnight trip to the beach with friends. i hope Sir uses me to the best of his ability while our son is gone.

But it’s times like this that i get my hopes up, get all excited… get things in my own head (!!!) that are not in his. And i don’t exactly know how to tell him without topping from the bottom… but if i don’t find some way to tell him, i’ll likely end up being squirrelly-cranky by the end, which is likely to cause problems.

Pre-DD solutions……

And those “problems” in the past would have probably led to a fight. i can hear it in my head now….

David: How was I to know T-H-A-T was what you wanted? Did you tell me?

Me: No, I didn’t tell you, but I assumed you’d know. And if you didn’t just know, when I dressed with practically nothing on that it would attract your eye. Or at the very least, you’d ask why I was dressed (or not) the way I was.

David: I’m NOT a mind reader!

Me: And how exactly should I say, “hey, use me now?”

David: Just like that!

Me: Yes, but I wanted you to want me. Not me telling you to want (and use) me!

David: whatever. You are impossible to please!

(And now we use the silent treatment on one another for awhile and at some point apologize and it’s never discussed again. Leaving me disappointed, frustrated, and somewhat bitter that T-H-I-S wasn’t what I wanted at all!)

*** did you notice that David was not my Sir? Did you notice I was capitalized?

Post–DD solutions…..

Problems…. if i don’t find a way to tell him and he doesn’t think to use me and i do get squirrelly-crazy … this is how the problem would be solved:

Sir: How was I to know T-H-A-T was what you wanted? Did you tell me?

Me: No Sir, i didn’t tell you, but i assumed you’d know. And if you didn’t just know, when i dressed with practically nothing on that it would attract your eye. Or at the very least, you’d ask why i was dressed (or not) the way i was.

(Now to this point, it is exactly the same as before.. except now he’s my Sir and i am little)

Sir: So i have a few things to say and you will listen.

Me: Yes Sir.

Sir: 1st, I am not a mind reader. 2nd, you know you are to dress sexy for me and in a way I like so that’s nothing new. 3rd, i have enjoyed seeing you in less clothing since it’s been unnecessary but I chose to look and enjoy in my way. As such, I have used you! And 4th and last, go assume the position because this assuming that you did, tell-me-after-the-fact how you feel, cranky attitude is never how we deal things now. If you’d found a way to N-O-T assume and to instead speak up earlier than now, this would not be ending this way. I’ll be there in a minute and you should be ready.

Me: Yes Sir

(Notice how he’s firmly in control, i am not, and the rules are pretty clear… and so are the consequences? And most importantly no fighting! And no lingering crankiness, grumpy, sulking ways.)

Back to now……

So knowing all this above… how do i tell him now to use me more than just for eye candy in the next 2-days rather than be sulky and lead to a red ass at the end … without topping from the bottom too? (i seriously struggle with this!)

Suggestions readily accepted…. but make it quick! (key is quick since this alone-time starts tomorrow!)

Hugs,

Marie

85 – My ass just shouldn’t gamble.

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Yeah, well, you guessed it… i did NOT win the double or nothing bet. My ass was sore in more ways than one yesterday!

The plug didn’t stay in… just started hurting so it came out. And i happen to think David was happy about it as he got to turn it a very bright shade of red. He said, “now the outside hurts as much as the inside! Don’t you wish you’d not gambled with your ass on the line?”

Uh yeah! Most definitely.

The double part was double the strength of his swing. It was 105 very strong smacks with the wooden paddle.

Sir seemed giddy when he said, “ok, it’s time!”

And i went to the bedroom and got into position. The wooden paddle is always placed (by me) in the small of my back for any spanking, per my instructions. He picked it up and said, “ready or not….” and the first swat hit my ass!

Ouch! No warm up was to be had!

And i started counting. It’s always hard to keep count, but it keeps me focused on something other than the pain!

My heels lifted off the floor. And he swiftly saw it and said, “put your heels back down.”.

Man this was a stupid bet on my part. i’ve never succeeded in wearing a plug that long…. what was i thinking?

Why 105? i have no idea…. but i counted. i don’t think he intended it to be 105, but when he was swinging away and he figured out i was counting (he doesn’t make me count out loud), i think it was then that he decided to stop at an “unexpected number”.

Because my ass was red and sore, i really wanted to lay on my stomach to sleep but that caused my pierced nipples to be sore. They are still tender and for 6-more weeks, David doesn’t get to touch them… healing process ya know!

Needless to say, i am extra tired tonight from not having slept much last night. At least i don’t have another spanking in store. i think i’ll try to avoid that this week! 😂

In the end though, i did gamble…. and everyone knows …. the house always wins!

Hugs,

Marie

84 – Double or nothing

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This morning was supposed to be maintenance morning (MM). But David woke up later than usual and he had an appointment that he had to leave for so he said, “MM will be tonight.”

And i was secretly happy! Because after yesterday’s evening spanking, my rear is still a bit red and tender so i was NOT looking forward to this morning’s reinforcement.

After Sir left the house, i texted and told him these things.

And he responded with a challenge…..

“Should you decide to accept this challenge……. Wear a plug today. If you come home with it in, there will be no MM. but if comes out before you get home…. the MM will be doubled.”

Me: And if i don’t accept?

Sir: then you’ll get MM anyway.

Me: when you say “doubled”…. does that mean extra hard in one sitting or do two sittings (like today and again tomorrow)?

Sir: I haven’t decided yet, but that will be my decision.

Me: OK. Challenge accepted!

So i now sit at work…. plugged. And trying to convince myself (already just an hour in) this was a good idea! sometimes things sound great at the time…. “i can do this”….. and only just an hour later i think, “what were you thinking??”

i’m already thinking how it’s quite likely i won’t be able to sit down much of the weekend……

Hugs,

Marie

83 – Remorse… or lack thereof.

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Today i orgasmed…. Without permission. It’s been a long established rule… that is NOT allowed.

This. After having just done so well with edging AND David being so kind just one day prior. 🥴

For a long time now, David & i both have known that i love to have my puss filled. Like really filled. Completely Full.

He has been working toward the ultimate goal of fisting. And it gets me super turned on when he decides he wants to try it. And this morning David told me he wanted to try.

To date we have not succeeded in this. But to even get close (to fisting) it takes a lot of lube, so he told me start edging, get myself (naturally) wet, and he would be in afterward. So i was excited. Super excited. And started.

When he came in, i was getting fairly wet already. He liked it.

He took the bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto my clit as i was also touching it. As he was about to start taking over where i was working, he looked me straight in the eye and said, “I like what I see!”

And that sent me over the edge!

i orgasmed without permission.

And he looked at me with incredulity and said, “Did you just cum? Without permission?”

And i started laughing. Out loud.

Not the right emotion, but i was still technically in the midst of the orgasm, and his surprise and response made me smile… and laugh.

He smiled and said, “well, that’s all you get then! Get dressed and off to work with you!” (And he didn’t seem mad at all. But was most definitely done.)

A few hours later, i got a text, “do you feel remorse?”

i thought about it for a hot second… and… i didn’t.

So, i texted, “No Sir”

And he responded, “you should.”

i responded, “i’d agree.”

He said, “but you don’t, do you?”

i texted, “does it count that i know i should be?? 😉”

He said, “No. Expect repercussions.”

Tonight….. after watching tv for awhile, he said, “are you feeling remorse now?”

Me: not really.

Him: then it’s time. Go Assume the Position.

And i did.

And now i sit here typing …. feeling a lot more remorseful than i did a mere 30-minutes ago. My ass is red and sensitive to the touch,

And he then said, “and don’t think for a minute that this is also your maintenance. That will happen as always (on Friday morning….which is tomorrow…. approximately 12-hours from now.)”

Sure wishing i’d felt a lot more remorseful on my own accord. Maybe at the end of maintenance he will try to fist me, cuz i sure didn’t get any filled-to-the-top feelings today! But i kinda doubt it.

Hugs,

Marie

82 – The Struggle is Real

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The times i struggle to submit the most is when i completely get stressed out or overwhelmed… and especially when people at work make me mad. i have a stressful job, but most of the time it is manageable. But some days, it just seems over my head and definitely beyond my mental capacity.

Today was one of those days!

In fact, i left work early because i just couldn’t “adult” a minute longer. Specifically, while the ultimate person i want to please is David, i am a people pleaser overall. And when people (our clients) are NOT pleased, especially a lot of them on one day, it causes me anxiety and i wave the white flag and go home.

At work we have been dealing with an upcoming deadline and we have been sending emails telling people (clients) what we are doing to ensure the deadline isn’t missed and that we are taking care of them. And many have come back with a thankful attitude, but others have had a super-negative attitude and almost attacking really… “why? I didn’t asked for this!” … and all i can think is, “and maybe you didn’t ask because you forgot to! And how would we know that? Maybe you should offer up a positive response and a ‘thanks but no thanks’ words instead of jumping on us like we did something wrong!”

In fact, this is one of those things that if you were (still) my client, you would actually expect me to do for you! And it’s only when you don’t want to be a client anymore, but of course never told me, that you’d be annoyed with it.

Needless to say, all these not-clients made me mad today. And i just couldn’t deal. So i came home.

And these are the times when i struggle the most to hold my tongue, to say kind things to David (and our son), and just not retreat into my own mind. It’s these times that i feel selfish really. i want to do what i want, and to tell the world to go away…. in not-so-nice words. And what i’d like to say to them, i sometimes say to David as if he were them. To which, as you can imagine…. he does NOT care for. He always says things like, “You can tell me without all the angry emotions. And keep in mind, I am not them!”

Today i tried to not let it show and to just act “normal,” but that turned into me “trying to act normal, and definitely not succeeding”.

Obviously from the minute i walked in the door, David could tell i was cranky. In fact, as i was typing this just now, he asked, “are you in a better mood?”

i shrugged and said, “yeah, i guess.”

Now that came after he made steaks and baked potatoes for dinner, so really, my attitude was kinda crappy.

He looked at me, raised his eyebrows and said, “you need to go take a warm bath, relax, and then assume the position.”

i just asked, “in that order?”

He said, “that’s what I said. Do you have a problem with that?”

No Sir.

Now in case you forgot, “Assume The Position” means to prepare myself to be spanked. So i assumed that at this point i had sent him over the edge of “tolerable bad behavior”, but it was a little confusing to me why i was to take a bath (which i love to do to unwind and destress) to then get a spanking, but i just thought, “it is what it is and don’t question it. Just do it!“.

So i went and took a relaxing warm bath… dreading the time i’d have to get out. i mean, a spanking is exact opposite of the relaxing bath, but i suppose my crappy attitude warranted it and either the bath or the spanking would ultimately have the impact (pun intended!) that David was looking for.

i stood on the floor, bent over the bed at the waist, naked, facing the bed, placed the paddle in the small of my back, and waited. And prayed. Like i always do.

i didn’t wait long. David came in and said, “good girl. I think you need some stress relief. You had one part with the bath, are you ready for the next?”

Me: “Yes Sir”……. (meanwhile in my head a different dialogue was happening….. “no, not really, but i know i probably need this and haven’t treated you too well tonight, so… i submit and let’s do this!”)

He picked up the paddle and i expected to feel it collide with my ass when he pulled me up off the bed, turned me toward him, and kissed me.

Then he pushed me back against the bed and laid me onto my back. He opened my legs and his tongue collided with my clit. The surprise caused me to arch my back, which lifted my puss in the air. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me firmly in place while his tongue slipped inside me and tantalized my clit! And i felt the orgasm rise in no time at all as he sucked with fervent energy. i squeezed out the words “Sir, may i cum?” And i heard him make the sound, “uh huh” but his mouth never once relinquished it’s grip on my puss!

His tongue is so amazing that if i were asked, “if you could only have one sexual act for the rest of your life, what would it be?” My answer would be “to feel Sir’s tongue on my clit and in my pussy”.

And i exploded…. over and over again. i lost count of the multiple orgasms that flowed as he continued to plunder my pussy with his tongue. This after last week’s dry desert was SO amazing!

When he was done, he said, “I’ll ask you again, now are you in a better mood?”

Me: “Oh yes Sir, i most definitely am now! Thank You Sir.”

The struggle can be real and it was tonight… but i held it together enough to get stress-relief in the best way possible. The rewards were sooooo worth it! ❤️.

Hugs,

Marie