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221 – Sharing me with his BFF – fiction

THIS IS LONG…. and i started to cut it down after I had it written down and realized just how long it became. But… i also like it as-is. So read as much, or little, as you like. i am ok with that. But if you do read to the end, leave me a comment so I know …. but also what you think of it too….. and without further ado.

This is a story that came to me as a result of a current nonfiction real life situation/story, but then i amped it up to the next level, making it go from no sexual nonfiction to sexual fiction….. in other words, the Best Parts are Fictional. But maybe… one day… it all might come to fruition too.

Here’s the part that’s nonfiction…..

My husband plays golf quite a bit. i play too, but not nearly as often as he. About 3-years ago now, he was playing golf with a member he was paired with, who’s name is also David. With a shared name and love of golf, they quickly became friends.

Over the years, we have gotten to know David fairly well. We’ve learned he doesn’t have a lot of friends, mainly because he has a lot of money. i have NO idea how much money he has but i know it’s a lot. The phrase about money opens doors is true, to an extent. At some point, the greed of some people starts to show itself and it’s hard to differentiate which people are genuine friends versus friends just to get to your money.

David was married. Recently he has gone through a divorce because his young model wife was arm candy, but she started finding nose candy just a little too appealing. When you have access to that much money, you start to believe you are invincible and when she started doing drugs she got caught. One too many times, in fact, where the last time David warned her “do it again and we are done.” And well, she refused counseling saying she could control herself and she didn’t. She did it again. And she was caught. David has now divorced her. Of course, she got a LOT of money in the process. Nowhere near even half, due to good lawyers and prenups, but absolutely enough to keep her well set for life if she were smart about it, but somehow I don’t think she will be, which is sad really.

This is where nonfiction ends and fiction begins……

David and David were playing golf Saturday morning where friend talked to Sir about how horny he was. Sir told him to pay for pussy, since we all know that would barely be a drop in his bucket. David told him he didn’t trust paid pussy to not give him some disease that no amount of money could cure.

That’s when Sir got the idea to loan me out. He knew it would be a perfect match for all if David would agree. David could get what he wanted, his cock deep inside a good pussy. Sir would get what he wanted, a good night’s sleep without being bugged about me orgasming. And I would get a second Sir, who could keep me in line while keeping my holes aligned too.

So throughout the rest of the round of golf, Sir talked to his friend more and more about our relationship. I’m not sure how much our friend really knew about our relationship before that day, but by the end, he knew a lot more for sure!

Upon arriving home, David told me what all he’d told his friend. While I was embarrassed and worried about what it would mean to have someone know who we really were and how we really operate, David assured me that this would be good for all of us.

He told me how David was pretty skeptical about it all and really wasn’t about to be the one to break up our long time marriage, so we were meeting David for drinks and dinner. I was to freely answer any and all questions that David posed, but to especially be honest.

And of course, Sir was hoping that by the end of our date night, I would go home with David our friend instead of David my husband. And that I’d service David’s cock properly and in the way he deserved. I may not be the model on the cover of the magazine like his former wife was, but I could make him happy too.

That night, David picked out my outfit. I wore a very low cut dress, the crotchless yoga pants, and boots. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring and my collar. The collar that is both function and fashion. The one that is locked and thick enough to be pulled where I will follow, but look like regular jewelry to anyone else too.

Sir made sure we arrived at the restaurant first. He asked for a booth where he told me to sit across from him. When our friend arrived, David greeted him and told him to sit next to me. And he did.

It started out innocently enough with ordering wine and food, chatting about everything and nothing. We finished off the first bottle quickly and David ordered another. As the dinner progressed and the small talk out of the way, Sir looked at me and smiled. Then looked at his friend and said, “Do you want to ask her anything about our relationship? Or anything about how she’s ready to go home with you, should you wish?”

Sir looked at me and said, “why don’t you put your hand on his thigh? Let him know how you feel while making the other restaurant patrons think he is your husband, not I.”

I said, “Yes Sir” and did as I was told.

Our friend David was just drunk enough that he didn’t stop anything from happening, but instead looked at my Sir and said, “you weren’t kidding about any of it, were you?”

Then he looked at me and asked, “are you okay with this?”

I smiled and said, “absolutely!”

He asked again, but slightly differently too, “So this damn fool over here,” he motioned toward my husband as he spoke, “He’s not making you do any of this, is he?”

I was still smiling as I said, “While I am a submissive slut wife, and I do obey my husband, I am still doing it of my own free will and mind. I enjoy making him happy, but I also enjoy making myself happy too. And being here with both of you, makes me happy.”

He asked more questions, “So David told me that you were the one who asked to submit to him. That you wanted a Dom to keep you in line. That he turns you over his knee when you are bad. Is that all true?”

I said, “yes… and no. Mostly yes. The part that’s not quite true is that I am NOT turned over his knee, but rather told to Assume The Position on my own accord. That position is naked, on the bed, ass held in the air with a pillow under my hips and wait to be spanked.”

He registered a smile but also shock. He said, “So you don’t deny you submit to him and you asked for it and you are punished when you don’t comply?”

“Nope!”

It was then that Sir cleared his throat with an obvious admonishment to me. Followed by him saying, “Nope?!? Is that a proper response?”

He obviously didn’t like how casual I was with my word selection. I looked at our friend and said, “I’m sorry Sir. I should not have said ‘nope’ but rather, ‘No Sir.”

My husband then looked at me and said, “much better. That’s a good girl.”

Our friend looked at me and back at my husband and said, “Where do I get one??”

My husband laughed and said, “well, they aren’t bought. That’s for sure. But lucky for you, if you want to borrow her, I will allow it. And she would love it too. Isn’t that right honey?”

I looked at Sir and then to our friend, as I gave his leg a squeeze I said, “Absolutely yes!”

David then added, “There would be a few rules she has to follow and I’d expect you to enforce too.”

Our friend asked, “Like?”

David said, “Like, she has to mind you. You have to put her in her place should she not behave properly. While she’s well trained, she doesn’t always stay within the lines. When she tries to go outside the lines, you have to be prepared to discipline her properly. Can you do that?”

He looked a bit confused and said, “I’m not sure I can. I’ve never hit a woman before in my life.”

That’s when I corrected him by saying, “it’s not hitting me when you are spanking me. There’s a profound difference. Spanking is on the bottom, the tits, or the pussy. It’s with controlled actions and intended to go far enough to correct the behavior, but not to cause any permanent bodily harm. I accept it willingly when it’s done this way. If I ever thought I was being abused or that either of you were doing it to cause me harm in your anger, I would never allow myself to stay in that position.”

Our friend responded with, “I’m not sure.”

That’s when I said, “I bet I could convince you this is a good thing for all of us.”

That’s when I took his hand and moved it up under my dress. He found my clit quickly and easily. It was dripping wet.

I said, “see? I’m turned on by all this. I’ve told David I need a second Dom for times when he’s busy, stressed, out of town, or wants a night to himself. This could be absolutely perfect for all of us.”

He looked at my Sir and said, “How can a man with his hand in your wife’s pussy, say no to that offer?”

And we raised our glasses to that and drank more.

Our friend did say he’d like to see how to discipline me first and my Sir said sure, he’d show him. Tonight. Right after dinner.

When dinner was complete, my David told our friend that we would all go to his house where I would be a model submissive wife and receive a discipline spanking as an example to our friend of what to do to keep me in line. Sir looked at me and asked, “are you ok with this? Do you accept this?”

I said, “Yes Sir. I know David needs to see it in action and I am willing to let him see.”

That’s when Sir told me to ride with our friend in his car to his house. That my Sir would follow behind in our car. Sir added, “be sure to lift your dress in the car and play with yourself for David to see you get yourself ready for him. But make no mistake, you are NOT allowed to orgasm!”

“Yes Sir.”

Our friend was shocked once again. He said, “Wait! What? You control her orgasms and she allows that too? When does she orgasm?”

Sir replied, “When I allow it. And if you become her second Sir, when you allow it too. Usually it’s when I’m deep inside her cunt, but it doesn’t have to be.”

“So she’s going to just sit in my car, play with her pussy, and NOT cum all because we told her to?”

I said, “Yes Sir. That’s right.”

He shook his head while he rolled it in the palm of his hand and said, “I had no idea this is how your marriage worked. I wish I’d known this when I was married. I would’ve had a much better time of it if I could’ve gotten her to listen to me just a little more than she did.”

I responded saying, “I did think she was a bit of a brat, and nowhere near appreciative of you or what you provided to her. But maybe now it will be your turn to be pleased and made happy, at least just a little bit.”

He said, “well, let’s go then!”

As we got into his car, I pulled my dress up and exposed my pussy. He asked if I’m always this available, and I said, “usually. Sir likes to have easy access and I like to keep him happy.”

I began touching myself and swirling my fingers around my clit. It wasn’t long and I was moaning with desire, pressing my fingers deep inside me. I wasn’t able to talk, and I was glad David wasn’t expecting me too. He seemed content to listen and watch me, while focusing on getting us to his house safely too.

When we arrived at his house, we all got out of the cars and started to walk up the stairs and inside when I heard Sir say, “Take your dress off.”

I did. Right then and there. I knew David did it only to prove another point to his friend. David wanted his friend to see just how submissive I am. He had me on display like a dog at the dog show… jump, sit, catch, roll over. I was performing my tricks for our friend, and it was a turn on to me! I wanted to make Sir proud, while showing off what a good submissive wife should look like.

Our friend was still in shock at all of this and David laughed. He said, “you like this, don’t you?”

To which our friend said, “hell yah! Who wouldn’t? I don’t want to buy or build one. I just want to share yours. You’ve already done all the hard work, now I’m going to get to enjoy the results!”

I jumped like a little girl, clapped my hands, and said, “oh goodie!”

Our friend laughed and said, “I love how your tits bounced when you did that. Do that again!”

And when I did, he was clearly made happy too. He looked at my Sir and said, “I sure as hell wish you’d shared her before now! I could’ve saved myself a lot of heartache and pain, not to mention money!”

Sir added to me, “get the paddle out of the car and bring it inside with you.”

David asked, “How is it you have a paddle in your car? Did you plan to come to my house and spank your wife tonight?”

Sir looked at him and then at me, where he asked me, “You care to tell him why I have a paddle in my car?”

That’s when I looked a little sheepish and said, “Sir figured out long ago that I tend to act my worst when we are out and about. I guess I had a bratty-like way that dared him to do to me while out and about in public. One day, he bought an extra paddle and said it would always stay in the glove compartment unless there was a need to bring it out and use it.”

“And once, I guess I didn’t really think he’d actually use it on me in public and I pressed his patience to the limit. He pulled it out and took me to the side of the building, where he made me stand with my hands on the wall, legs spread, and he delivered three very hard and swift swats. They made a point in a hurry. Absolutely no one saw because Sir did it so quickly it delivered the impact punch he was looking to achieve and we were done before anyone had a chance to even walk by. It stays in the glove compartment and until now, it’s never come out since then.”

With that Sir said, “let’s go inside and let me show you how to discipline her properly. Then you can use any hole you want, in any way you want, while I will then take my leave at that point and go home. You’ll have to bring her home when you are done with her, but it won’t matter if that’s sometime tomorrow too.”

After I retrieved the paddle, we went inside and I asked David, “where is the bedroom?”

He lead the way. When we got there, I was mostly undressed anyway, so I took off the rest of my clothes. I left only my collar on as it was locked. Sir grabbed up and pulled on my collar, while speaking to our friend he said, “this is useful to lock her in place against a bed post or similiar positioning if you need. Or you can mount her from the back, in either hole, and use it to pull back for leverage too. But it’s also classy enough, she wears it out and about, serving as a reminder of who she belongs to too. In other words, quite useful for you!”

He let go of my collar, slapped my ass once and said, “ok my love, time to Assume The Position.”

I climbed on the bed and placed a pillow under my hips, then I placed the paddle in the small of my back, and I finished off by put my face and shoulders on the bed. I said, “I am ready Sir. I willingly accept my punishment.”

Sir picked up the paddle and placed it firmly against my ass where I could feel it held there in place on purpose. He then asked me, “why are you here my love?”

I said, “To show our friend how to properly discipline me.”

He asked me, “Are you in trouble?”

“No Sir. This is just an example of what could happen if I were in trouble.”

“Good girl. Now do you accept this punishment?”

“Yes Sir. I do.”

That’s when Sir looked at his friend and said, “I always make sure she knows why she’s here and what she’s being punished for, it does no good to punish a sub if they don’t even know what they are here for.”

He continued, “and I always ask her if she accepts it too. Because I will never proceed if she doesn’t. Instead, if she’s not ready for it, I have her stand in the corner and think about her actions until she’s accepting. She has to be remorseful enough to accept the punishment willingly, plus it ensures you are not beating her but rather disciplining her.”

He returned to me and said, “I expect you to count and thank me as always.”

“Yes Sirrrrrr.” As I said “Sir” he delivered the first swat. It was with force and intention. He had no intention of giving me a warm up.

“One. Thank you Sir.”

Smack!

“Two. Thank you again Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you again Sir.”

It was then that he held the paddle against my bottom and asked me, “what color are you wife?”

“Green Sir.”

And he proceeded to explain our red light system to our friend David. Telling David that at any point that he’s unsure where I am at for pain, mental or physical, to simply stop and ask me my pain levels.

And he delivered 3 more swift and hard smacks to my ass. By the 6th one, my voice was cracking and I had tears in my eyes.

He once again held the paddle firmly against my ass and asked me my color. I said, “yellow Sir. Tears are in my eyes and I am starting to wish I wasn’t in this position.”

David looked at our friend and said, “if you are wanting to deliver a true disciplinary spanking, tears must fall. As much as it hurts you to have to do it, it is completely necessary for her to have full remorse wash over her. She should basically be begging for you to stop by the end of it and swearing to never be bad again, even though we all know she will!”

That’s when I felt the paddle release from my ass and as I anticipated the next swat, it did not fall. Instead, I heard Sir ask David, “would you like to give it a try now?”

David wasn’t too sure still but did agree. I felt the paddle come back into place against my ass and without preamble I felt it come away and return with a serious PUNCH to my ass.

He asked me, “how did that feel?”

I responded, “Seven Sir. Thank you Sir. You learned quickly Sir.”

My husband laughed aloud and said, “well done David! Deliver another five like that, and I expect we will see the tears we are looking for.”

Then Sir asked me, “wife, are you ok? Are you still accepting of this punishment spanking?”

I responded honestly, “yes Sir, I do accept this, but I won’t lie, I wish there was another way to teach David to do this too.”

Sir came up beside my face and kissed my cheek. He said, “it will be over soon, I promise. But I am seriously proud of you right now too. Accept the last bit here and you’ll be rewarded nicely.”

“Yes Sir. I’m ready Sir.”

With that, my husband said, “you heard the woman. Wail away and let’s hear the tears flow!”

S-M-A-C-K!

“Eight Sir. Thank you Sir.” My voice was cracking,

Just as quickly as the last….. S-M-A-C-K!

“Ninnneeee Sirrrrrr. Th-thank you Sir.”

I heard David say, “the tears are close. You can tell by the cracking of her voice. Keep going. Always let the ending be a reminder of why we are here. Add a bit more force to these last few and you’ll get the submissive wife we want!”

S-M-A-C-K!!!

“Tennnnn Sirrrrr. Thank-thank… you Sirrrr.” My words were slurring and I was grateful for the end to come near.

S-M-A-C-K!!!!

“Elevvvvvvennnn Sirrrr. Thank youuuuu Sirrr.” And the flood gates opened, my tears flowed.

David said, “ahh… here are the tears we were looking for. She needs a few more to reinforce it home and ensure she didn’t force the tears to flow prematurely in order to get to the end sooner. Make these last few be the hardest yet.”

“Wife, I told you he would give you five, but you need a few more still. So let the tears flow over you while you take three more hard, solid, spanks more.”

“Yesssss (sob) Sir.”

He said to David, “Now deliver three in a row so quickly she can’t even answer you. Make sure they count, you are intentional, and she feels each and every one of them all.”

And with that, I felt the rain of three more swats so hard that my ass was on fire and burning from the pain. My make up was smeared from the tears and I was sobbing. But it was over.

I uttered the words, “Thank you Sirs. I am sorry for my misbehavior. I will endeavor to be a better submissive wife in the future now too.”

My Sir came to me. He grabbed me up at the arm pits, lifting the top half of upright where I was kneeling on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug while I was on the bed still.

He said, “all is forgiven my love. You are a good girl. You are a good submissive wife.” And we sat hugging like that for a couple of minutes while I calmed myself and regained my composure.

When the tears stopped, David let go of me and asked me, “How was that?”

I said, “effective Sir. David learned quickly. He will make a good Dom.”

He then asked me, “Do you want to stay with him tonight?”

“Yes Sir, if he will have me.”

TO BE CONTINUED….

216 – Change…. Is a happening.

Change. A single word that tends to cause a lot of people a lot of strife. i try hard to embrace it. A friend once told me to substitute the words “process improvement” for the word “change,” BECAUSE no one ever makes a “change” for the worse only for the better! Sometimes there are unintentional negative consequences when change occurs, but it’s never the goal either.

Well…. In the space of (basically) a week, i’ve had a lot of process improvement with great results!

When i receive comments on a particular post (or two), i tend to re-read the actual post as well. i especially do this when the original post is a bit older, like some of my original stuff 2-3 years ago now. But on occasion, i reread the newer stuff too. That’s usually when i find typos and correct them, or i add links to sites or posts, but i try NOT to amend or adjust the original content i made as it was how i thought or felt at the time of the post. And it makes for interesting reflections for me now too, to see the journey and plot twists along the way.

So when KDPierre posted a comment to me on my post that i made JUST ONE WEEK AGO, where i declared myself a sex addict in need of rehab (and chastity), i decided to reread the entire post again. i read the desperation now that i felt then. Now i have a renewed (detoxed!) presence of mind that i did not possess then. The only things I knew then were:

1) i want to orgasm REALLY badly,

2) i was (almost) wiling to do anything to get it,

3) that i was struggling to be submissive, yet desperately wanted to be,

4) wanted to still be a pleasing submissive wife to my Dominant Sir.

i was aware enough to know i needed to lock my sex out of my control to help me remain compliant, as i detoxed out of my selfish masturbating ways.

Now ….. just 7-days later, i realize just how far i’ve come in my sex-detox process in such a few short days, as we are STILL in NO-orgasm-VEMBER.

Change. Sometimes it is quick and sometimes it is not. Overall, i’d say this change has been quick. Not saying i am all the way there, but absolutely in a better place today over where i was last week too! (Wondering already what next week’s improvement will look like!)

While i’d love to orgasm still, i no longer want to move mountains to get it. i no longer think i have to have it. And i especially don’t think i have to have it RIGHT NOW! Instead, my focus has shifted away from me and onto my Sir. While admittedly, my focus should have been on him all along, somewhere along the way it became less about him and rather more about me, at least as it relates to sex and sexual pleasure. And until this orgasm control denial started and i experienced that extreme withdrawal, i didn’t even realize it!

What i realize now is just how badly NO-vember was needed! BEFORE NO-vember started, when i asked to suck his cock, i had ulterior motives. i was doing it because i wanted to get him hard, ride his cock, and get to my own orgasmic pleasure. While all of my actions got him to a happy ending also, my motives were really rather selfish in that i was doing it for me and justifying it in the process by telling myself it was making him happy.

Last night, however, we were laying in bed watching tv. Specifically we were watching college football. Absolutely nothing sexual or porn-like, when i asked him if i could suck his cock. i genuinely wanted to feel his cock getting hard in my mouth but really for no selfish reason at all. If he was wanting it, i wanted to get him off to really give him the sexual pleasure and release he deserves.

He was skeptical. He looked at me and said, “you aren’t going to be allowed to ride my cock. And you can’t get the orgasm that it seems you are after. So if you want to do this just to get what you want, it’s not going to happen!”

It became apparent to me then that he also has thought i have been selfish in my sexual actions. But last night, i genuinely did NOT want to orgasm (okay, i did, but it was NOT my driving motivation! ) but rather to get him to a happy place and for me to service him the way he deserved too.

i realized that he hasn’t been able to have sex with me this entire No-vember because he didn’t think i had enough self control to be penetrated without orgasming in the process. Sadly, a week ago, he was dead on accurate. Now though, while i can’t say how long i’d successfully hold out without having to ask him to stop or pull out, i could do it.

He allowed me to suck his cock while he watched football. i told him before it started to “tell me when you want me to stop or you orgasm, whichever comes first.”

He said ok and i positioned myself between his legs and began to suck him hard. i played tongue twirling games, then changed up the pattern, and used my hands along with my mouth a bit too. That’s when he grabbed the back of my head and pressed himself deep in my mouth, and then started pulling my hair to lift me back off again. He started to fuck my mouth up and down and faster and faster.

When we were done, he told me to show him my pussy. He wanted to see just how wet it was.

i responded with, “Yes Sir” and did as he told me to.

i already knew i was dripping wet, and when his fingers touched me and found how slick i was he smiled and commented about it. As he began to fondle my clit, he looked me in the eye and asked me, “and how much further can you go before you ask to orgasm??”

He had me stand there and he played with me until i begged him to “stop now Sir, or else i will go over the edge and orgasm.” To which he did stop.

When i started to get in bed on my side, he said, “how did that feel?”

i spoke truth when my response was, “simply amazing Sir! i hope you feel the same. My ultimate hope is that you can eventually feel as if you can use my holes to your pleasure without thinking i can’t control my orgasms enough too.”

He smiled and said, “I can see that you are getting there now, as you pleasured me tonight without you becoming so needy to get your own orgasm in the process. But let’s not tempt you beyond your limits either. You probably need to be locked up tonight, don’t you think?”

While i was proud of what i was able to accomplish…. Focus on HIM and NOT on me!!! ….. i was already thinking about how far can i test myself without it being just too much too!

So i said, “i have to agree Sir.” And i went and voluntarily locked myself up for a cozy night with Glory in her place and the keys were handed to my Sir.

All this to say ….. detox hasn’t been easy, but it is happening. My process is improving. My focus is becoming redirected away from me and onto David. This denial has been good. While I didn’t want to have to sleep in a chastity belt to keep myself from touching myself.. again…. this week of night time lock up has been good.

i won’t lie, i would orgasm today if he’d allow me to. But i also accept that it will not be allowed either. i hope that even when i am allowed to, that it is followed up with times of not being allowed to again also.

i don’t want to end up back where i was. i know this change, or process improvement, is good in the end. And it needs to remain in place.

When KD Pierre posted his comment, i saw he has a blog spot of his own, and i read some of his posts and specifically the one he mentioned in his post to me from December 2020. It’s there that he talked about the benefits of orgasm control/denial. That you never lose the desire to O, but when it’s controlled by another, you learn to appreciate it that much more. You learn how to be attentive to the one you serve and to be an even-better submissive. T-H-I-S is so true for me!

i need to maintain my focus on my Sir and his pleasure, respect the rules, and be grateful for the O’s that are given instead of pouting and/or becoming resentful of the ones i think i should be entitled to… after all, as i also wrote about just yesterday….. the O is a gift to be thankful for!

Hugs,

Marie

204 – spanking AND Chastity!

Today i earned a spanking. A discipline one. It hurt. A lot.

It made me mad actually to be told to “Assume The Position,” but i did it without complaining. And i accepted it. Because that’s what i do.

That didn’t change the fact that i was mad about it. By the end though, i was past the mad and realized i (basically) needed it too. But i didn’t want it… because… well…. i never do!

And now for the rest of the story.

Our son was leaving this morning to do an all day school activity (7a-9p) where he would not have access to a wall plug charger. As he was packing his bag to leave, i asked if he needed to take a charger power pack thing (what are those things even called?) for his phone. He said no, he had one.

Well, David overheard me and said, “I have that brick power pack. Do you think he wants it?”

i said, “No, i don’t think so.” And he walked away so i thought all was done.

About 5’ish minutes later, David comes out with brick power charger in hand. When i say “brick”, it is about the same size and weight. It’s a heavy-duty remote power pack, to say the least!

He said, “This is the one I was talking about. This is a brick power pack.”

i looked at him and said “i knew what you were talking about before. i am also aware of what a power pack is.”

He looked at me and said, “Was that necessary?” With no time to respond, he followed with the answer, “I don’t think it was!”

Ahh crap.

Ok, so i admit i was annoyed at him…. i mean, i DID know what it was that he was referring to, and i didn’t think bringing it out to show-and-tell was necessary…… but i also didn’t think my tone showed my annoyance when i responded. Apparently it did!

Not to mention….i was taking care of things and our son had already said no he didn’t need one.

SO …. let it be. Drop it already.

And wouldn’t you know it — at THAT moment, our son comes down the stairs and David hands him the power pack and our son says, “This is a brick! But I could probably use it.”

Seriously?! Proving David right just pissed me off more! And David smirked at me with a “told you so” look.

Soon afterward, our son left the house and i was starting my usual morning routine to shower/dress/etc, when David came up and said, “Are you going to Assume The Position?”

i looked at him and said, “No”

(Not MY fault he ASKED me. If you are going to ask a question, you may not always hear the response you are looking for. If you tell me to do it, i will do it. But then don’t ask, just tell me too!)

He looked surprised at the response, and he said, “uhm… wrong answer. YES, you will! Now!”

i looked at him and said, “ok.” And he left the room for me to “Assume the position” and wait for him to return.

He always gives me a waiting period. Usually and sometimes about 10’ish minutes. Today was the same. During that 10’ish minutes i usually find peace and calm in preparing my mental-self for the discipline. Today, i just got madder.

i laid on the bed thinking about, “WHY was THIS the reason i was in this position? What about all the other times that he has lately ignored lip, or rules being broken? Why be the disciplinarian now? WTF??”

So on Saturday i was going to meet up with my sister to do some activities for the day, when David said, “you have a bra on.”

And i responded with, “yes.”

And he said/did nothing.

So WHY did you ignore that breach? And THIS one landed me here?

i laid there thinking about all the recent events that really were worse than this one, and that went seemingly ignored.

Then he came in. Immediately picked up the paddle and laid it against my ass where i felt it’s presence. And he said, “why are you here?”

“Because i talked back.”

“Was it the words or the tone that landed you here?”

SMACK!

“Uhm… probably both Sir.”

SMACK!

“Correct answer!”

SMACK!

“Do you think it was appropriate?”

SMACK!

“No… but…”

SMACK!

“Do you think the word ‘but’ is needed?”

SMACK!

“Y-E-S! I DO!”

SMACK!

“Why??”

SMACK!

(Insert wincing and difficulty speaking as the sting is so real in my ass now. And my temper is subsiding in a hurry!)

“Because i don’t understand why you’ve ignored the other transgressions lately and THIS is the one that landed me here.”

SMACK!

(Insert flinching and unease in ability to sit still now. Wishing it was done already! Thinking about saying ‘yellow’)

“Well, I tried to ignore the first few things thinking it was just a moment for you. Plus it seemed you were testing me then. But you are clearly thinking I will ignore it all and this was my final straw.”

SMACK!

Yellow Sir!”

smack!

smack!

(Little ones, but still continuing.. as that’s what happens with yellow. Less, but not stopping yet.)

“Are you going to be more respectful now??”

“Yes Sir”

(He rested the paddle against my ass once more….)

“Great! Then one last BIG smack. Prepare yourself . This one is meant to hurt and meant to last!”

S-M-A-C-K!!!

Ouchhhhhhh!!!!!

That’s when he said, “now all is forgiven. And time to get you ready for the day. Go get the chastity belt. I will put it on you.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir”

After it was on, he added, “oh and be sure to wear clothes WITHOUT a bra today!”

And so it was. And so it is.

And as i left the house he handed me a sealed envelope saying, “here are the keys. If you need to take it off, open the envelope. But make no mistake, I sealed it on purpose. You need to think twice before using this. Do I make myself clear?”

Again…. “Yes Sir. Thank you again Sir”

And he hugged and kissed and told each other we love one another… and off to work i go.

So in the end …. While i didn’t much think i deserves to be in “the position” for spanking…. i needed it. It tamed me. It put me back into the submissive mode TOWARDS HIM, not just myself!

And THAT is the rest of the story!

Hugs,

Marie

168 – Dying to know…. Dom or sub?

Yesterday was …. my one day to Dominate my Dominant Sir.

On Dec 31, he surprised me and told me i would get one day per year to dominate him, and it was to be Jan 1, yesterday.

While the day went well, it definitely did not go as i had envisioned or would’ve necessarily imagined.

i spent much of Dec 31 thinking on what i’d do as his Dominant, and what i’d have him do as my sub. And many of you gave me many suggestions too (thank you!).

A couple of you even warned me about how it may not go well, and you seemed leery of the idea altogether; thinking that the natural order of things, the balance, shouldn’t be disturbed. You basically told me that upsetting the apple cart on purpose was not a good idea.

All in all though, with my own thoughts and all of yours too (including the warnings), i prepared my mind and i thought i was ready.

Yesterday morning comes and we wake up. Almost without fail, i am out of bed before David by at least/about 15-minutes, and on a normal day he would find me on the couch drinking coffee and on my iPad surfing. Jan 1 was no different. Same start.

What was different though was that i normally greet him, “Good morning Sir,” whereas yesterday i said nothing. i waited for his greeting.

He said, “Good morning.” And i repeated just those two words, leaving out “Sir” on purpose.

He noticed i didn’t say “Sir” and he told me as much. i said, “i noticed you didn’t say ma’am either.” And the line was drawn. Both of us smiled at one another, daring the other to use the title…. neither of us budged. i wondered if he did that on purpose to remind me that i am a sub at heart, but dismissed that notion for the minute.

i had intended to tell him, “you will cook me breakfast and i will be having….” but before i could get that out he said, “I’ll cook you breakfast when you are ready. Please tell me what you’d like.”

Wow. Ok. So he’s going to submit to me without me telling him how to do it, but won’t call me Ma’am. Ok, so i can work with this. (i wasn’t really sure i wanted to be called ma’am anyway, so all good really). He cooked breakfast and we ate.

When i was done showering, he came into our room to dress himself. After drying off and while i was still naked, i laid on my back and spread my legs. i said, “you need to make me orgasm now.”

He then said, “it’s Friday and we probably need to do maintenance first.”

i said, “Dominants don’t get spanked. They do the spanking. So no maintenance today, unless it is on your ass.”

He raised his eyebrows at me and said, “uh huh.” But nothing more.

So i did not do maintenance yesterday and i wonder if it will happen today now instead. If i were to guess, i think it will! And if he doesn’t suggest it, i just may. In order to ensure that we have put the apple cart back upright and all apples are safely inside, just as they should be.

And with that, between my legs he went! i didn’t ask to orgasm, i just did. Because i was the dominant and i didn’t need to ask.

When he realized it, he asked me, “did you orgasm?” And after i said yes, he said, “ok. Good.” On any other day, he would’ve said, “without permission???” And it would likely have ended the session and/or had me turned over for a spanking,

And he kept going. While not spoken in any tone other than kind humility, he said, “you should cum more.” He didn’t use a demanding or commanding tone at all.

After two more orgasms, he then announced he was done and had other things to do. It occurred to me that i should perhaps tell him, “NO, i didn’t say you were done yet so NO, you are not done until i say you are.” But i didn’t. i just said ok. i mean, i was happy and relaxed and wanted to just enjoy those feelings anyway.

As well, i found myself debating about the line of Dominant to a sub or Dominant to a slave. He never agreed to be my slave. And i had just orgasmed 3 X’s too. And he was already being very submissive overall anyway. And the day was still quite young. In other words, i second guessed myself.

This got me to thinking about how often does a Dom second guess themselves? It’s easy to be the confident, bold, commanding Dom in the movies and/or books, but probably not so easy in real life. At least not easy all the time for sure. Maybe some times and in certain situations, but ALL the time??

With that, David went to get his shoes and socks and when i asked him where he was going, he said to the store. i had commented about 2 days prior that some of our lightbulbs around the house were burned out. And i had politely and with proper submissiveness asked if he could get those changed out soon. He was going to buy more bulbs “in order to please” me.

When he returned, he did just that. He pleased me by getting the bulbs all switched out, without me having to remind, nag, ask twice, comment or say a word at all. While it made me happy, it kinda stole my thunder. i wasn’t able to be this imposing Dom telling him what he needed to do and on and on.

Which made me think about how a good sub should do these things and it does make the Dom happy without the Dim having to be imposing or forceful or exerting their power. But how often as a sub had i accused (even in my mind) David of not giving me directives? i have often thought about how he doesn’t tell me enough about what to do or how to make him happy, so i have accused him of not being “Dom-enough.” When in reality, i am likely doing the things that make him happy without him having to tell me, which is even better because a good sub should be in tune with her Dom without having to (always) be told. Most subs do things for their Dom without being told, because they know it pleases them. They don’t need this “all powerful” Dom barking orders at them in order for them to be a good sub.

The day went on like this where many of my honey-do’s were just “done”. And for dinner, he made my favorite meal, pork chops with rice and gravy. (Plus he made cabbage and black eyed peas…. which is a Southern tradition to eat these on New Years to bring about good fortune for the coming year. The more you eat, the more good fortune becomes you. Here’s a great article i found on it: Black Eyed Peas Bring Good Fortune.)

So i had a day that felt like my birthday….. i got many honey do’s done, i got my favorite meal cooked, and orgasmed many times over.

All in all, i think David was probably a better sub than i expected him to be, and i was not as good a Dom as he was a sub. Which also got me to thinking about when a sub is good, does it cause their Dom to think they might not “be enough”? Or as good? i realized the psyche of a Dom may be more fragile than i ever imagined. Or maybe it was just my psyche as a Dom, because it became more and more obvious as the day went on that i am NOT his Dom. Either way, i should praise his Dom-efforts and thank him for taking on a leadership role more often. It’s not always as easy as it seems and praise for good work and responsibilities assumed should be commended.

i will say i didn’t get to spank him, which is one thing i really wanted to do. i only wanted to in order to be able to brag and to say i did. To be able to say, “This is what it feels like.” But he wasn’t ever “bad” to deserve it. Near the end of the day, i told him i wanted to spank him “just because.” In a calm and flat tone, he said, “just remember, tomorrow I am back in charge. So I will submit to it because I said I would, but you may well regret that tomorrow.” So no, i didn’t spank him.

And that got me to thinking one last thought about my Dom, he never just does stuff to me (like spank) just because he can. He never needs to make me feel less so he can be more, which is essentially what i wanted to do and why i wanted to spank him.

In the end, i learned a lot about him and myself. i ultimately learned that he is my Dom and i know it.

While i’m quite sure i could top someone else, i know it’s not him who i can dominate. That’s ok, i learned SO much about the dynamic that i never really thought about before. i learned about things from his (possible) perspective as my Dom and i learned more about myself as his submissive in the process too.

It was an interesting experiment, but i doubt i’ll ever do that again. Unless he told me to, which is to say he would have to Dominate me to tell his Submissive to switch to be his Dominant. And i haven’t a clue why he would ever want to do that, because we don’t need to turn over the apple cart. Ever.

i happen to like the apple cart exactly where and how it is, and let’s just enjoy the apples exactly how they are, without worms, too!

So today, when he wakes up, i will greet him with a “Good morning SIR” and all will be upright and good in my world once more.

Welcome to 2021 where some things changed but most did not!

Hugs,

Marie

157 – The Party on Saturday night

This past Saturday we had my co-workers over to our house for a Christmas party. (Please NO comments about covid, a group gathering, masks, etc… it was my choice to invite them, they all knew the numbers AND the people who were invited AND the risk…. and yet they came anyway. Choices matter.)

Anytime we have hosted any party, ever, i get super stressed beforehand. i tend to worry about getting things made just “perfect”.. having enough food, the lay out of where to set things, enough chairs, the dogs bothering people, people mixing/mingling and having a good time.

i love the idea of hosting a party…. and we do an amazing job of it…. but … i tend to not actually enjoy any of it because i am too busy worrying, stressing, and scurrying around that i (mentally) miss most of it.

And David hates it. Not the party itself, but the way i freak out. Which usually causes us to bicker, snap at one another, or even fight beforehand.

i know i do it and i know he hates it. But i can’t control it either.

Well… i talked to David about it early-early on Saturday morning. And he happened to say, “so what can we do to change that outcome?”

This is the single question that has triggered the idea and ultimate discussion about me opening up my creative mind and telling him, “if i were in charge….”.

So i thought about it, and that’s when he was headed out to play a few holes of golf, and he said to text him my answer.

This is what i texted to him then:

As i think about your question and what we could do about me stressing out today, i hear an entire conversation in my head between us. I’ll share it with you now.

You say to me, “every time we have an event, you tend to get stressed, think you have to take over and be in charge, and you get bossy. You think that you can control the outcome of the party by controlling all aspects of it. I’ve never liked it and this time we are going to do it differently.”

You continued, “Today… we will be doing a lot of maintenance. Every hour, I will set a timer to go off at the top of the hour. When it goes off, you will immediately and without question, go to the bedroom and assume the position.

That’s when I will come in and spank you. You should expect that it WILL hurt! Every time!

I will give you 20-swats at each session. There will be no warm up. And between each one you will count and say ‘One Sir. Thank you Sir.’ And when we get to 20, we will be done until the next hour. Do you understand?”

Me, “yes Sir. How many hours will we do this?”

You, “until I decide you’ve learned how to not be bossy.”

You, “Additionally, please know that you will NOT be sexually touched or get to cum today. This is long overdue maintenance and intended to put myself in charge and you to submit. Not for you to be pleasured.”

“Finally, you will make a butt plug ready for me to insert. I intend to put it in at some point near the end of the maintenance sessions but you may end up being spanked with it in at some point as well. And you will likely wear it through the end of the party as a constant reminder that you are NOT to be bossy at any point!”

Me: Yes Sir. Thank you for your leadership and taking the time to spank me today.

After writing that to him, i waited for a response.

His only words back were, “I like that.”

Now what REALLY happened was…….

When David got home from golf a bit later, i was busy putting out plates, silverware, and the like, when he said, “let’s start that maintenance now. Go Assume the Position and I will be there in a bit.”

Me: Yes Sir. And i did.

That position he always wants me in to be spanked is….

– No clothes (at all), feet on the floor, spread shoulder width apart, bent over onto the bed from the waist up,

– head facing the bed or a pillow, palms facing down onto the bed, and with my arms laying up above my head,

– most importantly – the paddle resting in the small of my back.

As the way our bed sits, my back is then to the door. i hear the door open, but i can not see it or him. But i know he’s there.

His words upon seeing me in position were, “Now that’s my good girl! Exactly the way things are supposed to be.”

Because he is still in control and my Sir, he didn’t spank me the way i described above in the text. Instead, he did some small “love pats,” or warm-up swats. i received around 50 of them. While a few were slightly more powerful, not even one had any real force behind it. That said, the sting was felt and definitely made the impact Sir was seeking for it to do. It achieved the goal in no time at all.

The sting of the paddle hitting the same (general) area 50-times starts to build and it turns my butt very hot and very red. But these types of swats usually do not cause ANY bruising whatsoever, and is very impactful (mentally AND physically!)

While giving me this spanking, he did not make me count. Rather the opposite. He talked to me………

He said, “You don’t need to stress.” (Smack).

“You know it does nothing useful.” (Smack).

“You aren’t in control, I am.” (Smack).

“You need to trust that I am in control too.” (Smack).

“For the rest of the day, if you are stressing out, you need to stop and breathe. And slow yourself down.” (Smack).

“If I see you stressing today, I am going to first give you a warning. I suggest you heed it.” (Smack).

“Because if you start to stress today, or tonight at this party, and you don’t get yourself under control, I will assert my control instead and get you under control myself.” (Smack).

“We both know this is effective. Don’t we??” (Smack)

[i responded. “Yes Sir.]

“I will make you come to the bedroom and we will repeat this as much as is needed.” (Smack).

“Don’t even think of testing me, because I WILL do it all day long and even tonight with guests in our home.” (Smack)

“You wouldn’t want your co-workers to wonder why you’ve disappeared and hear the paddle falling on your ass, would you?” (Smack)

“I will spank you all afternoon and night in order to make you slow down and regain your composure if i need to, but i believe this preemptive discussion will curb most of that behavior.” (Smack, SMACK)

“Don’t you think so too?” (Smack… smack… SMACK!)

Me: Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.

So while turning my ass a bright red, getting very warm to the touch, and talking aloud to me, i heard his message loud and clear.

i didn’t receive another spanking all day… or night! Thank Goodness. Because while he hasn’t actually done anything “Dom-like” in front of others, so i don’t know if he would have spanked DURING the party for all to hear, i feel like testing him on this isn’t a wise-move either!

i did receive a verbal warning at one point in the afternoon though. He said, “I’m detecting stress in your voice. Is that an accurate assessment??”

i hadn’t even noticed it, but his words weren’t lost on me. And he was right! i took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said, “Yes Sir.”

He said, “Are you able to change that on your own?”

And i said, “i believe so.”

To which he responded, “Good Girl.”

And i did. And we were both pleased!

So while i started out in the morning telling him how i wanted him to dominate me, he did an even better job of taking my ideas and implementing the parts that he felt were needed and tailoring it to him!

This is an example of how i think we will operate in the coming days with me speaking up about how he could or should treat (dominate) me and how i should respond (submit).

By the way… the party was amazing. We had a great time! People were smiling and laughing and ……..happy. Something i haven’t seen a lot of this year.

We all need to find something good in 2020 or at least to be happy about, even if it’s simply that the 2020 year is coming to an end!

And for some of us, finding the happy is a real struggle! i get it. The last 6’ish weeks have been a real struggle and David/i have had more disagreements than we’ve had in several years combined!

But maybe we are turning it around and ending the year on a good and happy note. Scratch the word maybe in that last sentence. We ARE ending the year positively. i hope you can too!

Hugs,

Marie