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280 – A near miss

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Tonight i nearly got myself spanked. i managed to get myself under control but barely.

i got soooo mad at David. And i think he knew it, but instead of getting mad back at me or spanking me, he decided to play a game of poker and call my bluff. The thing is, i was mad and not bluffing at all.

He has a bad habit of turning the tv on, start a show, and get up and walk out of the room. And that’s what he did tonight. Twice.

Now i am usually pretty amiable to watching anything. But what i do not like is him changing the channel to then leave the room. If you aren’t staying, then hand me the remote and let me pick something myself.

i didn’t know where he went or when he’d return. i decided pretty quickly that i liked the second show way less than the first. So i wasn’t really watching too much of it and my mind started to wander.

i started thinking about sex and sexy thoughts and taking my clothes off and sitting on David’s lap and…..i found myself very aroused in a hurry! Yet he was nowhere to be found. i haven’t a clue where he was or what he was doing, but I knew i probably didn’t need to touch myself either.

i also knew David had irritated me with the wandering and the channel changes so i wasn’t too sure i even really WANTED to do any sexy stuff with him. Don’t get me wrong, he was probably doing something worthwhile, but i hadn’t a clue what that was. All i knew for sure was he wasn’t spending the time with me.

So i went and put on my chastity belt. i decided this was the best course of action to keep myself from myself.

Of course RIGHT as i walked out of our room, David materialized. He saw the belt immediately and said, “you decided you needed it on?”

“Yes Sir.”

And i went and sat on the couch, and started watching tv again. He came out, sat down, and Sid, “it’s too bad you put the belt on. i was about to start playing with you.”

“Well, i can take it off Sir. Do you want me to?”

“No, you have it on now. It may need to stay on for a week.” Is what he said as he grinned. Yeah right.

At this point, i had stood up and walked over to him, ran my hands through his hair and said, “Would you like me to take it off Sir? This is just to keep me away, not you away.”

“No, go sit down.” so frustrating!

So i did. Went and sat down.

NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES LATER…. we had been quiet and started rewatching tv when he says, “well…. Are you going to take it off?” WTF. Just tell me what you want already! i am not a mind reader!

This is when i started to lose it. i looked at him and with an exasperated tone said, “you JUST told me it might stay on a week and to go sit down. So no, i wasn’t going to take it off but rather now i was just trying to do as i was told.”

He said, “if I told you to stand up, would you?”

i rolled my eyes and looked away. Calm down. Don’t be stupid. This is a dumb conversation and not worth getting spanked over.

And with that, he got up and left the room. Of course he did!

He went towards our bedroom. Do not go in there. Just relax in the living room for a bit more.

He was gone around 5’ish minutes and i hear, “SO….. you gonna come in here with me?” Oh crap, now what?! Okay, fine. While it was a question, it was not optional. i know i have to get up and go. FINE!

i go to the bedroom and the scene i saw was one of David on the bed, naked, with the bedroom tv on and his cock in hand. His cock was obviously rock hard.

He motioned to the tv and said, “wanna watch it with me?”

He had porn showing on the tv with a submissive girl tied up and two men with her. One man had his cock in her mouth and the other with his cock in her pussy. Her hands were tied behind her back, with the ropes intertwined between her tits causing them to be swollen and enlarged.

The scene looked divine!

i started to climb on the bed, intending to “watch tv” or suck David’s cock. At this point, i wasn’t too sure if the belt could come off or not… as i put it on, but that didn’t mean it had permission to take it off.

When David said, “well, you gonna take it off already?!” Okay, that answered that question at least.

We proceeded to have really great sex.

Porn playing in the background as i rode his cock. i was still mad and i didn’t want to ask permission to orgasm so i was prepared to just NOT. David figured this out in a hurry though and asked me if i was being a brat and needed to be spanked. NO! i most definitely do NOT need to be spanked. Okay… maybe i do. But i won’t say that out loud because i don’t want it, even if i need it!

He managed to get me to orgasm, despite my stubbornness and determination NOT to. Which was really dumb of me to hold out. It only hurt myself. i could’ve probably had more than one, but i just didn’t want to be humble and ASK to orgasm. i didn’t care though.

After we both orgasmed, i picked up my iPad and started typing. David asked me if i was going to report how bratty i was. NO. Why would i do that?! lol.

i couldn’t help but think, “if i tell my readers about being bratty, wouldn’t they wonder why you didn’t spank it out of me?! Who is right here…. Me for being bratty, you for not spanking me, Or none of the above?! i have to say NONE!.”

So now i have attempted to give you an (mostly) unbiased opinion of the night’s events.

Yes – i was a brat

No – i did not get spanked for it.

Yes – i probably should have been.

No – i wasn’t going to ask for it!

No – i don’t think i will ask for it tomorrow either!

Yes – instead of a spanking, i got to orgasm. Yet another one. And finally, i am happy and not mad… and still not spanked either.

Hugs,

Marie

273 – The 50–50–90 Rule

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i wrote 99% of this last night… on Saturday. I fell as.eep and didn’t get it finished. So this morning, Sunday, i am finishing it…..

i’m sure many of you remember Andy Rooney: journalist, humorist and a mainstay for years on 60 Minutes. He developed the 50-50-90 Rule: “Anytime you have a 50–50 chance of getting something right, there’s a 90 percent probability you’ll get it wrong.”

That pretty well sums up my state of affairs this weekend!

It is currently Saturday night and we have been visiting our son this weekend at his college campus. We are in the hotel tonight, will get breakfast with him in the am, and head back home tomorrow. We should be home around 1-2pm’ish.

The visit has gone well overall. We brought my sister and her son, my nephew with us too.

But.

i have still managed to earn myself a spanking. i think. To be delivered upon arriving back home.

i knew the vey second David was mad. i am pretty sure everyone else was aware too. But instead of yelling or getting into a fight, he texted me.

“Be prepared when you get home”

Not even an explanation of what i needed to be prepared for, as it was understood. Ugh. Of course. But seriously, i think it was unfair! Whatever!

Trouble. i feel like it went looking for me and tripped me when i wasn’t even looking!

So let’s back up to yesterday morning…. Friday. Usually that means maintenance.

We were intending to work a half day and then leave town. So when i asked David if he was intending to deliver a maintenance spanking (i needed to know if i was to Assume The Position or was able to get dressed for the day), he got a devious look about him.

He directed me to sit on his lap. (i was naked). As he spread my legs and started to play with a nipple in one hand and my clit in his other, he said, “when we get home, you’ll either get to enjoy the remainder of the afternoon naked, where we will both get you to orgasm as much as you can. Orrrrrrr. You will have a spanking worthy of you calling ‘red.’ The choice is yours, and you’ll earn one or the other based on your behavior this weekend.”

So i have a 50-50 chance, with a 90% probability of getting it wrong!

He finished with, “but make no mistake, we will lock you up for the rest of October as soon as orgasm or spanking is complete.”

With those words complete and his fingers never slowing their assault on my exposed clit, i was begging to orgasm as he got me so worked up so very quickly! His response was a shrug and a “ok…. I guess you can….” followed by a slight laugh.

The water works let open and the orgasm flowed through! And it was amazing too!

That was all yesterday, on Friday. i didn’t do great yesterday, but i wasn’t in trouble either. David said i was “entirely too bossy.” i heard that more than once too.

i didn’t mean to be bossy but no one was making any decisions or even making suggestions. So i did.

i have found that in a group of people, if someone steps up and leads, i am good. And when there’s a lot of people in a group with everyone being noncommittal, then it irritates me and i step up and decide. i mean, when someone asks you an opinion, why don’t you answer?!

For example, “where do you want to eat lunch?” Crickets. No response. Did you hear me? Should i repeat myself? Are you thinking of an answer? Anyone home?!? Helloooooooooooo????

That’s when the options get listed out. You can pick from x, y, or z. Crickets. STILL. Seriously? At least say, “I don’t care.” But NO answer at all is just rude, in my opinion.

Yesterday morning, no one was deciding much of anything. So i got irritated, but that only happened after David started out walking towards an entire street of restaurants. It was not terribly loud outside, but traffic and street noise, combined with being in a (bit) of a spread out line/spacing, made it difficult to talk much at all too. i assumed he had a plan and we were all following, which was fine.

Suddenly he stopped, let us close the gap and said, “where do you want to go?” Seriously?! You are going to ask us now after we are nearly somewhere?! We all assumed you had a plan. And NO ONE responded!

Our son had already previously declared his only need was that he “just wants coffee!” and no one had responded then either for any other thing.

So in my best NON-irritated voice yet rather loudly to speak above the noise of the street and cars, i said, “just make a decision. No one seems to care.”

He took that as me being TOO bossy by telling him what to do, yelling at him as my voice was raised, and the second i said it, i knew. Ughhhhhh. i was honestly trying NOT to be bossy.

But damn it… no one, including David was deciding anything. Why take off walking, in the lead position, with us all following for you to just stop and ask where we want to go!? Don’t you already have a plan?! But even if you don’t, no one else is responding… implying they either don’t care or don’t want to say, either way…. YOU need to just decide already!!!

After i spoke, he cocked his head, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows, and slowly nodded his head. He said nothing out loud. If he had spoken, i suspect his words would have been something like, “Alright. So THAT’s how you want to play this?! And how you want to speak to me?! I don’t have to yell. We have a better solution for this. And you already knew your two options for our arrival home. I guess you made your choice.”

Great. Justttttt great! Whatever. It is what it is. i didn’t think this was fair, but okay, fine.

i tried to take opportunities throughout the rest of the day to talk to David about this, but with others around us all day, it was a challenge. i did get to plead my case and tell him what happened. He never quite conceded but he did say, “I haven’t decided yet (if I agree with you or think your behavior should be excused) if I’ll spank you or not. Ut don’t give me anymore reason either!”

So i have a chance of escaping a “spanking worthy of (me) calling out RED.”

(In case you aren’t already aware, we have safe words where i call ‘yellow’ to say, “please slow down, i can’t take much more.” And red for, “stop right now, i am done.” It is fully understood that i use the safe words quite sparingly and their use will never be abused (by me). i am to accept discipline and never refuse, as this is our lifestyle and agreement, but… on rare occasions, if David doesn’t read my body language well enough to know i am at my very limits, i have safe words. To date, i have called yellow about 2-3 times and never used red.)

At this moment, I think it is 50/50 chance to orgasm or to be spanked. Either way, in about 24-mor hours, we will begin Locktober too. i pray it starts with pleasure and not pain!!

But… the weekend isn’t over and i have a 90% chance of getting it wrong still too!

Hugs,

Marie

272 – God sent me a Sign

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You either laugh or you cry. i chose to laugh. Seriously, i didn’t cry.

Today started out like any ordinary Thursday day, until it wasn’t. i had a lot to accomplish at work, so i was out of the house a bit earlier than usual. i got to the office, settled in, and started digging in.

About 10:00am, i was in the midst of checking one of the three big tasks i needed to accomplish off my list. As this client is old school paper-people, i printed everything out, got it organized, and was putting it in the drawer for them to come pick up.

That’s when things went awry.

i opened the drawer to the file cabinet and the motion of the drawer must’ve been just enough to unsettle the wooden sign (in the picture above). The motion caused the sign to come crashing down from its spot atop of the file cabinet.

Now that wooden sign has sat on top of this cabinet for about 4-years without ever moving at all. Suddenly, it came down, landing on my forehead, causing a 1-inch cut on my head.

Well everyone in the office heard it and came to my rescue asking me if i was okay and tending to me. After i put my hand to my head and it came away very bloody, and then the blood started streaming down like a faucet left open, they declared that “NO, i was definitely NOT ok!”

Head wounds bleed…and bleed… and bleed. AND BLEED!

A 1-inch cut caused 3-paper towels to be soaked, along with my neck, arm, shirt, some on my pants and even on my shoes and the carpet. It looked like a small massacre had happened!

So off to the ER they whisked me away. Because the gash was on my head, they all got concerned about me having a concussion and making sure i didn’t pass out or go to sleep.

Meanwhile, i am in shock. NOT from the trauma or the pain, but actually the lack of it! When the wooden sign hit my head, it felt like it does when you (say) walk into the wall or when a tall person’s head doesn’t clear the door frame. Yes, it hurt, but nothing that sends you to the ER. i genuinely thought it was just a bump.

When my hand was all bloody i was quite surprised. i mean, it did hurt, but in a “that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise” kinda way. Not in a “OMG get to the car! We gotta get you to the ER before you bleed out!” kinda way.

Of course, my co-workers assumed i was in shock from the pain and thought i was delirious. When in reality, i was trying to make sense of it all. i was thinking, “Really? My head has a cut and this blood is flowing out? It feels like a bad bump. Why isn’t this hurting more for the amount of blood?”

i have decided the ER is a strange place.

You go screaming out of your house, down the road, driving there as fast as possible…. Only to arrive and to sit….and wait. And wait. AND WAIT!

i walked in with bloody clothes, bloody hand, and holding a bloody towel on my head for them to say, “please have a seat. We will be with you as soon as we can.” Glad i didn’t bleed out in the waiting room!

And i was then put into the hospital-ER-station-assembly-line process.

First into the triage nurse. He cleans up the wound, throws away my bloody towels, and proudly says, “I don’t see an opening. I’m not too sure there’s much of a problem.”

To which i replied, “well the blood didn’t get to the outside of my body without an opening somewhere.”

i don’t think he appreciated my comments, but he didn’t respond either.

Then to the next station, where another nurse tells me “oh this looks bad. We need to order a head CT to check for a concussion and you are going to need stitches!”

To which i replied, “oh yah? You can see an opening? My head has a hole to which my blood is spilling out of?!”

She didn’t understand the questions and started to explain herself, but i cut her off and explained my comments. i don’t think she liked my explanation.

Then the next station’s nurse started asking me questions about my pain level. “On a scale of 1-10, rate how bad the pain is.”

i must’ve paused too long thinking about how this isn’t hurting as badly as i think it should, but it’s definitely hurting more than it was before. Maybe the adrenaline is wearing off now, causing it to hurt more, but still not terrible so maybe this wound just isn’t that bad either. i mean, it felt like a bad migraine at this point and it was hurting in ways i wouldn’t have expected… like at the base of my neck on the back side. Maybe i do have a concussion after all. But i have definitely had worse pain too.

Well i guess the exaggerated pause caused the nurse to repeat her question giving clarity to her scale measurements. i finally just said “5 or 6. i guess.”

Finally several more stations later for a CT that the results showed i do not have internal bleeding and no brain swell, and another station to add 3-stitches on my forehead which is quite visible for anyone to see for a whole week, and finally an insurance and discharge stations too….

i had officially spent 3-hours of my life, that i will never get back, in the ER and finally told i am able to go home.

My sister then said, “you must’ve asked God for a sign. He sent you one!” yes, yes he did!

And my nephew said, “I think the sign came off it’s hinges.” yes, the sign does have hinges that came undone.

And when we got home, my husband said, “maintenance will be interesting tomorrow.”

Wait, what?

“Sir, i am glad you offered, but i think i will pass. It might hurt my head.” And i laughed.

He shrugged. Then he made a point to say, “I’ve never hit your head, you managed to do that today all on your own.” Or by falling signs from God.

An hour later, “can i orgasm tonight? Will you touch me please Sir?”

“Oh no, you definitely can not. That will most certainly hurt your head.”

Wait, what?

“It won’t hurt my head. It has nothing to do with that area.”

“Yeah, well, neither does maintenance.” And it was Sir’s turn to laugh.

i said, “but it’s been awhile since i last orgasmed, pleaseeeee Sir.”

To which he said, “Then just wait till you have to wait for the end of October to come. Just think how long that will be! October is going to be a very long month, isn’t it?!”

Wait, what?

“Starting this weekend, after we are home from visiting our son, even though it will technically be Oct 2nd, we will start locking you up for October. This will be fun!”

Oh my. Locktober sounded great, until it didn’t. What was i thinking?

“Will i get to orgasm before Sunday then Sir?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”

My “sign” from God today was pretty thick, made of some solid wood. It didn’t quite get through my thick skull, but it sure tried.

Hope it doesn’t hurt much tomorrow… the site of the wound or my rear with Friday Maintenance!!

Praise God it wasn’t a deeper or more troublesome wound… in the hallway.. or in the ER!

Hugs,

Marie

271 – Locktober is not cuming!

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If you’ve never heard of it, it is a single mashed-up word that means “Locked (in chastity and denied orgasms) during the entire month of October.” Or some combination thereof.

Locked in Chastity for a solid month is not for someone just starting out. You don’t just buy a belt (or a cock cage), put it on, lock it up, and forget about it for a month.

In fact, for women especially, it’s important to take a break for hygiene for at least a few minutes pretty regularly. As well for both sexes, it’s also a good time to clean the belt thoroughly and inspect for any skin irritants with treatments if needed.

But i kinda want to try it. i can tell that i want – maybe even NEED – to have lock and denial for an extended time frame.

So i mentioned it to David this past week. His first reaction was “uhhh. No!”

Ugh! Ok, scratch the “need” part as it seems that ain’t gonna happen! i won’t lie, i got a little deflated but i didn’t complain.

i did ask him to elaborate where he said, “you’d never last a month! But even if you did, I wouldn’t!”

i must have had a look on my face that expressed my thoughts which were, “why do you think i would never last…. And just because i don’t get release or orgasm, wouldn’t mean you wouldn’t get to.”

He said, “I like it when you are happy as you earn an orgasm. Besides, I like to watch you when you actually orgasm. And I like to be the one allowing you to orgasm.”

“Oh. You do? You like to watch me orgasm? That brings you pleasure?”

“Yes”

Oh wow. i never knew. Okay, interesting!

So after i let all that information sit for a series of minutes, i decided to ask David if he’d consider a modified Locktober.

When he inquired what i may have in mind, i said, “how about i am locked for the duration, unless you use this (your!) pussy for your pleasure. And if you allow me to orgasm, so be it. But if you decide to just play with it and not allow it to cum, that’s ok too. And except for you playing with my pussy or for hygiene or for walking/exercising, i am locked up.

Additionally, there would be no masturbation of any kind. No assumption of release until Nov 1, and no reason to ask or talk about it otherwise.”

He is still thinking on this.

His main response was, “when will the new belt arrive?” To which i have no exact time yet, but i have been given assurance from the Fancy Steel team that it will be shipping very soon. He listened but did not respond. He looked as if he was going to consider this, proposal. And while i don’t know his answer yet, i think he will say yes.

Why would i want to participate in this?

For several reasons actually…… here’s my thoughts:

1) Deeper submission. Any time i have a task at hand with a goal to accomplish, it gives me an incentive. Incentives to comply and to be a better submissive is always a positive “carrot instead of the stick” type of way to do things.

2) Challenging. This task would be a huge challenge. While i have had some practice now with the CB, going (mostly) locked for a full 31-days would be huge. It would be a big accomplishment if i were able to do this without (begging for!) release!

3) Unknown if/when O denial. If we do this modified version of Locktober, i may or may not get to orgasm. i would have incentive to want to do well in hopes of, but no guarantee of, gaining an O. Extended denial usually is a good thing for me, and makes me want to be better to get to that reward. i don’t know what would happen if i KNEW there was NO way to get one for an entire month (for sure).

4) i like my chastity belt. My belt fits quite nicely. It keeps me from masturbation of any kind. It gives me a “You are not allowed to touch! This is not your property!” type of mentality. Even when it first comes off, i usually still retain this mindset, at least for a little while anyway.

i feel safe in my belt. While it does keep me physically safe, i mean this is more in relation to the mental aspect. i know my belt keeps me safe from myself and keeps me from being bad.

5). My new belt should be here soon. Locktober could make for a nice introduction for me and my new belt to become up close and personal friends.

i could go on ….. but i hope i am headed for Locktober, even if it’s a modified version to meet David’s needs and desires along with mine, where i could tell you more as i experience it too! And if we don’t do Locktober, that’s all good too because then i have some level of assurances that i get to cum sooner than later!

And…. Well… it seems to be a “thing” that lotsssss of people around the world do, and now i could be apart of this once-a-year activity!

i have about 3-days left in September and we shall see what Sir decides! (and i should mention i am currently locked as i write all this! Interesting that i want more!)

270 – Going with the flow.

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i managed to keep my mouth shut (or i should probably say i kept my fingers away from the texting keyboard)! i did NOT text David into a provoked fight and/or earned discipline for myself!

My butt was saved!

Yah, just like a bad car wreck that you can’t keep from gawking at when you go by on the freeway, i am sure the spanking and discipline stories are much more juicy to read about than me being a good submissive wife!

But alas, today, i can only tell you that the freeway traffic is uneventful, flowing as it should, and nothing to report.

While i don’t honestly think you wanted to hear about “nothing” happening, i think a submissive wife’s successes need to be acknowledged too. i was a good wife. i abstained from going off about my inability to use the tv. i got over my annoyance and anger about it without speaking my mind in a negative (or harmful to my ass!) kind of way.

As a submissive wife, i try HARD to think about this question before speaking my mind about anything …….

“Does it even really matter?”

And honestly, there are very few times that it does!

Think about it….

When he makes a wrong turn in the car on the way to (anywhere). Does it even really matter? Well… it could if he doesn’t correct the course but he will. And there’s no reason for me to tell him when Google maps will do it for me. So again, does it even really matter (if i say something about it)? Nope!

Or how about when he leaves his shoes in the living room? Well … we don’t have company coming over, it’s not in the way of anyone walking, and while it does unnecessarily clutter up the living room, does it even really matter. So another “Nope!”

Or how about when he is watching tv and he gets bumped off for the same reason i did? Does it even really matter? Well… in this case, it might.

Wait, what? It might matter?? What do you mean??

Well, i’m glad you asked! It matters this time because N-O-W he experiences the same frustration i did….. but…. Wait for it…..

N-O-W i can learn how to click the right combination of buttons, and find an alternative way to watch the same show withOUT the anger and withOUT the discipline.

Okay, so i didn’t lie… it might matter. In this case, it might matter in a good way, depending on how i word my statements about it. If i were to say, “ha! Now it happened to you, how does it feel?!” i would assuredly be “Assuming The Position“ rather quickly.

However, if i just sit and wait… he will say to me, “now I see how you feel.” And i didn’t have to say a thing!

THAT is exactly what happened. i saved myself by NOT texting, and i got more than i bargained for. David was locked off, and was able to teach me how to get the tv to work in an alternative manner.

I should mention how David made a point to say, “while I see how you feel now, notice I didn’t get angry??”

Yes Sir. <<< came out of my mouth.

i get it. <<< did NOT come out of my mouth!

But despite avoiding a spanking, i have not had a Big O either.

David came home from his trip sick. Today the doc said he has strep throat and prescribed antibiotics. That was about 8-hours ago and while he is already feeling the medicine’s positive effect, he’s not feeling good at all still.

While he let me out of my chastity belt, i have not been able to orgasm. And this pussy is cranky about it. i have felt her dripping, pulsing, aching, and twitching. She wants attention and i can’t give it to her.

Too bad, so sad! Get over it!

Yah…. she didn’t. Soooooo rather than bug David about this, which i know would only serve to severely irritate him, i just quietly put the belt back on.

While it’s kept me from masturbating, it hasn’t kept me from wanting to masturbate! i still want to. But something about making it just that-much-harder to do, i have refrained.

i slept with it on last night, but took it off for the day-work hours. Then i put it right back on again when i arrived back home and am preparing to sleep in it again.

i don’t even think David realizes it, as he is so out of it that he just hasn’t even seen or registered that it’s on. Or maybe he has seen it and just doesn’t care enough to say something about it. Either way, i’m not too sure it matters. (And there’s no reason to say something to him, because it just does not matter.

The point is, i am STILL in chastity, still not orgasmed, and still being good about it.

Yah me! <<< definitely NOT said outloud and all in my head!

i suspect it may be 1-3 more days yet til David is truly feeling better. But that probably won’t matter as then we will be to the weekend, and we are going to see our son at college. i pretty well doubt much of anything sexual, like orgasms, will take place. Ugh. Might be almost a full 2-weeks without the Big O! Hate that! Ugh.

My pussy wants attention. But so far, she’s been kept in check.

So as mentioned…. nothing to see…. move along now…. All is flowing (except the Big O!) and going as it should be., with me being a good submissive wife! Got away clean!

Hugs,

Marie