Richard has two weeks of wicked pent up inside him, and I am feeling it. I woke up this morning wondering if I'd had the hottest dream of all time, or if I'd really been fucked that hard and that long without ever completely waking up. Have you ever been in that state between dreaming and waking, not sure of who you are or who is fucking you or even what language you speak? And waking up in the morning, with the only clue the ache and dampness between your legs that told you it wasn't a dream? Yup.

So, here's what I learned on my summer vacation:

1. Chiggers are irritating, vicious pests that are hurtful and toxic.
2. So is my mother.

Remember I said that I have no issues with my parents? When I was talking about calling Richard "Daddy" for the first time?

OK, maybe I was glossing over things just a bit. Maybe I have a coupla issues. What was wonderful about this trip home is that Richard was there as I went through the stages of "Why don't we move back here? They're getting so old and they need us!" to "Why is she so nasty to me? How can one woman have so much hateful in her?" to "I will never, ever come home again." And I'm sure he'll be wonderful again as I (after a year or so, after the wounds heal) begin the cycle again.

Although we had almost no time alone, and our time alone was invariably within earshot of various and sundry relations, I feel closer to Richard now than I ever have. He is the kindest, clearest-headed, biggest-hearted, sweetest man in the world. And on top of that he's the sexiest, wickedest, evilest, baddest man alive. How lucky am I?

Hope everyone is having a great summer. I thought of all of you often, and look forward to catching up with everyone.

Sugasm #90

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #91? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Fat can be sexy

“I understand what it’s like to be surrounded by images that reinforce that skinny is the ONLY way to achieve sexiness.”

Are Women Visual Critters, Too?

“With the invention of the internet, however, I think that it gets even more complicated.”

Marriage, Monogamy, and All that Jazz

“My chosen lifestyle and relationship type wasn’t making any sense to the other women.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself


S Magazine

Editor’s Choice

Supply and Demand

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Am I Missing Anything, Really?

Catalina loves the Museu de l’ Erotica

Cheating Men

“How much confession can one read before becoming uncomfortably numb?”

I’m a Woman Man: Episode 2 - Faces

Lulu Forever

Playground positions


So many rabbits…

BDSM & Fetish

Car Wheels on a Gravel Road

Dirty words

Fetish Film - English Punishment Series (Spanking, Caning)

The Flesh Remembers

Fun with a subby boy

Luring the Guardian Angel


The Percentage Game

Sukebe Otaku: Happy Tears, Revisited

Teeth and claws and cock and cunt

Thunder: Service With A Smile

The Violent Kiss

Wake up bitch…

Worshipping post-erior - leaving my mark

You suck!

Sex News & Reviews


Lelo Nea Mini Vibrator Review

Sex In The Virtual World - Computer Games

Sex Humor

How To Get His Attention

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Amy of 24.7 in the Kitchen

Drum Solo (video)

Half-Nekkid Exhibitionist


Ivett

Sex Work

Busy Princess Play Day

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Distracted by Her shoes

Endangered

I Want

No reservations, part 1

An old friend


Pink

Sleeping Beauty…

Supply and Demand

That Kiss

Torrential

We were in heat

Amy of 24/7 courtesy of Kitchen Girls.

Did this shot at an abandoned Airstream trailer that we know. Amy ran into a few chiggers at this location, a small bug/mite that I'm not that familiar with, but she knows only too well, and has a few bug bites now as a sacrifice to her art.

We've done a bunch of pics, but with only intermittent internet access, we'll be slow putting them up, as well as slow resuming our normal posting. Rest assured this overland journey has been quite an adventure.

Oh, and a "trucker-eye view" will be upcoming shortly!

We've made it as far as the Grand Canyon, on this adventure. A relatively uneventful trip, although Amy has decided she should stop wearing miniskirts, as they ride up on her in the car, and she feels the truckers have been seeing too much. Makes her feel like one of those white-trash truckstop flashers.

She's got one on again today though, so I guess yesterday's resolution was more of a guideline, rather than a rule.

Amy tells me that this is NOT really a wiggle dress - it's too short and won't make her wiggle when she walks. Well, no more than usual.

The cuffs and collar are ostrich feathers. The dress is likely from the early 60s.

Hi all - wrote this yesterday, but didn't get a chance to proof-read it til this morning (I'm anal that way, if no other lol.) Richard will post a pic of the wiggle dress later today. xoxoAmy

Our young ones are due back in just a couple of hours. We are both really excited to see them, but also sad to see the end of this idyllic two weeks we have had together. We've never had this much time alone, with so few things that we HAD to do or places that we HAD to be. I'm afraid I got only about a third of the work done that I'd planned. But I've had ten times as much fun, so I guess it all balances out.

Yesterday was possibly the most hedonistic, decadent and just plain fun of my whole life. We went clubbing again on Saturday night, and got home at 3:00 am (we saw even more cool stuff at the club this time, including fireplay - zowie! - I'll try to write about it later). I have always been a bed-by-ten kinda gal so this was waaaaay past my bedtime.

I woke up at 6:30, which is actually late for me. Richard had reached over in his sleep and pulled me toward him, tucked my ass into his lap, wrapped his arms around me and held me by the wrists. That still, after several months, makes me feel submissive and hot and squirmy. I started wiggling around a bit. Richard woke up and said "Are you really awake? Shall we get up and have coffee?" What a saint my sadist is. But I said no and managed to settle myself down enough so that we fell back asleep until 9.

I hopped out of bed and made coffee, and brought it to Richard with the newspaper. We never opened the newspaper.

We started talking about our night at the club. Richard wants to eventually do some public play. Yikes! I pointed out that we had never really done a "scene" as such. You know - tie me up, bring out all kinds of implements, flog and swat and spank and poke while saying all kinds of wicked things to me, then untie me (or not) and fuck me like a madman. I thought that I probably needed some PRIVATE experience with that kind of thing before doing it publicly. I suggested maybe like ten years of private experience. Richard thought probably we could fit ten years of experience in the next few weeks if he really tried hard. Bad man.

Richard suggested that what I really needed was more experience with "sensation play". Then he proceeded to discuss the different kinds of experience it would be useful for me to have. Spanking (I actually have LOTS of experience with that, IMHO), flogging (none), whipping (none), caning (none), cropping (a bit, if that's a word), nipple clamps (yum), other pinchy things (yuck), etc. I've only been tied up a couple of times too, although I've worn chains quite a bit.

Talking about all this, as you might expect, got both of us feeling a little hot and bothered, especially as Richard was compelled to rub the various parts of me to which he wished to apply sensation as we spoke.

Finally Richard said "OK, flip onto your belly."

I didn't argue, even though I assumed a spanking was coming. I usually argue about a spanking, at the start anyway, but I think he'd mesmerized me with the stroking and talking.

He started spanking me, slowly and firmly, not too hard, moving from cheek to cheek. He'd stop occasionally and rub my ass, then rub and stroke my neck and back. I was squeaking and purring and moaning. Blissed out. It felt really good, even the stinging. The impact is almost like a good backrub.

After a while, in between spanks he slid his fingers along my clit and my pussy and my ass, then caressed my asshole softly. Usually this makes me tense up, from shyness and embarassment. This time I was so relaxed from the spanking and stroking that I didn't tense up. Instead I orgasmed, which I have never done before without direct clitoral contact. Wow.

He kept spanking and stroking and a little later I heard him reach for the Astroglide. Gulp. He poured it onto his fingers and a couple of drops fell on my ass. He slid his fingers along my clit and then to my asshole, and gently slipped one in. I groaned softly. He began to finger-fuck me in the ass, the other hand rubbing my ass and my back.

He began to spank me again as he continued to finger-fuck me, now sliding two fingers in. I was out of control, moaning and humping his hand and having constant mini-orgasms.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the hips and pulled my ass in the air. I still had a sarong tied around my waist (my usual item of clothing around the house). Richard untied it. I thought he would throw it off the bed, but instead he wound it up, slid it under my hips, wrapped it around his hands and used it to haul me toward him as he fucked me.

Talking, playing, fucking, orgasming - it was after noon before we got out of bed. What decadence!

We went out for a late breakfast and then rollerblading (I'm just learning, Richard is a pro, the story of my life I realize).

Richard laid tile on the patio while I lay naked in our hot tub. I kept asking if this was really okay, I felt like such a lazy creature, but Richard said he loved having me out there with him.

Afterwards we took a looooong nap, then went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for a pitcher of mango margaritas and carnitas. We were going to try a scene afterwards, but we were too full and sleepy from eating so late. We walked around the neighborhood instead and went to bed like two old people around 11.

Now the question is, how to deal with the inevitable distance that will develop with less time alone, more responsibilities and less ability to focus exclusively on each other. To make it even more challenging, we're about to spend two weeks with family (expect few if any blog posts - sorry).

We've already talked about ways that we can continue to be D/s without freaking out the rellies. I have to ask permission to use the bathroom (see explanatory post here). Richard was okay to just drop that for two weeks, but I think it will help me keep feeling connected to him, so he suggested that I squeeze his hand if I want permission. He'll squeeze back if he wants to give me permission. Which he'd better, cuz otherwise I'll squeeze his hand so hard it hurts. And then pee on his foot. Not really.

I'm gonna miss all y'all. I hope everybody is having as great a summer as I am. I will try to post whenever possible over the next couple of weeks.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #89? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Kinky To Vanilla

“Now, each time we play with others, it’s a gift that further cements our closeness and shows us the value of our love.”

One For The Guys

“Get into the habit of building your sexual pleasure and indulging in it fully.”

When A Client Dies-Part 2

“As I drank my morning coffee I googled his name and “obit”. Up popped his obituary.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

A Porn Store Clerk Speaks

Editor’s Choice

Love at First Sight

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

BDSM & Fetish

Bombshell (The Big News)

A Cock and a Smile

Dreaming of suburban spankings

Featured Fetish - Ropes (Shibari, Bondage, Ropework)

Fooling around

The Gain, pt. 4 - The Exchange


How I Went To Prom And Soiled The Pretty Pretty Dress I Found In The 2007 ‘Cosmo Girl Prom’

Ms160 judges a Princess competition….

My (Af)fair Lady

Naughty webcam fun with Griz and good girl

The Panty Controversy

Party Girl

Power Exchange (will I or won’t I?) San Francisco, part 6

Slutty sight


Summer School

When Daddy Gets Home Tonight

Sex Work

Clients Say the Darndest Things

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Bald = hot

Kinky Vanilla

On abandon

The Origins of Monogamy and Jealous


Pretendy Sex

Seduction - from the eyes of my spouse

Three years

Sex News & Reviews

Polyamorously Perverse, Gracie’s Been Sleeping In Your Blog

Slip of a Girl Right Hand Ring Bling Contest

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio


The Best A Woman Can Get

Chantelle Fontain Nude

Gemma Atkinson

Half-Nekkid and Supporting the Troops

Keana | Exhibitionist (Hegre Art)

Last night

More Lindsay Lohan Bikini Pictures

Tuesday’s Tits for the Troops


WebMistress Feature Gallery: Party Girl

Sex Advice

Closed Due To Flooding?

Erotic Writing and Experiences

After Midnight

Cyberecstasy

The Driving Urge

Fantasy Forth! “Twin Celebration”


First kiss

In which sinclair gets off

The Love of Sea Glass

Palm Springs …. Friday Finale!

Story: The Birthday Party

Test Your Strength

Watching you

Virgin Princess Award Winner courtesy of Mistress 160’s Abode.

The kids come back today, and we head off shortly on another trek into the future. I've been obsessed with some home renovations and photography, leaving little time for blogging.

Which Amy has pointed out.

I've been particularly focused on laying tile down on the concrete patio. Amy has viewed this as a "less than immediate" priority task. She pointed out that I could have been building the shed, which would give us some additional storage space, and relieve congestion in the house. As she pointed out "We already had a perfectly good floor out there."

Well. Too bad. Now we have a tiled floor out there.

And still no shed.

Ok so that's the next project.

But it means we had some stories that didn't get told over the last two weeks. One morning Amy and I were fooling around on the bed, and I knocked over her coffee cup. I grabbed it before it hit the floor, but in the process dumped most of the coffee over her head and the bed. I was starting to clean it up, but Amy said "Can't we leave it for a bit?

We did so.

One thing continued to lead to another...and...well...

One of the most charming memories for me of the past week was fucking Amy from behind, her hair full of coffee and she herself with her faced pressed into the bedding next to this massive coffee stain on the sheets.

And then yesterday, we started to get up, and somehow I started massaging Amy's wonderfully naked ass, which led to some serious spanking and anal play. Much fun, and well worthy of a story, but I've not had the time to get to it. Maybe Amy will.

We've been looking for vintage clothing, we've done photo shoots we haven't mentioned here, and Amy got this KILLER black wiggle dress to wear to the club. It's partially transparent, and looks awesome without a bra - I'll get a shot up shortly, I'm planning to do a pic of her in it later today.

Returned to the club Saturday Night - had the most fun yet. I'm getting Amy used to the idea of public play. And you should see her in some of the vintage slips we have now. Perfect for a kink club.

I've got a picture in my head that kinda came to me in a dream. Amy and I have put together the clothes for it, now we just need a location to shoot it and a major prop, both of which we will get on the upcoming road trip. Not sure I can pull it off, but it will be fun trying. We'll get something out of it, anyway.

It's been a full week, enjoying ourselves and getting prepared for the future.

Now to get Amy into that wiggle dress.

And out of it...

OK, so I've finally "gotten" the tag concept. Doh.

Z tagged us a few weeks ago and I just thought "Oh, how nice, now I guess we're "IT" End of story. Then Sulpicia did the same a few days ago. I think mebbe it was a different game of tag though - I vaguely remember that for Z's tagging, I was supposed to do seven random things (or men) or something, and with Sulpicia's it was about listing your five favorite Bloggerinas/ Bloggerettes/ Bloggerellas. Then Droplet did the same thing. At that point I realized I needed to figure out what it all meant.

"You like me! You really like me!" Honestly, I do feel enormously flattered, a la Sally Field.

So I'm going to make a random list of the sites that I return to again and again and tell you why. (Keeping in mind that I don't get to spend much time on-line due to the curse of having to work for a living. And I KNOW there are lots of great blogs out there that I would love to investigate further and it just hasn't happened yet. I really need to get an inheritance or something, so I can spend more time here...)

The envelope, please.

1. Award for an Extraordinary Stable (ooo pony play!) of Brilliant, Sexy Writers: Smart Girls Who Do It. Quality writing, every post a home run, sexy in every color of the rainbow. This site should seriously win some kind of "Best of the Internet" award. Giving this award also allows me to sneak in an award for Z without appearing to, who is one of the most gifted writers I have ever seen.

2. Award for Erotic Fiction: In Your Pants (I accidentally typed "In Your Plants" at first, but that's a real different kinda award) with the inimitable Droplet. The first story of hers, about a couple meeting while waiting in line to buy tickets, I just about came without touching myself. And when I realized it was fiction, I was shattered for a second, she had made me love these characters so much. How's THAT for great writing?! Another story, about two men who hungered for each other in silence, was the most poignant thing I've read in forever. And she does that across a range of situations. She is a writing goddess.

3. Award for Erotic Fiction and Philosophy of BDSM: Confessions of an English Gentleman. Roper's writing is always hot and always proper English (oh I love the Oxford comma!), whether it is his reflections on BDSM (check out his thoughts on the perfect submissive) or his Fantasy series (Fantasy 11 is right up Richard's ally, and the Fantasy 5 series is unreal sexy).

4. Award for Best New Sex Blog: Sulpicia Past/Future. Natch. Her beautiful writing style, her open and insatiable mind, her yearning, her fantastic taste in art. Love her. Must read her.

5. Award for Reader Who Needs to Get Her Ass in Gear and Start Blogging: JDSLOVE!!! Why? The wicked little hints she gives of her relationship just make me want to beg for more, her fetishization of Laura Petrie (The Dick van Dyke Show) MUST be explored further, and GIRL you already have the blog in place! It's only missing the posts. Just.Do.It. Now. (Oh, don't I sound domly?)

I have read and seen a lot in the last year. I've talked before (eg in this post) about how I didn't even realize I was sexually submissive until a year ago, and didn't know that my fantasies could be more than fantasies, that some people lived their lives this way. This has taken a lot of adjusting, in thinking and behavior, and I still regularly feel the challenge of integrating this aspect of myself into my life. It has also been incredibly freeing. I'm stunned by the energy and creativity that has been released by opening my whole mind to who I really am. I am so, so happy.

I am, as I would guess many previously vanilla people are, more accepting of other people's kinks than I was of my own. I have always felt that what happens between consenting adults in privacy is their concern and no one else's. Is anyone getting hurt? If all involved are happy, then all is good. (OK, maybe somebody got hurt, but some people LIKE to get hurt. ; ))

I used to snicker a bit when I read about, for example, spanking or role play. Now I think it's hot.

I used to feel quizzical about e.g. submissive men. Now I feel... a kinship I guess. And I think it must be harder in our society to be them than to be me (and it's harder on all of us kinksters than it is to be gay, in general), so I have some sympathy too.

There are some things that personally squick me - the example that always comes to mind is scat play, and diaper play/infantilism/incest play is only a little easier for me to read about.

Last weekend I saw my first plushies/furries. I was happy that Richard was there to explain about them. He is so open and non-judgmental. It's easy to laugh about their kink, but why is theirs any odder than wanting to spank or be spanked?

To repeat: I have always felt that what happens between consenting adults in privacy is their concern and no one else's. YKINMKBYKIOK: Your kink is not my kink, but your kink is okay, as some people put it.

So. I was reading a blog today (I'm not going to link to it, because I think she's suffering from the negative attention already and I hate to see that). In it, a sub described her Master requiring her to put syrup on her pussy, to get the family dog to lick her. She explained that he had made her do this once before, and it had upset her so much that she cried for hours and couldn't eat for days. That seems all kinds of wrong to me - why would a Master want to hurt his property that badly? why would you want a Master that hurt you that badly? - BUT that part of it (His and her choices) falls under the YKINMKBYKIOK rule to me.

The part that was really disturbing for me was the lack of consent from the dog. Here's why: one of the cornerstones of responsible BDSM is consent. Otherwise you're moving into abuse and criminal behavior, yes?

This is why the idea of "consensual non-consent" has been so carefully spelled out by the BDSM community. Basically, you can consent to give away your right to consent, either short-term for a play session or long-term as in the case of a slave. Slaves of course always have the right to take away their consent and be released from their slavery.

In my case, I have agreed that Richard has complete control over me; a "no" from me would be a "no" to the relationship. But if Richard told me to jump off a building, or to hurt my children, or to have sex with an animal, I would say "no", recognizing the enormity of the "no" that I said.

Our morality and our laws recognize that some individuals and some creatures are not capable of consent. Animals fall into this category, children too, and brain damaged and severely mentally disabled people do too.

You may have heard of people who sexually molest infants. (Richard made me take out the details here.) Even if the child never remembers the event, most of us are horrified that someone would do this. Why? I would argue that it is because infants do not have the ability to choose to consent or not, and we therefore believe that they are off-limits for sexual play.

In a similar vein, there are occasional newspaper reports of caretakers of brain damaged or mentally disabled patients who have been caught having sexual relations with their charges. Even if the patients will never remember the event, most of us would say this is reprehensible behavior. I think it's because we see a responsibility to those who are not able to choose to consent.

Animals are a greyer area for most people, although not for all. After all, we kill some of them for food. With dogs specifically, many people cut off their tails or parts of their ears. Other people kick or hit their dogs. Others leave them chained outside for days, even though dogs are extremely social creatures and crave interaction. Is having a dog lick your pussy really such a terrrible thing?

Oral sex is sex, in spite of what Bill Clinton might say. Having a dog lick your pussy is having sex with a dog. I actually called a (kinky) friend who is an animal control officer and asked her if this is illegal.

"Yeah it's illegal. It's called b*stiality."

"So you would go get the dog?"

"Oh no. The police deal with this one. They go get the owners."

The legality or illegality of the act is not my main concern, although I'm concerned that the blogger could run into trouble if anyone recognizes her online. My friend told me that they've prosecuted several cases like this over the last few years.

My main concern, the thing that upset me, is that the dog, just like an infant or a brain-damaged person, is not capable of saying yes or no. We are the caretakers of our pets, as we are of our children. It seems like a dereliction of our responsibility to involve our charges in any kind of sexual play, because they rely on us to make choices for them and to protect them.

I feel a lot better after writing about this. I actually cried when I talked to Richard about it. It seems like, when I respond very emotionally to something (versus just an "ewwww I would NEVER do that!") it is worth exploring and discussing. In this case, it has really helped bring home to me how strongly I feel about NOT involving individuals (people or animals) in your kink that have not consented or can not consent. I'm really interested to hear what other people think about this.

Two versions of the same pic:

And the same pic, below, in color.

This was conceived of as a black and white picture, but we shot it in color just to give us a few options.

Which one do you like best?

This morning I had to wake up early to get some reading done before a meeting. Reading I should have done the night before, but I was having too much fun snuggling and flirting with Richard.

We have been having so much fun together with the kids gone. A couple of days ago when we were fucking, Richard called me a cunt and I snarled at him - when am I gonna learn just to ignore him? Afterwards when we were cuddling, he started teasing me about being his cunt and I denied it (of course). Somehow this devolved into him holding me down and saying "Cuntcuntcuntcuntcuntcuntcunt". And I, being the mature person in the relationship, after a few minutes of saying "No I'm not! Shut up!" switched to "I know you are, but what am I? I know you are, but what am I?"

I am embarassed to admit that this went on for several minutes. We'd slow down and start giggling and a few seconds later he'd start up again "Cuntcuntcuntcunt" and I Could.Not.Let.It.Go. "I know you are, but what am I?" Over and over and over.

The next day, during post-orgasmic snuggling, he began walking his fingers along my ass, then up to my breasts, singing "The inchy pinchy lobster/climbed up Amy's butt/up to her nipples/to see if she's a slut". I HATE being pinched, so at this point I began struggling madly to get away and it turned into a major wrestling match.

I managed a sweet little maneuver to get off the bed and went scampering downstairs, naked as a jaybird. I ran through the kitchen and realized that I either had to run into the back yard (hi neighbors!) or into the garage. I dashed into the garage and then hung onto the doorknob for dear life, hoping I could at least slow him down, my heart pounding.

I heard Richard, who had taken the time to put on a pair of shorts, walk quietly into the kitchen. Then I heard the door to the back yard open. I waited a few seconds, then quietly opened the door to the garage, planning to lock Richard outside. I was chortling, I tell you. As I opened the garage door, though, I saw that the door to the back yard was ALREADY locked. Confused, I looked toward the kitchen and saw Richard heading toward me, grinning, with a riding crop in his hand. (Not the one from the feed store).

"I knew you wouldn't go outside naked, silly girl."

So I got hauled back to the bedroom and suffered the indignity of a whipping (cropping?), made better by more cuddling and kissing and teasing afterwards.

Amy in Anticipation

Last night, Richard went on Yahoo Messenger to see if his kids were on. I went into the other room and logged on to Messenger on the desktop computer. I quietly took off my shirt and turned on the webcam. Then I buzzed Richard. Hehehe. He was so surprised. It brought back a lot of nice memories of our early relationship (we met online, and started IMing and webcamming after a month or so, but I was VERY shy back then - the "no shirt" aspect was a new one lol).

After a few minutes IMing back and forth, he typed "now I'm going to surprise YOU" and suddenly he was behind me, cupping my breasts with his hands, nuzzling and kissing my neck. Mmmmmm. We agreed that real time is sooooo much nicer. But I am so thankful for the internet, because we never would have met without it.

So. This morning. The alarm rang and I reached to turn it off.

Richard said "Roll over next to me".

I did, and he said "Open your legs."

Which I did. He slipped his hand over my pussy and closed my legs again, then draped his other arm over me.

"Um Richard, I have to get up now. I have that reading to do."

"Shhhh."

So I laid silently for a minute, feeling the warmth from his hand, trying not to get too aroused, trying not to wiggle.

"OK. You can get up now."

I did my reading, while he slowly woke up next to me. I finished more quickly than expected (maybe not my most *careful* reading ever) and rolled against him.

We began teasing each other with our hands and then our mouths. I was the first to crack.

"Richard, please fuck me."

"We can't. You've got to get to the office."

"Pleeeease. Just put it in. Just for a sec. C'mon."

"I'm not just putting it in. Nope."

"OK. Two strokes then. OK? C'mon. Please Daddy." (batting my eyelashes imploringly)

"Just two strokes huh? OK, climb on top, little girl."

Sweet jesus. He played with my breasts as he fucked me from below.

"I think that's two. We better stop." (smartass me)

"Shut up and fuck. You know how to fuck don't you? Just fuck."

So I did what I was told.

After a few minutes, he popped me off of him and flipped me onto my belly. I thought he was going to fuck me from behind, but first he smacked me HARD several times on each ass cheek. THEN he hauled my ass in the air and fucked me. Every few thrusts he would smack me again. My ass was stinging and it felt soooo good.

Then he flipped me onto my back and really started fucking me in earnest. We were both wildly turned on at this point, and I know I couldn't have put together a complete sentence if I'd wanted to. I was moaning and bucking and biting and hitting and finally Richard had enough of it and grabbed a pillow and put it over my face (note for the safety police: leaving my mouth free : )).

Wow. That really quieted me down. He was fucking me even harder and I could feel every millimeter of him, every move he made and I just stayed as still as I could and felt it all.

After a while he pulled the pillow off my face and stared down at me as he kept fucking me.

"You need to get used to being used like this, little girl."

"I am going to use you more and more. Like this, and in lots of other ways too."

I could feel myself orgasming as he spoke and he thrust into me hard twice more and stopped. He held me close and told me he loved me and then we hopped out of bed and I barely made it to my meeting in time. And I couldn't stop thinking about him the entire time. It was the longest meeting of my life.

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The Other Night that I Was Waiting For

“We could have an entire relationship without ever leaving this spot.”

In the Beginning

“The actual piercing was exquisite – one fraction of a second of pain, followed by a feeling of pleasure like I have never experienced.”

A modern romance or just wanking off in front of the computer screen?

“And then there are some people you want in your bed. ”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

The Torture Porn Debate

Editor’s Choice

Never say never

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Apollo sandwich

The Beautiful Blue-Eyed Boy

Cum again

Do you remember

Down the enchanted pussy hole

Gropes and Kisses


Once You Go Black?

Out of Body

The Pirate Captain - Part V

A quickie

She Says “Relax…” (Thunderfuck)

Spell of Desire

Transmogrification and the Dakini - Part 5, Body

Sex Poetry

Twist in the Polaris

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Half-Nekkid on Canada Day

I’m pretty sure you said…Pearl Necklace…

Too Much Details (video)

BDSM & Fetish

Broken Bath Brush


Catalina loves Choking

Discipline

Dream Sex Slave Day

Fetish Film: Tickling And Spanking: Greatest Hits

Flash on top of Mt. Seymour

Just go to sleep…

His test

My Fetishes (Roleplay)

New Story: Judicial Canings


You can’t camouflage hotness

You Take The Good, You Take The Bad

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

1st Blogiversary

Birth of the Stay at Home Nympho

Blowjob everywhere…

Deep Thoughts

Hall Passes & Pearls Before Swine


The Passion Hook

Sex News & Reviews

Mom would be so proud…

Stormy Leather

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Amy has given a good description of our first night at a club. One thing that she didn't seem to realize was just exactly why some many Doms were talking to us. She assumed that we were all talking "Domly" stuff that she found uninteresting. I pointed out to her that they were talking to me because they wanted to fuck her.

The thought horrified her, and she claims not to believe it, but I've been around enough to know better. If you want to play with someone's slave, you have to go through her owner, not through her. So, Amy makes me more popular than I usually am. I also pointed out to her that I have been offered the use of someone's slave before at a dungeon, and she is dealing with the thought/fear that I could do the same.

Anyway, the next night found us at a different club, a very elegant club with theme rooms, a dance floor, a bar, etc., and with house submissives that tend to your needs, to a certain degree, anyway (Some needs, you just gotta bring your own slave).

Amy adjusting


We saw a school room, a dungeon, a sissy maids room - all sorts of great facilities. But the best part was watching the play.

Early on, we watched a lesbian couple doing some flogging, and just generally enjoyed the ambiance.

Then, a couple of plushies and a few cross dressers showed up, as well as some intriguing Dominatrices and others. Some nice corsets, a tall brunette schoolgirl, and a stunning pigtailed anime styled blond asian woman. A nice mix of people; my kind of people, so I felt really at home.

Amy and I wandered off through the many secluded rooms and hallways, with me stopping from time to time to ease a breast out of her corset, and play with her nipples as she took a sharp intake of breath. Once I lifted her skirt and played with her ass, which made her visibly nervous, and in another room she laid back on an examining table while I held a hand over her eyes and played with a few vulnerable parts of her body, as passers-by peeked in for a casual glance at what was going on.

I think the sexiest part of the night, other than Amy and I playing with each other, was watching some extended play a man did with a woman tied almost nude to a chair largely woven from metal braid. He did far more than just flog her, whipping her pierced breasts repeatedly, invading her mouth with his fingers at will, and putting a satisfying beating on her in general, from her thighs to her belly. Quite sexy, and with the assistance of his submissive dressed as a plushie - some kind of bear I think - a very visually appealing overall, with a nice level of flair.

In the same room, at the same time, a complete novice was being shown how to use a flogger by a friendly and experienced Dominatrix. She showed a lot of patience and gave some really good tips to a man who seemed to have never held a flogger before.

We left the club some time after midnight, and in the parking lot, I helped Amy ease out of her corset for the ride back home. She's beginning to get used to dressing and undressing in intriguing places, which bodes well for the future!

I'm going to write about our Saturday night club experience later today, cuz I actually have to WORK today. Bah. But I just read a couple of posts by Z and I wanted to post about them quickly.

Richard pointed out that the title of the post might be confusing, because not everybody knows Leonidas chocolate. To which I replied "They should." I thought about titling it "Z is to vanilla as Godiva is to chocolate", but I don't really like Godiva chocolate. Godiva is to Leonidas as Hersheys is to Godiva. Well, actually I like Hersheys.

I'm getting off topic. Leonidas is a Belgian chocolate and it's THE BEST CHOCOLATE IN THE WORLD. When I was in Belgium for a week many years ago, I only learned one phrase in Belgique (which I no longer remember): "One hundred grams of chocolate, please."

The point being. The term "vanilla" is used by kinky people to refer to non-kinky people. It seems to me (as a life-long vanilla person, newbie to kinkdom) to be used in a slightly condescending and mildly derogatory way. You can see posts on kink sites pretty regularly about how much closer and intense and honest kinky people are. To me, we're closer and more intense and honest with each other because we're able to truly be ourselves with each other. My relationships before Richard were not as close or intense or honest, because I wasn't being honest with myself about who I am. (Because I didn't know.)

Anyway, I still get kinda amused that someone who gets off on hurting someone, or wearing a diaper, or dressing as an animal (more on this in my next post) or any number of other perfectly acceptable but definitely not mainstream things (I include myself in that group) would feel that they are somehow better than someone who Just.Likes.Sex.

Which would be Z, among others. Who writes divinely and is smoking hot sexy. Which is why I say Z is to vanilla as Leonidas is to chocolate.

So say it loud: I'm vanilla and I'm proud.

Or: Vanilla? Madagascar vanilla, baby.

On Friday night, Richard & I went to a private BDSM club. I was nervous, but SO excited. I really had no idea what to expect. It was a male Dom/ fem sub night, and Richard said that in his experience the women would be nude or wearing very little. Since this was my first time to a club, he didn't want me to feel anxious or shy, so he let me wear a (tight) black t-shirt and mini-skirt, with Converse sneakers. For a while.

It was in a kinda creepy, warehouse-y part of town (not our town). Richard says that's because you need a lot of space for a dungeon, so you need to rent where it's cheap. I think we were probably the only patrons with a mini-van.

When we entered, we had to fill out a form and show our IDs, which kinda freaked me out. But everyone was really nice, and a regular there showed us around.

Actually, the first thing he showed us was his "bitch" as he called her. She was about six foot tall - he was maybe 5'8" and twice her age. Big, blond girl. Corn fed. Buck naked. Well, not quite naked; she had on a leather harness and nipple rings and heels.

He showed us around the place - they have over 6000 square feet in about 15 or 20 rooms. And all this equipment that someone(s) had lovingly made - spanking benches and flogging stations and THREE St. Andrew's crosses.

There was a group of people hanging out around an outdoor fire. They seemed to be normal, and they had a normal amount of clothing on, albeit all black.

Then a young-ish guy walked in, holding the end of a leash. On the other end of the leash was a girl wearing a leather skirt and nothing else. He walked her into the main room and tied her to an overhead bar.

Meanwhile, we were the object of much interest and good wishes. Several doms descended on us and wanted to know how we'd discovered BDSM and each other, and offer advice on meeting more like-minded people, and tell us what equipment was the most fun, etc. I kept shrinking further and further behind Richard, who was very friendly and pleasant to everybody.

Richard finally had pity on me and took me for a walk around the dungeon, away from our well-wishers. We walked into the main room, and there were TWO women tied up at stations, with their Doms smacking them with various implements.

Richard sat us down next to one of the stations - too close it turned out, because the woman made a LOT of noise and it started freaking me out. I THINK they were happy sounds, but I couldn't be sure. She wasn't too loud when her Dom was flogging her but then he began finger-fucking her and she got really loud. I whispered to Richard and asked if he was hurting her but he said she was probably an exhibitionist and making a lot of noise was part of her kink. We moved to the other side of the room.

This gave us a better view of the youngish couple I mentioned above. He was flogging her and then he would stop and rub her back and kiss her neck and see how she was doing. I could see him caressing her and she would start to relax and then he would twist her nipple hard and she would shriek and he would go back to flogging her. Later in the night he untied her and had her sit down. He gave her water and dried her off and cuddled her. Then he put a mask on her and took her over to a corner and made her give him a blowjob. Wow.

After a while, when we'd wandered around a bit and seen a few things, I felt comfortable enough to change. Richard put on my collar and corset and I slipped into a pair of heels. Richard had me sit at his feet while we watched some scenes. He asked me what I liked best and I said I liked the spanking bench.

He took me to one of the rooms with a spanking bench. It was the most private room there, but we had to walk through a room with several people in it, standing around talking.

He had me climb onto the bench. I was nervous, but he was very calm and gentle and just kept talking to me. He showed me how my legs and arms are buckled in. He rubbed my back and talked to me gently and I started to feel comfortable.

I thought he would have me get up then. But instead, he slapped me on the ass. I squeaked. Quietly, because there was a bunch of people just one room over. He slapped me again and I squeaked again. Then he reached between my legs and rubbed me, over my panties, gently. Then he spanked me again, harder.

I realized that there was no way that the people in the other room couldn't hear the spanking. I felt embarrassed, but I didn't say anything. I'm not sure why; I think it was because I was feeling so submissive and so turned on.

He spanked me for a few minutes, alternating with rubbing me and teasing me. I could tell my panties were getting wet from my excitement. I was embarrassed, but even more turned on.

After a few minutes, he unbuckled me and pulled me up. As I stood up, I realized people were coming around the corner to see what we were doing. Ack! Richard took me into his arms and kissed me deeply, positioning my face away from the door. I heard the group come in, look around and leave - probalby disappointed to have missed the spanking. Richard says a lot of the people at BDSM clubs are voyeurs and come to watch, not play.

He took me by the wrist and led me back to the main room, where a man was giving a woman a major flogging on the central stage. She looked gorgeous, kneeling on a bench and leaning against a higher one. There is something about that position - legs spread, ass in the air - that is incredibly sexy.

Her Dom was giving her a flogging that I am still stunned by. She must have entered sub-space, because she barely made a sound and her body was moving in rhythm to the background music. He was talking to her, telling her how to breathe, re-positioning her. He would stop and dry her off and stroke her and then pick up the flogger again.

I could tell from how he talked to her that he knew her well, knew what she could take and what she wanted. It seemed to me that he loved her.

Humans are amazing. To want to cause that kind of pain, to want to receive that kind of pain...amazing. How wonderful that they found each other.

As we watched them, with me at Richard's feet, he began to brush my breasts with his hands, then slip his fingers inside my bra and play with my nipples. People walked by, but he didn't stop. Later, the man who initially showed us around came up with his sub. Richard continued to play with my breasts as they spoke. It's funny, I felt a little shy but not as much as I expected. I felt very owned, and safe in that, and very submissive and passive. It was very erotic.

I am still processing everything we saw. Last night we went to another, quite different BDSM club. I'll write about that tomorrow.

I think this is going to have a big impact on Richard's and my relationship. I am feeling extremely submissive and focused on him. I can tell that it has made him want to do more, to take more control, to try some new things (eg we haven't really "scened" per se). It will be interesting to see where it takes us.

Amy and I went to a bdsm club in LA last night, and she'll be posting about what she saw there later today. In the meantime, I thought I'd put up this quick picture of what she was wearing.

I'm lying in bed next to Richard right now. We both have laptops and when I look across at his, there are photos on it, of beautiful women. Gorgeous photos. Photos Richard took.

He took them several years ago, and they were lost during a past break-up, and he has re-discovered them.

I am so, so thrilled that he has found them. He is a great photographer, and this was clearly a huge loss to him.

I am also a little intimidated by them, or threatened, I don't know. The first one he found, wow that was hard to see, because his hand was in it, touching her belly. Not in a sexual way (heck, she was fully clothed even), more in the way you touch something you own.



I am the first woman that Richard has owned. He is my first (and last of course) owner. He's the first man I've called Daddy (well, except I guess my father lol) and I'm the first woman he's called "little girl". Every day with Richard is a first for me. So that means a) I don't have anything to feel threatened about in re these old photos, and b) it's kinda understandable that I do find them a little threatening.

Anyway.

Yesterday morning, after an amaaaaazing early morning session (are you noticing a trend? early morning? this morning too!), I got a bit insecure. I'm still coming to terms with my submissiveness. Or not, depending on the day.

Ever since I started calling Richard Daddy, I've been feeling more and more submissive. Mostly I love it, but sometimes I start to fret about it. Yesterday, I wanted to know if it was "real" or...or what? I wasn't sure. After we talked for a while, I realized that there were two different things that were worrying me.

The first was, I needed to know whether Richard likes being called Daddy as much as I like calling him Daddy. I really really really didn't want this to be something he was doing to humor me or make me happy. I've said before that one of the most wonderful things about a D/s relationship to me is that I don't have to worry, as I usually would, whether or not Richard is doing what he wants and enjoying himself. This kind of worrying really interfered with me enjoying myself in past vanilla relationships.

He assured me that he loves it as much as I do. We've both posted about this before, so I won't spend more time on it here. But I'm probably going to need reassurance on this semi-regularly.

The second thing that was worrying me was, are we just playing a silly mind-game? Just pretending that he owns me and I submit to him, to make ourselves hot? I'm not sure how to say this in a way that makes sense, but I guess part of me was wondering if we were going to wake up one day and say "What the heck were we doing? Let's get real now." Or worse, that just one of us would say that and the other would be up a creek...

Richard says that he's known who he is for a really long time. I haven't; I've had a lifetime of thinking that I was a plain, boring, vanilla woman. Richard sees me as an exciting, intensely sexual, submissive wanton. I'm glad he sees me that way, but I'm still a ways from seeing myself that way. He says I'm still adjusting to my new understanding of myself. I guess I am. Bottom line, though, is that he's not going to change who he is and NO WAY am I going back to vanility (rhymes with banality) (vanilla-land? vanilla-hood?)

So that was my crisis of confidence. I don't feel like I've explained it very well. Maybe I'll do a better job during my next crisis, since I KNOW there will be one.

Oh! And just so you don't think I'm done being a tease...tonight! we're going! to a BDSM club! Woooooohooooo!

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Ménage


“Sometimes, she’s even more the centre of things than he is, since she is a more recent addition to the dynamic, and since we both adore her.”

Money and Sex

“And then in walks sex, #1 potential button pusher of all times.”

Denied - 11

“There’s a click, and a lifting of restriction, and cool, soothing moistness.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

The Skeptical Pornographer: The G-Spot.

Editor’s Choice


A fitting for a marriage

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Fun Factory Layaspot Mini Vibrator Review

NEW Designs Throughout the Shop!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Adult Meme: Q & A

A Brief History of Literature

Cockwhore 101 - Spitting

Have You Ever Used A Vibrator So Long That Even After You Stopped It Still Tingled?

Internet fuck buddy


Is it in yet?

It’s Behind You! Hurry Before It

Lesbian Sexuality 101

Q & A For (More Than) One (I Hope!)

Persian “Lover” - Part Two

Read Me

TMI, Anyone?

What if today was the last day?

BDSM & Fetish

Bait

Beer bottles and nipple clamps

Daddy’s little girl

Featured Fetish Film: Lez Go Retro (Lingerie, Nylon, Lesbian)

Ms160 celebrates a birthday

Oh, Sweet Release! (Kinda)


Parking again

Scenes From My Bedroom - Part 1: Taken

Space

Sex Work

The Art of Teasing

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

BodyPaint - Pictorial Presentation

Breann McGregor Undressed Nude Pictures


Deep Tongue Lovin’

LSG Models’ Latest Erotic Photos and Video

San Francisco Pride Pix

Sex & Politics

The no porn pledge (And my response to other misguided people)

Watching Big Love…

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Dirty Talking Girl

Hot Summer Nights are a Voyeur’s Dream

I know u want to

In Love With Her Best Friend

Laid

Saved By The Bell

Sexual Dreams~ ~#1


Silver Screen

Sleepy Time

Sweet Release

Unfinished

When Joe Brought Suzy Home 3

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As I said in my last post, my fears about Richard's increasing aggressiveness were justified. Before we went to bed, he put me into leg chains for the night, "so I wouldn't get away". He woke me in the middle of the night as he unclipped one of my leg cuffs, then pushed my legs apart and entered me. I could tell from how wet I was that he had been playing with me while I slept.

I moaned, and he slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut up. Just fuck."

I did what I was told. I could tell he was feeling very aggressive. Not good to argue with him at such times.

He fucked me for a while, moving his hands from my mouth, to my throat, to my breasts, and back again. Then he pulled out and shoved his cock in my mouth. His very hard, very large cock. I choked and he just pushed in deeper. Bastard.

He face-fucked me while I drooled and gasped and choked, and then he flipped me onto my belly, grabbed my hips and hauled my ass into the air. He kicked my legs apart and began to slam-fuck me. I could hear the leg chains, still attached to my right leg, rattle as he fucked me.

He grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his wrist and suddenly stopped, deep inside me.

"Where's your collar?" he growled.

"Um. I don't know. In the drawer?"

"Get it." He pushed off me.

I jumped out of bed and starting digging through the dresser drawer in which my collar usually resides.

"It's not here."

"Well, where the fuck is it?"

"I don't know. I'll look in the bedside table."

It wasn't there. I could almost hear his annoyance.

"I just remembered! It's in the bathroom." I ran and got it.

He put it on, roughly yanking it closed. "What kind of slave doesn't know where her collar is?"

"I'm sorry, sir." (meekly)

Then he fucked me some more, and he was NOT gentle. When he was done, he put the second leg cuff on himself and said "Now you won't be going anywhere."

But he didn't cum, so I knew I was in for it. I behaved like a saint all day yesterday, "Yes sir" and "No sir" about everything. When he said "Jump" I said "How high?" (Not really, my father used to say that lol.) We did a photoshoot, OUTSIDE with me NAKED, and I DID NOT COMPLAIN ONCE. I definitely earned the title "Good Girl" yesterday.

Jeez, I've done it again. I haven't gotten to the part in the title, but I really have to do some work now. More later. Promise.

We finally got the kids sent off Monday night. That evening we had a quiet dinner and stared shell-shocked at the upside-down house.

Yesterday morning we woke up early and snuggled for a bit, then I got up and made coffee and a nice breakfast. We both got lots of work done and put the house in order.

In the afternoon, we went to a feed store. I wanted to bring home baby chicks, but had to settle for a stock tank that we are going to modify into a hot tub (there are websites that show you how to do this!) Richard headed off into the horse section and suddenly I hear him from across the store: "Pony girl!"

Oh.My.God.

I looked across and he was grinning from ear to ear, waving a pair of hobbles in the air.

"Look at these!"

I scampered over to him, so he'd stop talking so loudly, even though I was waiting for a store clerk to bring me some eye drops for our dog.

"Richard. Shhh. People can hear you."

"Have you seen the WHIPS? They're so CHEAP!"

He headed over to a bucket full of whips and riding crops, touching every kind of horse paraphernalia you can imagine along the way, exclaiming as he went. I followed, whispering quietly that people could HEAR him, we were going to get KICKED OUT before we got our stock tank if he didn't BE QUIET.

He pulled out what looked like a buggy whip - about four foot of rod and two foot of whip - and cracked it over his head: "This is only TEN BUCKS! I could really use this on you!"

At this point the store clerk (a really cute, hunky young guy, incidentally) found me and handed me the eye drops, while eyeing Richard cautiously. I thanked him, but he didn't go away for the rest of our visit, following me from the horse supplies, where Richard continued to rifle through the crops and whips, to the pet supplies, to the baby chicks. I bet he was looking for bruises. I told Richard that he probably slipped a note into my bag offering assistance. Richard said no, he probably slipped a note into HIS pocket offering to help whip me. Hmph.

I figured I was in for trouble when we got home, but the ride seemed to settle him down. We had a nice, quiet, vanilla evening. I was finishing up a project on-line and Richard was reading on the couch next to me. I was uploading a series of graphics and started complaining about how long it was taking. This perked Richard up.

"Here. I'll spank you while it uploads. Then you won't be bored."

"Um, gosh, thanks. I think I'll be fine."

"Nope. C'mere."

So I laid across his lap and he pulled down my panties and spanked me, keeping an eye on the computer. When the upload completed, he pulled up my panties and let me sit up. It was a weird transition, with my bottom still stinging, trying to get back to my logical thinky-brain. I started to upload another graphic, making sure not to complain this time. To no avail.

"C'mon. Back up."

"Richardddd..."

"Now."

Damn, this one was a really large file. He spanked me for a long time, and he was spanking harder. I couldn't help squeaking a few times when he really connected.

"Your ass is getting really red. I like this. You're not so bored now, are you?"

One final graphic, and this one was shorter. By the end of this one, my ass was really stinging and hot. Plus I was feeling very submissive and very turned on.

We went up to the bedroom and I went into the closet and got the riding crop and brought it to Richard. I still can't believe I did this! Am I getting braver or stupider?? But the look on his face was worth it - it made him so happy.

He caressed it and said "This is much nicer than the ones at the store."

"I know. It was more expensive too, wasn't it?"

"Yes. C'mere."

So I got swatted with the crop a few times, which was stingy but not much stingier than a spanking (shh, don't tell Richard) and then I got very nicely fucked. But he didn't cum, which concerned me a little, because when Richard doesn't cum he starts feeling aggressive.

I've noticed this - if we fuck and he doesn't cum, he's very focused on me and a bit rough when he handles me, and if we fuck and he doesn't cum AGAIN, then he's even more focused and more aggressive. And so on. And with the kids now gone, there was no need for him to be quiet or worry about keeping me quiet.

And my fears were justified. I have to do some work now, so I'll write about what happened in the middle of the night on my next post. Sorry to be a tease...

Wow. I am so excited. For the next two weeks, starting manana, all I have to do is be Richard's good girl.

Well, technically, I have several big projects to complete, but I can do these almost completely at home. As Richard said, "No problem. You can type in chains."

Wheeeeeeeeeeee.

The kids are going away with their father for two weeks.

We've had them for the last week. We adore them. But. It's been a solid week of Quiet Sex. You know. No spanking. No squealing. No begging or moaning, or at least no LOUD begging or moaning.

And no wearing my collar. Or chains. Or whatever slutty little outfit Richard feels like seeing me walk around the house in.

And the week before, we were on the road, in waaaaaaaay too nice of a hotel and waaaaaaaaay too busy to get much fun in. (Although Richard managed to snap a pic of me working naked, unbeknownst to me (see last post).)

So I am really excited and really trepidatious, because Richard says he thinks he's been too lenient with me lately, and that's going to change this week. I'll keep you posted!