The Birthday And A Few Days Without The Roommate

Last week I turned another turn on the wheel of life...32. For whatever reason the day was filled with food! I ate more in one day than I normally eat in a week. This was due to a surprise visit from my mother in law which ended with a trip out to Golden Corral and the gift of a two pound box of chocolates chuckles.

Later on, our roommate took me out for  a Thai dinner and a pumpkin latte at my favorite coffee shop. The evening ended with Sir scooping up some fresh sushi with which He drew lines on my body with and followed the trail with His mouth, a long session with the Magic Wand, the obligatory birthday spanking smiles and a long soak in a hot bath followed by a lovely pumpkin cheesecake that melted in our mouths.

Our roommate is house sitting for a family member for a few days and Sir has taken full advantage of our time alone.

Last night He had me make two cigarettes(we smoke on the porch), but stopped me before we could go outside with them. He quickly removed my shirt and told me that if I wanted to smoke, I would have to do so topless. Even though it was later in the evening, I still felt a bit of trepidation, but acquiesced. The entire time He playfully brushed and tweaked my nipples, whispering between long drags off of His cigarette that the entire apartment complex could see my lovely breasts. That our neighbor across the way was probably wondering what those little rose buds tasted like . Telling me that  he was watching  and jerking it to the sway of my breasts each time he tweaked them or squeezed. He asked me if I felt exposed. I did, though I know no one can really see me behind the porch blinds. It was a beautiful mind fuck.

After we finished our cigarettes, He  told me to strip down and please His Cock until He told me to stop no cumming.  He said He would then cum all over my face and then force me to orgasm with His hands and the Wand until I screamed for Him to Stop.  I relished the silky smoothness of His cock and the salty taste of his seed. When He came He chuckled and smeared His cum across my lips and my closed eyes...effectively creating a sticky layer across my lids in a blindfold made of  His cum. It didn't take me long to succumb to the vibrations of the Hitachi ...but He kept it in place and buried His fingers deep inside of me. The double stimulation pushed me over the edge. I came again so hard it hurt, soaking Him as much as He had soaked me. I am close to cumming again just thinking about it. The salty cum smearing my face...sealing my eyes...His aggressive fingers scratching the inside of my pussy while torturing my clit with the wand....Yummy.

This morning I saw clothes pins and twine laid out upon the bathroom sink. I'm sure Sir put it there so I would see it. I wonder now how He will place the pins and if He will pull the string of the zipper as I cum? It is a delicious thought.

When the roommate is away, the cats will play!

I can't wait to see what Sir comes up with next.

The Really Real World

I've been cruising through some groups on FB and have found a considerable number of "perfect" subs and "perfect" D/s relationships. How pleasant it must be to have not ever have had to work to get your dynamic and relationship the way you want it and need it to be! Seriously, several uppity subs ganged up on a gentleman who asked how to help his submissive overcome some bad habits caused by years of mental abuse by a family member. Their Dominants stood by and instead of reprimanding their subs for speaking so callously to another Dominant seeking help, forced this Dominant to apologize for offending the very submissives that first insulted both him and his submissive. Calling him an abuser...a fake Dom...etc...All for expressing concern, asking for help and expressing his frustration at being confused as to what to do.

I see this quite often and it aggravates me no end. imagining clothes pinning their tongues to their cheeks

Not one relationship is perfect!  BDSM and D/s dynamics are not cure alls. You cannot blame your Dominant for not being able to fix you. When going into any relationship, you must first know and accept yourself before expecting anyone else to know you and accept you for who you are.

Sir and I have worked incredibly hard to make our marriage, our relationship, our D/s dynamic, work lives and family life all tie in. It still isn't seamless. Yes, I submit to Him. Yes, I allow Him to do all manor of things to me and I enjoy all of them. Does this mean He doesn't annoy me sometimes see sleeping in until well after noon and not changing diapers,  or that I do not annoy Him sometimes see being grumpy every morning and being overly emotional at the smallest things? Of course not! We are ever working on our relationship. We will always be working on it. It's what makes Us, Us. Our beautiful imperfection.

He still does not put forth as much Dominance as I would like Him to, but He is working on it. Between His two part time jobs and trying to balance our lifestyle with the raising of children, I can understand sometimes why He holds back a little. I'm also working on controlling my emotional outbursts and am trying to be more outgoing so that I can find some new friends. Mine have become flaky and unreliable.

Perhaps it is the birthday coming about in the next few days that is making me so emotionally wrecked?  I'm not sure. I do know that I hate the fact that I am growing older. I honestly thought I would never make it past my mid twenties. Well, here I am, sitting on the precipice of 32. Growing older does not make me think of the wisdom that comes with age. It makes me think that I now have allergies to foods I once loved...that I can no longer do the acrobatics I used to do(I was a dancer) and that now I hear my joints cracks every morning. It makes me think of my children growing older and as proud as I will be when they are men (and my one little lady) and have families of their own, it makes me want to stop time and hold them in my arms forever.  

Wow! This post took a considerable down turn didn't it?

One last complaint before I upswing again *chuckles*. I love my short hair for the ease of it, but am really starting to miss the diversity of styles I could do with even my usual angled bob hairstyle I wore for many years. The problem?  Sir loves the short pixie cut on me. I have no idea how to work around that.

All in all, things are going well with us. Life has come to the fore front with work and seeking out a new home and friends. I know it will all even out in the end and perhaps a fresh start in a new place will do all of us wonders! Until then, I will be plodding along, serving my Sir,being a housewife and a Mom.

Love to all!