The Satisfying Return Of SIR

After several months of fleeting glimpses of my Sir in my husband's eyes, He has suddenly reemerged from the depths of stress and sickness. Much to my delight! In my disdain, I had removed my collar(mainly because the metal got caught on things and my sensitive skin saw fit to create a rash where it lay). Sir still remained submerged at that point and I had no idea of what He was planning in that devious mind of His.

My guess is that He saw my discomfort with my original collar and set about to find me something I could wear all the time without questions from others that was unique and delicate. About a week ago, Sir called me and my whole body lit up as I noticed the subtle change in His voice from Husband to Sir. He ordered me to dress nicely, do my hair and makeup and meet Him at the local bar. There He presented me with first, my favorite drink, and then opened a small purple box within which was a tiny silver chain with a real,  red tea rose encased in lacquer to preserve it forever attached. I squealed in surprise and love as He placed the delicate forever bloom around my throat and explained the reason for His choice.

"I have not been tending to you as diligently as I should. And, as such, I have seen you wilting under the weight of my demands. This is your new collar, to wear always unless it has need of cleaning. It is to symbolize that My love and guidance are always with you and that you are as precious and unique as the rose around your neck. I will make you bloom again. Thank you for your patience with me, my beautiful bliss."

I smiled gently as He wiped away my tears of silent gratitude.

The last few weeks have been filled with those tears...happy tears...tears of fulfillment.

Sir walking in with a bouquet of roses that look like a sunset and a huge teddy bear for when I am lonely(because, let's face it, every sub has a baby girl side and every Dom a Daddy side.), handing me a glass of my favorite wine for no other reason than to see my mouth curve into an appreciative grin. Oh yes, even after 5 years of marriage and 6 years together, He can still make my soul quiver with a glance or the flick of His finger under my chin. Even as He is giving me my task list for the day(Finally!), I am finding myself rushing to things I would normally do my very best to put off until I HAD to them with a hum and a wink.

My whole being is lit up from the inside, like a firefly in a jar. I am feeding on His kindness and His calm Dominance. He does not have to ask; He simply states what He wants and expects it to be done. I missed Him. I missed the ease that washes over me when He takes the world off of my shoulders and I am responsible only for my own actions and His pleasure.

My submission then wells over until there is only Us. My head resting upon His knees as He answers emails on my computer...Feeling His hands idly stroking my hair, or playfully cupping a breast, or challenging me to be silent as His fingers swirl inside of me, hidden in my jeans or the folds of my skirt, while we are watching a movie among friends.

In a few weeks, He is planning what will amount to our second honeymoon at a tacky, cute hotel on the island. He told me to pack His crop, my play collar and my smallest, most revealing lingerie. I wonder what He has in mind? I'll be sure to let you know*wink*.

Until then xoxo,

bliss

Hello Husband! Can I Have Sir Back Now?

Yeah, Sir has been sick with this bronchitis plague for way to long! Unfortunately, when sick, Sir ceases to be Sir and becomes similar to a 4 year old who has been out to long and needs a nap. I have been running myself ragged caring for Him and for our two boys that He passed the illness on to, for well over 3 weeks. I'm worried that by the time He is feeling tip top enough to wield the whip again,at best I will be to exhausted, or at worst, have then come down with the same illness. I love my Sir and I do not mind caring for Him, but when it starts to affect my own health, I worry. Sometimes, I need a break as well. Rest assured, every time I DO get a break, within an hour all I want to do is go home to my Sir and cuddle.

As of right now, I know very well I have gotten away with waaaaaay to much sass. I'm virtually asking for a heavy session...One that pushes me past my limits and makes me sweat, makes me cry, makes me bleed and makes me fly *licks lips and smiles*.

I long for Sir to look at me with His dark stare and tell me to bring the crop to Him in my teeth, instead of watching Him cough and listlessly play video games.

I miss Him. I need Him. I want to feel His hands tearing apart my clothes and pulling on my hair. Taste the sex and blood on His whip.  I want to drown in His discipline and His guidance. 

When?

Soon, I hope.

Until then, I will keep feeding my Husband broth and vitamins until he magically transforms into Sir again.

And We Are Finally Weddinged!

Lordy the last month has been so busy I haven't had time to post about how Sir and I's Wedding Vow Renewal went! First off, my father in law destroyed the area we were going to use for ceremony and reception TWO WEEKS before the wedding. Luckily, he had enclosed part of the property and we ended up cleaning it up as best as we could a few days before. His mother came through on the day of with a bunch of food, so no one would go hungry and we were able to get the electric on so we could have pretty lights and music, though no dance floor since that was on the part of the property that was destroyed(Literally looked like a bomb hit it). So, I'll give you guys the run down of the goods and the bads.

Good:
1. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful.
2. The music was perfect.
3. The cake was awesome(A black and white red velvet cake with a skeletal bride and groom on top)!
4. Cutting the cake with a replica of the butcher knife in the Halloween movies and the looks on our relative's faces when we did that was priceless.
5. The look of pure love and admiration on my Sir's face.
6. The pure love and admiration for Sir I'm sure showed on my face.
7. The friends and family that actually showed up and helped with everything.
8. My son refusing to let me walk down the aisle alone and "giving me away" to Sir.
9. That my Mom showed up.
10. We looked FABULOUS!
11. All of our children were there.
12. Everyone who came had a great time and loved the raspberry mead we made.

Bad:
1. Having to relocate 2 weeks before the ceremony.
2. It was brutally hot and humid!
3. We never got a first dance.
4. The reception got cut short because of rain.
5. Half of the RSVP's didn't show or call.
6. Everything but the ceremony and the cake cutting felt rushed.
7. Sir was sick and has been trying to get over being sick, so we didn't get to play until today when He felt better.
8. Having tractors in the background of most of our pictures because they were not moved as promised.
9. Sir and I barely got to spend any time with each other.
10. The skeletal Groom took a tumble because it was so hot the icing melted a little, but I righted Him.

All in all, not a bad day. There are things I will always cherish about it, like my Sir's look of love and my son walking me down the aisle. But, I'm glad it's all over...pheeeew!


Pictures? But of course!

During the ceremony(Notice the roses on tulle ropes behind us? Yeah, no one had a clue what THOSE represented. Clever, clever us!)

The ring ceremony(Nor did they understand why I wore the lace corset gloves that represented my cuffs)

Our awesome cake

Cupcakes for the kids

My awesome duct tape rose bouquet(yep, I made it myself)

Until next time

xoxo

bliss

The Vow Renewal And What It Means To Us

It has been quite a while since I've had the time or desire to write out my turbulent little thoughts. Much has been going on in the world of this sub. Mostly, I have been prepping for Sir and I's Vow Renewal coming up in two weeks*squeal*. While that has been going on, I battled a horrible, soul deep, pleaseshootmeorgetmecodienenow toothache. With some honey and cinnamon and a heavy dose of colloidal minerals and ibuprofen, the pain finally stopped after a week of pure torture. I swear, a bad toothache is worse than giving birth...and I've done that without drugs 4 times.

Apart from that ordeal, we have been equally hard at work trying to cure our youngest child of the dreaded whooping cough. So far so good. We're finally getting his poor little lungs free of that terrible anomaly. i have also had to say goodbye to several friendships that had long outrun their course. Some none to nicely, but that's the way of things sometimes.

This has left little time for me to catch my precious glimpses of Sir. He's still inside my laid back husband, waiting to jump out every so often to tell me to wear my sexy kitten heels and nothing else while He fucks me so hard it hurts...but in a good way. I'm in dire need of a good, hard spanking...a little fucking discipline..heh, but that won't happen until the stressful times in Vanilla Land have dissipated and I can resume my comfortable roll as gentle submissive.

Getting back to the Vow Renewal....

Sir and I married very quick and dirty in the courthouse 5 years ago due to some trying personal instances and a legal battle that we felt would be helped along if we were legally married. That, unfortunately, left us without what we had actually wanted. The pretty dress and snazzy suit(and boy oh boy does Sir look hot in a suit!); The relaxed Gothic picnic reception in the back yard , the red velvet cake and the dancing, the small group of family and friends. We didn't have any of that. After all of the trials to test our faith and love for one another over the years, we decided it was time to have the wedding we deserved. I honestly think that we have matured enough to really have an understanding of what marriage actually IS. Knowledge we did not have in the beginning that could have saved us a lot of heartache, but has put us in the place we are now.

It is truly a new beginning for us. Not the rough start of young lovers, but the deep commitment of long time lovers to deeply understand the vows they are making to one another for life. I do not believe in the disposable society we have today. The, don't like it, get a new one mentality. In that way, Sir and I are old fashioned and believe if something is broken, you fix it. I'm so glad to have the chance to do this all the right way. And, as much as Sir can drive me mad, I cannot see myself without him in my life...indeed as an integral part of my being. I honestly believe we are soul mates.

Wish us luck and happy times.

Until next time xoxo

bliss

In My Glass Coffin...

I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but it seems Sir is not really interested in being Sir...not for a while now. We are coming close upon our vow renewal ceremony. Is it that stress that makes his dominant side hide and mine come to the forefront? I have asked if the fault is mine that our lifestyle and sex life has so waned and he says no. That he'll work on it, but I haven't seen any results. I haven't worn my collar in weeks, trying to show my heartache and disdain for the loss of my Sir. I feel out of control. Like I'm drifting around in chilly waters. Like my submissive side is laid to rest like Snow White in her glass coffin, awaiting her master's kiss. Perhaps it is just easier to be vanilla in a decidedly vanilla world. I know Sir can take on and off his dominant role like a jacket in summer, while it is much more challenging for me to shrug off my submissive heart. Usually it makes me rebel and do things I know deserve punishment...lately to no avail. Sir will still want me to do things for him and give me tasks to do for the day, but there are no repercussions if I do not do them, nor any release if I do those tasks exceptionally well.

There is only the every day normalcy of our lives. He goes to work and calls me on his break and when he's coming home for the day. I get up early, care for our sons and clean the house. We end the evening watching a show or a movie and that's it. It has been two lonely months that I have been playing peek-a-boo just to get a glimpse of the Sir in my husband. I'm surprised that it doesn't make me angry, as I usually get angry before I feel sorrow. It's my defense mechanism.

I love him as my husband and father to our children, but I despirately miss my Sir and the structure he gives and how he made a blooming flower out of me when he so chose.

Until next He calls for her, my submissive soul will be waiting...sleeping...longing in her glass coffin.

What is sexiest: Short or Long?

This is a debate that has been going on for so long between women and men alike. It most recently came up for discussion when I chopped my shoulder length hair into a cute, super short pixie. Do I miss my hair? Am I going to grow it back out? Do I feel less feminine...all the way to asking me if I'm a lesbian?(the last one I laughed at as I am very much in love with Sir and have four children, so No, not a lesbian)

The answer to all of these questions is NO.

Take a look at the picture above. There is absolutely no doubt about how feminine and drop dead sexy this woman is. The short locks open up her features and actually make her sexier! The pixie did the same for me(minus the mile long legs on the model...heh heh). From some of the men I talked to, most asked Sir if He missed grabbing hold of my longer hair, to which He replied: "Absolutely NOT." He always said it got in the way and that He hated having to brush my hair out of the way to see my face. I find this amusing and a little ironic as Sir has hair down past His shoulders and I love it on Him.

It just goes to show that it isn't the length of you hair that makes you sexy or determines your sexuality. It's who you are. Did I look good with long hair? Sure! Do I feel more confident and sexy now? Absolutely. It would be the reverse for Sir. He hated it when His hair was cropped short and it showed in His demeanor.

He's not a stereotypical dirty hippy and I'm not a man hating feminist.

I say, to each their own. If you like long hair keep your hair long and vice versa.

What is your take on this age old debate?

How I've Missed You, Sir

"I'm ready. Crawl across the bed to me, girl."

I do this to be greeted with a bruising kiss and a tug on my hair to pull me upright.

"I've missed you, Sir," I say with a shiver.

"Remove your clothes, get on your knees and put you hands against the wall. Do NOT move."

He asks me how many I think I deserve and I falter. It has been so long and I'm certain I've been  very bad. I tell Him this and I'm sure He is smiling when He sets the number at 47 and tells me to count aloud.

Sir alternates between hand, paddle and the leather cat 9, making sunbursts on my ass and thighs.

Around number 28, my hands slip along the wall and Sir growls in displeasure. He then swings the paddle harder than He ever has, making me gasp as a wave of fire consumes me.

Then, suddenly, it stops.

"Bend over, lay your face on the floor and put your ass in the air as high as you can."

I hear Him rustling with something and feel His fingers sliding inside of me, adding to my wetness. The familiar buss of the Hitachi Wand causes a blush, especially when I realize He bought an attachment for it.

My whole body is vibrating and as much as I love this feeling, what I'm really craving is my Sir's cock driving into me in some way. It makes it hard for me to come, so He removes the attachment and turns the wand up full blast. He uses his knee to press it hard against my clit, and uses his hands to pin mine down.

"Do you like it, bliss? Do you like it when I force you to accept pleasure? Do you want me to shatter your self control? I want you to come until you can't move, screaming my name. Knowing that I am the ONLY one who can do this to you and for you!"

And I cum then, struggling in his grasp as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I feel His teeth on the back of my neck, His fingers sliding underneath the wand on my over-sensitive nub and then sliding in and out of me. I know His hand is slapping my already sore ass and that I am screaming....hovering in an orgasmic state that is more than pleasure, cumming so hard and so fast it hurts.

"Break, my love. Let me in," He growls into my ear. "Let your Master fill you up."

Before I know it, I have turned around and am vigorously suckling at my Master's cock. I don't remember the command. Only the intense desire to taste His seed and His skin. He tells me if I do well, I will be rewarded. I feel His legs start to shake and I know He is close.He throws me down and plunges into me. It is that moment that my whole being quakes and I see His strength nursing from my vulnerability. He is the snake coiling into the core of me. Beautiful and deadly. I am the womb cradling, and we are the Universe.

I don't know how long I lay against Him; Him cradling me and me cradling Him within. It seemed to me that I could see Sir behind closed lids, lovingly piecing me back together again. Hands once rough and torturous, now gentle. Voice gentle...a soothing balm.

Finally, I open my tired eyes and whisper,

"I love you, Sir."