There are some feelings that you cannot experience unless your married/collared. To me both are vital, both are the same. Both are commitment, in my case obedience, love, care, and unswerving loyalty. The willing to fight, the willing to die, the willing to turn the other check even though I know I could best them. Being me is hard, being me is great, being me is wonderful and crap at the same time.
Basically being a collared submissive is the best and worse of life.
N1D and I had a bit of a falling out today, being sub doesn't give me the right to absolve myself of a fathers responsibilities, sometimes I have to be brutally honest with myself and with others.
She's about to get it all wrong and I cannot protect Her, life sucks!
m
Sunday, 31 August 2014
Saturday, 30 August 2014
Butt the weekend
The weekend started with a bang, well actually a couple of butt plugs!
Normally Mistress likes to do "Bum Fun" mid week, but as we have Number 1 Daughter staying with us part time this was not possible. Anyway Friday evening N1D was out so Mistress got stuck in so to say.
I had fortunately been given a days notice; which as I've mentioned before really helps, ruffage
cut down, no alcohol etc. To be honest it's been a long week and I was a little fatigued. The important thing is when I'm tired and not quite up for a "Beating" play I don't hide it, so I gently explained this to Mistress. She looked a little disappointed saying She had intended to give me 16 with the cane, not as a punishment, but as play that She really enjoys. Sometimes seeing me truly buck, twist and beg really sets Her on fire. I of course asked Her to give them to me, however Mistress is also my Wife; both love me and She knows I don't play the lie lie game; so She didn't do any impact play. The play was sensual, kind (apart from the ball flicking) and just on a level I could cope with and enjoy. This take a high degree of skill, technique and intelligence; Mistress as usual showed She has all these, I'm very lucky.
After play I had to clean up and put away everything pronto as N1D and boyfriend would be returning later so I didn't have long to snuggle up afterwoods, which is a shame as this bonding ritual is important to me.
N1D and boyfriend got in late, long after we had gone to the land of nod. Just for once I slept through Mutt barking the alert, boyfriend showering and N1D cooking, I had been right I was stuffed in more ways than one as it happens.
In the morning following our early stroll, that's Mutt and I, where we meet as usual all the normal suspects, funny how I know the names of the Dogs but not their owners, I had to fly round the Kitchen; which had turned into a dumping ground during the night. Mistress really doesn't like a messy kitchen.
Boyfriend went off to work and I attempted to persuade both of the Woman in my life to get ready to go out. We were going to visit N1D boyfriend at his place of work. It's a public attraction, historic and not too far way. One way or another we had never been before. If you've ever tried to get two strong dominant Women to move at a pace faster than they want to you will understand the problems I had. The biggest one is that they both want to move at different speeds to each other. joy!
This is when I made my first big mistake of the day. Just before we left I asked Mistress to carry the tickets and car pass to our car as my hands were full of things that were essential for the short journey!
We duly arrived to find the tickets didn't make it to the car. Yes I know; silly me!
Fortunately boyfriend smoothed the way and we didn't have to pay again, phew!
Walking round the historic attraction we took in a free tour, the late middle aged Woman acting as our guide was informative, friendly and interesting. Probably recently retired, with a pudding bowl haircut and bingo wings. She did a lot of arm waving during the tour; and I couldn't help but notice them. Unlike a lot of people who give tours or are helpers at these sort of attractions She didn't suffer from verbal overload on Her subject. So many people clearly spend ages learning every minute fact and are desperate to ensure that everyone they meet knows of their dedication.
Purchasing lunch in the cafe we got a staff discount! I like him! During lunch boyfriend joined us, this is where I made my second mistake of the day. We were chatting away and I made what I thought was a fairly innocuous statement, I forgot that N1D and boyfriend are really anal in a political correct straight jacket sort of way. N1D gave me a right earful, boyfriend scowled. Mistress just looked at me and shrugged, She couldn't really see the problem. I guess we are a little laid back about political correctness, as you get to our age I think you realise that most people have more important things to worry about, like parents who have physical and mental illnesses, the single Woman across the road with a young child desperately trying to provide for it. The old man up the road who's Wife died 20 years ago and lives totally on his own.
Political Correctness is for the young and the idealist, the rest of us just try to get on with life. Occasionally jumping briefly onto the PC wagon; but in the main just struggling through life.
It took a bit of handholding and an ice-cream to get N1D to move on. She explained that She didn't want me to look stupid in front of my customers. Knowing my customers I know 99% wouldn't give a toss! the other 1% would just give me a lecture and feel smug.
During our visit we climbed up and down steps, some uneven. As N1D is pregnant I found myself reaching out to catch Her more than once. The protect instinct stronger than ever. She unconsciously
responded to this wanting to hold my hand and have hugs. We rarely stay mad at each other for long.
Oh my third mistake, they always seem to come in threes, was to share some cheese puffs in the car, so the vacuums out tomorrow!
m
Normally Mistress likes to do "Bum Fun" mid week, but as we have Number 1 Daughter staying with us part time this was not possible. Anyway Friday evening N1D was out so Mistress got stuck in so to say.
I had fortunately been given a days notice; which as I've mentioned before really helps, ruffage
cut down, no alcohol etc. To be honest it's been a long week and I was a little fatigued. The important thing is when I'm tired and not quite up for a "Beating" play I don't hide it, so I gently explained this to Mistress. She looked a little disappointed saying She had intended to give me 16 with the cane, not as a punishment, but as play that She really enjoys. Sometimes seeing me truly buck, twist and beg really sets Her on fire. I of course asked Her to give them to me, however Mistress is also my Wife; both love me and She knows I don't play the lie lie game; so She didn't do any impact play. The play was sensual, kind (apart from the ball flicking) and just on a level I could cope with and enjoy. This take a high degree of skill, technique and intelligence; Mistress as usual showed She has all these, I'm very lucky.
After play I had to clean up and put away everything pronto as N1D and boyfriend would be returning later so I didn't have long to snuggle up afterwoods, which is a shame as this bonding ritual is important to me.
N1D and boyfriend got in late, long after we had gone to the land of nod. Just for once I slept through Mutt barking the alert, boyfriend showering and N1D cooking, I had been right I was stuffed in more ways than one as it happens.
In the morning following our early stroll, that's Mutt and I, where we meet as usual all the normal suspects, funny how I know the names of the Dogs but not their owners, I had to fly round the Kitchen; which had turned into a dumping ground during the night. Mistress really doesn't like a messy kitchen.
Boyfriend went off to work and I attempted to persuade both of the Woman in my life to get ready to go out. We were going to visit N1D boyfriend at his place of work. It's a public attraction, historic and not too far way. One way or another we had never been before. If you've ever tried to get two strong dominant Women to move at a pace faster than they want to you will understand the problems I had. The biggest one is that they both want to move at different speeds to each other. joy!
This is when I made my first big mistake of the day. Just before we left I asked Mistress to carry the tickets and car pass to our car as my hands were full of things that were essential for the short journey!
We duly arrived to find the tickets didn't make it to the car. Yes I know; silly me!
Fortunately boyfriend smoothed the way and we didn't have to pay again, phew!
Walking round the historic attraction we took in a free tour, the late middle aged Woman acting as our guide was informative, friendly and interesting. Probably recently retired, with a pudding bowl haircut and bingo wings. She did a lot of arm waving during the tour; and I couldn't help but notice them. Unlike a lot of people who give tours or are helpers at these sort of attractions She didn't suffer from verbal overload on Her subject. So many people clearly spend ages learning every minute fact and are desperate to ensure that everyone they meet knows of their dedication.
Purchasing lunch in the cafe we got a staff discount! I like him! During lunch boyfriend joined us, this is where I made my second mistake of the day. We were chatting away and I made what I thought was a fairly innocuous statement, I forgot that N1D and boyfriend are really anal in a political correct straight jacket sort of way. N1D gave me a right earful, boyfriend scowled. Mistress just looked at me and shrugged, She couldn't really see the problem. I guess we are a little laid back about political correctness, as you get to our age I think you realise that most people have more important things to worry about, like parents who have physical and mental illnesses, the single Woman across the road with a young child desperately trying to provide for it. The old man up the road who's Wife died 20 years ago and lives totally on his own.
Political Correctness is for the young and the idealist, the rest of us just try to get on with life. Occasionally jumping briefly onto the PC wagon; but in the main just struggling through life.
It took a bit of handholding and an ice-cream to get N1D to move on. She explained that She didn't want me to look stupid in front of my customers. Knowing my customers I know 99% wouldn't give a toss! the other 1% would just give me a lecture and feel smug.
During our visit we climbed up and down steps, some uneven. As N1D is pregnant I found myself reaching out to catch Her more than once. The protect instinct stronger than ever. She unconsciously
responded to this wanting to hold my hand and have hugs. We rarely stay mad at each other for long.
Oh my third mistake, they always seem to come in threes, was to share some cheese puffs in the car, so the vacuums out tomorrow!
m
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Chains and pink nighties
It's been back to work today after my weeks rest, the horrible heavy thud feeling I get as I climb into the car to leave home is awful. Once I get into the office I don't have time to dwell, I plunge into the turmoil and stress that earns the beer tokens.
My first call out of the office was to a house to do some electrical work. It was mid morning and I had the apprentice with me, straight out of school, keen as a young pup to engage and please. If he had a tail it would wag all the time. On knocking a scruffy; smelly early middle aged man answered, he looked confused to see us, shouting into the home he yelled at his wife/partner who screeched back telling him to let us in. We entered into a stinky, grotty hovel. The feature wallpapered wall was ripped and faded, stained with tobacco, splatters of what appeared to be food and what I thought was possibly stale vomit. The carpet was sticky, sort of yellow with the texture of cress and harsh sandpaper. Two council dogs growled from behind a baby gate in the kitchen. The Lady of the home was still in Her short, once pink, stained night dress. It was straining at the seams due to the larger than life gut that now challenged my progress. Huge saggy breasts almost peaked out of the bottom of the garment.
She remembered that we were due to come today and made a half hearted apology for the state of the home. Apparently Tuesday is her cleaning day!, honest!. The dogs were dragged snapping past us and hauled upstairs. This then just left the Rabbit sitting in the far corner of the lounge, twitching its nose, there was the odd dropping lying nearby.
We got on with the job. Kindly we were offered a Tea, after seeing the state of the kitchen we politely declined. The job was easy and the Trainee was able to do it with limited supervision. At one stage we had to turn the power off, I called up the stairs to let them know, just incase they were on a P C and needed to log off. She came to the top of the stairs, STILL IN THE NIGHTY!!, it was really short. OMG there are something's no-one should see, I quickly looked down and retreated into the lounge.
Telling the lad to get a shift on I turned round to see She had entered the lounge and had slumped into the brown old leather sofa, sitting with Her legs wide open; sucking on a king size cigarette, smoke flowing out of nose and mouth. She engaged me in conversation, well it was more shouting than talking, apparently I was her mate. I must have been, every sentence ended with "You know what I mean mate!".
She kept a close eye on the lad, almost licking Her bright lipsticked lips. Reaching down to scratch Her thigh She past wind loudly and giggled. Nice!
We left as soon as possible, as we got into the car I said to my Gofa "if you ever piss me off I will bring you here and leave you naked; chained up in Her Bedroom!" He laughed nervously asking where the chains were coming from!
I have no idea I replied........
m
My first call out of the office was to a house to do some electrical work. It was mid morning and I had the apprentice with me, straight out of school, keen as a young pup to engage and please. If he had a tail it would wag all the time. On knocking a scruffy; smelly early middle aged man answered, he looked confused to see us, shouting into the home he yelled at his wife/partner who screeched back telling him to let us in. We entered into a stinky, grotty hovel. The feature wallpapered wall was ripped and faded, stained with tobacco, splatters of what appeared to be food and what I thought was possibly stale vomit. The carpet was sticky, sort of yellow with the texture of cress and harsh sandpaper. Two council dogs growled from behind a baby gate in the kitchen. The Lady of the home was still in Her short, once pink, stained night dress. It was straining at the seams due to the larger than life gut that now challenged my progress. Huge saggy breasts almost peaked out of the bottom of the garment.
She remembered that we were due to come today and made a half hearted apology for the state of the home. Apparently Tuesday is her cleaning day!, honest!. The dogs were dragged snapping past us and hauled upstairs. This then just left the Rabbit sitting in the far corner of the lounge, twitching its nose, there was the odd dropping lying nearby.
We got on with the job. Kindly we were offered a Tea, after seeing the state of the kitchen we politely declined. The job was easy and the Trainee was able to do it with limited supervision. At one stage we had to turn the power off, I called up the stairs to let them know, just incase they were on a P C and needed to log off. She came to the top of the stairs, STILL IN THE NIGHTY!!, it was really short. OMG there are something's no-one should see, I quickly looked down and retreated into the lounge.
Telling the lad to get a shift on I turned round to see She had entered the lounge and had slumped into the brown old leather sofa, sitting with Her legs wide open; sucking on a king size cigarette, smoke flowing out of nose and mouth. She engaged me in conversation, well it was more shouting than talking, apparently I was her mate. I must have been, every sentence ended with "You know what I mean mate!".
She kept a close eye on the lad, almost licking Her bright lipsticked lips. Reaching down to scratch Her thigh She past wind loudly and giggled. Nice!
We left as soon as possible, as we got into the car I said to my Gofa "if you ever piss me off I will bring you here and leave you naked; chained up in Her Bedroom!" He laughed nervously asking where the chains were coming from!
I have no idea I replied........
m
Monday, 18 August 2014
men!
Someone kindly commented on one of my blogs the other day. I have had a few comments and like anyone who blogs it's nice to know that anyone can be willing to take the time and effort to read or even comment on them. So thank you.
So Craig it may appear I'm having a go at you, I'm not, this post has been on my mind for years and I want to get it off my chest. So hold on to your seats.
"Why can't I find a Mistress?, why won't my Wife/Partner dominate me?"
When ever I move/bump into the BDSM scene I always get to hear something along these lines.
I smile politely while screaming inside, HAVE A LOOK AT YOURSELF!, mr want, want, want. You claim you are submissive and want to be dominated. But let's be honest, did you tell your Wife before you married Her. Did you come clean to you Girlfriend before your relationship commenced lift off.
The problem with most men; sub or not is they cannot be honest with themselves, yet alone others.
If you want to buy a BMW you don't go to the Land Rover showroom!
It must be a real shock for a Woman to suddenly find out that their husband/partner wants to be dominated. Just the same as if a Woman finds out that he's gay or a transvestite etc. Some Woman deal with the news by ignoring it, or holding it over his head for ever. Some abandon the relationship in disgust. Others, a few love enough to try and understand, and a rare few embrace the fact and support, love and care. They are exceptional Woman.
Far better if the man had been honest, upfront. Messing around with other peoples life's, especially ones we claim to love is just unfair. We all make mistakes, i should know, although I became honest with myself at an early age; I was unable to be honest with any female I wanted to date. Not really fair on them. On reflection not really fair on me either, to deny ones self is the saddest thing. By the time I met my Mistress, both of us were in no doubt about what we were, and what we were looking for.
So if you are or feel you are sub, be honest, be brave, be proud, try not to be a mug, don't get taken for a ride. Be prepared to say no, be willing to say yes. Be sure what you truly want; and be clear on what you bring to the party. Have expectations, to many subs are willing to put up with anything to get the attention the crave.
Oh, and learn to cook, that's always worked for me.
I'm sorry if your upset by this post, this ones more about me than you. I'm going to ask my Mistress to read this first before posting it. So if you see this you will know She thinks it's ok for it to go out.
Normally I post first and ask afterwards. And yes Mistress is fine with that, you don't think I could do it that way without Her blessing, do you?
Rant over, normal service will be resumed shortly.
m
So Craig it may appear I'm having a go at you, I'm not, this post has been on my mind for years and I want to get it off my chest. So hold on to your seats.
"Why can't I find a Mistress?, why won't my Wife/Partner dominate me?"
When ever I move/bump into the BDSM scene I always get to hear something along these lines.
I smile politely while screaming inside, HAVE A LOOK AT YOURSELF!, mr want, want, want. You claim you are submissive and want to be dominated. But let's be honest, did you tell your Wife before you married Her. Did you come clean to you Girlfriend before your relationship commenced lift off.
The problem with most men; sub or not is they cannot be honest with themselves, yet alone others.
If you want to buy a BMW you don't go to the Land Rover showroom!
It must be a real shock for a Woman to suddenly find out that their husband/partner wants to be dominated. Just the same as if a Woman finds out that he's gay or a transvestite etc. Some Woman deal with the news by ignoring it, or holding it over his head for ever. Some abandon the relationship in disgust. Others, a few love enough to try and understand, and a rare few embrace the fact and support, love and care. They are exceptional Woman.
Far better if the man had been honest, upfront. Messing around with other peoples life's, especially ones we claim to love is just unfair. We all make mistakes, i should know, although I became honest with myself at an early age; I was unable to be honest with any female I wanted to date. Not really fair on them. On reflection not really fair on me either, to deny ones self is the saddest thing. By the time I met my Mistress, both of us were in no doubt about what we were, and what we were looking for.
So if you are or feel you are sub, be honest, be brave, be proud, try not to be a mug, don't get taken for a ride. Be prepared to say no, be willing to say yes. Be sure what you truly want; and be clear on what you bring to the party. Have expectations, to many subs are willing to put up with anything to get the attention the crave.
Oh, and learn to cook, that's always worked for me.
I'm sorry if your upset by this post, this ones more about me than you. I'm going to ask my Mistress to read this first before posting it. So if you see this you will know She thinks it's ok for it to go out.
Normally I post first and ask afterwards. And yes Mistress is fine with that, you don't think I could do it that way without Her blessing, do you?
Rant over, normal service will be resumed shortly.
m
Saturday, 16 August 2014
Girls, Girls, Girls
Hi,
I hope that you have had a good week.
Kathy from Femdom 101 ( a fantastic blog ) has been very kind and mentioned my blog, this has led to a lot more site activity, which is unexpected; but a pleasant surprise.
I've been surrounded by Woman all afternoon, which has been interesting, stimulating and rewording. I will come back to this later.
Last night, after work Mistress took me to the pub for Friday nights drinks. We don't go every week, however She could see I had had a hard day so waltzed me down. Mistress absorbed Herself in the local rag I engaged in one of my favourite hobbies, people watching. There were three Woman sitting near a table to us. The first slim, elf like, in an elegant way, the sort that can throw on an old pair of jeans and a scruffy top and still look fantastic was arching one of Her feet as though She expected it to be kissed. The second, the larger, but not hugely overweight, blonde, was the main talker, engaging the first with gusto. The third, the quiet, mouse like, relegated amongst the Yummy Mummies to almost an invisible watcher.
Children appeared every 10 minutes or so badgering for this and that. Each of the Mothers dealt
with the requests/demands with various levels of skill and success. Kids are very cleaver at getting what they want.
Mummy number two went to the Bar to order more drinks; leaving Mums one and three alone. I watched with some amusement how Mum number 3 came to life, chatting away as though fit to burst. To my surprise Mum number one responded equally enthusiastically, both were laughing and giggling, it appeared to me at Mum number Two's back in part. Glancing over to look at Mum number Two I could see She had entered into conversation with some of the "Bulls" and "Wannabes" standing there. Funny how tummies are sucked in and chests pushed out. She clearly enjoyed the attention. I guess some games will always played out, but in this case no harm or offence was given or taken, just a bit of harmless banter. Clearly not politically correct but just the way it is.
Moving back to today, in the morning; Mistress and number one Daughter went to a Car Boot sale. Just in case you don't know what one is, a brief explanation is that people can hire a space on a field and set up store for 4 to 5 hours, offering for sale anything they want to. Which of course means anything they have no use for anymore and want to dump on someone else, preferably for some cash.
In the UK they are very popular, everyone loves a bargain!
This left me free to catch up on some chores. Most would not be noticed but needed to be done. There is a personal satisfaction I gain from doing jobs that my Mistress had instructed me to do, doing them well, without fuss and no expectation of reward, although a reward is always greatly appreciated.
During the day I did manage to earn two strokes for biting my nails, I'm terrible for that. The strokes will be administered as soon as we are alone.
Anyway in the afternoon daughter number 1 had two girly visitors, both in their 20's, vibrant, and on the surface confident young Ladies. They congregated in the Kitchen, mainly I kept out of the way, available to help with internet problems and other such boring matters. Hearing the three of them laugh and enjoy each other's company made me feel relaxed and happy. Unfortunately one of the visitors has suspected cancer. She tries a little too much and is a little too loud. Overcompensating for the sheer panic and fear She must be experiencing. My heart goes out to Her.
During the day Mistress announced that number one daughter was cooking the evening meal. Her boyfriend was coming over to see Her and was stopping the night....... I was informed we were having vegetable curry, I asked if I could add some chicken to mine at the end. Both firmly said "NO". Number one daughter is a vegan or mad as I like to call it. N1D said She was relaxing Her rules and cooking vegetarian instead of vegan to support Her boyfriend, who I was informed will no longer be eating meat. I wonder if he knows this yet! Both made it clear to me their would be no wriggle room, so I meekly gave in.very wise!.
To be fair the curry was very good, I had thirds.
N1D is in work tomorrow, I have just taken Mistress Her "Bedroom Hot Chocolate" and I will be of to the land of nod. I will need a good nights sleep as not only do I have the two coming, but Mistress has just informed me we are playing tomorrow. Boy I'm going to have to cram a lot of ZZZeds in.
m
I hope that you have had a good week.
Kathy from Femdom 101 ( a fantastic blog ) has been very kind and mentioned my blog, this has led to a lot more site activity, which is unexpected; but a pleasant surprise.
I've been surrounded by Woman all afternoon, which has been interesting, stimulating and rewording. I will come back to this later.
Last night, after work Mistress took me to the pub for Friday nights drinks. We don't go every week, however She could see I had had a hard day so waltzed me down. Mistress absorbed Herself in the local rag I engaged in one of my favourite hobbies, people watching. There were three Woman sitting near a table to us. The first slim, elf like, in an elegant way, the sort that can throw on an old pair of jeans and a scruffy top and still look fantastic was arching one of Her feet as though She expected it to be kissed. The second, the larger, but not hugely overweight, blonde, was the main talker, engaging the first with gusto. The third, the quiet, mouse like, relegated amongst the Yummy Mummies to almost an invisible watcher.
Children appeared every 10 minutes or so badgering for this and that. Each of the Mothers dealt
with the requests/demands with various levels of skill and success. Kids are very cleaver at getting what they want.
Mummy number two went to the Bar to order more drinks; leaving Mums one and three alone. I watched with some amusement how Mum number 3 came to life, chatting away as though fit to burst. To my surprise Mum number one responded equally enthusiastically, both were laughing and giggling, it appeared to me at Mum number Two's back in part. Glancing over to look at Mum number Two I could see She had entered into conversation with some of the "Bulls" and "Wannabes" standing there. Funny how tummies are sucked in and chests pushed out. She clearly enjoyed the attention. I guess some games will always played out, but in this case no harm or offence was given or taken, just a bit of harmless banter. Clearly not politically correct but just the way it is.
Moving back to today, in the morning; Mistress and number one Daughter went to a Car Boot sale. Just in case you don't know what one is, a brief explanation is that people can hire a space on a field and set up store for 4 to 5 hours, offering for sale anything they want to. Which of course means anything they have no use for anymore and want to dump on someone else, preferably for some cash.
In the UK they are very popular, everyone loves a bargain!
This left me free to catch up on some chores. Most would not be noticed but needed to be done. There is a personal satisfaction I gain from doing jobs that my Mistress had instructed me to do, doing them well, without fuss and no expectation of reward, although a reward is always greatly appreciated.
During the day I did manage to earn two strokes for biting my nails, I'm terrible for that. The strokes will be administered as soon as we are alone.
Anyway in the afternoon daughter number 1 had two girly visitors, both in their 20's, vibrant, and on the surface confident young Ladies. They congregated in the Kitchen, mainly I kept out of the way, available to help with internet problems and other such boring matters. Hearing the three of them laugh and enjoy each other's company made me feel relaxed and happy. Unfortunately one of the visitors has suspected cancer. She tries a little too much and is a little too loud. Overcompensating for the sheer panic and fear She must be experiencing. My heart goes out to Her.
During the day Mistress announced that number one daughter was cooking the evening meal. Her boyfriend was coming over to see Her and was stopping the night....... I was informed we were having vegetable curry, I asked if I could add some chicken to mine at the end. Both firmly said "NO". Number one daughter is a vegan or mad as I like to call it. N1D said She was relaxing Her rules and cooking vegetarian instead of vegan to support Her boyfriend, who I was informed will no longer be eating meat. I wonder if he knows this yet! Both made it clear to me their would be no wriggle room, so I meekly gave in.very wise!.
To be fair the curry was very good, I had thirds.
N1D is in work tomorrow, I have just taken Mistress Her "Bedroom Hot Chocolate" and I will be of to the land of nod. I will need a good nights sleep as not only do I have the two coming, but Mistress has just informed me we are playing tomorrow. Boy I'm going to have to cram a lot of ZZZeds in.
m
Sunday, 10 August 2014
Baby?
Hi,
This is the post that's been on hold for quite a long time. I have written this over that period;
sorry if the timeline seems a bit confusing.
A few weeks ago I got home to find Daughter number 1; Her boyfriend and Mistress all outside at the rear. Once the mutt had finished his welcome i stepped outside to greet all.
DN1 was sitting on the grass next to Her Mother who was reclining on a lounger. Boyfriend was sat opposite them, perched on the patio step. DN1 looked at me; smiled and said "Sit down".
I went to sit on a chair by the patio table.
"NO SIT THERE" came the command from DN1, She pointed next to the boyfriend. I was whacked after work and was just about to argue that I needed a proper seat when I saw the look on Her face, it was the same look Mistress gives just before I make the decision to obey or suffer the consequence; smiling politely I sat or perched as directed trying not to sigh.
"We've got something exciting to tell you" DN1 said. "We're having a Baby!".
Jaw dropped, I struggled for breath, completely wrong footed for once I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Both Mistress and I were whooping and hollering in delight, hugging both of them, time seemed to stand still, I know I was talking gibberish, everything I said sounded; well not me if
you know what I mean. By some miracle we had champagne, which if you know me; you would know hasn't happened for the last 20 years. A friend had off loaded it to us, on arrival at a dinner party we through a few weeks ago.
I spent the rest of the night blubbering, they were tears of utter joy. I drank too much, far more than
normal.
During the following weeks since that evening we have all been busy, anyone who has had kids will understand, the list gets longer and longer. Does a baby need all that?
Mistress is now knitting for the Olympics, just as well She doesn't sit around in PVC, the image of Mistress knitting while dressed in PVC is just too bizarre to contemplate. DN1 tummies growing, She and I practiced putting pillows under our tops last night. Mistress took some photos, shame I cannot post them.
DN1 has become very clingy, especially with me. Wanting lots of hugs and cuddles, it lovely; but I know it won't last. The little girl has to grow up now.
Both Mistress and I have suspected for a long time that there is a Domme in there, the boyfriend let something slip when he thought I wasn't listening. Also DN1 has left things up on the shared laptop a couple of times. Mistress has quietly closed them and remained silent. Also he waits upon Her; and it's clear who gives the orders.
This really doesn't surprise me, She has grown up observing how I look after Her Mother, so it's not too much of a shock that She would want the same. Looking back all Her boyfriends bar one have been on the subbie side of the tracks. The remaining one was definitely Dom. In my opinion he was a right nob, arrogant, pushy and no good for Her. I guess She was experimenting Her sub side. Mistress and I gave a huge silent cheer when DN1 told us they had split.
In an earlier post I said that Mistress had put Her foot down and insisted I take a holiday, as this is not our main break we have stayed at home, just having day trips. Yesterday we went to my Grandparents home town. All four are buried in the same cemetery, I have wanted to go for a very long time, so we went. They have been dead for a long time, but I was surprised that I got a little upset while at the cemetery. Long forgotten memories come flooding back. We drove to each of the Grandparents houses just to have a quick look. They seemed smaller than I remembered, but maybe I've just grown. We also went to a park that I was taken too, it's a large park, the bird cages are still there as is the boating lake. No boats though, I guess Heath & Safety have put paid to that. A late lunch was enjoyed at the park cafe, it was packed, a sure sign of pretty good grub. It was. I noticed that all the staff were foreign, Eastern European I think. All were polite, hardworking and smiled at you. Where are all the local teenagers?
I'm looking forward being a granddad, I've already got a list of people that I have had to patiently listen too as they have talked on and on about their grandkids. Other peoples grandkids are really boring. So revenge will be mine!
Today we went to the Town i grew up in until i was 11. Again we went to the old homestead, its now got Stone Cladding! But apart from that the road looked just as i remember it. As did my old school. The School signage was interesting, the name of the school was in 8 or 9 different languages. How times change. When i went there; the only non white kid was in my class, he was a great guy as i remember it, good at football. One of the gang. After looking at the school we went to the Church in which i use to sing in the choir. It was locked when we arrived, but just as we ambled away; disappointed the Vicar came out, I explained that I use to sing there and we were allowed entry. The Vicar asked who the director of music was while I was there. I mentioned a name, he looked a little worried because I said "The Infamous *********** ********"
He sighed and said "Well yes he did have to resign". The Vicar left us too it rather quickly. It was a few years after I left the Town I found out that the director of music had been done for buggering half the choir boys. I never got touched, probable because my Father also sang in the choir and was normally standing right behind me just so he could smack me over the head as I misbehaved.
The church was just how i recalled it, we use to sit in the choir stalls sniggering and misbehaving during the dull as dishwater sermons. Well of course to a 10 year old they were dull.
The scans in, the baby's photos look great, or so im told. Apparently the baby is now the size of a peach!
Mistress had a great play with me today. Maybe the scan photo had boosted Her "Lets Beat the Sub Very Hard Button" I squealed, She laughed and giggled and I love Her.
I'm a lucky lucky boy in more ways than one!
m
This is the post that's been on hold for quite a long time. I have written this over that period;
sorry if the timeline seems a bit confusing.
A few weeks ago I got home to find Daughter number 1; Her boyfriend and Mistress all outside at the rear. Once the mutt had finished his welcome i stepped outside to greet all.
DN1 was sitting on the grass next to Her Mother who was reclining on a lounger. Boyfriend was sat opposite them, perched on the patio step. DN1 looked at me; smiled and said "Sit down".
I went to sit on a chair by the patio table.
"NO SIT THERE" came the command from DN1, She pointed next to the boyfriend. I was whacked after work and was just about to argue that I needed a proper seat when I saw the look on Her face, it was the same look Mistress gives just before I make the decision to obey or suffer the consequence; smiling politely I sat or perched as directed trying not to sigh.
"We've got something exciting to tell you" DN1 said. "We're having a Baby!".
Jaw dropped, I struggled for breath, completely wrong footed for once I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Both Mistress and I were whooping and hollering in delight, hugging both of them, time seemed to stand still, I know I was talking gibberish, everything I said sounded; well not me if
you know what I mean. By some miracle we had champagne, which if you know me; you would know hasn't happened for the last 20 years. A friend had off loaded it to us, on arrival at a dinner party we through a few weeks ago.
I spent the rest of the night blubbering, they were tears of utter joy. I drank too much, far more than
normal.
During the following weeks since that evening we have all been busy, anyone who has had kids will understand, the list gets longer and longer. Does a baby need all that?
Mistress is now knitting for the Olympics, just as well She doesn't sit around in PVC, the image of Mistress knitting while dressed in PVC is just too bizarre to contemplate. DN1 tummies growing, She and I practiced putting pillows under our tops last night. Mistress took some photos, shame I cannot post them.
DN1 has become very clingy, especially with me. Wanting lots of hugs and cuddles, it lovely; but I know it won't last. The little girl has to grow up now.
Both Mistress and I have suspected for a long time that there is a Domme in there, the boyfriend let something slip when he thought I wasn't listening. Also DN1 has left things up on the shared laptop a couple of times. Mistress has quietly closed them and remained silent. Also he waits upon Her; and it's clear who gives the orders.
This really doesn't surprise me, She has grown up observing how I look after Her Mother, so it's not too much of a shock that She would want the same. Looking back all Her boyfriends bar one have been on the subbie side of the tracks. The remaining one was definitely Dom. In my opinion he was a right nob, arrogant, pushy and no good for Her. I guess She was experimenting Her sub side. Mistress and I gave a huge silent cheer when DN1 told us they had split.
In an earlier post I said that Mistress had put Her foot down and insisted I take a holiday, as this is not our main break we have stayed at home, just having day trips. Yesterday we went to my Grandparents home town. All four are buried in the same cemetery, I have wanted to go for a very long time, so we went. They have been dead for a long time, but I was surprised that I got a little upset while at the cemetery. Long forgotten memories come flooding back. We drove to each of the Grandparents houses just to have a quick look. They seemed smaller than I remembered, but maybe I've just grown. We also went to a park that I was taken too, it's a large park, the bird cages are still there as is the boating lake. No boats though, I guess Heath & Safety have put paid to that. A late lunch was enjoyed at the park cafe, it was packed, a sure sign of pretty good grub. It was. I noticed that all the staff were foreign, Eastern European I think. All were polite, hardworking and smiled at you. Where are all the local teenagers?
I'm looking forward being a granddad, I've already got a list of people that I have had to patiently listen too as they have talked on and on about their grandkids. Other peoples grandkids are really boring. So revenge will be mine!
Today we went to the Town i grew up in until i was 11. Again we went to the old homestead, its now got Stone Cladding! But apart from that the road looked just as i remember it. As did my old school. The School signage was interesting, the name of the school was in 8 or 9 different languages. How times change. When i went there; the only non white kid was in my class, he was a great guy as i remember it, good at football. One of the gang. After looking at the school we went to the Church in which i use to sing in the choir. It was locked when we arrived, but just as we ambled away; disappointed the Vicar came out, I explained that I use to sing there and we were allowed entry. The Vicar asked who the director of music was while I was there. I mentioned a name, he looked a little worried because I said "The Infamous *********** ********"
He sighed and said "Well yes he did have to resign". The Vicar left us too it rather quickly. It was a few years after I left the Town I found out that the director of music had been done for buggering half the choir boys. I never got touched, probable because my Father also sang in the choir and was normally standing right behind me just so he could smack me over the head as I misbehaved.
The church was just how i recalled it, we use to sit in the choir stalls sniggering and misbehaving during the dull as dishwater sermons. Well of course to a 10 year old they were dull.
The scans in, the baby's photos look great, or so im told. Apparently the baby is now the size of a peach!
Mistress had a great play with me today. Maybe the scan photo had boosted Her "Lets Beat the Sub Very Hard Button" I squealed, She laughed and giggled and I love Her.
I'm a lucky lucky boy in more ways than one!
m
Mistress, Mistress where are you?
We were chatting the other day about why so few Mistresses are in the "scene". They don't appear in public but we know they exist.
I was very interested in Mistresses take on this, She pointed out there are very few places for Her to go and be a Mistress with Her sub/husband.
This at first appears strange, I guess you are already listing the venues, munches etc, local to you, in your head. She explained that although there were and are many places to go, these tended to be, dirty, grubby and maybe places we wouldn't go to if we weren't the way we are. There are of course exceptions to the rule, but not many.
Mistress went on to say that in someways most functions/events don't fit with our FLM/R lifestyle.
There aren't places where a Mistress can take me; collared, where She can sit with other Ladies and have just a coffee and a chat. Clubs and Munches do allow this to various extent, but She would be not in a true Femdom setting. Obviously there are other people in these establishments with different leanings/tastes; that are of course absolutely fine and it's no reflection on them or their choices. It simply is not a Femdom only setting, which is what She would prefer.
I agree with Her, but this started me thinking as to why else do Ladies not stick around. My answer has to be that many Ladies come into the scene; find what they are looking for and then leave. From their point of view why stay in the scene. Stalked by desperate subs; many of whom aren't really that submissive, surrounded by people who are absolutely polite and respectful, well mostly, but not the right way round, there appears from a Ladies point of view few reasons to remain.
We are going to an afternoon event later in the year, Mistresses and "boys" only. We haven't been there before, I'm really looking forward to experiencing it.
Moving on to another thought I've often wondered why some Ladies don't allow the use of the word "Mistress" when addressing them. my Mistress initially wouldn't allow me to call Her Mistress, certain things had to happen first. Personally I have always regarded calling a Dominant Lady "Mistress" a sign of respect and deference. Not full submission as I don't have the right to offer this as I'm collared, only my Mistress has that. She of course has the right to instruct me to submit to another Lady.
Also I've always thought that my label should be collard-submissive/husband, this I feel clearly reflects my status as one who is owned and loved.
I realise how lucky I'm am, but I can assure you it takes hard work, dedication and love on both sides to ensure our relationship thrives.
On final observation tonight, Mistress has instructed me to leave the cleaning up of the Kitchen
following our evening meal. She states She will do it in the morning, that's love!
m
I was very interested in Mistresses take on this, She pointed out there are very few places for Her to go and be a Mistress with Her sub/husband.
This at first appears strange, I guess you are already listing the venues, munches etc, local to you, in your head. She explained that although there were and are many places to go, these tended to be, dirty, grubby and maybe places we wouldn't go to if we weren't the way we are. There are of course exceptions to the rule, but not many.
Mistress went on to say that in someways most functions/events don't fit with our FLM/R lifestyle.
There aren't places where a Mistress can take me; collared, where She can sit with other Ladies and have just a coffee and a chat. Clubs and Munches do allow this to various extent, but She would be not in a true Femdom setting. Obviously there are other people in these establishments with different leanings/tastes; that are of course absolutely fine and it's no reflection on them or their choices. It simply is not a Femdom only setting, which is what She would prefer.
I agree with Her, but this started me thinking as to why else do Ladies not stick around. My answer has to be that many Ladies come into the scene; find what they are looking for and then leave. From their point of view why stay in the scene. Stalked by desperate subs; many of whom aren't really that submissive, surrounded by people who are absolutely polite and respectful, well mostly, but not the right way round, there appears from a Ladies point of view few reasons to remain.
We are going to an afternoon event later in the year, Mistresses and "boys" only. We haven't been there before, I'm really looking forward to experiencing it.
Moving on to another thought I've often wondered why some Ladies don't allow the use of the word "Mistress" when addressing them. my Mistress initially wouldn't allow me to call Her Mistress, certain things had to happen first. Personally I have always regarded calling a Dominant Lady "Mistress" a sign of respect and deference. Not full submission as I don't have the right to offer this as I'm collared, only my Mistress has that. She of course has the right to instruct me to submit to another Lady.
Also I've always thought that my label should be collard-submissive/husband, this I feel clearly reflects my status as one who is owned and loved.
I realise how lucky I'm am, but I can assure you it takes hard work, dedication and love on both sides to ensure our relationship thrives.
On final observation tonight, Mistress has instructed me to leave the cleaning up of the Kitchen
following our evening meal. She states She will do it in the morning, that's love!
m
Monday, 4 August 2014
On the Edge
We've taken my parents out again to the same all you can shove in your gob carvery. I hate it; see an earlier post, they love it however, so we go, I smile and pick with care the finer !!! morsels. On the plus side it's cheap, nearby and on a Monday evening normally not too full.
Moving swiftly on, we spent a fantastic day yesterday, Mistress was just wonderful and kind, I've been low and down the last few days. Too much work and no holidays at all this year. Mistress cracked the whip; so to say and has commanded me to book some time off. This has now been done.
Anyway going back to yesterday. Mistress spent the afternoon with me supervising and directing my labours. Like many Mistresses (see I'm Hers very excellent blog) She pitched in and worked with me, She doesn't just sit and order, She gets Her hands dirty. We got many jobs done, me with the exception of a small maid piny naked and very submissive. I loves it when my Mistress takes full charge, there's no beatings and play. Just plain commands and orders, neither one of us would expect me to refuse or not be keen to comply. It's what I call a real FLM afternoon.
It was gone 8 pm we stopped and fell into bed for a cuddle, yes Mistress cuddles and cares. I; like any sub always hope and pray for release, and it became apparent She was pleased with me, normally I am ruffly brought off into a steel bowl before being forced fed. However She edged me; again and again, 5 or 6 times, I was in complete agony and ecstasy, the torment was horrific, then She brought me to climax, and then kept going, if it's never been done to you, you can have no idea of the mind bending pain that this causes. Mistress of course loves this. She tells me She loves the begging, pleading, squealing and the smell of fear. Oh yes there is a smell of fear; you see I know what my Mistress is capable of, I have in the past seen Her play with others. I know She loves me and would never do any permanent harm to me, but that still leaves a lot of things She would do!
Fortunately I was not restrained; so I got some relief by moving. It's always worse if I'm secured, it also helps, funny that.
So here I am, sitting on the sofa, penning this missive, naked of course; just wondering if a bowl of cereal would not be too excessive at this late hour. I always find that like having a Chinese Meal a Carvery never really fills you up. Unlike of course a butt plug, but that's for Wednesday!
m
Moving swiftly on, we spent a fantastic day yesterday, Mistress was just wonderful and kind, I've been low and down the last few days. Too much work and no holidays at all this year. Mistress cracked the whip; so to say and has commanded me to book some time off. This has now been done.
Anyway going back to yesterday. Mistress spent the afternoon with me supervising and directing my labours. Like many Mistresses (see I'm Hers very excellent blog) She pitched in and worked with me, She doesn't just sit and order, She gets Her hands dirty. We got many jobs done, me with the exception of a small maid piny naked and very submissive. I loves it when my Mistress takes full charge, there's no beatings and play. Just plain commands and orders, neither one of us would expect me to refuse or not be keen to comply. It's what I call a real FLM afternoon.
It was gone 8 pm we stopped and fell into bed for a cuddle, yes Mistress cuddles and cares. I; like any sub always hope and pray for release, and it became apparent She was pleased with me, normally I am ruffly brought off into a steel bowl before being forced fed. However She edged me; again and again, 5 or 6 times, I was in complete agony and ecstasy, the torment was horrific, then She brought me to climax, and then kept going, if it's never been done to you, you can have no idea of the mind bending pain that this causes. Mistress of course loves this. She tells me She loves the begging, pleading, squealing and the smell of fear. Oh yes there is a smell of fear; you see I know what my Mistress is capable of, I have in the past seen Her play with others. I know She loves me and would never do any permanent harm to me, but that still leaves a lot of things She would do!
Fortunately I was not restrained; so I got some relief by moving. It's always worse if I'm secured, it also helps, funny that.
So here I am, sitting on the sofa, penning this missive, naked of course; just wondering if a bowl of cereal would not be too excessive at this late hour. I always find that like having a Chinese Meal a Carvery never really fills you up. Unlike of course a butt plug, but that's for Wednesday!
m
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