Over The Edge – Part 1

“Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“This won’t be an easy weekend for you, but if you’re a good girl you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll make you proud.”

“I know you will. I’ll be texting you instructions.” My heart begins beating fast at his words and a big smile spreads across my face.

Just a short time later a text came through.

“Prepare yourself for me.I want a natural look.”

I knew exactly what he wanted – completely naked, no make up, no jewelry, long wavy hair, the fragrance he loves.

I prepare myself as instructed and wait. I receive another text.

“Stand in front of the fireplace with your hands on the mantle, spread your legs wide and get up on your toes. I’ll be home in 5 min.”

I stand up on my toes and wait. I try to keep my composure. He enters the room without a word. He sits in the chair to the right side of me and begins to casually eat and watch me. He doesn’t speak. His eyes bore into me and my legs begin to quake from the weight of his gaze. I am still on my toes, but I can’t hold out much longer.

He gets up and walks toward me ever so slowly. I feel the electricity and heat between us. He stands next to me just mere inches away, but still doesn’t speak. I know he wants me to look elegant and graceful. He takes his finger and gently traces it up and down my spine and then starts to gently bite on my right ear. My head starts to swim and my pussy begins to pulse. He knows my special spot all too well. He knows how to tease me.

He whispers in my ear, “Relax your grip, your knuckles are white. I release.

“Good. Now, don’t move. I’m going to touch you everywhere.”

He stands behind me and begins to run this fingers through my hair and starts to kiss and lick my neck and ear. That spot, yes, that spot! His hands make their way to my shoulders and up and down my arms raising goosebumps everywhere and my nipples harden. He keeps kissing and licking and runs his hands and fingertips down to the curve of my waist. He keeps going lower and kisses my shoulders as he goes. He continues down my back kissing and licking. He doesn’t touch my tits and a longing moan escapes my lips.

“Hush, not a sound.”

He keeps going lower down my body, down each leg and then back up touching and kissing and licking and stroking everywhere, but he’s careful to not touch my tits or my pussy.

“Very good. Come down off your toes.” I immediately lower my heels.

“You will be fucked over and over until tomorrow night, but you’re not allowed to cum. I am going to push you because I need you ready. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream for it, but remember you will be denied until the time is right. Do this for me, like the good girl I know you are, and you will be rewarded tomorrow night.”

I whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

With that he grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses me hard and deep. His tongue swirls with mine and I’m lost in him. He pulls his mouth away and then throws me down to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me now.”

I open my legs wide and my eyes lock on his. His face changes and his eyes narrow. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly. I am his.

To be continued…

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Thank You D/s Family

Thank you all, our beautiful and wonderful D/s friends, for supporting us during this difficult time. You have all been a light in the darkness. You have been kind, caring, and helpful. I love you guys because you help me see the good and laugh through the pain. You have hearts of gold! There are so many hard life decisions going on right now, but we are getting through them day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. You have all made that possible.

My father in law was moved to hospice last night, but late this morning we were called to come in right away. His breathing was inconsistent and they believe he doesn’t have long. He has numerous health issues and his 87 year old frail body cannot heal. He’s in an acute state so we are in a holding pattern waiting for his imminent death. We brought the children so they could say goodbye to their grandfather and we let him know we forgave him. I told my father in law in front of my husband that I was thankful for the fact that my husband was his son. My husband and Sir exists because of this man and it is the best gift I ever received.

Going through his affairs these last couple of weeks have revealed many secrets. Disclosure between my husband and his sister have revealed opposing stories given to them. We didn’t even know we needed to forgive this man, but found out about orchestrated situations that worked against us for the last 25 years. Everyday there was a new bombshell. That being said, we forgave because forgiveness is for the living. Unforgiveness eats away at your heart and soul and makes it hard to extend love and allow love to enter. We choose to not live in unforgiveness and will lay an axe to any root of bitterness that would attempt to take hold. We choose to not let anger get a choke hold and hang on to the past. We have so much life to live and we want to live it well. I hope you do the same.

The truth really will set you free. Be honest and even if you fuck up royally, own it! You’ll be surprised how people will appreciate your commitment to respect them by just telling the truth of your indiscretion, error, or even blatant misdeed. Live and deal with the consequences of your actions without blaming the world for your problems.

D/s is about living a life of truth and honor and we are so thankful to have this lifestyle. This is the only life you have so make it count and make it a good one. Be good to each other and never take those you love for granted.

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Therapy Spanking

I’m not talking about Domestic Discipline, Take in Hand, punishment, or an erotic prelude. I’m talking about spanking as a means of catharsis, healing, and stress relief.

Last week I received a spanking that helped me connect and center myself. It calmed me and put my mind at ease. It had nothing to do with showing me who’s in charge, correcting an action, or as a start to some playtime. The spanking was a way for us to draw closer on a primal level. We often ignore that side of ourselves and label it dark and dirty. Your primal self doesn’t mean evil and it doesn’t mean uncivilized, either. Your primal instincts are purely about feelings on the most basic level and not disguising all of your feelings with years of layers designed to keep people from seeing your core. The problem occurs when we cannot even see our own core anymore. We lose sight of who we really are, and most times, before we ever find out in the first place.

I have come to realize that spanking immediately opens me up and helps me think about what lives inside me and my deepest, darkest desires. Bringing your desires into the light isn’t about turning something bad into something good (what we think is bad can easily be imposed restrictions based on fear) or even about being able to see everything clearly (although that is certainly part of it). Admitting your darkest desires just means you can truly live with yourself.

Back to therapy spanking…

Frequent non-sexual spanking are one of my darkest desires…

To have genuine and complete catharsis…

To release…

To be vulnerable…

To trust…

To connect…

To be free.

Further Sources:

http://www.spankingforwellness.com/Services.html

http://voiceinthecorner.com/2010/03/30/spanking-as-therapy/

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They work long hours or for a while they’re away

You’re home with the kids or by yourself all day.

It gets lonely at times, but you do have some friends

You can reach out to them to help your aching heart mend.

He’ll be back soon, that is for sure

Until he returns sub-port will help you restore.

Assist, recommend, laugh, and encourage

You’ll get through the hard times and your submission will flourish.

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Happy Birthday, Sir!

Today is my Sir’s 55th birthday. You would NEVER in a million years know that he is 55. Most think he is at least 20 years younger. There is not a wrinkle on his skin, because, you know what they say, “Black don’t crack.”

I wish he didn’t have to work today so we could stay home and play, but there’s always tonight!

Time To Wake Up, Parts 3 and 4

So sorry for the wait, peeps! The end of the kid’s school year brought me to my knees (and not in a good subbie way) and I was just dragging throughout the month of May and into June, but I haven’t forgotten! If you’ve forgotten, then you’ll want to re-read Part 1 and Part 2.

And now, Parts 3 & 4 combined for your reading pleasure, but really, the pleasure was all mine (and especially his).

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He is at the perfect angle for his pleasure, but not for mine. I am serving him and I submit my body, my heart, and my mind to him as I was made for his pleasure. I long for a release and subtly and even unconsciously try and adjust myself so he hits my G-spot with all the delectable force he’s using in his non-stop thrusts. I love when he fucks me hard.

“Stay still,” He groans.

His command starts to give my pussy spasms. I want more – so much more – but this is for him and I give myself willingly. All of the sudden he slows down and comes to a complete stop. I gasp for air and my head feels slightly dizzy. He takes just a moment to breathe and then slowly pulls out of me.

“Don’t move,” he hisses.

I keep myself perfectly still with my head down. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing.

I hear him open the dresser drawer and move some items and then I hear the drawer close. A moment later I feel the blindfold slide over my eyes. I feel the slow drip of lubrication drizzled onto my lower back and then trickle down my ass. He takes his hand and starts to rub a generous amount of lube between my cheeks and then right on my pucker. My breathing hitches and then I moan in anticipation as the realization of what he wants makes me shiver with want and desire.

“My girl likes that, does she? Baby, this isn’t all I’m going to do.”

My heart begins to pick up speed that I think it’s going to burst in my chest.

I hear the sound of him lubricating his hard cock.

“It’s OK, I’ve got you. Give me your right hand.”

I extend my hand to him and he puts a 7″ lubricated dildo in my hand. He asks me to extend out my left hand and he drizzles lube into my palm.

“Lube up the dildo like you’re stroking me.”

I slowly and seductively start stroking the dildo and treat it like it was my Sir’s hard shaft. I make sure it is thoroughly coated and ready.

“Good girl. Now I want you to fill yourself with it and then hold yourself up with your left hand.”

I do exactly as he tells me and the dildo stretches and fills me completely.

“Hold it there and don’t let it fall out.”

He then grabs me with both his hands on my hips as he inserts himself carefully into my ass.

“Breath, sweet girl.”

I follow his lead as he consumes my ass and I relax myself into each inch he sinks into me.

“Now I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo.”

I start to slowly move the dildo in and out. Each time I pull the dildo out, he pushes his cock in me and we begin an opposite in and out rhythm that starts to bring me to the edge. We start to move faster and harder and I’m so very close. I am filled completely and I begin to convulse.

“That’s my girl. Feel it. You’re going to cum so hard.”

And his words are my undoing. I cum hard and long and cry out as I feel my wetness flow. I can’t move my arms anymore and the dildo drops out of my hand. I sink down on my elbows as he continues to fuck my ass. He then pulls my hips back hard as he thrusts into me one last time. He shudders and releases himself into me and groans in ecstasy.

I collapse from his weight on my back and Sir falls forward onto me; the full length of his body presses on my back. He pulls himself up onto his arms and leans in to sweetly kiss me on my cheek. I turn my head toward him and he removes my blindfold. He gives me a very satisfied smile and his eyes are sparkling.

“You were so good, baby girl. You’re my kippy,” He croons.

I smile back at my Sir and feel completely sated. I’m awake now. I’m wide awake.

My Husband Got All Dominant On His Ass!

Yesterday I got to see my husband in all his shining Dominate glory, but not in our bedroom or in our house – Sir was in full view of the public and man I am still turned on!

We started a youth organization and yesterday was our first practice. We went through all the proper channels of certifications, memberships, coaches criminal background checks, School District field usage permit, 3rd party insurance, registrations, advertising, business plan, etc. Our time, our track, our money, our business…period! The practice was going well and we only had 15 minutes left when along comes this guy with a few teenage athletes to work them out on our track. This man has a business doing this sort of thing because he drove a truck advertising what he does (I took pictures of his truck afterwards, just in case). The track is only for our athletes so while I was helping the kids at the long jump pit, my sexy-as-hell-Dominate husband walks on over to talk to this man. I could see the body language from across the field and I knew trouble was brewing. From what my Sir told me, he kept saying to the guy, “Excuse me…excuse me,” but the guy was purposely ignoring him. So Sir got in front of him and politely told him the situation and that he could use the track in 15 minutes. The guy then went ballistic and started screaming and yelling like a lunatic in my Sir’s face right in front of the children and their parents. Mind you, the kids ranged in age from 7-11 and our children were there, too. He was so insulted that he was asked to leave even knowing that he had no right to be there at that time. This man’s desperation caused him to throw out accusations and insults, even directing it at our kids because he didn’t feel that they were as worthy to be on the track as his athletes. He puffed himself up by saying to my Sir, “Who are you? I don’t even know who you are.” My Sir calmly said, “I’m the one who has the right to this track right now.” The guy didn’t want to see the legal proof.

If you’ve read this blog you would know that my first instinct was to pick up the big heavy rake that we use to smooth the sand in the long jump pit and race across the field to crack the guy in the head if I needed to. I actually heard the word, “STOP” as I turned and took two steps. Sir said later that if I had come over and the guy yelled at me we would have had a different outcome. If the guy had turned his rage at anyone else other than Sir we would have had a different outcome.

My Sir had everything under control, because unlike the over-bearing, loud-mouthed, blow-hard, crazy, domineering bully, my Sir was cool, calm, and in control. Sir handled the situation so beautifully, never raising his voice and speaking clearly and confidently. The man left to workout on the baseball diamond. Parents even commented on how impressed they were with how Sir handled it.

Seriously, can there be more of a turn-on to a submissive than seeing a true Dominate masterfully handling a hard situation without breaking a sweat? SO FUCKING SEXY!

FYI…I had to go back to the track because I thought I left something (we were in two different cars) and the dude was still on the baseball field, obviously knowing he was wrong, totally put in his place, and much too afraid to go back to the track.

It’s hard to match a photo to what took place yesterday, so here are some photos of what I want to do to/with my husband…My Sir, whom I love with all my heart and who has captured my heart in every way.

Here’s also a great blog that goes into some great points about Dominant vs Domineering

http://verusconditio.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/dominance-vs-domineering/

Photos courtesy of Pinterest.