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My birthday

This past Saturday, Dec 5th, was my birthday.

After a day as a family, including lunch at a favorite Indian restaurant with special gulab jamun for dessert, I took a little rest, relaxing and watching TV. DH gave me a wonderful card (and picked out cards for each of the kids to give to me) and some wireless headphones. I got a call from my mom and from my stepmom, and a text from one of my brothers (this will be discussed on another post). A former co-worker, a friend from high school and a few online friends also sent out birthday wishes online.

Just a nice day.

DH and I decided to have our date night.

I showered first. I decided to wear my steel boned corset (which I absolutely love) with black lace thong, jeans and a cardigan. Unfortunately, I had a heck of a time with with the ties and had to have DH help me with them (where's a ladies maid when you need one? *grin*). 

We decided to go to our favorite place. It's a restaurant/pub with an Irish theme. Really nice place, great food, good drinks, reasonable prices. We were able to find seats at the bar, DH's favorite place to sit. Since we were still pretty full from lunch we just had some appetizers ~~ they do these great steak bites that are soooo flavorful and tender..... yum. DH told the bartender that it was my birthday and she treated us to a free shot each. We were there for a few hours, enjoying the food and drinks and watching sports on the TVs. Caught the end of the Texas game...

Since both DH and I had been drinking, when we were ready to head home, we called a cab.  Better to pay a few dollars for a cab then have all the legal and other stresses of a DUI (or worse).

While DH made sure the house was locked up tight, I went upstairs and undressed down to my panties. DH got himself into more comfortable clothing, and we were ready to begin.

After a few kisses and some groping, DH put the collar and cuffs on me, hands in front again. Then he blindfolded me. There is something about being pretty much at his mercy, unable to see, having my hand movements restricted. I have to trust him to maneuver me safely around the room, help me up and down, etc.

Again the throe was laid down in front of the fireplace and DH guided me over to it. Before having me get down on my knees, DH helped himself to my backside, rubbing and applying a few good spanks. Then he moved around in front of me, pushed me down to me knees and I took his cock into my mouth and began to pleasure him. I could tell from his hardness and his moans that he was very much enjoying my attentions. Then he pulled away, muttering something about 'stay there, I'll be right back.' And he was, with crop in hand. Which of course he began to apply to my ass while I continued to suck and lick him. Blows with the crop were occasionally replaced with slaps to my cheeks. Now, to be honest, I don't really care for the face slaps, and I often worry that I will react in a way that could seriously injure DH ~~ but he likes to do it...

In the middle of all this, DH growled down at me 'fantasize about whatever you want.' My mouth being rather full at the time, I couldn't respond out loud, but I couldn't possibly fantasize about anyone or anything at that time as all I was thinking about was being his completely, in whatever way he wanted me to be.

When DH was ready, he helped me up to me feet and led me to the side of the bed. It was flogging time (yay!). Tonight was ass flogging only, even though my hands were in front and my back was available. And flog he did, over and over ~~ I'm sure that just with the flogging alone we well exceeded the 43 and one to grow on called for in a birthday spanking (add in the cropping and hand spanking and we definitely did). But I wasn't counting, and if he was, it wasn't out loud.




DH is getting much better with his aim ~~ and with listening to my reactions. When a hit went awry... too high, too low, too much to the side, too much in the middle, etc.... I would utter an 'ouch' or 'ow' or 'owie' and DH would adjust his swing so as not to (hopefully) hit that area again. To be even more clear, when a flogging blow is just right, the sound I make is some sort of combination of groan/moan/exhale. DH was listening... he was learning which areas and which type of blows were good, and which weren't so good. I'm so proud of him. He really listened in the workshop when the instructor told the tops they needed to pay attention to what the bottoms were telling them ~~ he never used to listen to my suggestions or pointers.

DH continued flogging until my bottom was very red and very hot ~~ as was another area entirely *grin*. Then it was time to get up on the bed... And you know what happened next... the same thing that always happens at this point... and keeps happening while I scream in release into the bedding... and then DH reaches his release... and we collapse in a sweaty, exhausted, blissed out heap onto the bed.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

It now being very late, we did only minimal clean up before collapsing into bed. We snuggled briefly before finally drifting off to sleep.

So, I had a very nice birthday with my hubby.

The 8th was his birthday. It's up to him, but I'm hoping to get his birthday spanking this weekend :-D

Monday, Monday...

After an uneventful weekend, filled with errands and pain (not the good kind, but some chronic pain I've been suffering with), DH took the day off and we had a fun morning.

Now, it's been over two weeks now, so the details are a little fuzzy, but this is what I remember...


While he took YC to school, I jumped in the shower so I could be nice and clean for him. Then while he jumped in the shower, I relaxed and waited for him. I knew he had mentioned something about getting 'things' ready, but not being sure exactly what 'things' he wanted/what his plans were, I decided not to do anything (okay, there was maybe a wee bit of a 'bratting' thing going on, just to see what might happen).

But he came out of the shower in a good mood and the fun began. 

Turns out DH really likes using the collar and cuffs I mentioned in the last post. So they were put on me, hands in the back initially, but then he decided to have them in front. Now, we don't have a strap that goes around the waist, as in the photo on the last post, so I can move my hands around a bit, but I know that when he's put the set on me that I am not supposed to use my hands unless he tells me to. 

The throe went down in front of the fireplace, DH coated his cock with edible oil and gathering my hair in his fist, guided my mouth onto him. I licked, I sucked, I moved fast, I moved slow, I took him deep, I focused solely on the head, I lightly grated my teeth along the length of the shaft (he loves this) ~~ basically, I did everything I know he likes. And I dutifully kept my hands down and off. 


When DH had enough oral attention, he helped me rise and move over to the side of the bed. It was time for DH to practice his flogging skills. And practice he did, on my back and my bottom (this was why he cuffed my hands in front ~~ access to my back). Stingy hits and thuddy ones, over and over, one side and then the other, me never knowing where or when or how the flogger would hit. For some unknown reason, on this day, I was much more sensitive to the pain of the flogging. There were quite a few times when I wasnt sure if I could handle much more, but while I was pondering, the next strike would hit and usually it wasnt as painful as the one before... so I never asked for him to stop.


There was an odd dichotomy to the experience. In the moment, I was not consciously aroused by the flogging, and there was no sensual or erotic touch intermingled with the blows (something DH needs to work on). But I did enjoy it, the sting or thud of the blow , the pain itself, then the rush of warmth through the area just hit. There was also  satisfaction? Pleasure? Pride? I dont know the word(s) to use to describe what I was feeling as I stayed in the position I was placed in and took every blow from DH without more than a wiggle and maybe an "ouch" at a particularly painful blow.


It became clear how much I did enjoy the flogging when DH indicated it was time to move back to the throe so I could give him to some more oral attention. As I straightened up, I felt the moisture flow out of my pussy and coat my inner thighs. I know I get very wet when aroused, but there had been not even one touch to my labia, clit or cunt ~~ just me performing oral on DH and then being flogged by him.


After only a few moments of oral attention, DH maneuvered me back over the side of the bed, up on all fours, and he thrust into me. I was so wet, there was no need for lube. With only a few thrusts, I was coming, loudly. It was late morning, no kids were home, no reason to muffle my cries in pillows or bedding. I felt him pause as he oiled to my bottom, into my crease and around my back entrance. I fully expected there to be anal. And so did DH... Until he got to feeling sooooo good just doing what he was doing that he didn't want to hold back any longer. And he didnt. I could hear the change in his breathing, feel the faster thrusts and increased engorgement of his cock... Then I felt the heat of his come as it filled my pussy and I came again.


I collapsed down on the bed and he laid me beside me, just enjoying the moment as we caught our breath.


Too soon, it was time to get up and get dressed as we both had work to get to. But there is a promise of other week days spent in fun and games.


(note: for some reason, Blogger or something, wouldnt let me use apostrophes... If I can fix it, I will)

"Poly is not contagious"

Since we went to the club, quite a bit has happened. Not all of it good at the time, but we've worked through it.

DH, even though he was interested in getting a membership to the club, was concerned that joining and attending would (not might) lead us to open up our marriage. Part of this came about because I was talking to a poly couple, who while not leaving real close by, live near enough that we could meet. And I would like to meet them ~~ not because I am looking for people to have sex with, but because I would like to have some RL friends to go along with my online ones. 

So there were about 3 days of bitterness as he outlined all the things that he was absolutely sure would happen if we met poly, kinky people in real life, and I kept telling him that while it was okay for him to be concerned and that we should talk about it, I am not interested in anything but friendship and just because you meet people and enjoy their company does not mean you want to sex with them (or they with you). And as one OL friend said, "Poly is not contagious." It took him 3 days to work this all out in his mind; days where he wasn't not always nice and calm as he dwelled on his worries (blowing them all out of proportion as far as I was concerned); days full of angry, bitter, hurtful text messages, including one where he called me a not nice name which I received right as I pulled into work. Well, I dissolved in tears, texted him back, then we spoke on the phone. There was no way I was going to be able to work, so I called my boss from the parking lot, fighting back tears, and left him a message about it being a bad day and I just was not going to be able to work and was heading back home (apparently worrying them all horribly, which was so not my intention).

I got back home and crawled into bed. Along with all the emotional anguish, I could now clearly feel the build up of a migraine. And then DH called, again. But this time, he acknowledged his over reaction, that he was painting things with a certainty that was not certain ~~ that things would happen, that things would go wrong, that we and our marriage were doomed... That while there were possible risks, there was no guarantee that any of the situations he was imagining would actually happen, and as long as when we start feeling worried about things we talk about them (calmly), we would be okay. All this, along with my repeated assurances that I am not looking for anyone else (no matter how much I may fantasize about multiple partners...), straightened everything out.

After a short rest, I was horny... and the sexting began:

me: Any chance you could come home for a quick fuck before the kids get home?
DH: I love too but I was out yesterday and today I came late, took 1 hr lunch. How about tonight? Next week on Wednesday practice flogging when kids are school, I take half day off
DH: Now I am aroused
me: Can I take care of myself then?
       Tonight should work.
       Kids don't have school Wednesday plus MC gets his braces
me: I have my hitachi on my clit and a curved glass toy inside...
DH: Yes go for it.
DH: Now this is not fair teasing
me: Just want to keep your mind focused. You'll be raring to go tonight :)


There was a little more, but nothing racy...


DH came home, there was dinner, housework, getting the kids into bed...


Finally, our time.


First we showered so we would be nice and clean for each other. Then started to set items out. A while ago I bought an inexpensive collar and cuff set, with a strap running down from the collar that the cuffs attached to (found a pic online ~ that is not me). DH got out the flogger, the crop, a paddle, flavored edible oils, I got out the collar/cuffs and the chocolate mint oil...  DH grinned out the sight of the collar/cuffs and put them on me ~~ he especially likes my hands behind my back when I go down on him. 

He stood in front of the fireplace and coated his cock with chocolate mint edible oil while I carefully knelt. I sucked, and licked, and pleasured him in the way he so enjoys. Even, slowly and carefully, taking him deep into my mouth, almost into my throat, at times (this is hard for me as I have a very sensitive gag reflex). Looking up at him, I throatily stated how much I loved his chocolate mint cock. I felt him twitch at my words.


Then, when he'd had enough, he moved to the bed, telling me to stand and come to him. I did, and he had me bend over the edge while he alternately caressed and spanked me. He applied oil and rubbed up against my ass, slipping slightly into me with his rubbing thrusts. Finally, he helped me up onto the bed and with one hard thrust, filled my hungry cunt with his cock. It didn't take long 'til we were both moaning and coming.


I was ready to collapse on the bed, but he wasn't done with me yet. He picked up the flogger and went to work on my ass. Because of the collar and cuffs (my hands were still behind my back) he couldn't flog my back, so he focused on perfecting him aim on my ass. I stood there, bent over the side of the bed, his come and my juices running down my legs as he flogged me ~~ over and over again the lashes hit, sometimes stinging, sometimes thudding... It was incredible. I felt so warm, so ... content to be right where I was, at his mercy as he practiced and practiced...


Ahhh, just remembering now as I write this makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Okay, aroused and tingly too.


Once he finished, he removed the collar and cuffs, we cleaned up, then snuggled in bed as we waited for sleep to overtake us.


I slept very well, and went to work the next morning with a smile on my face and happy songs running through my head.

Being Flogged

Flogging ~~ while this can evoke images of shipboard or slave punishment, the ubiquitous cat o' nine tails, strips of flesh removed from the back... I've been more interested in the erotic possibilities.

So, awhile ago, I went on line and purchased a basic leather flogger, not real expensive but not a cheap imitation either. And it's a beautiful blue...

But I couldn't get DH to use it on me, even though I set it out, more than once. I think now that it was because he didn't really know what it was or how to properly use it.

Well.... he knows how now  


I touched on this in my previous post, how DH thought the only reason to go to a club was to play (cheat) with other people. But we talked, I showed him information about the club, brought up that there was this workshop on flogging coming up... And he told me to go ahead and RSVP for it.  So, before either of us could chicken out, I sent in the RSVP.


And even though nervous butterflies started flitting around on Friday and DH complained about being tired on Saturday, off we went. Now, my nerves were more because I'm an extreme introvert who finds any unfamiliar social situation to be incredibly difficult, not because I was afraid we were heading into a horrible situation. DH's discomfort was because he was uncertain of what we were potentially getting into.


We arrived too late for the tour (someone thought it would take only a half hour to get there, while I thought an hour+ ~~ guess who was right). So too late for the tour, we just had a few minutes to get some water, glance in the various rooms, then head in for the workshop.


The presenters were a Master and slave who have been in the lifestyle for many years, and he in particular has been doing flogging workshops for years.  They immediately put everyone at ease with their humor and casualness ~~ even DH (who initially had continued to comment on how uncomfortable he was). Although DH had to put a spin on it as he noted to me that the presenter bore a physical and vocal resemblance to my father... A little weird, but I was able to get past it...


After about a half an hour spent talking about flogging in general and passing out about 3 dozen different floggers for everyone to check out, we paired up and prepared to practice the first technique. I don't know what it is actually called, but I'll call it the Archer. The flogger stands as though they are aiming a bow and arrow, pulling the lashes taut and then releasing. 

I started by just removing my shirt and bra ~~ it was mentioned that the flogger hitting the bra could cause bruising and I didn't want that. I hadn't know that undressing would be a possibility and I made extra sure DH was okay with it before I removed any clothing. It was interesting to look around and see all the variations. Some people did not remove any clothing, most men if they were going to be flogged removed only their shirts, some women removed shirts but left bras on, others stripped top only, while others left panties on, and some undressed completely. You need to understand that I am very uncomfortable with my body, being overweight and out of shape; I don't like to see myself in a mirror, in pictures or in video. But it felt perfectly naturally there, not only to strip down, but to stand there with almost no clothes on and chat with the people, male and female, who were near us.


Anyway, back to the flogging itself. DH really took to this, practicing a lot on my back. And this was a chance for me to be vocal and guiding as I let him know if his aim was too high, too low, too much to the center, too far to the edge, etc. The stance and the way you hold your elbow is critical to getting the aim just right. One of the presenters came round to  help each pairing with their technique. 


After making sure everybody got a chance with a presenter, it was back to the main room to learn another technique. This one calls for the flogger to face the floggee straight on, flip the flogger over their back, point the elbow towards the floggee, and swing the flogger over and down onto the floggee. 


Back to our spot, where this time not only were shirt and bra off, but pants were removed as well (I did, for some reason, balk at removing my panties, even though DH suggested it). And DH flogged me some more, back and bottom, but mostly back.


There is a marked difference in the feel of the two techniques. The first is very sting-y, as it is mainly the tips of the lashes that are connecting with the skin, while the second is much more of a deep thud because it is more the length of the lashes that impact. I like the 2nd better ~~ that deep thud sinks in and becomes a spreading warmth that moves out beyond the impact area. Ooooohhhh, it felt so good. I was really sinking into it, enjoying it so much ~~ the young gentleman next to me asked if I was okay, as I just stood there taking blow after blow. Done just right, wow... What an incredible sensation.


I have to add that DH did let me try it on him ~~ once *wicked grin*. He yelped and that was the end of that. But that's okay as I can't ever see myself topping him.


Unfortunately, there wasn't time to learn any other techniques, but we're happy with what we did learn. We talked about it continuously through the rest of the evening ~~ the drive home, while eating out, before and after the movie, later in bed...  My back stayed warm and tingly for hours after.


The next day, my back did get stiff and sore, but marking was minimal ~~ mostly these odd little round spots here and there.


DH ultimately had such a good time, not just with the flogging but also seeing all the undressed women and watching the different couples interact, and seeing all the equipment there, that we are probably going to get a membership. I don't know how often we'd go ~~ maybe just once a month as it is a pretty good drive to get there ~~ but it's a great chance to observe and learn new things to try, in the club or at home (mostly at home, I think).

Catching up on things

Love Our Lurkers Day revisited ~~
As usual, life just took over and I've neglected to get on here and thank all the lovely people who took the time to comment and email on LOL Day (agh, almost a month ago? I think someone (me) needs to be punished )

So, here's a special big to:

• Ian 
• The Pink Poppet 
• Grace 
• Todd & Suzy 
• Hermione 
• Recidavist 
• Bonnie 
• Padme 
• Dragonmage 
• Jay Walker 
• Dave the Rave
• Prefectdt  
• Anonymous

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know I say I write primarily for my own sake, but it gives me the warm fuzzies to know that others like to come here and read what I write.

And, I did try, a few days late, to get out there and delurk myself. I made it to a few blogs, but if you read here and you know I read your blog (I do sometimes leave comments) and I didn't pop by for LOL day... . I tried, I really did, but it just got a little overwhelming. There are so many wonderful blogs out there, and I have more on my reader than are even over on my blogroll (obviously updates are needed) and unfortunately I just couldn't make it to everyone. 

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What I've ordered ~~

 

Went online and searched some manufacturers and various retail sites. Ultimately, I placed an order on Liberator.com . I knew for certain that I wanted a Fascinator Throe, and I found that not only do they sell their own Liberator products but items from several other manufacturers as well (Lelo, Tantus, nJoy, to name a few). And I love one-stop shopping. 

 

So along with a blue microfiber throe (because 'things' can and do get messy when we play), I ordered a medium nJoy Pure Plug, Lelo Luna Beads, a deep rose Lelo Gigi, a green Naughtibod, and Kama Sutra Love Liquid lube. And free with my order, I'm getting a Love Artist kit (I have no idea what this consists of as I didn't check out the details). With all the research I did (umm, all the sites I looked at), the prices on Liberator.com do seem comparable with other sites, and most of their items were advertised as being on sale. Once I get my new toys, and find the time to try them out, by myself and hopefully with hubby's help, I'll try to get on here and let you know what I think.

 

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Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009 ~~

 

Not sure how it happened... But I ended up on this year's list! Head on over to Between My Sheets and check it out. I'm way down at #86, but I'm on there. I want to take this chance to thank Rori, all her helpers, and anyone who nominated me. I'm incredibly honored and flattered by the recognition. 

Now, if I can just live up to this...

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Sit down, hold on to your hats ~~

 

DH and I are going to check out a BDSM club. 

 

I heard all those gasps . I'm surprised too.

 

We live in a far suburb of a big city. So the club isn't in our town, but in the big city.  Monthly they hold a social for people who are not members but are curious and they frequently hold classes as well. So we're planning on the social and a class on flogging. We have no plans on joining the club, and we may find ourselves too uncomfortable to complete the tour or the class. But we're going to try. 

 

This big adventure came about because of an email I sent a friend (a whiny, complaining email) that DH managed to get a hold of, plus her response. (It was some weird thing with his first gen iPhone picking up all my email accts and allowing him access to them. He's since changed to the 2nd gen iPhone and the problem seems to be gone.) 

 

So, we talked a lot. 

 

One of the things I had mentioned in my email was that because we live near a big city, there are all sorts of resources for exploring, understanding, taking classes, etc. But he apparently wasn't willing or interested in checking things out. Well, turns out, he thought my interest was to meet other people, perhaps to play (or more) with. Do you have any idea how many times I've told him I am not interested in that. Yes, we've talked about an open marriage, but he's not comfortable with that, and so it stays on my fantasy list. And, as I keep telling him, that is perfectly fine with me. I will follow his lead. It's what I do, good little subbie that I am (sometimes ).

I just want us to take what opportunities we can to learn about what we like and dislike and how to do things PROPERLY (DH has a tendency to make what is supposed to be an erotic spanking feel more like a discipline spanking ~~ and he won't take pointers from me). There's only so much you can learn from books, the Internet, and porn. At least that's true for me ~~ I like up close, in person, hands on learning experiences. 

 

 

So, maybe I'll have some new and interesting things to share here in the near future.