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| The Other Side of Me.... |
| 05.29.08 (6:16 pm) [edit] |
No, not my Husband, lol, but the woman who very quickly became almost like a sister to me. I am very blessed to count her as one of my best friends. We joke around that we are going to start a club, We Love Our Husbands, since very few people wo know actually like their husbands, lol. Anyway, our husbands joked that we shared a brain, still not sure if they were making fun of us or if they were merely saying that we were basically the same person in many ways (we both like the think it was the latter, but I have a feeling, knowing the men we both married, it was the former, lol). Anyway, I had a moment while reading a book the other day that just made me laugh and think of her.I had a "When the hell was Amber ever at Ft Bragg" moment the other day. (Amber is not my friend I mentioned, but a former "friend" [and using that word is being very generous with her] who almost destroyed our friendship) Anyway, back to my story, lol. I was reading the book Army Wives (yup, the book the tv series was based on) and towards the end there is a passage about a Jody Bar near Ft Bragg, and the author writes "I have even seen a woman, visibly pregnant, smoking a ciggerette, with a beer in her hand, swaying her hips on the dance floor." LoL, only Adrienne would get the inside joke, but I just had to write it, lol.... TTYL *g* ~Missy~ |
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| Little Jonny ..... |
| 05.23.08 (8:01 pm) [edit] |
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Not mine, stolen from a friend, but funny, lol A teacher in Elmira , New York , who is an Obama supporter, asked her 4th grade class,' How many of you are Obama fans?' Not really knowing what an Obama fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raised their hands, except for Little Johnny. The teacher asked Little Johnny why he has decided to be different? Little Johnny said, 'Because I'm not an Obama fan.' The teacher asked, 'Why aren't you an Obama fan?' Johnny said, 'Because I'm a Republican.' The teacher asked him why he's a Republican. Little Johnny answered, 'Well, my Mom's a Republican and my Dad's a Republican, so I'm a Republican.' Annoyed by this answer, the teacher asked, 'If your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot, what would that make you?' With a big smile, Little Johnny replied, 'That would make me an Obama fan.' |
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| Communication is key... |
| 05.23.08 (9:24 am) [edit] |
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The question I am asked most often by my vanilla friends is what do I feel is the most important aspect of my D/s relationship, what I feel makes it work. I always give the same answer, aside from love, communication, and they are surprised, because it is what they consider a vanilla answer. What can you have without communication? Nothing. Trust, respect, honor, friendship, stability, both emotional and financial, health, etc... are all impossible without some communication. There really are alot of similarities between my relationship and a vanilla one, but people don't look at it as such, and therefore are quite surprised at the inner workings of our marriage. In some ways, yes, my lifestyle needs more communication then others. Being in a D/s relationship, one needs to show extreme trust in your partner, and trust is impossible without communication. One of the main tennents of the SM community is Safe, Sane and Consensual. It is impossible to protect yourself by making sure all three of these are being observed without communication. My husband tells me everything that is on His mind, every thought He has, every feeling, every time He is turned on, every time He is in pain, every time He is happy, sad, pissed, bored, I know it. I can't say this is because of the D/s relationship, or if it is because He and I are just so close that we can read one another, but the successful relationships of the people I personally know all share this closeness. Because of the trust and open communication we have built up during our marriage, the open-ness we share about everything, I trust Him with my life and my heart. Over the years, He has learned my mind and heart so well, that, now, He knows my limits without me even saying them. He knows when I have had too much, He knows when I have not had enough. The trust we have built up during our marriage allows me to know He would never bring a lot lizard into His truck, and I don't even have to ask. The thought has never even crossed my mind that He would partake in the company of one. He knows I would never invite another man into our home while He was not here. Because of how close we are, He knows, without even asking, that I would never invite a woman into our home behind His back to fool around. He knows that I would tell him when I am at one of my limits if He does not know it. He trusts me with his heart, just as I trust Him with mine. A D/s relationship almost forces you to have excellent communication. When you are involved in any kind of kink or fetish, you need to feel that you are able to tell your partner exactly how you feel, exactly what you want, when you have had enough, when you have had too much, or, with some aspects of fetish and SM, you can be left with perminant scars or worse. One has to be extremely careful when engaging in SM with a partner, especially if either partner is not experienced, you need to learn the life together, and if one partner is more experienced, he/she needs to teach the other how to be safe. Without the communication my husband and I have, breath play would be very dangerous, as could be exploring different fetishes. Without communication, it is impossible for a D/s relationship to develop the trust that is imperative to have in an SM relationship, it is impossible to express limits, pleasure, pain, discomfort, etc... So, the short answer to the question of what I feel is they key to a successful D/s relationship, or any relationship in general, aside from love, is communication. Without that, you have nothing, without that, it is impossible to, as always.... Remain Safe, Sane and Consensual, *g* ~Missy |
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| Well, he is back to work... (Slight A/C) |
| 05.19.08 (8:29 am) [edit] |
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Well, DH went back to work this morning.... we had a good weekend though... did some yard work, doused our son with the hose (next time Daddy comes home, though, JJ will be well armed, since I think I'm gonna get him a super soaker this week, lol... bwhahahaha)....gave the dogs a bath... got some stuff done in game, lol... And on Saturday night, I don't know how anyone slept through what was going on, lol... for the first time, he really explored my foot fetish, lol, and was amazed by how much it turned me on, lol... and, he has become a new oral addict, lol... in the past when he would go down town, so to speak, it felt like it was a chore to him, like i was some how making him do it, possibly because he gets so much head, he feels like he has to give some occasionally, ya know? well... saturday night, he offered, and i took him up on it... and let me tell you.... he went to town down town, lol... he has never given oral with such ferver before, lol... honestly, best head i have gotten from ANYONE EVER, lol... Well, I just had to get that out, lol..... Remain Safe, Sane, and Consensual, *g* ~Missy~ |
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| Of course they get away with it..... |
| 05.19.08 (7:50 am) [edit] |
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Just need to vent here.... In case no one guessed it, the fleet manager and company i mentioned in my last post that unofficially told a driver to do something illegal was my husband's company.... Basically, they told him that once he dropped the load he was hauling at the terminal, he could bobtail home for his home time... only one problem, he was out of hours, so he had to stay the night at the terminal, 100 miles away, and leave on saturday morning.... the weekend fleet manager was under the impression that he went home on friday night, as was his regular fleet manager... but my husband, being the responsible, law abiding citizen he is, decided that instead of breaking the law, stayed at the terminal that night.... so, instead of the 48 hours home the company promises, he only got 40. Yes I am complaining about 8 hours. You would too if you only saw your husband for 2 days every 2 weeks.... out of his last 3 home times, he has been screwed twice... first time was when he picked up the new truck, he wound up working 24 hours during that time, and did not get his 34 hour restart, and then this time where he did not have 2 full days off.... and he was pre planned for a load of alchohol to NJ, so when he gets back to the terminal, he has to get a permit faxed to him there to be able to transport booze through NJ..... @@.....
They still have not fixed his power window, so that is still open, and his qualcom is still busted, one power surge and the entire QC will be dead.... and he needs to get a tire fixed when he gets to the terminal, if they will even fix it, since it isnt blown..... grrrrrrrrrr............
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| Some things I have noticed... |
| 05.16.08 (8:57 am) [edit] |
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I feel as if my mind has been wandering on overdrive lately, lol.... A number of things have come to my attention lately that make you think, or make me sick, or make me just want to scream.... you know those little things that drive you nuts, things like that.....
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| Oral Sex is Not Safe Sex |
| 05.15.08 (10:03 am) [edit] |
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(Copied this from an article I recieved in an email.... please think about what this article says before you act....) Oral Sex Isn't Safe Sex By Elizabeth Boskey, Ph.D., M.P.H., C.H.E.S. No matter what former president William Jefferson Clinton might like you to believe, for any meaningful definition of the word, oral sex is still sex. It may not be able to get you pregnant, but it can both get you off and get you a sexually transmitted disease. A lot of people think of oral sex as the safe alternative to anal sex or intercourse. Although it is undeniably a safer option, it is far from being a risk free activity. Oral sex is capable of transmitting most common sexually transmitted diseases. In general, the partner who is performing the oral sex is at greater risk, particularly if they are performing oral sex on a man, but neither partner is completely safe. Different sexually transmitted diseases have different relative risks for transmission during oral sex. As you may remember from national news coverage several years ago, there has been a large up turn in the number of throat infections caused by gonorrhea, which was initially noticed in teenagers. Gonorrhea causes a throat infection that is relatively difficult to eradicate, at least in comparison to genital infection with the same bacteria, and recently antibiotic resistant cases have been on the rise. Gonorrhea is far more easily transmitted during fellatio, oral sex on a man, than it is during cunnilingus, oral sex on a woman, because the site of infection in women, the cervix, is not easily accessible during oral sex. Chlamydia, an infection that behaves in an analogous way to gonorrhea, has a similar risk of transmission during oral sex. Oral sex is a relatively low risk activity for passing on HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, but it is by no means safe. The risk is primarily for the person who is performing the oral sex, since unless they have a lot of blood in their mouth they are unlikely to expose their partner to significant amounts of HIV. Risk of transmission is increased for people with cuts or open sores in their mouth, if the person who oral sex is being performed on comes in their mouth, or if person receiving oral sex has other sexually transmitted diseases. Concurrent infection with other sexually transmitted diseases often increases the amount of virus present in both semen and vaginal secretions. HPV, the virus that causes cervical cancer, has been in the news a lot lately. Not only because of controversies over the HPV vaccine but because of other cancers that the virus is associated with. Recent news reports have linked HPV acquired through unprotected oral sex with throat and oral cancers. It seems to be a major cause of these cancers in individuals who do not smoke. Herpes is also easy to transmit via oral sex. Although HSV-1 is normally associated with cold sores and HSV-2 is normally associated with genital herpes, either virus can actually infect at either site. Even when a person has no symptoms, they can still transmit the herpes virus. In fact, the vast majority of herpes transmissions occur when no symptoms are present. This is why the viruses are so common. More than half of all Americans are infected with HSV-1, and 20-25% are infected with HSV-2. Therefore, a person with cold sores can pass on an HSV-1 infection to their partner's genitals, and a person with genital herpes can pass on an HSV-2 infection to their partner's mouth. Syphilis has been in the news a lot lately, since it has been on the rise across the United States. Some scientists think that a large proportion of the increase in syphilis cases may actually be due to transmission during oral sex. Many people do not realize that oral sex is a risk factor for syphilis, and therefore do not worry about being safe. Since syphilis can only be passed on when symptoms are present, you would think there wouldn't much risk of passing it on during oral sex, but the small painless sores are very easy to miss. Rimming, or oral-anal sex, has its own particular risks. Specifically, it can put individuals at risk of acquiring hepatitis A, which is not normally considered to be a sexually transmitted disease but spreads by the fecal oral route. Data is lacking as to whether hepatitis B, which is more often thought of as the sexually transmitted type of hepatitis, can be spread this way, but it's probably better to be safe than sorry. Fortunately, there are safe and effective vaccines for both hepatitis A and hepatitis B, which all adults should consider getting if they have not already been vaccinated. There is good news, however, for people who enjoy either performing or receiving oral sex. It is possible to make it safer. Using a condom when performing oral sex on a man will greatly reduce the risk of transmission of most sexually transmitted diseases, although not all of them since some can be transmitted by contact with infected skin that may not be covered by the latex barrier. When performing oral sex on a woman, or oral-anal sex, using a latex dental dam can reduce your risk. Dental dams can be purchased at many stores, but you can also make them by cutting the tip off of a condom and then cutting it down one side to make a latex rectangle. It may also be possible to use plastic wrap to reduce the risk of sexually transmitted disease transmission, but there is no peer-reviewed data on its effectiveness. Still, it is a technique recommended by many safer-sex educators and, even if it is not as good as a latex dam, plastic wrap is certainly a better barrier than nothing. Condoms and dental dams are most effective at preventing the spread of diseases, such as HIV, gonorrhea, and chlamydia that are transmitted through infected fluids. Sexually transmitted diseases that are passed from skin to skin, such as HPV, herpes, and syphilis, are more difficult to protect against. However, consistent use of latex barriers during oral sex will greatly reduce your risk of acquiring even them. Sources: "Can I get HIV from oral sex? from the CDC. Accessed 2/15/07. Edwards S. and Carne C."Oral sex and the transmission of viral STIs" Sex. Transm. Inf. 1998;74;6-10. Edwards S. and Carne C."Oral sex and the transmission of non - viral STIs" Sex. Transm. Inf. 1998;74;95-100. Kent C.K. et al. "Prevalence of Rectal, Urethral, and Pharyngeal Chlamydia and Gonorrhea Detected in 2 Clinical Settings among Men Who Have Sex with Men: San Francisco, California, 2003" Clin. Infect. Dis. 2005; 41:67–74. Kreimer A.R. et al. "Oral Human Papillomavirus Infection in Adults Is Associated with Sexual Behavior and HIV Serostatus" J. Infect. Dis. 2004;189:686–98. Lafferty, W.E. et al. "Herpes Simplex Virus Type 1 as a Cause of Genital Herpes: Impact on Surveillance and Prevention" J. Infect. Dis. 2000; 181:1454–7 Papp J.R. et al. "The use and performance of oral–throat rinses to detect pharyngeal Neisseria gonorrhoeae and Chlamydia trachomatis infections" Diag. Micro. Infect. Dis 2007; 59:259–264. Petermana T.A. and Furnessa, B.W. "The resurgence of syphilis among men who have sex with men" Curr Opin Infect Dis 20:54–59. "Transmission of Primary and Secondary Syphilis by Oral Sex --- Chicago, Illinois, 1998-2002" MMWR 53(41):966-968 Accessed 2/17/07. Xu, F. et al. (2006) "Trends in Herpes Simplex Virus Type 1 and Type 2 Seroprevalence in the United States" JAMA, 296:964-973 |
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| JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS..... |
| 05.14.08 (2:26 pm) [edit] |
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This is the last time I will be defending my way of life here. If you are not comfortable reading about my lifestyle, then the X in the upper right corner will close the blog for ya. I entered this life of my own free will. I am an equal partner in my marriage and relationship. I am NOT treated as an animal or a dog or whatever else you want to compare being given a collar by a sexual dominate to. For those of you who think it is against any and all modern religions to be a sexual submissive to my husband, read the old testament again, it is rife with references to women submitting to their husbands' wills. As long as we stay safe, sane and consensual, then our lifestyle should not be judged by anyone. I am open about it, and I will answer any questions that are asked with respect, just as I would approach any questions about Vanilla relationships with respect. My husband has NEVER crossed the line, and never will. My safety and enjoyment are first and foremost in his mind and his heart. To assume that just because I participate in BDSM, I am therefore Wiccan is completely absurd, and to assume that all those who practice Wicca are BDSM lifestylers is equally absurd. So, in short, to assume before you ask questions is completely absurd and assinine. You not only offend me, my husband, my friends, and any one else who, as consenting adults, safely participates in alternative lifestyles, but also show exactly how closed minded you really are. "Now, I have said my peace, I fully expect the negative comments, and will gladly reply to any questions or comments, provided they are written intelligently and constructively. I will not, however, answer any comments or questions that are asked or written in a disrespectful manner or a demanding manner. There is only one Dom in my life, and I am quite happy with him and am quite honored to be His submissive and His wife, to be protected, loved, honored, and cherished by him. Remember, always stay safe, sane and consentual. *g* Missy |
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| That tingly feeling |
| 05.14.08 (10:54 am) [edit] |
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Every time I see Him, every time I talk to Him, every time I think about Him, I get that funny feeling in my tummy. The butterflies are still there! lol.... Ever since the first time I saw Him, they have been there. I hope they are still there in 20, 30, 40 years! When I think of the night He asked me to marry Him, I remember the happiness I felt at teh question. When I think of the night He slipped His collar around my neck, the happiness is there, when I think about every night we have together, the happiness and butterflies are there. Every time He is home and slips a collar around my neck, I am thrilled. The excitement and the thoughts of what is to come during His time home turns me on. Even if He tells me to put the collar on while we are on the phone, I know somethign is going to happen. I usually wear one of the necklaces He has gotten me over the years as an every day collar, but when He slips the real thing on, or tells me to put on the real thing over the phone, my heart leaps. I love Him so much, lol... Just a little ramble, lol. He sent me flowers today for no reason at all, lol, so I am in a very good mood, and I love my husband so so so much, lol! *g* ~`~Missy ~`~ |
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| The Storm |
| 05.14.08 (9:36 am) [edit] |
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WARNING.... ADULT CONTENT.... WARNING..... If you are easily offended (hell, even if it takes quite a bit to offend you) you may want to stop reading now.... If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading now.... This is (c) to me, and the finished, edited version of this story... Enjoy all who may still be reading! Constructive feedback is always welcome!!! "The Storm" (c) MidnightSun As the thunder crashed once more causing the windows to rattle, I closed the bedroom door after checking on the four-year-old to make sure he was still sleeping. Nights like this, I am thankful he is a heavy sleeper, just like his father. I swiftly walk the short hallway, my canvas junior high cheerleader style sneakers barely making noise on the polished hardwood floor. I snuggle deeper into my oversized white sweater that brushed my jeans at mid-thigh, trying to warm myself against the chill of the storm. As I set a kettle of water on the stove for a cup of tea, a flash of lightning causes the lights to flicker. I decide to abandon the idea of tea. I turned to the fridge, my back to the window in the living room, when the next round of thunder caused the house to rattle. The noise from the thunder, combined with the house rattling from the force of it, masked the sound as the window opened. I did not realize someone was opening the window, reaching in to unlock the door, and slipping inside until it was too late. Before I knew what was going on, before I even realized there was a man in the house, a blindfold had been placed over my eyes and a balled up cloth had been roughly shoved into my mouth. When I realized what was going on, I struggled and tried to fight off the hands that were wrenching my arms behind my back. When he went to tie my hands behind me, I caught the slight scent of Irish Spring soap mixed with the mild smell of Aqua Velva and stale cigarette smoke. "Do as I say and no one gets hurt," came the order from behind me, close to my ear. He jerked my head back with a yank of my hair and pulled me into what I guessed was the living room from the distance he directed me. He threw me down to the floor so he could tie my legs together, my cheek hitting the carpet, confirming my guess that I was in the living room now, the only room with carpet. With a knee in the small of my back, he untied my arms just long enough to remove my sweater, revealing a plain white cotton bra. He took care to retie my hands behind my back. He picked me up as though I was a sack of flour and tossed me onto my back on the near by couch. As I struggled against him, his hand covered my breast and groped hard enough to leave a bruise. While pinching one nipple through the material of my bra, he again took my hair in his other fist and pressed his full weight on top of me. "Scream and you will regret it," came the whispered command from the raspy voice which was obviously affected by the two-packs-a-day. He removed the gag, and before I could form any voice to protest, his mouth crushed mine. My lips closed tight in protest and he put his hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to restrict my breathing, forcing my mouth to open slightly in an attempt to gasp a breath. As soon as my lips parted in a desperate attempt to get a breath, his tongue plunged into my mouth and his hand left my throat to continue groping my breasts. In an act of defiance, I bit down on his tongue. Suddenly, I felt his hand leave my hair and come crashing down across my cheek, his left hand continued to maul my breasts, but in a harsher manner now, a way to make me regret biting him. I was startled when I felt the cold steel edge of his ever-present pocket knife he keeps in the right hip pocket of his jeans. He slipped the blade under the material that joins the cups of my bra in the middle and cut through it. I gasp as he, still holding the knife between my breasts, as if threatening me with it, unzips his jeans and shoves his entire length into my mouth. "Repeat that little stunt and you will wish all you get is the back of my hand," comes the grumbled warning. I start to gag from the sheer sudden length of his cock. It was more from the lack of warning before he invaded the back of my throat that caused the gagging reflex then anything else. As soon as he felt the first motion of my throat closing to him, however unintentional it was, he brought his hand down hard against my already bruised and sore breasts. As he is standing there, forcing himself into my throat over and over, he uses the knife to cut my belt, and then pulls the snap of my jeans open, breaking the zipper in his attempt to open it. He removes himself from my mouth and replaces the balled up cloth gag. I try to struggle to free myself from him, but another slap to the face causes me to be still. He out weighs me by a considerable amount and uses this to his advantage in restricting my ability to move as he unties my legs and quickly removes my shoes, socks and pants. He retied my ankles and picked me up over his shoulder. As he made his way to the chair across the room, he landed several slaps to my now almost bare ass. When he got to the chair, he threw me into it with enough force to cause it to slide back several inches. Despite my struggles, I could not prevent him from forcing my legs open and binding my legs to the chair, forced open, my ankles tied to the bottoms of the chair legs, my knees forced wide open, tied over the arms of the chair, my arms tied to the horizontal slats on the back, still behind my back. I hear a muffle, as if his breathing had been altered or masked. He comes close to my ear again, but this time I can't feel his breathing. With one hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat to him, and the other around my throat, he grumbles into my ear, "Now, I want you to see what I'm about to do to you. I want you to see my cock as it enters you." With that he removes the blindfold and I discover why I could not feel his breath as he leaned in to speak to me. The muffling sound I heard was him putting on a knit ski mask to obscure his face from me. Again, the pocket knife is brandished. He runs the back side of it from the gully between my breasts, as if daring me to move, down past my belly button, to the waste band of my plain white cotton panties. The hand not holding the knife is holding my hair still, forcing my vision to follow the knife's slow, maniacal path down my body. My vision is cloudy from the tears that were now flowing freely. "You want this, and you know it, so knock off the crying," he says from between my legs. When the tears continue to flow, his hand comes crashing down on my most private lips. I cry out from under the gag from the sting of the slap and he lands another one to the same spot, laughing at my reaction to the stinging pain. He uses the knife to cut away my panties, giving himself direct access to what he wants. As he slapped my swollen lips and clit again, he leaned in and grumbled in my ear, "See, I told you that this was what you knew you wanted, isn't it? Watch as I fuck you; watch as my cock fucks your little whore pussy." No matter how much I try to shake my head in protest, he holds it steady and I curse my femininity for betraying me and lubricating. He pauses as he notices I am not looking. The back of his hand comes crashing against my cheek. As soon as the force of the slap causes me to open my eyes once again, he slams himself all the way into my wetness. "Admit it, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" His question is answered with silence. He yanks my hair harder. He slams into me harder. "Yeah, this is what little cock tease wanted all along. You don't need to admit it, the proof is right here." A muffled reply comes from behind the gag. With a bite to my sore nipple, he yanks the cloth from my mouth. "What was that, you little whore? Look at you, can't even lie to me, you know you wanted this all along, you are such a whore, you're about to cum." "Drop dead," I reply through clenched teeth. If I can't get away from him, I can at least refuse him the satisfaction of being able to stick his tongue in my mouth. With that response, he pulled himself out and quickly slapped my swollen private lips twice, hard enough to make me whimper. I snuck a peek at his expression, what I could see of it from the holes in the mask, and his eyes told me that he knew. He knew from the whimper that my resolve was quickly fading away. He slammed himself back into me and, using a hand on my breast for leverage, put his other hand around my throat again, applying just enough pressure. As my head began swimming from the danger of the situation mixed with his hand slowly restricting my windpipe, he repeated his question. "Admit it, bitch, this is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" He took his hand from my throat and held my chin firmly in place as he tried again to kiss me. "Admit it as you clench my cock with your pussy while you cum. You wanted this all along. Little whore." I refused to answer him. The most he would get from me was a "Drop dead," from clenched teeth which annoyed him even more. Every time he heard the reply he would answer back with a slap to one body part or another, breast, cheek, ass, clit, or lips. "You're gonna cum," he would chuckle in a sing song manner at me, as if laughing at me while taunting me. "Drop dead!" "We will see about that after you cum. You know you want to." He chuckled, still taunting me. I curse my womanly reaction to the cock that was violating me. His hand comes down hard on my cheek, the slapping sound from it filling the room, echoed by the thunder outside. "We shall see, whore." He pulls my hair, forcing my head back and exposing the tender flesh of my throat to him. I am completely open and vulnerable to him now, my arms and legs still tied to the chair, impossible to struggle out of the bonds, naked save for the ropes he used to bind me in this compromising position, one of his hands fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, the other at my collar bone, ready to apply pressure if I made one false move, his shaft invading my most private of regions over and over again, the knife glinting as the lightning outside lit up the dim room. He slams deeper into me again, pulling my head back even further, moving his hand from my collar bone to my breast, again grabbing as hard as he can, trying to kiss me once more. "Open your mouth," comes the command, which I ignore. Since it is impossible to fight the end result that I feel building deep within me, and struggling against him is both impossible and pointless, my best recourse is to ignore him, maybe he will grow bored and move on to someone else, fearful for my safety. I feel him pinch and twist the nipple of the breast he was grabbing. "What the hell, whore?" he grits out. "Open your damn mouth. You are such a little cock tease. Can't even stop it during this, can you? Open your eyes and look at me while you are clenching my cock." Of course, I do anything but look at him. He pulls out again and slaps my swollen, slick lips even harder. I hear him ask again from between my legs "Are you still going to deny that you are going to cum? That this is what you wanted all along? That while you were busy teasing everyone that you really wanted me to fuck you?" "Drop dead," was all I could muster while trying to hold back the orgasm I felt building up in me. He chuckled and slapped me again. After three more stinging slaps, he reentered me and used the fingers that were now moistened from the punishment to pry my mouth open. "Clean them off or I'll make you gag on them, bitch." Playing along with his demand for a moment, I only give slight resistance to his fingers as they open my mouth, prying my teeth apart. When his fingers are in my mouth enough for him to consider them cleaned off, I start to close my teeth with his fingers still between my jaws. When he feels this, he shoves them in far enough to make me gag slightly on them. "You are going to pay for that." He again lands the back of his hand across my sore breasts, one slap to each. "Now, you know you are going to cum, bitch, no use fighting it, so just do it. I can feel you already starting to clamp my cock with your pussy. Admit it, you really want to cum, don't you, whore?" I shake my head in as much denial as his grip will let me. He knows I am lying, I know I am lying. "Yes, you do. Admit it. This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" He pulls my ear to stop me from shaking my head no, he wants a response, and he wants one now. "No!" "Bull shit! I just felt you tighten. You are about to cum and you and I both know it, bitch, but, you are an obstinate little girl, denying what we both know." I ignored him and refused to let myself reach orgasm. He got annoyed again and untied and rebound my legs to the back legs of the chair instead of the front and climbed onto the chair in front of me, pulling my head back as far as my neck would allow. He put the tip of his shaft against my lips. When I didn't open my mouth for him, he grabbed my hair with one hand and reached down to slap my stinging and spread lips, catching my clit with his fingers. I gasped and he took the opportunity to shove himself all the way in my mouth. "Don't even think about it, little girl. Taste yourself on my cock. Tell me you didn't want it. Deny to me that this is not what you wanted all along while you taste your own cum on my cock." I mumble around his shaft, agreeing with him, finally broken. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You are about to cum just from this aren't you, whore?" "Yes," comes my mumbled reply from around his member intruding in my mouth. "Well, how about this?" He asks as he shoves himself all the way into the back of my throat. This time I do not gag on him, since I am ready for it. As he shoves his entire length into my mouth and my lips rest on the base of him, he obtains his release. I feel his final pleasure as it hits the back of my throat, squirting warm and thick ropes of cum down my throat. He removes my blindfold after he is finished, along with his ski mask, unties me, and kisses me. This time I do not fight it, but enjoy and revel in it. He leads me into our bedroom just as the storm causes the lights to go out. We fall asleep in each other's arms, his strong hands gently rubbing the kinks out of my shoulders caused by the binds he had used earlier. When he and I discussed acting out this fantasy previously, he had said he was going to do it, but I didn't believe him. I guess I learned more then one lesson that night about the man I married. |
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| Am I crazy???? |
| 05.14.08 (9:09 am) [edit] |
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I think I am crazy, lol, or at least some people have told me so, but I think I may really be, lol.... Is it just me, or do some terms take on a whole new meaning when said in the proverbial bedroom? Now, if we were just walking down the street and Joey had the nerve to call me a slut or a whore, I would flip out, lol, but if said in the proverbial bedroom, they are actually a turn on, lol... Like, if we are on the phone and He is teasing me and says "My little slut" or "That's my good whore" or other terms like that, they are a huge turn on... Out of the bedroom, He has little names He will call me, like Mamma, Little One, The wifey, Bright Eyes, etc.... but in the bedroom, there is just something about Him calling me His little slut/whore/etc... that is a turn on, lol.... Or, when I am on my knees giving head and He says "That's My little cum slut" or something like that that drives me wild, lol... I know some women who don't like being called these thigns even by their husbands in the heat of the moment, but I really do... Maybe it is the whole submissive in me, who knows, lol... *g* ~`~Missy ~`~ |
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| It's the little things that count..... |
| 05.14.08 (8:54 am) [edit] |
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I was discussing with Joey how much we have both been happier since we stopped hiding who we really are in regards to our private life. I mentioned how much He has really come into His own as a Dom since we stopped hiding who we really were and He made a comment that completely caught me off guard. He said that He has been able to come into His own alot easier because I have been there to show Him, through the little deeds that I do for Him without even thinking, what a true and loving submissive is. That comment meant more to me then He could ever know. For many years, I felt I had to really stifle my submissive side, and watched every single move I made, I didn't want to seem too submissive to men who did not really deserve it. But, I have found a man who would never take my submissiveness for granted and who would never take advantage of it. There is a reason I refer to Him as my Gentle Dom when talking to other people in the lifestyle, lol...... So, after our conversation, I was thinking about all the little things I do for Him that show my devotion to the D/s relationship and my joy in it. I did not realize, until I actually sat down to think about it all, how D/s has really gone from just in the bedroom to our day to day life, when He is home... Little things, like removing His boots and socks for Him when He gets home, putting a dryer sheet in the boots to keep them fresh (thanks for that idea Tam, lol), rubbing His feet for Him after a long day or driving (without Him even needing to ask)... Dinner time, I always make His plate and serve it to Him before I make my own, making sure He doesn't need anything before I get my dinner (a drink, salt, etc...), I won't cook something He prefers not to have when He is home, I make sure to have sweet tea made and cold before He is going to be home... I offer to light His ciggs when He is home... when He is taking a shower, I get in with Him and wash His back, legs, arms, chest, etc... (everything but His face and hair, lol).... or, if He wants to be alone in the shower, I will pop His towels in the dryer for Him so they are fluffy and warm for Him.... Little things that make a difference and that make Him feel special and loved in my own little way, lol. Oh well, just my little babbling for the morning, lol.... I will write more later, lol... |
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