Bodies Under Domination

Last night, The Boyfriend and I were so lucky. My Mom took the kids overnight, and we got to go out, just the two of us. It rarely happens, so you can imagine the relief we both felt.

I had mentioned a fire pit event that I was interested in going to, hosted by BUD for the Bodies Under Domination group of FetLife. His was also the first munch I ever successfully attended. There was also a munch today that I was hoping to go to, but no babysitter unfortunately.

The Boyfriend basically said that it would be cool to go, but made no strides in doing so. Yesterday, we went to the exercise park with the kids and my Mom came outside with us, so without even consulting The Boyfriend, I just asked if she would watch the kids so that I could go to the fire pit. I had made the decision by that point that I was going, regardless of his decision.

But then, he seemed excited about it and we spent the next two hours rushing around getting the kids and ourselves ready to go. Then we went out to the fire pit. There was only two others there besides The Boyfriend and I. But it ended up working out so much in our favor that it didn’t even matter.

After sitting out at the fire pit, just shooting the shit, we got into my favorite parts of the conversation. One thing lead to another, and one of the people is pulling out a bag of toys. So we head inside, set up a table, and lay out a huge duffle bag full of toys.

From long 24″ leather floggers, to crops and canes and even shoes and over-sized fly swatter, I just sat mesmerized. Both The Boyfriend and I were just staring in amazement at the delights that laid before us. Then came the touching. Each toy was picked up, carefully inspected. After I was done looking at anything, I’d hand it to The Boyfriend, and he’d inspect it.

Then I asked a question about flogging, and next thing you know, guy with bag is standing there while BUD shows me on him how to do some basic flogging swings. Then, the most exciting part happened. BUD tells me, just try to hit him with it. I had picked out a 24″ Red and Black Leather flogger. I was incredibly nervous.

This person wasn’t my boyfriend, I had just met him that night, and I was so flustered and giddy. But I got a few good swings in (very gentle swings, but good technique), and it was a very good educational experience. I learnt ALOT!!!! Then I got to try out this really awesome slapper that The Boyfriend and I are both seriously wanting.

The Boyfriend stood in the background, carefully watching me. I was so nervous that he’d be upset that I was flogging someone else, and I didn’t even think to ask him if he was okay with it until I had already started. When we left, he said that he just felt very excited for me. I felt very excited too.

After some practicing with the flogger, and getting tons of really usefully tips, and playing with a slapper, we went back out to the pit and talked some more. Then The Boyfriend came home. The night, from that point on, was filled with more communication than I ever think we’ve experienced together.

On the way home, we mostly talked about the entire experience of the night. He shared what he thought and felt, and I just kept thinking that he sounded so into it. Then I asked, completely outright without any type of insecurity involved, if I looked good wielding a big flogger, to which I got a speedy “Yes”.

So we stopped at one of The Boyfriend’s friends houses, and a Chris Rock special was on the Comedy Network. He was telling a joke about once a guy has sex that he likes, he always wants his sex like that. Something to do with girls licking anus‘. To which The Boyfriend’s friend was overwhelming disgusted. This friend and I are both very stubborn people. I’m stubborn in my open-mindedness and acceptance of thing, and he’s stubborn in his close-mindedness. So we get into a mini argument about why he wouldn’t even consider letting a girl go anywhere near his ass.

So on the remainder of the drive home, The Boyfriend and I were mostly talking about anal play with males. I’m kind of known for being that girl that introduces guys to that whole thing. With every boyfriend I’ve had up to this point in my life, I’m the one that suggests a finger in the ass for them, and I’m the one to do it. I even have an entire technique and system.

And it’s not like I’m some pervert obsessed with ass play type deal. It is purely this rule that I have about sexual acts in general. You can’t ever say that you don’t like something without trying it first. Anatomically, the male G-spot is against his prostate gland, which can only be accessed via perineum stimulation and anal penetration. I haven’t personally found my own G-spot, but if it feels as good as people say it does, than why would anyone not want to experience it?

The trick is to warm a guy up to it. And they sure as hell aren’t going to let you do it to them, if they don’t get to do it to you. This may be completely different for older people, in a kinkier world. But in my young, mostly vanilla world, you have to receive to be allowed to give, and vice versa.

I tend to love to play with balls, it’s just one of my things. Balls and pre-cum, I can’t get enough of it. I’d probably make a pretty good guy 😉 So when I decide that we’re finally at a point in the relationship, where he trusts me with his body (basically, if he’ll let you tie him up or cover his eyes, then you’re probably okay to give it a try), I’ll begin playing with his balls. I’ll reach as low as I can, and take both balls in my hands. Slowly I make my way to his perineum, just very gently touching it.

Then you apply a little bit of pressure. It’s always great in that area to keep your finger flat against his perineum, that way there’s less of a chance of scratching anything with nails. Generally, it’s a very gradual thing. I think once you decide that you really want to get a finger in your boyfriend’s butt, you should take your time and slowly build up to it. You don’t want him freaking out about it, and telling you know. You’d rather him tell you that he’s ready for it. This could take a couple of days, a couple of months or years.

Guys that I know and have successfully penetrated anally, are normally not into the idea of it at all. Prior to meeting me, they had never really had a desire to have anything in their anus. Exit only type of people. Most times, I don’t ask them or discuss it with them, I just ease them into the idea of it with simple techniques until eventually they grab the lube an ask for it themselves.

It normally takes me a minimum of three serious “I’m into it” sessions, before the big first penetration session. He’s oblivious to the fact that I have any interest in it. So the first time, I grab his balls and lift them up, just gently running the flat of my finger from the bottom of his balls to his perineum just a little bit and very gently. The next session, I’ll rub his balls and slowly move until my finger is mostly on his perineum, gently rubbing in a circular motion. On the third time, I cover his entire perineum with my finger, and as I rub in a circular motion, I gently dip the tip of my finger just where it’s touching his anus. Do that a few more times, and soon after that, it will be when you least expect it, he’ll whisper in your ear and next thing you know, you’ll be gently working your way into his anus.

My top rules are always always always use lube. There is never a time when you enter someone’s anus that you shouldn’t be using lube. The anus has no natural lubrication, and the friction can cause tearing, which can cause even more problems. Another rule is to go very gently to start out with. You don’t want the person to clench up and potentially tear or cause other damage.

So far, I have found two very specific things to do that seems to be of great enjoyment, though would love any suggestions if you have any. As I’m normally on the bottom, and he’s normally on top, and we’re normally having sex at the point of penetration, I can really only give suggestions on that position, though I’m sure if you mixed it up more you could do some other great things.

When he’s pumping in and out of me quickly, I tend to just flick my finger back and forth. Then when he slows, gently pulling my finger back and forth. I try to never let my finger come out of his ass, because I know from my own anal explorations that once it’s out it’s very hard for me to get to the point where I’m okay with it going back in. Also the closer you get to the outside of his anus, the more he’s going to tighten up, and again you don’t want to be pushing back inside him while he’s all clenched. So just slow and gentle movements. When he wants it harder, he’ll push against your finger. I don’t even think they do it on purpose, I think it’s just the bodies reaction to it.

I wasn’t planning on going off about that so much… But it was basically what I told The Boyfriend. I’m the vanilla male anal breaker 😉

So after hours of communicating, talking about what we both seem to like and dislike about various aspects of BDSM, story-telling and more, we had planned to play games, but then everything just ended up turning sexual.

We had sex with the lights on for the first time in months! I felt incredibly uncomfortable, but at the same time I was so excited about the fact that I could be as noisy as I wanted, that I hardly even noticed. My favorite thing about having the light on, is I could tell every single time he looked at me. I’ve always loved that about sex. That exchange. I feel like we connect on a very deep level when we’re fucking each other, and then just slow down and stare into each others eyes. Even when we’re having rough, crazy, dirty sex it feels so intimate and passionate.

After what felt like a long time, but was less than 30 minutes, The Boyfriend came and once we cleaned up a little, it was my turn to cum. He was rubbing my legs as I rhythmically played with my clit. After awhile of this he finally put his finger in my pussy, and within seconds I was cumming, my entire body clenching frantically. We fell asleep almost immediately after that, him holding me and me holding him.

Last night was an incredible night. From the amazing, educational fire pit, to the intimate and loud sex, I can’t wait for more nights like that!

Ode to my Flogger

Adapted from The Rifleman’s Creed by Maj. Gen. William H. Rupertus

This is my flogger.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My flogger is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I master my life.
My flogger without me, is useless.
Without my flogger, I am useless.
We know that it is the hit that counts.
And we will hit.

I’ve taken it upon myself to start practicing wielding my flogger. I’ve noticed an extreme lack in the use of my left hand, and have an extremely hard time wielding it as such. My right hand has no problems successfully nailing a number of different swings, but my left is crumby.

I think as I practice, I may say my newly adapted ode to my flogger. One of these days, I’ll get a camera and put a picture of it up 😉

Passionate

I’m feeling very turned on right now, not 100% sure why. I was sitting on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls (kind of going through a phase…), and suddenly I was turned on. I hate that The Boyfriend works night, because it would be nice to have him around for those moments, especially since it’s most likely to happen around about that time… The silence, you know 😉

Last night, The Boyfriend and I had an absolutely delightful night. He had had four nights off, and the first three nights we were both much too tired to do just about anything. Sleep was our main priority. Finally, the fourth night, we didn’t sleep. Well, eventually we did, but not originally 😉

When we started, I didn’t expect that it would carry on long at all. That we’d both probably get distracted and it would just be another make out session. I crawled on top of him on the couch and one thing led to another, and next thing I know, he’s grabbing my hips and literally making me ride him. I was bouncing up and down, and we were both erotically laughing as my head and hair bobbed all over the place. It was fun sex.

Then, we switched to me face down and him on top from behind, vaginally of course (my choice, not his)! He doesn’t know this completely, but I normally go to this position when I’m ready for him to cum, because I know it happens quickly. Whereas when I’m on top, sometimes it can take a really long time. And while I appreciate the hour(s) long sex, I am a Mom of four and when 3 AM rolls around, I start getting pretty worried about how little sleep I’m going to get…

He came fast, as I knew he would, and I hadn’t yet. I had had the flogger earlier in the night (with the intention of flogging him, though the making out started and the flogger kind of got dropped, literally), so while I played with myself, my ass got a nice little flogging. After what seemed like too long of playing and not cumming, I asked The Boyfriend to grab me the purple pussy vibrator.

The piece of crap (I really gotta replace that thing…) finally got used, after months of isolation beneath the night table in my room. It even got a fresh new battery in it. Man oh man, did it ever feel nice grinding against the vibrator as The Boyfriend rhythmically beat my ass with the flogger.

After he was done, he was saying my ass was really red and he could see some welting on the roundest part of my butt. I fell asleep before I looked in the mirror, and of course, the next morning, absolutely nothing. I so badly want a beating that leaves a mark. That hurts the next day when I sit down. That hurts more when it’s happening. We’ve agreed that we’re picking up something less vanilla the next time we get something.

We went out shopping the other day and hit one of our local bookstores. I came across “The Guide to Getting It On”, and was so happy to finally have an educational sex book, and not just erotica. I’ve always, for as long as I can remember, wanted a library filled with nothing but sex, medical and psychology books. Same with, I want a room with a display of decorative glass dildos. I know, what a shame not to use them, but I figure I’ll just buy everyone in a set of two! If only…

I haven’t really read anything but the BDSM section, of course 😉 I was wondering about something after reading it. The book describes a fetish as a reliance on a certain something to achieve arousal. And I know that’s like the medical definition of a fetish, but in the kinky world, is a fetish really like that? I say that I have a foot fetish, because I love love love feet. I think feet are erotic and sexy and upon looking at an extremely beautiful pair of feet, I feel passionate. But I don’t rely on feet (other than the fact that certain positions require them) to achieve arousal. Does that mean that it’s not a fetish then? And if it’s not a fetish, what is it?

I’ve always kind of considered a fetish to be something that you find erotic that “normal” society wouldn’t, like a foot or a food or a material. And I’ve always considered a paraphillia to be the reliance part. And I know that they’re basically one in the same, but I feel like one should sound like less of an abnormality than the other. That way those of us who can still get turned on without the object, aren’t put on the same list of those who can’t and those who “normal” society (and sometimes the person themselves) think need help. I know it sounds like I’m trying to put a label on something that has no need for a label in the first place, but I feel like if there were a separation between the two, fetishes would be more accepted. Assuming anyone agrees with the fetish/paraphillia separation.

I think The Boyfriend and I can officially start looking into going to munches again. The kids are all old enough now that they can safely be left with family, and formula has been bought, plus The Boyfriend is going down to part-time 😉

I’ve been craving some sort of interaction to this world that I keep getting pulled deeper and deeper into. My interests in it just keep expanding the more I experience. The thing that almost scares me, is how much more I want. Like with the floggings. After every flogging, I’m telling The Boyfriend to do it harder next time. Then he does, and I tell him to do it harder. Is it always going to be like this? Never gets hard enough…

It’s like safewords. I’ve never been even slightly close to using a safeword with The Boyfriend. I’ve never even said things like stop or don’t or no more. It’s always been a very manageable pain.

I hope one day I feel completely sexually fulfilled. I hope, before I die, I feel like I know who I am sexually, for sure. No questions about it. Does anyone out there feel completely satisfied with their sexuality?

Need Help Writing

So, I’ve been hard at work these last couple of days, writing and writing and writing The Brighton Tales over at The Erotica of a Tortured Mind. I’ve made it to the end of Chapter 5, and now I’m unsure where to go. There’s so many characters who could potentially carry on in the story in a variety of different ways, and now I’m not sure who I want to write about. Any suggestions? You can e-mail me, comment here, comment there, leave a suggestion in the suggestion box on the left sidebar on The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, or anywhere else you can contact me (and there’s too many to list here!).

It’s been pretty exhilarating writing this whole thing. I didn’t even really mean to, it pretty much just started testing out Blogger in Draft. It’s the first time I’ve ever written a story without thinking it through ahead of time. I’m just kind of letting the story take me wherever it takes me.

Nothing kinky has happened around here lately. The Boyfriend’s got an extra day off this week, so the outlook for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday looks fun. He’s already got plans for using the bondage tape on me, and he keeps shaking his butt in front of me, and saying, “Wouldn’t you like to flog this?”. To which I quickly and excitedly reply, “Yes, please!!”

I see one of two things happening from the rather vanilla boyfriend (and I’m hoping that they don’t). Either:

1. He’s gonna seem bored, much like he did until the bondage tape was removed from his wrists
2. He’s gonna flinch about and give up before it even gets good, claiming that it hurts too much (Alfie used to do it all the time, even when I was being incredibly gentle. Probably because he just wasn’t that interested…)

So I’m hoping neither of those things will happen. I’m hoping instead that it gets him really turned on, I’m hoping that he’ll like it enough to want it more and more until he craves it as much as I do. I know, I’ve got high hopes 😉

Even if he decides he hates being beneath the flogger, I think I’ll be okay. As long as he still likes wielding the flogger, which I think he really does. I would rather live the rest of my life, submitting to a flogger, than not having any connection to BDSM. Even though my ultimate desire is to have someone submitting to me. But minor details, we’ll work that out later.

We also stopped by our local Wal-Mart’s family planning section, where you can get condoms and lubes and the dreaded yeast infection solutions. Even though it’s a small section, they had a pretty good selection of stuff. Flavored lubes, warming lubes, lubes that doubled as moisturizer (which is the only lube I own, and rarely ever use), ribbed condoms, twisted condoms. The one thing I didn’t see was a female condom, though I have no interest in using one of them.

I’m not even really interested in using regular condoms, hence the depo. But The Boyfriend seems to be showing interest in introducing condoms. I think part of it is fear that I’ll get pregnant again, and neither one of us want that anytime soon. We’ve both agreed when all the kids we currently have are in school (at least another 5 years), that we’ll try once more for a girl. But right now, it would just suck! I think the other part of it, is purely just thinking of changing it up, which I think is sweet.

So no participants in WTMFI Wednesdays yet. Hopefully that changes soon. If you have any questions, you’re more than welcome to contact me.

Tied Up and Tickled

Finally, last night, I whipped out the bondage tape. It was already late, and really we should have just gone to sleep, but I’ve been craving strapping his hands together so bad, and he goes back to work tonight, so it had to be last night.

I had said before we went to bed, that I wanted to have sex. Though I guess he didn’t really believe me. I finished feeding Carter and rolled over and automatically started making out with him. Then I crawled on top of him and continued making out with him.

I grabbed the bondage tape, and after much fighting with it and plenty of giggles from the both of us, I quickly and messily wrapped it around his wrists, and then wrapped another strip through the center and tied it to the bed. It was a very unprofessional job, but I think that it’s going to take alot more practice, because the stuff sticks together weird.

Of course, the second he was secure enough for my liking, I tickled him and he bucked his hips wildly trying to knock me off of him. He laid quite still, with his eyes closed and hands tied up behind him, and first I straddled facing him, and then straddled facing away from him. Then I was facing him again.

To me, it felt like he was bored. Normally, he’s so in control during sex, that I just started thinking by the end of it, “Man, I really suck in bed”, even though I’m hoping that’s not the truth. During our talk later, he said that he definitely wasn’t bored, but I don’t know if I believe him.

I took his hands down from the bed, and asked him if he’d like to fuck me from behind, which seems to be my favourite position lately. First, because I think I feel tighter, I don’t know if that’s the truth or not, but I’m convinced. And second, because it’s the easiest way for me to masturbate, and more often than not we cum at the same time, and I absolutely love when that happens.

His wrists were still together, and he got behind me and put his hands at the lowest part of my back, right above my ass. He pulled me back and forth onto him, and I knew we’d be cumming in no time. Then all of a sudden, he had ripped the tape off from around his wrists, and was down on top of me. Within minutes, he was cumming. After he was done, I came, using my pillow to try my hardest to muffle my moans.

I enjoyed it, though it didn’t go at all the way I had planned it. Next time, I think I might try to strap his hands to his thighs, that way he can touch my skin with his fingers and nothing more. I missed having his touch during it all, and felt less sexy because of it.

I was a little sad, because during the whole day, I kept teasing him with a flogging. And then once we got down to bed, and the bondage tape was on, sex became more important than flogging as the clock neared 4 AM, and I had to be up at 7:30.  Flogging probably would’ve resulted in yet another all-nighter. And I’m still trying to recover from the last one…

I’ve been writing like it’s going out of style these last couple of days. It’s too bad it’s National Novel Writing Month, because I’m pretty sure I’ll have one by the end of this month. I even went as far as to add a chapter widget to The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, so that those that are new can read from the start of the story and carry on.

I’ve been having so much fun writing it and now The Boyfriend is all jealous. He’s been working on a story idea since we started dating. Possibly before that, but I didn’t know about it then. His story is much more intricate than my story, and he’s got maps and timelines and factions. My story doesn’t have that. He finally read it, after I printed the pages out for him, and he goes, “You’re so much better of a writer than I am.” I completely disagree with him.

Though I do hold alot of pride in the writing of The Brighton Tales and think it is probably the best thing I’ve written to date (that wasn’t a journal entry), I enjoy the way The Boyfriend writes and thinks he has serious potential. If his job didn’t make it so hard to stay on the computer and just write, and if we didn’t have four kids running about the house ready to distract him at any given moment, I’m sure he could bang out a completed story in no time.

I love that I’m finally with a guy who is creative, and it’s not a competition. We can both write stories, and read each others stuff and given constructive criticism easily. He’s the first guy I’ve ever been with, who when he sings along with music, I don’t cringe and try to stealthily cover my ears. I think it’s been a good couple of days.

So, I have a question. I know that I’ve been getting quite a few readers (an average of 31/week), and I know that my viewings always spike on WTMFI Wednesdays. So I wanna know why people haven’t started participating yet? Does anyone run a successful meme styled post and know how to get participants? I want to read your guys’ experiences too, not just write about mine. So again, I will tell you all, COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED! It brings excitement to my day when someone comments on my blog. So, comment on my posts already! 😉

Orgasms and Floggers

Last night, The Boyfriend and I pulled out the flogger for the second time. And, if you can believe it, this time was even better than the first time. After spending two days straight writing The Brighton Tales on The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, my mind was whirring with thoughts of sex and BDSM. So you can imagine my excitement when The Boyfriend decided to call in sick, just in case we got called up to the hospital to see my brother.

So after hours had passed, and I finally got off the computer, The Boyfriend grabbed the flogger from downstairs. I’ve been incredibly sore these last couple of days and have been having alot of problems with knees. I’ve been taking these anti-inflammatories that are supposed to help, but I don’t think they are. I almost think they’re making it worse.

It started with a playful ass rub (which I love getting. Apparently, I hold a large amount of stress in my ass muscles ;)) Then he started playing with the flogger. Time passed as he played with the flogger, gently tapping my ass with it, and I rolled onto my stomach.

The flogger started out as a foreplay to sex, and within minutes of gentle flogging, The Boyfriend was inside me. I left my hair down (which I almost never do), and it kept getting in my face. The Boyfriend kept trying to gather it, because he likes to pull on it.

After he came, I stayed laying on my stomach on the couch, and masturbated while he flogged me. He started off soft, and then slowly got harder and harder, until my skin was flaming beneath the flogging. I’d lift my foot, and he’d stop to rub my darkening ass, bending over and kissing it gently.

He was nailing a very nice figure eight, and the sensation was crazy, the sound of the whip whirring through the air. I was shaking so bad, and more than once came right to the brink of orgasm. Then he’d stop flogging and just gently brush the falls over my skin, the latex tickling my inner thighs. After a long time on my ass, to the point where it started turning purple, I asked him to move to my legs and try my thighs and calves.

It was obvious that he wasn’t as comfortable with the legs as he was with my ass, as he very gently hit my legs. He moved back to my ass and began doing a figure eight again, this time much harder and much faster. The harder and faster he went, the harder and faster I played with myself. Until finally, after probably close to half an hour of flogging, my muscles all contracted, my back arched and I experienced an incredible orgasm.

It seemed to last forever, and by the end of it, every limb of my body felt like al dente noodles. I laid limply for at least five minutes, trying my hardest to catch my breath. After looking at my ass, we were sure that today I would have a hard time sitting down and that I would have at least one bruise to show for it.

Today, after pulling an all-nighter after the flogging last night, there are no visible signs that a flogging ever happened. There’s no problems sitting down, then the problems that I already have sitting down thanks to my knees, back and hip.

I think The Boyfriend is much kinkier than he’s willing to admit. As he wielded that flogger with a great deal of skill, every single time, he’d get hard. This flogger was the best thing I ever bought!

In a Perfect World – Receiving

The day before yesterday, The Boyfriend and I were sitting around bored out of our skulls with nothing better to do than doodle and write. I didn’t want to go on the computer, because I wanted to cuddle and he didn’t want to play games because he had already done that that day.

I, of course, was thinking about nothing more than sex and BDSM, which is all I ever seem to be thinking about lately. Anywho, I started thinking about my perfect scenario of 24/7 BDSM. Came to the realization that it would not be even slightly possible as long as any of my kids still lived at home.

So I thought it would be fun to share with all of you what I came up with so far. Unfortunately, this whole scenario is based off of alot of different factors, which include:

1. Need to find a S/switch man who doesn’t mind sharing
2. Need to get to the point where I don’t mind sharing
3. No kids in the house (or if there are kids in the house, must understand BDSM fully)
4. I have to have a full-time day job, where I’m leaving the house at a set time and arriving home at a set time
5. Need an extremely large house, like a mansion or castle
6. Need 9 submissive or S/switch people to fulfill spots 😉

Okay, okay. I know it sounds a little far-fetched, and I’m aware that realistically I’ll probably only ever get half of what I wanted, but I’m talking about perfect worlds, which we all know don’t exist!

So a few basic things before we get into the better part of this. In a perfect world, protocols and rules and consequences would be a big part of everyday BDSM play for me. I would like to believe, from my rather inexperienced perspective, that BDSM can be a very therapeutic, life-altering experience. I also like the idea of behaviour modification.

Okay so first I’ll break down how the whole thing would work. Let’s pretend that in this perfect world, The Boyfriend is Master and I am Mistress. I would be Master’s alpha slave, if you will, and he will be my Dominant. He will have a male alpha slave as well. He will also have one female submissive and two male submissive’s.

(F.Y.I. – We are working under the premise that, the slaves are collared and “owned” and the submissives are un-collared slaves-in-training)

Mistress will have an alpha male slave and alpha female slave, two female submissives and two male submissives. Master and Mistress would also own a male and female submissive together. Now, that’s not to say that either would not be allowed to discipline the others submissive in the absence of the Owner. I hope this all still making sense.

So I was thinking about this perfect world life, where I worked 9 to 5, Monday to Friday. Came home at the exact same time (or thereabouts) every single day. So I started thinking about what I’d want the ritual of coming home to be like. Of course, this sent me spiraling into thoughts about every little detail, but I thought it would be fun to share with you what coming home would look like to me, in a perfect world.

As I stumble towards the front door of my house, after my exhausting long day of work, I am excited and relieved to think about what’s on the other side.When I step up the last stair, onto the porch, the heavy door slides open, showing me the comforts of my home. I take a step in, and my alpha male is kneeling at my right, holding a martini upwards, with his other hand outstretched waiting for my bags. My alpha female is kneeling to my left, eyes down with a pair of slippers between her teeth. I lightly tap her head, and she removes each of my shoes, replacing them quickly with the slippers.

My alpha male escorts me to the lavish dining room, his arm wrapped around mine, while my alpha female crawls along behind me. Master is already seated at the large dining table, with his alpha male and female submissive kneeling on the floor beside him, to his left and right respectively. In three of the four corners of the room, stands the male and female submissive that Master and I are training together, and one of my male submissives. The males are in charge of food and wine service and clean-up and the female is the cook of the house, preparing all the food (with the help of the other submissives). Her main duty is to prepare menus and choose wine pairings.

My alpha male pulls out my seat, and waits for me to be seated before kneeling beside me. My alpha female is already kneeling next to me and awaiting further instructions. Master and I would ring a bell simultaneously (and submissive’s would be punished if they came when only when bell was rang – the bells being of completely different tones), and the remaining submissives would enter, kiss my feet and then kiss Master’s feet, and then stand behind their designated seating position, which only varied when company attended or on special ocassions, such as birthdays and anniversaries.

My alpha female would then be seated to my left, and after she was seated, the other submissives could then be seated. One of the submissives, in the corner behind my chair, would serve us the wine of the evening. Master and I would receive our wine in fine goblets, the alpha slaves would be served their wine in boring glass cups and the submissives would be given plastic champagne flutes to drink from.

Food when then be served from the submissive in the corner behind Master’s chair, from a large table behind Master. Service would start with the submissives, then the alpha slaves and then Master and finally Mistress, so that food did not go cold for Master or Mistress. Both alpha males, if you recall, are still kneeling on the floor, and are given their food on the floor. After Master and Mistress, they are then allowed to sit cross-legged on the floor to eat their food, and are permitted to use proper utensils. Again, this changes with company or special occasion.

After wine is served and all the plates have been filled, the food and wine submissives take their seats at the table at designated positions. The female submissive chef, comes to the right hand side of the Mistress, from the left hand corner of the dining room, to present that dish. She describes, in detail, the food we are about to eat, from ingredients used to cooking methods. Her duty is to make us appreciate the food before it even reaches our mouths.

After the explanation, she takes her designated seat, and all slaves and submissives watch both Master and Mistress. Master’s slaves (including me, his alpha female) and submissives will not take a single bite until he has taken at least three. Mistress’ slaves and submissives will not have a single bite until she has taken at least three.

After the first course, normally a salad, two more courses are served. The actual dinner and then a desert, and all the courses will take on almost the same pattern. Wine server serves wine, then sits at his seat. Food server serves food, then sits at his seat. Chef describes her dish and sits at her seat. Mistress waits for Master’s first three bites along with his alpha male and submissives. Mistress’ slaves and submissives wait for her third bite before beginning.

After dinner is complete, the submissives who didn’t serve food or wine or describe dishes they made, clear the table while Master and Mistress and the alpha slaves retire to wherever Master and Mistress decide, either all together or separately.

So that’s the “I just got home from a long day of work” scenario. One of these days, I’ll write about more about the happenings in a perfect world. That was just where I got to so far.

On another note entirely, I thought I should let everyone know that this week, for the first time in my life, I purchased something off the internet. And wouldn’t you know, the first time I buy anything online, it’s something kinky 😉

The Boyfriend comes home, hands me a card, and says “There’s a hundred bucks for you to play with one there.”, this being right after his birthday (and I hadn’t gotten him a real present yet, because everything he really wants is online!). So I spent almost the entire day looking around on the internet, trying to find things for his birthday and as he said, “a present for yourself”. He knew that I would go for something kinky, he was hoping a dildo, but I wanted something else.

Well, he got Mario Party 8 for the Wii, I spent less and got a red “angel hair” flogger and some black bondage tape. Each thing should be here around about the 15th. So, the first time I buy anything online is also the first time I’m ever going to see a flogger in real life!!! I’m incredibly excited.

So my question to all of you is, do you know of any really good resources online for learning more about floggers (I already know quite a bit, but I feel like I should take a refresher and should make sure to show The Boyfriend some of the stuff, before everything gets here)? And does anyone have any advice for a first flogging session?

Well I should probably get going. Thanks again to everyone reading. I haven’t had under 10 readers in a week and a half, so I’m pretty excited about that. Now, I just need to get some more comments coming in!