Where to begin?

Well I dont know where to begin!

In the last month I havent been able to post because I havent had much time to write. But I have had plenty of inspiration. Unfortunately this will have to be a short post, more of an aide memoir to help me remember the events if I dont get to write more about them in the coming days.

I havent cum in almost a month. Sandy is in a full blown playful but mean domme mood. I have been close many many times but not even a milking or spoilt orgasm. Not a drop of cum has passed from me. In the meantime she has been coming probably 8-9 times a week, usually 2-3 per session.

She spent on evening toward the start of the month going down on me, after I had asked her for a little oral attention. She spent probably 20 minutes lovingly licking me, sucking me, and nibbling, biting, nipping. I was close to the edge for most of it. I was in fact screaming for an orgasm. But suddenly she stopped, mischievously miled and lay back with a satisfied look on her face, an i'm about to cum and you arent look, but you are going to do it for me..

And I did, twice, and she then went to sleep leaving my mind as submissive as its ever been and my body screaming for attention.


Some other noteworthy points I need to write about.

New rule, Im not allowed to ask for orgasm or for her to trim.

My use of a strap-on on Sandy, a big one in her ass.

Our new play with watersports.

My public whipping, clamping, spiking and edging at a club (intense)!!!

A champagne enema, heavy sphincter spanking, and DP on Sandy until she came, hard.

As you can see a lot has happened. I hope to find time to write up more of it!

M

I Hate High School Musical

I cant begin to describe how much. Or why.
It espouses some of the worst, most superficial aspects of American culture, holding them up as the be all and end all of aspiration.

Troy - the rugged individualist, heart in the right place, macho, fighting the odds by himself.
Whats wrong with this picture? He isnt all man, he isnt getting there all by himself, he isnt doing it against all odds. He is about as lucky as a human being on this planet in 2009 can be. Comfortably off, talented in everything he turns his hand to, popular, oh and good looking as well.

Gabrielle - the simpering idiot. Supposedly smart but all she ever does is act pretty and simper at Troy. Whats wrong here? Woman, defined by man, defined by looks, must hide intelligence and act like a fluffy bunny rabbit to be accepted in society. Feh.

Kelsi - Smart, Geeky. In Jellyfish's own words as I cant say it better... Kelsi's acceptance by the group takes the form of some jock taking away her hat and getting her to shoot the basketball, followed by a prettifying makeover avec stupid one-strap Supre top and sequinned belt.

Not to mention the overwhelming obsession with teen relationships without even a hint of physical intimacy (cos that would be wrong)! Yes I remember Britney gyrating around sexually in a schoolgirl uniform or catsuit, while it was claimed in all seriousness that she was a good christian 'virgin'. Talk about double standards!

I must have watched the first two a hundred times (yes I have young kids), and I just cant describe the trivial horror of it. As you can see when I try I sound pompous and too serious, but I know someone who can do a much better job. I nearly peed myself reading this :) Eloquently said!

The Domme is back

This morning Sandy woke up in a much better mood. This she demonstrated by demanding an orgasm, then a second one, and making it clear that I wasnt going to get anything as I had had an unauthorised orgasm a few days ago (my only one since the start of the year). She made sure to expose her breasts and arch her back to tempt me that much further, and they are tempting succulant morsels!

Foolish me. I told her about that a few days ago, even suggesting that I should be punished for it. Silly silly me!

M

Plusses and Minuses

Sandy is still feeling down.

On the minus side - Hormones, bit of a mild cold, another rejected job application, missing adult company.
On the plus side, lots of time at home with kids at a lovely age, My job covers us enough to not worry too much, food on the table, roof over our heads and good health.

It shouldnt be a contest should it. There are so many people so badly off in the world, that I sometimes despair at our 'humanity'. We are lucky. Yet we cant help being who we are, and after 8 months of looking for a job it is not surprising that she feels low some days. Luckily she is an incredibly resilient woman, more so than i am (resilient that is, i am not a woman, at least not on the weekdays ;) ). Looking for a part time job, let alone one which pays enough to cover childcare is extremely hard in a bull market, but in these economic times its nearly impossible. She keeps getting so close but not quite. i am sure it will come, and in the meantime she gets lots of hugs from me and the kids. Some of her friends have the opposite problem, working so much they never see their kids.

So on balance all is well with us, this moment will pass, by sunday I predict, at the latest.

Oh yes, tomorrow we are out at a 70s party. Probably just what she needs. One Freddy Mercury (complete with skinny girls jeans and adidas trainers), and one electric blue catsuited disco diva coming up. Might post pics if I can.

Verbal diarrhoea over. Spluuuurge.

Best laid plans of mice and men

Last night we had intended to go to bed early and watch some heroes, sandy is feeling a little poorly. During the day I suggested to her that if she was feeling a bit naughty she could ask me to plug myself and give her a foot or back massage while we watched. She thought this a fun idea, accusing me of being truly bad!

Sadly by the time the kids got to sleep we were tired, and sandy's cold had come on stronger. So just heroes and sleep.

Another time soon I suspect...

I confess that due to our past this kind of thing still makes me feel a bit let down, as if there is a lack of interest in these games on her part. I know its not true, but my heart is still unsure. Its a sign of how far were have come though, that the feeling was very slight. So I was easily able to be the supportive husband she needed and my fears didn't sit heavy in my thoughts like they used to.

Thank god, I don't ever want to be back there again, horrible times!

A question to any readers

There have been fewer comments recently which got me wondering how many people read this blog regularly, and which bits people are most interested in. Please drop a quick note, anonymous if you are shy, to satisfy my curiosity.

And if you are reading T... love you x

I thank you
M

The Dom is back (at least for the night)

Last night we switched roles, Sandy was on the bottom in need of a good tease and a bit of healthy abuse. Who was I to refuse :) After her second orgasm we made love, we came simultaneously with her in my arms, bodies close, every inch of skin in an embrace. It was the nearest to 'lovemaking' we ever come, and it was wonderful.

I won't relate it all, but try to highlight one small section and make it as hot, and accurate, as I can.


' kneel up' he ordered, 'quickly!'

She rose up and knelt, her hands on her thighs, back arched. Always good in that position, she looked weak, horny, ripe for abuse. His eyes took in her form, her breasts were pert, pointing up and swollen in their rope prison. her legs, achingly long and folded beneath her, the skin of her inner thighs smooth, creamy white, a sheen of persperation. glistening sensuality. Her hips and arse flared wide, curved cheeks, rounded and soft, so clearly a women. He held her waist easily in his hands, soft in his palms, encompassed by him, squeezing his toy, marking his possession.

He admired her from behind but his manner was rough. 'spread' he snapped, slapping her inner thighs wider apart, reddening them. He didn't care for her pain, indeed the whimper was music to him. As she kneeled, panting, her moist depths were available but cast aside, a deeper violation was required. His finger slipped deep into her arse. There was no warning, yet her spread thighs had bared her hole to him and he took it. First one, then two fingers sliding in without resistance, her inner slut inviting the abuse. 'oh god yes' she breathed, 'fuck me!' He felt her muscle grabbing him tight, each movement of his finger making her slippery arse twitch, gripping tighter still. He always loved the feeling of this, this soft mouth kissing his finger, hungry for him. Her depths violate.

'What are you?'

'a slut' she answered, 'a dirty slut, dirty dirty whore, I I'll do anything, fuck anyone you make me, oh god, I'm just a dirty slut begging to be used'

He smiled.