Saturday, August 31, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
A Day of Service
Yesterday was supposed to be my first day of "housewifery" since I don't start the new job until next week. I was going to go shopping with my Mom and then pick up a few things from the grocery store, hopefully beating Sir home. It ended up being an epic shopping-fest and I didn't make it through the door until almost 5:30. Sir was not upset, since he knows I needed new clothes, but I was upset because I had wanted to be home in time for him. He did comment that he was not expecting me to wear my skirt all day, and that he was impressed when I explained it was because he told me to be in a skirt when he came home and I wasn't sure if I would beat him there or not.
After a rushed dinner of breakfast potatoes and eggs, I was told not to forget my plug time for the evening. I made it through an hour and fifteen minutes before begging out. Today I need to wear my Ben Wa balls--for the entire day--and be all prettied up when Sir gets home. I get the feeling that Sir is going to tear my clothes off. Not that I mind. And yesterday, when I stood up to clear the table from dinner, Sir handed me his plate before I could reach for it. He has gotten so used to me clearing it for him that he knows I will take it--I felt like such an accomplished sub. :)
Orders for today were to finish the laundry. I'm going to have it all folded and put away for him as well, plus organize all my new things for work. I've also been cleaning up around the house so that we can enjoy the weekend together. The downstairs is completely done except for the kitchen, which will probably only take about ten more minutes. Upstairs needs to be vaccuumed and dusted, and our office needs to be straightened up a little. Our guest room needs some more serious work though. We are trying to dump the extra bedset we have, since we will hopefully *knock on wood* be trying to turn it into a nursery at some point in the next year or two. No chance trying until next year at the earliest, but we do need to get used to not having the space for our storage. I mean, my storage. :)
If all goes to plan this afternoon, I will be Little Miss 50s Housewife when Sir comes home from work. Hopefully Sir won't be too tired to play...
Always his,
HLA
After a rushed dinner of breakfast potatoes and eggs, I was told not to forget my plug time for the evening. I made it through an hour and fifteen minutes before begging out. Today I need to wear my Ben Wa balls--for the entire day--and be all prettied up when Sir gets home. I get the feeling that Sir is going to tear my clothes off. Not that I mind. And yesterday, when I stood up to clear the table from dinner, Sir handed me his plate before I could reach for it. He has gotten so used to me clearing it for him that he knows I will take it--I felt like such an accomplished sub. :)
Orders for today were to finish the laundry. I'm going to have it all folded and put away for him as well, plus organize all my new things for work. I've also been cleaning up around the house so that we can enjoy the weekend together. The downstairs is completely done except for the kitchen, which will probably only take about ten more minutes. Upstairs needs to be vaccuumed and dusted, and our office needs to be straightened up a little. Our guest room needs some more serious work though. We are trying to dump the extra bedset we have, since we will hopefully *knock on wood* be trying to turn it into a nursery at some point in the next year or two. No chance trying until next year at the earliest, but we do need to get used to not having the space for our storage. I mean, my storage. :)
If all goes to plan this afternoon, I will be Little Miss 50s Housewife when Sir comes home from work. Hopefully Sir won't be too tired to play...
Always his,
HLA
Thursday, August 29, 2013
On Sir's Orders
Sir's orders for me today include getting the laundry done (and I'm assuming fold it and put it away), work out, figure out a dessert for Sunday, wear my plug for an hour and a half today and tomorrow since I didn't do it yesterday (with permission) due to seeing a friend all day, and being ready in a skirt when he comes home. I'm sure he'll give me a location later on today. Here's hoping its the bedroom!
My new job starts next week and I have a week in between. So far, I have cleaned out the fridge of anything too old or gross. We are in desperate need of groceries, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Bonus-the fridge is so empty it is very easy to clean. I'm going to pick up some essentials this afternoon and then go major shopping tomorrow.
So much to do--so much time to do it in. :P
Always his,
HLA
My new job starts next week and I have a week in between. So far, I have cleaned out the fridge of anything too old or gross. We are in desperate need of groceries, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Bonus-the fridge is so empty it is very easy to clean. I'm going to pick up some essentials this afternoon and then go major shopping tomorrow.
So much to do--so much time to do it in. :P
Always his,
HLA
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
On the Right Track
After our discussion the other day, Sir and I are doing much better in terms of the D/s dynamic. I still haven't given him my explanation of what I am looking for out of this, but I feel like I may not need to anymore. It's like something clicked and now he gets it. :)
He has given me some orders for this week. I am to wear my butt plug for one hour each day this week, with proof being shown to him upon his arrival home--meaning it needs to be going in or coming out when he is present. I am to wear skirts or dresses Thursday and Friday and be "ready and waiting" when he comes home from work. I think I am going to go all in and start kneeling. Not sure if he will like this or not, but I think he will like it. Especially if he is in the right mood. Wink. I am also to wear my Ben Wa ball all day on Friday, being able to remove them only if they interfere with the plug. Haven't worn them both, so we aren't sure if they will be a problem. I am also to move up to the medium sized plug on Friday. The final request is for me to buy new underwear. The stuff I have is very old and not very sexy. This is to be everyday underwear, but something nice.
Sir ordered me to suck him yesterday afternoon, and then wanted to have sex--I wasn't really in the mood and told him this when he asked why I didn't seem as into it as I usually am. I said I was neutral but if he wanted to use me, go ahead. He was hesitant, but after I assured him it was ok, that the idea of him just using me was turning me on, he went ahead and took care of himself. I think that was the only time we have ever messed around where I haven't finished. I told him I had a mental orgasm :) because the idea of him just having his way with me and using me for his pleasure was a major turn on.
Plus, he made sure I finished this morning. Not wearing underwear to bed is very conducive to morning sex.
Always his,
HLA
He has given me some orders for this week. I am to wear my butt plug for one hour each day this week, with proof being shown to him upon his arrival home--meaning it needs to be going in or coming out when he is present. I am to wear skirts or dresses Thursday and Friday and be "ready and waiting" when he comes home from work. I think I am going to go all in and start kneeling. Not sure if he will like this or not, but I think he will like it. Especially if he is in the right mood. Wink. I am also to wear my Ben Wa ball all day on Friday, being able to remove them only if they interfere with the plug. Haven't worn them both, so we aren't sure if they will be a problem. I am also to move up to the medium sized plug on Friday. The final request is for me to buy new underwear. The stuff I have is very old and not very sexy. This is to be everyday underwear, but something nice.
Sir ordered me to suck him yesterday afternoon, and then wanted to have sex--I wasn't really in the mood and told him this when he asked why I didn't seem as into it as I usually am. I said I was neutral but if he wanted to use me, go ahead. He was hesitant, but after I assured him it was ok, that the idea of him just using me was turning me on, he went ahead and took care of himself. I think that was the only time we have ever messed around where I haven't finished. I told him I had a mental orgasm :) because the idea of him just having his way with me and using me for his pleasure was a major turn on.
Plus, he made sure I finished this morning. Not wearing underwear to bed is very conducive to morning sex.
Always his,
HLA
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Why?
So Sir and I had a discussion about this new D/s dynamic the other day. We were both cranky (me more than him), so it didn't go very well. He said that he felt like I am only into being a sub when I already want to do whatever it is he asks of me. So basically, he feels like I am topping from the bottom (hopefully that usage is correct). Which got me thinking--why do I hesitate to do what he asks sometimes? Why do I sometimes get cranky when he asks me to do things for him? And then it hit me: I have always had a hard time trusting people and I still don't trust him entirely. I mean, I know I would do anything for him (except bring his dishes into the kitchen sometimes, apparently, haha), and I love him more than anything else, but when it comes down to letting someone else basically control my actions...that line in the sand just gets closer and closer and I fight back.
I was screwed over and lied to in my last relationship and I think that really scarred my ability to trust. Add to that a childhood of one parent lying or exaggerating to make the other one look bad, and the other one being hundreds of miles away due to a divorce--my patterns of trust were stretched, if not broken.
So after me being very upset and trying to "call off" the whole D/s thing because it felt like he didn't like it and that I was a freak, he calmed me down and explained that he knows I like it, that he likes it too, and that he wants sort of a list/explanation of what I want out of this. For the record, I told him we should sit down and hash this out forever ago, but he said that was dumb. :P
So my task for this next week, since today is MY LAST DAY AT WORK until I start my new job, is to figure out how to explain why I love this and what I need out of it. Easy, right?
Always his,
HLA
I was screwed over and lied to in my last relationship and I think that really scarred my ability to trust. Add to that a childhood of one parent lying or exaggerating to make the other one look bad, and the other one being hundreds of miles away due to a divorce--my patterns of trust were stretched, if not broken.
So after me being very upset and trying to "call off" the whole D/s thing because it felt like he didn't like it and that I was a freak, he calmed me down and explained that he knows I like it, that he likes it too, and that he wants sort of a list/explanation of what I want out of this. For the record, I told him we should sit down and hash this out forever ago, but he said that was dumb. :P
So my task for this next week, since today is MY LAST DAY AT WORK until I start my new job, is to figure out how to explain why I love this and what I need out of it. Easy, right?
Always his,
HLA
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Two in a Row
So yesterday it happened again. Only this time it was Sir who did the seducing.
He took my shirt away, which is cool. And my bra. And then we watched a movie while he teased me the entire time. After that, things get blurry. I know he ordered me to climb on top of him, which I did, and then he ordered me to suck him, which I did. I don't usually like to go from him being in me to in my mouth, but I do as Sir commands. :)
So then we started wrestling and somehow I ended up pantiless and pinned under him. At some point, he flipped around and shoved himself in my mouth, using his tongue on me while pinning my arms down. This was quite possibly the best oral I have ever had/given. The feeling of him in my throat, knowing he was simultaneously at my mercy and yet in total control of me, was unbelievable. I'm greatly looking forward to next time.
After that, we went upstairs, where he decided that since my ass was still sore from the night before, I would have to have matching parts. He left my ass alone, since it was still very sore, and focused everything elsewhere. He tortured me with the vibrator, letting our rule slip this once, and did that THREE times. Then he shoved it inside, followed quickly by himself, whispering dirty things in my ear the entire time.
I forgot to mention that this entire time, he had been ordering me not to come without permission. I've never done that before, and thought it was impossible. I've read about it on other blogs and in naughty books, but I didn't think anyone could actually do it. I was wrong. And it feels soooo good, coming on command. On HIS command. Anyway....
So I'm completely bursting with him and and vibrator, and he tells me that he knows I am imagining that I am being fucked by two guys, and I should imagine a third telling me to suck him off--Sir would NEVER allow this under ANY circumstance in real life, but the mental image is quite appealing. He made me beg to come, and while I have never done that before, I was begging as though my life depended on it.
Afterward, we had some ice cream sundaes and a good time was had by all. He also gave me a new order--once I am done with my current job, I am not allowed to wear PJs to bed anymore, barring certain "lady events." Because that's just gross.
Currently on my bookshelf: Burn by Maya Banks. OMG I love this woman's books. SO naughty, yet a solid plotline and mostly believable (albeit very lucky and highly unusual) characters. Also, the idea of a collar really intrigues me, no doubt from my reading material. Sir and I are married, but I feel like a collar is like a wedding ring for sexual love, not just emotional love. I married him because I love him, but a collar is more sexually confined--that I am HIS, inside and out. Obviously a wedding ring does this, but when I think of wedding rings, the image is much more vanilla. And now I'm blathering on. Hopefully that makes sense.
Always His,
HLA
He took my shirt away, which is cool. And my bra. And then we watched a movie while he teased me the entire time. After that, things get blurry. I know he ordered me to climb on top of him, which I did, and then he ordered me to suck him, which I did. I don't usually like to go from him being in me to in my mouth, but I do as Sir commands. :)
So then we started wrestling and somehow I ended up pantiless and pinned under him. At some point, he flipped around and shoved himself in my mouth, using his tongue on me while pinning my arms down. This was quite possibly the best oral I have ever had/given. The feeling of him in my throat, knowing he was simultaneously at my mercy and yet in total control of me, was unbelievable. I'm greatly looking forward to next time.
After that, we went upstairs, where he decided that since my ass was still sore from the night before, I would have to have matching parts. He left my ass alone, since it was still very sore, and focused everything elsewhere. He tortured me with the vibrator, letting our rule slip this once, and did that THREE times. Then he shoved it inside, followed quickly by himself, whispering dirty things in my ear the entire time.
I forgot to mention that this entire time, he had been ordering me not to come without permission. I've never done that before, and thought it was impossible. I've read about it on other blogs and in naughty books, but I didn't think anyone could actually do it. I was wrong. And it feels soooo good, coming on command. On HIS command. Anyway....
So I'm completely bursting with him and and vibrator, and he tells me that he knows I am imagining that I am being fucked by two guys, and I should imagine a third telling me to suck him off--Sir would NEVER allow this under ANY circumstance in real life, but the mental image is quite appealing. He made me beg to come, and while I have never done that before, I was begging as though my life depended on it.
Afterward, we had some ice cream sundaes and a good time was had by all. He also gave me a new order--once I am done with my current job, I am not allowed to wear PJs to bed anymore, barring certain "lady events." Because that's just gross.
Currently on my bookshelf: Burn by Maya Banks. OMG I love this woman's books. SO naughty, yet a solid plotline and mostly believable (albeit very lucky and highly unusual) characters. Also, the idea of a collar really intrigues me, no doubt from my reading material. Sir and I are married, but I feel like a collar is like a wedding ring for sexual love, not just emotional love. I married him because I love him, but a collar is more sexually confined--that I am HIS, inside and out. Obviously a wedding ring does this, but when I think of wedding rings, the image is much more vanilla. And now I'm blathering on. Hopefully that makes sense.
Always His,
HLA
Friday, August 23, 2013
Seducing Sir
Everytime I sat down today, I was reminded of what Sir did to me yesterday.
Things started off nicely after we both got off of work and got home. We had dinner, started a movie, poured a drink or two--I made Sir a vodka lemonade and accidentally poured in way too much vodka. Not that he minded. So were both feeling very relaxed and decided that it had been a while since our last bedroom encounter, and decided that tonight sounded good. Earlier in the evening, after dinner, he had ordered me out of my shirt and pants and said that I had to wear just my bra and underwear for the rest of the night. I was very turned on by his Domminess (as we refer to it now), and eagerly complied.
We were snuggling on the couch when I decided to give him a blow job, and then he decided we were going upstairs to play with some toys. He told me to surprise him so I pulled out my smallest plug and put that in, then grabbed my vibrator and started playing with that, knowing full well what our rules for my vibrator are. I get to use my vibrator (or have it used on me) in exchange for anal. Needless to say, he was rather excited, and ended up taking it from me and giving me three amazing orgasms in a row. I mean, my legs were shaking and I was weak for the rest of the night. After he took care of me, it was his turn, as promised by the vibrator usage. I have been sore for almost 24 hours now, and I love it.
Other Dommy things he has done recently: asked me to bathe him (he was feeling very lazy after work and I know I love it when he bathes me (which isn't very often)), given me a list of things to do for the days when I am between jobs, given permission/ordered me to buy new underwear and bras, and generally has been more dominating as a whole.
I have been considering creating a "chore chart" for myself since my hours will be so different. I want to make sure that the caretaking of the house doesn't suffer, since that is part of my duties. I'm thinking of making a list of all the stuff I need to get done to the house on a weekly basis and then breaking it up into chunks so that I don't have to spend my weekends (and time with Sir) cleaning around the house. I mean, time I have to do laundry or dishes is time that could be spent getting spanked and stuff. Everyone wins. I also need to rework my goals and clarify Sir's rules, since he actually sort of gave me some. He thinks its silly to write them out, but I am a visual person and I need to see them.
Also, Sir really likes it when I text him and call him Sir. I think he likes giving orders via text as well. I've called him Sir out loud as well and he likes that too. I've never really had a nickname for him, but Sir seems to fit perfectly. I guess fate was waiting for me to figure out D/s so I could call him Sir instead of hon or sweetie. Ugh. Sir just fits.
Always His,
HLA
Things started off nicely after we both got off of work and got home. We had dinner, started a movie, poured a drink or two--I made Sir a vodka lemonade and accidentally poured in way too much vodka. Not that he minded. So were both feeling very relaxed and decided that it had been a while since our last bedroom encounter, and decided that tonight sounded good. Earlier in the evening, after dinner, he had ordered me out of my shirt and pants and said that I had to wear just my bra and underwear for the rest of the night. I was very turned on by his Domminess (as we refer to it now), and eagerly complied.
We were snuggling on the couch when I decided to give him a blow job, and then he decided we were going upstairs to play with some toys. He told me to surprise him so I pulled out my smallest plug and put that in, then grabbed my vibrator and started playing with that, knowing full well what our rules for my vibrator are. I get to use my vibrator (or have it used on me) in exchange for anal. Needless to say, he was rather excited, and ended up taking it from me and giving me three amazing orgasms in a row. I mean, my legs were shaking and I was weak for the rest of the night. After he took care of me, it was his turn, as promised by the vibrator usage. I have been sore for almost 24 hours now, and I love it.
Other Dommy things he has done recently: asked me to bathe him (he was feeling very lazy after work and I know I love it when he bathes me (which isn't very often)), given me a list of things to do for the days when I am between jobs, given permission/ordered me to buy new underwear and bras, and generally has been more dominating as a whole.
I have been considering creating a "chore chart" for myself since my hours will be so different. I want to make sure that the caretaking of the house doesn't suffer, since that is part of my duties. I'm thinking of making a list of all the stuff I need to get done to the house on a weekly basis and then breaking it up into chunks so that I don't have to spend my weekends (and time with Sir) cleaning around the house. I mean, time I have to do laundry or dishes is time that could be spent getting spanked and stuff. Everyone wins. I also need to rework my goals and clarify Sir's rules, since he actually sort of gave me some. He thinks its silly to write them out, but I am a visual person and I need to see them.
Also, Sir really likes it when I text him and call him Sir. I think he likes giving orders via text as well. I've called him Sir out loud as well and he likes that too. I've never really had a nickname for him, but Sir seems to fit perfectly. I guess fate was waiting for me to figure out D/s so I could call him Sir instead of hon or sweetie. Ugh. Sir just fits.
Always His,
HLA
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
My Last Official Day Off
Today is my last official day off before I start my new job. So excited!
Sir and I have made a list of things that I/we need to get done before I start. My new hours are going to be very different from my current ones, so I want the house to be as clean and painless-to-use as possible. I think when the house is clean, we are both less stressed. So my list includes cleaning up our office (which is nice because then I can actually update more often), deep cleaning my parts of the bedroom and bathroom (my stuff tends to spread out and Sir has 'given' me our guest bathroom so I can get ready for work in the mornings without moving all of his stuff), going through my entire wardrobe and getting rid of things that don't fit, are stained, worn, etc. The list goes on, and on, and on. I think in the end it will be a HUGE help though.
Sir has started to refer to our arrangement in more direct terms, which makes me happy. He refers to his Dom side as "being all Dommy" and said I was being a "good sub" the other morning when I brought him his coffee. :)
So much to do, so little time. The office is done though. I cleaned up the pet area, put away all the paperwork, aired out the closet, and started a hamper of clothes to get rid of. Updating my blog was my reward.
I will also be renewing my goals of improving my health and well-being on September 1st. This will coincide with my new job and I will have had a few days off between jobs to get started. Just having gotten this job was a huge bump to my self-confidence and I want to keep it going and use that positive energy to keep improving myself. Working my current job drove me into counseling, for crying out loud, and I don't want to have to go back.
Wishing myself a productive day! You too!
Always His,
HLA
Sir and I have made a list of things that I/we need to get done before I start. My new hours are going to be very different from my current ones, so I want the house to be as clean and painless-to-use as possible. I think when the house is clean, we are both less stressed. So my list includes cleaning up our office (which is nice because then I can actually update more often), deep cleaning my parts of the bedroom and bathroom (my stuff tends to spread out and Sir has 'given' me our guest bathroom so I can get ready for work in the mornings without moving all of his stuff), going through my entire wardrobe and getting rid of things that don't fit, are stained, worn, etc. The list goes on, and on, and on. I think in the end it will be a HUGE help though.
Sir has started to refer to our arrangement in more direct terms, which makes me happy. He refers to his Dom side as "being all Dommy" and said I was being a "good sub" the other morning when I brought him his coffee. :)
So much to do, so little time. The office is done though. I cleaned up the pet area, put away all the paperwork, aired out the closet, and started a hamper of clothes to get rid of. Updating my blog was my reward.
I will also be renewing my goals of improving my health and well-being on September 1st. This will coincide with my new job and I will have had a few days off between jobs to get started. Just having gotten this job was a huge bump to my self-confidence and I want to keep it going and use that positive energy to keep improving myself. Working my current job drove me into counseling, for crying out loud, and I don't want to have to go back.
Wishing myself a productive day! You too!
Always His,
HLA
Saturday, August 17, 2013
A Weekend Off
I start my new job in a few weeks. I am super excited. Every time I think about the fact that I can count my days left at my current job, I feel like I am dreaming.
This weekend is going to be a busy one for Sir and I. We have friends coming in from out of town, we are hanging out with both of our families, and we have to clean up the house. I'm also trying to make a list (Sir is helping) of things that I need to get done before I start my new job. I'm going to need to wear business casual every day (which is something we are both excited about in more ways than one), but my closet is currently arranged based on my work clothing at the moment (plain, boring, not at all dressy). I need to go through the clothes I have stashed around the house (sweaters, winter stuff, dresses, etc) and get rid of things that don't fit, I won't wear, or are stained/worn. I also need to make a priority list of things to do around the house--my work hours will be changing drastically and I need to sort of streamline my life. I need to go through the bathrooms and get rid of old stuff, trash, things we don't need. I need to reorganize our linen closet/extras closet (when things like shampoo are on sale, I buy a couple at a cheap price). I need to go through and clean up my makeup things--not that I have to wear more makeup at my new job, but I like wearing it and my current job is too physical. It just sweats off.
Sir has developed a new Dom signal. He really likes coffee, and when I bring him a cup, he usually wants a refill at some point. He simply hands the cup to me and knows that I know what he wants. I like it. Also, he put the final glaze on my paddle. It is all shiny and pretty.
So much to do...and I need to keep up with my blog-reading. Maybe even comment one of these days.
Always His,
HLA
This weekend is going to be a busy one for Sir and I. We have friends coming in from out of town, we are hanging out with both of our families, and we have to clean up the house. I'm also trying to make a list (Sir is helping) of things that I need to get done before I start my new job. I'm going to need to wear business casual every day (which is something we are both excited about in more ways than one), but my closet is currently arranged based on my work clothing at the moment (plain, boring, not at all dressy). I need to go through the clothes I have stashed around the house (sweaters, winter stuff, dresses, etc) and get rid of things that don't fit, I won't wear, or are stained/worn. I also need to make a priority list of things to do around the house--my work hours will be changing drastically and I need to sort of streamline my life. I need to go through the bathrooms and get rid of old stuff, trash, things we don't need. I need to reorganize our linen closet/extras closet (when things like shampoo are on sale, I buy a couple at a cheap price). I need to go through and clean up my makeup things--not that I have to wear more makeup at my new job, but I like wearing it and my current job is too physical. It just sweats off.
Sir has developed a new Dom signal. He really likes coffee, and when I bring him a cup, he usually wants a refill at some point. He simply hands the cup to me and knows that I know what he wants. I like it. Also, he put the final glaze on my paddle. It is all shiny and pretty.
So much to do...and I need to keep up with my blog-reading. Maybe even comment one of these days.
Always His,
HLA
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Power Tools
My last post ended with Sir making some sort of object in our basement with power tools. What happened next was rather entertaining and very dirty.
Sir made me a paddle.
He used it on a very excited sub to great results, including the most formalized verbalization of our arrangement yet. He seems to enjoy being my Dom, and I really like that he is finally getting to be more comfortable with it. He did some "research" about the whole Dom-sub thing online and seemed to be interested.
Sir did decide that I am not allowed to use my vibrator for clitoral orgasm unless we are also going for booty play. :) It will be my reward.
During our first paddle experience, Sir tied me up as well. I had some impressive marks on my wrists, but they faded quickly. Sad face.
Things in the BDSM department over the past week have been slow. This was in major part due to...drumroll...I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You really have no idea how excited I am. Sir is also very happy and proud. Plus I will have to dress up, which he really enjoys. But mostly I won't be at my current place of employment much longer.
Always His,
HLA
Sir made me a paddle.
He used it on a very excited sub to great results, including the most formalized verbalization of our arrangement yet. He seems to enjoy being my Dom, and I really like that he is finally getting to be more comfortable with it. He did some "research" about the whole Dom-sub thing online and seemed to be interested.
Sir did decide that I am not allowed to use my vibrator for clitoral orgasm unless we are also going for booty play. :) It will be my reward.
During our first paddle experience, Sir tied me up as well. I had some impressive marks on my wrists, but they faded quickly. Sad face.
Things in the BDSM department over the past week have been slow. This was in major part due to...drumroll...I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You really have no idea how excited I am. Sir is also very happy and proud. Plus I will have to dress up, which he really enjoys. But mostly I won't be at my current place of employment much longer.
Always His,
HLA
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Slow steps
Yesterday was three days in a row at the gym. :)
I have determined that the pedometer I wore at work the other day is horribly inaccurate. I mean, I am all for tacitly accepting the proposal that I did walk nearly 30,000 steps, but I feel like that is too much. I walk A LOT at work, but not quite that much. I feel like 20,000 is more accurate. I don't feel like shelling out 10-20$ for a new pedometer though. Oh well.
I have done well with my bedtime ritual over the past couple days. I got a new night cream a couple weeks ago and I think I can see a difference now. I need to switch back to my regular one in the mornings because the night cream has no SPF built in. Us pale people need our SPF!
Bloodwork came back. I do not have celiac disease, which is awesome. I think that leaves the fact that I am vaguely lactose-intolerant though. Must work to nail this down because I'm sick of feeling crappy after eating. My thyroid medication is allegedly keeping me in the zone. Not sure why my hair is thinning then, but I will be seeing a dermatologist in a few weeks so maybe she can help. If not, I will be seeing my doctor again to recheck my levels in a couple months, and maybe she can think of something else. I also need a haircut. My hair is getting too long and heavy again--making it look thinner than it is. The other blood tests came back good--my sugars are good, iron is good (thanks to vitamins), and the only "bad" things are my total cholesterol and my bad cholesterol (HDL or LDL, I can never remember). They are both only about 10 points above the good level, so I am not too far gone for fixing.
Dinners have been planned well recently, as per Sir's vegetable directive following the pseudo-appendix incident of last weekend. Yesterday's dinner was a recreation of a restaurant dish with mushrooms, onion, red pepper sauce, and chicken. So good. I used whole wheat pasta too, so that takes a little of the carb-phobia out.
I have an interview next week for a new job! I have a feeling that I will get this one. Not to jinx it. I had such a migraine from work today--two Aleve and a shot of vodka to wash it down. Kidding about the vodka. But it crossed my mind.
Sir and I watched Secretary with Maggie Gyllenhall last night. Overall, I was kind of disappointed at the portrayal of Lee as a crazy girl, but once she stopped cutting herself, I was more interested. Not that cutting yourself makes you crazy. I used to scratch myself until not too long ago, and I don't think I am crazy. Lee's character just seemed so unsure of herself, so childish at times. Her posture in particular just screamed I HAVE NO SELF WORTH. I think it takes a strong person to be a submissive and I think she could have been written differently. I did like the last fifteen minutes where he tests her and leaves with instructions not to lift her feet.
Sir has made me a list of things to do on my next day off (!). He has never physically written out a list for me. I feel strangely excited. I think one thing I like about the idea of submission is the giving up of control to someone you trust. I have had trust issues with Sir at the beginning of our relationship (because I got screwed over by my ex, not anything Sir did), and I think this is the ultimate show of trust and respect.
Sir just wandered down into the basement with a funny look on his face. I asked him jokingly if he was working on something pervy (my code word for something D/s with him, since he is more vanilla than not still). He blushed and started smiling. Now I hear power tools, so either he was lying or I am in for some fun later.
Always his,
HLA
I have determined that the pedometer I wore at work the other day is horribly inaccurate. I mean, I am all for tacitly accepting the proposal that I did walk nearly 30,000 steps, but I feel like that is too much. I walk A LOT at work, but not quite that much. I feel like 20,000 is more accurate. I don't feel like shelling out 10-20$ for a new pedometer though. Oh well.
I have done well with my bedtime ritual over the past couple days. I got a new night cream a couple weeks ago and I think I can see a difference now. I need to switch back to my regular one in the mornings because the night cream has no SPF built in. Us pale people need our SPF!
Bloodwork came back. I do not have celiac disease, which is awesome. I think that leaves the fact that I am vaguely lactose-intolerant though. Must work to nail this down because I'm sick of feeling crappy after eating. My thyroid medication is allegedly keeping me in the zone. Not sure why my hair is thinning then, but I will be seeing a dermatologist in a few weeks so maybe she can help. If not, I will be seeing my doctor again to recheck my levels in a couple months, and maybe she can think of something else. I also need a haircut. My hair is getting too long and heavy again--making it look thinner than it is. The other blood tests came back good--my sugars are good, iron is good (thanks to vitamins), and the only "bad" things are my total cholesterol and my bad cholesterol (HDL or LDL, I can never remember). They are both only about 10 points above the good level, so I am not too far gone for fixing.
Dinners have been planned well recently, as per Sir's vegetable directive following the pseudo-appendix incident of last weekend. Yesterday's dinner was a recreation of a restaurant dish with mushrooms, onion, red pepper sauce, and chicken. So good. I used whole wheat pasta too, so that takes a little of the carb-phobia out.
I have an interview next week for a new job! I have a feeling that I will get this one. Not to jinx it. I had such a migraine from work today--two Aleve and a shot of vodka to wash it down. Kidding about the vodka. But it crossed my mind.
Sir and I watched Secretary with Maggie Gyllenhall last night. Overall, I was kind of disappointed at the portrayal of Lee as a crazy girl, but once she stopped cutting herself, I was more interested. Not that cutting yourself makes you crazy. I used to scratch myself until not too long ago, and I don't think I am crazy. Lee's character just seemed so unsure of herself, so childish at times. Her posture in particular just screamed I HAVE NO SELF WORTH. I think it takes a strong person to be a submissive and I think she could have been written differently. I did like the last fifteen minutes where he tests her and leaves with instructions not to lift her feet.
Sir has made me a list of things to do on my next day off (!). He has never physically written out a list for me. I feel strangely excited. I think one thing I like about the idea of submission is the giving up of control to someone you trust. I have had trust issues with Sir at the beginning of our relationship (because I got screwed over by my ex, not anything Sir did), and I think this is the ultimate show of trust and respect.
Sir just wandered down into the basement with a funny look on his face. I asked him jokingly if he was working on something pervy (my code word for something D/s with him, since he is more vanilla than not still). He blushed and started smiling. Now I hear power tools, so either he was lying or I am in for some fun later.
Always his,
HLA
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Addendum
So I am really proud of myself. I had a long day at work, I was tired and cranky, and had to stop at the house first to drop something off, but I went to the gym! I'm glad I did, but I feel like it takes up an inordinate amount of time, which is stupid. I stay for half an hour but by the time I get home and showered, it is time for dinner to be eaten. Not made, eaten. So Sir is going to have to okay with eating dinner later than we usually do. He wanted me to work out, and being healthy (and losing weight) is important to both of us. The weight concern is mostly me. Sir says I look fine.
So I burned around 330 calories today at the gym. If I go every weekday, that is an average of 1650 calories burned per week. That is if I do nothing extra, like use our stationary bike or do a workout video or go for a walk/jog (once it isn't hellish outside). So that is about a pound every two weeks, with no changes to diet or extra stuff. I'm hoping to be down to 150 at some point. That is my goal end weight--because that is a weight I remember being at and feeling good about the way I look. I'm hoping to make significant progress by the time our vacation comes around. There will be swimsuit-needed activites and I want to buy a new one.
Always his,
HLA
So I burned around 330 calories today at the gym. If I go every weekday, that is an average of 1650 calories burned per week. That is if I do nothing extra, like use our stationary bike or do a workout video or go for a walk/jog (once it isn't hellish outside). So that is about a pound every two weeks, with no changes to diet or extra stuff. I'm hoping to be down to 150 at some point. That is my goal end weight--because that is a weight I remember being at and feeling good about the way I look. I'm hoping to make significant progress by the time our vacation comes around. There will be swimsuit-needed activites and I want to buy a new one.
Always his,
HLA
All Tied Up
Sir had a day off yesterday. I did not. So when I came home from work, he was ready for me. After instructing me to get cleaned up (I insisted on taking a full shower), I emerged from the bathroom to find a black bra, black cheekies, and black lace stockings laid on the bed, along with a selection of toys and a note that said "Surprise Me." After a moment, I picked one of the toys and placed it, then sat on the edge of the bed to wait. I was going to kneel on the floor, but I figured that was too much. Plus it was dark, and I looked kind of creepy sitting there on the floor in my get-up.
So Sir came upstairs (finally), and commenced with the fun. Kissing, stroking, sucking, and then he bent me over the bed and pulled my arms behind my back. He used a long piece of rope to tie my hands tightly, then pushed me to my knees and ordered me to suck him. I was happy to oblige. When he had enough, he pulled me up and helped me to the bed, taking me until he was satisfied.
I thought we were finished, but no. Not even close. He then took out my favorite pink toy, a vibrator, and proceeded to give me four clitoral orgasms. I thought I was going to die. It was heavenly. When I couldn't move anymore, he finally put the toy away and began the task of untying me. I had marks on my wrists all night, and was afraid they wouldn't fade in time for work. I love when he marks me as his.
Today is August 1. New month, new start. I will work out today. I will eat right. I will follow my ritual tonight before bed. I am a positive, motivated person working toward my best ME.
Always his,
HLA
So Sir came upstairs (finally), and commenced with the fun. Kissing, stroking, sucking, and then he bent me over the bed and pulled my arms behind my back. He used a long piece of rope to tie my hands tightly, then pushed me to my knees and ordered me to suck him. I was happy to oblige. When he had enough, he pulled me up and helped me to the bed, taking me until he was satisfied.
I thought we were finished, but no. Not even close. He then took out my favorite pink toy, a vibrator, and proceeded to give me four clitoral orgasms. I thought I was going to die. It was heavenly. When I couldn't move anymore, he finally put the toy away and began the task of untying me. I had marks on my wrists all night, and was afraid they wouldn't fade in time for work. I love when he marks me as his.
Today is August 1. New month, new start. I will work out today. I will eat right. I will follow my ritual tonight before bed. I am a positive, motivated person working toward my best ME.
Always his,
HLA
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