So, Sunday is usually an early night at our house. We stay up later on Friday and Saturday since there is no work to run off to in the morning. Stay up later, get up later, and then Sunday rolls around like a brick wall. This Sunday was no different-dinner, watch a movie, get ready for bed, read for a while. Except for one thing. I had spent the evening on the computer, looking for some new blogs to read after updating my own for the first time in a few months, when I came across someone's blog entry about a threesome. So I read the first part. And the second. And then I was just super horny.
Sir was in the middle of his evening reading when I blurted out that I had read some really interesting stuff online about a threesome. So Sir gets out his tablet to find us some to watch together. After some searching, we ended up with a good one, except that it wasn't a threesome. It was two girls around my age laying in the sunlight on a bed, reading. Then one of the girls starting running her hand along the other one's back, and then they are making out and suddenly they are both topless. I was so turned on...my lady bits were actually THROBBING. They are both topless, kissing, rubbing each other's breasts, sucking, and then the pants come off and they are taking turns making each other orgasm through oral, fingers, and a very nice looking dildo. At this point, Sir is very happy with me because I am sucking him off as I watch, and he is fingering me at the same time. When the video ended, we both attacked each other and suddenly it was nearly midnight.
Needless to say, I apparently really enjoy lesbian porn. Anyone else?
Sir and I have had sex every single day since last Wednesday...and its been fantastic. The weather here has been nice and cool, a little rainy, but very autumnal, and think that has helped us to relax and enjoy each other. I love it.
Still working on the new title-nickname-thing for Sir. Waiting for the lightning to strike.
Always His,
His Lady Aurora
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Back in Blogland
I came home from work today (Sir had the day off) and found a list of instructions for the next two weekdays. I read each item, feeling very happy that Sir had taken an interest in D/s again, since he has been so GRRRRR lately...until I got to Friday. I am to wear a skirt to work...I am to wear my ben wa ball...and I am not allowed to wear underwear.
I'm not allowed to wear underwear. To work.
My submissive side is loving this, but my vanilla side is freaking out. I don't think I have ever not worn underwear in public. Ever.
Is it bad that I am super excited?
I don't care. I'm excited. Sir is back. Now I have to come back and put the s in the D/s. I've been slacking because he's been in such a crappy mood all the time...and that has put ME in a crappy mood.
Always His,
HLA
I'm not allowed to wear underwear. To work.
My submissive side is loving this, but my vanilla side is freaking out. I don't think I have ever not worn underwear in public. Ever.
Is it bad that I am super excited?
I don't care. I'm excited. Sir is back. Now I have to come back and put the s in the D/s. I've been slacking because he's been in such a crappy mood all the time...and that has put ME in a crappy mood.
Always His,
HLA
Monday, May 26, 2014
Another break...
.....and I'm back.
I finally caught up on my blog reading list, and I have missed it more than I realized. There has been some upheaval in our house over the last few weeks, and I think maybe that is why we have slowed the D/s (and why I haven't been blogging).
Sir's job situation is in the shitter right now. He is throwing out applications left and right, but isn't hearing anything back. He will be going out of town--overnight--in a few months (provided he doesn't get something else), and neither of us is happy about that. We haven't been apart overnight since we got married. The really crappy thing is that this isn't even part of his job, but the person who is supposed to do it is sick and won't be able to, and since Sir has to have a job, he can't just quit.
The only bad thing about my job is the traffic I have to drive in on my way home. I have tried every route that I can think of and the shortest route is still too long. It wouldn't be so bad if Sir didn't have to get up so early, but with his job situation now, he is getting up even earlier than he used to...so I feel like I need to have dinner ready the moment I come through the door so that we aren't eating and then going directly up to bed.
I can't remember if I mentioned it in the last post, but I went back on my birth control in response to Sir's job situation. We decided I will go off of it for good in October, because we aren't going to let his job dictate our lives, but I think going off (for the first time in 10 years) and then going right back on again messed up my hormones or something because we never seem to want to play at the same time anymore.
The only bright spot in all of this is that I have been so preoccupied with other things that I have slacked off on housework--so Sir made me a weekly schedule of things I have to get done around the house. Since I am not getting up with him anymore (because it is far too early), he has set a schedule for my mornings so that the house stays relatively intact throughout the week.
Besides that, nothing much to report. I'll try to update more, because I enjoy having a venting space, but with everything else going on right now, I'm not sure that I will have time.
I finally caught up on my blog reading list, and I have missed it more than I realized. There has been some upheaval in our house over the last few weeks, and I think maybe that is why we have slowed the D/s (and why I haven't been blogging).
Sir's job situation is in the shitter right now. He is throwing out applications left and right, but isn't hearing anything back. He will be going out of town--overnight--in a few months (provided he doesn't get something else), and neither of us is happy about that. We haven't been apart overnight since we got married. The really crappy thing is that this isn't even part of his job, but the person who is supposed to do it is sick and won't be able to, and since Sir has to have a job, he can't just quit.
The only bad thing about my job is the traffic I have to drive in on my way home. I have tried every route that I can think of and the shortest route is still too long. It wouldn't be so bad if Sir didn't have to get up so early, but with his job situation now, he is getting up even earlier than he used to...so I feel like I need to have dinner ready the moment I come through the door so that we aren't eating and then going directly up to bed.
I can't remember if I mentioned it in the last post, but I went back on my birth control in response to Sir's job situation. We decided I will go off of it for good in October, because we aren't going to let his job dictate our lives, but I think going off (for the first time in 10 years) and then going right back on again messed up my hormones or something because we never seem to want to play at the same time anymore.
The only bright spot in all of this is that I have been so preoccupied with other things that I have slacked off on housework--so Sir made me a weekly schedule of things I have to get done around the house. Since I am not getting up with him anymore (because it is far too early), he has set a schedule for my mornings so that the house stays relatively intact throughout the week.
Besides that, nothing much to report. I'll try to update more, because I enjoy having a venting space, but with everything else going on right now, I'm not sure that I will have time.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
April Firsts-Sexy Time
This month, I am going to share my FIRSTS with you. Feel free to play along and to give suggestions for my next entries. I couldn't think of anything to write and I couldn't find any good prompts--so I made one up. Enjoy. They may or may not be related to D/s. But I couldn't resist for this first FIRST. :)
First time having sex:
Sir is my one and only sexual partner. I feel like I am in the minority with this one--marrying the first person you sleep with. Sir and I have known each other for years though, and we eventually decided that not having sex was doing more harm than good to our relationship. We were engaged. Sir was not a virgin, but I was. After months of talking about it, and weeks of seriously considering it, the circumstances fell into place for us and we took full advantage of it. A freak snow storm meant that we had to leave to go back to university a day earlier than planned. A day earlier than the dorms opened. A night where we would have to stay SOMEWHERE.
A hotel. By ourselves.
Granted, we had been living on campus in same building for a year, but we both had roommates. Getting walked in on was not how I wanted my first time to be.
So we drove back together, neither of us really talking about it, but feeling that we were finally going to do it. Sir stopped in town to do some last-minute shopping, and I had the feeling that we were finally going to do it. I bought a pretty teddy that split down the middle and a thong, and when I came back (different stores in one area), Sir had gotten some champagne, some dessert, and a box of condoms. He was the one who finally brought it up, showing me the box and saying that we didn't have to unless I wanted to.
I wanted to.
We went out to a nice dinner at our favorite local place, put the car in the parking garage to keep the snow off of it, and went back to the hotel to ride out the storm.
We opened the champagne, had a little dessert, and then started making out. Sir didn't know that I had bought the teddy, so when it became painfully obvious that we were going to do it, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up and change.
I came out to find that Sir had put on some light music, turned the lights off, and opened the curtains, revealing the start of a blizzard outside. He turned, saw me, and smiled.
The rest of the night is a happy blur. I remember his moan when he entered me the first time. I remember his gasps of passion and my own voice mixing with his. I remember that he broke one of the condoms because he was thrusting so hard into me. I was on birth control, so we didn't get too worried about it. I remember falling asleep next to him. And being woken up for rounds two, three, and four. And I remember that when he finally got his own room, I slept next to him for the rest of the year.
My challenge to anyone who made it this far: tell me about YOUR first time.
Always his,
HLA
First time having sex:
Sir is my one and only sexual partner. I feel like I am in the minority with this one--marrying the first person you sleep with. Sir and I have known each other for years though, and we eventually decided that not having sex was doing more harm than good to our relationship. We were engaged. Sir was not a virgin, but I was. After months of talking about it, and weeks of seriously considering it, the circumstances fell into place for us and we took full advantage of it. A freak snow storm meant that we had to leave to go back to university a day earlier than planned. A day earlier than the dorms opened. A night where we would have to stay SOMEWHERE.
A hotel. By ourselves.
Granted, we had been living on campus in same building for a year, but we both had roommates. Getting walked in on was not how I wanted my first time to be.
So we drove back together, neither of us really talking about it, but feeling that we were finally going to do it. Sir stopped in town to do some last-minute shopping, and I had the feeling that we were finally going to do it. I bought a pretty teddy that split down the middle and a thong, and when I came back (different stores in one area), Sir had gotten some champagne, some dessert, and a box of condoms. He was the one who finally brought it up, showing me the box and saying that we didn't have to unless I wanted to.
I wanted to.
We went out to a nice dinner at our favorite local place, put the car in the parking garage to keep the snow off of it, and went back to the hotel to ride out the storm.
We opened the champagne, had a little dessert, and then started making out. Sir didn't know that I had bought the teddy, so when it became painfully obvious that we were going to do it, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up and change.
I came out to find that Sir had put on some light music, turned the lights off, and opened the curtains, revealing the start of a blizzard outside. He turned, saw me, and smiled.
The rest of the night is a happy blur. I remember his moan when he entered me the first time. I remember his gasps of passion and my own voice mixing with his. I remember that he broke one of the condoms because he was thrusting so hard into me. I was on birth control, so we didn't get too worried about it. I remember falling asleep next to him. And being woken up for rounds two, three, and four. And I remember that when he finally got his own room, I slept next to him for the rest of the year.
My challenge to anyone who made it this far: tell me about YOUR first time.
Always his,
HLA
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Scheduling and Whining
I have made a schedule for keeping up with the house, and it seems to be working pretty well. In addition to the evening wipe-down of the kitchen (which has helped immensely), I broke the house up into bits so I can hit one section per day. Monday is the kitchen, Tuesday is the bedroom and vacuuming, Wednesday is the bathrooms, Thursday is the light-colored laundry and the living room, Friday is the dark colored laundry and making the menu/shopping list, and Saturday is vacuuming, grocery shopping, and anything else that needs to get done. My deadline is noon so that I can spend some quality time with Sir.
My coughing is FINALLY coming to an end. I haven't had any cough syrup since Sunday, and I don't sound like a frog anymore.
Sir has noticed an improvement in the housekeeping, which makes me happy. He's been so stressed and bitchy about his job--and has been like this for MONTHS--but it is nice to get recognition for my extra effort. I figure if the house is cleaner, he will have less excuse for not putting in more job applications.
Its very hard for me to keep my mouth shut about his job situation. I think he is being lazy and doesn't want to spend the time filling out the damn applications after a day of work. Which I get. But then he bitches about how much he dislikes his job and the stupid things that he has to deal with all day--and it makes me stressed out. He's upset, I'm upset that he's upset, and then I'm pissed because if he would just PUT IN SOME APPS we would both feel like he is at least making an effort.
I think I might go make something good for dessert. That will help, right?
Always his,
HLA
My coughing is FINALLY coming to an end. I haven't had any cough syrup since Sunday, and I don't sound like a frog anymore.
Sir has noticed an improvement in the housekeeping, which makes me happy. He's been so stressed and bitchy about his job--and has been like this for MONTHS--but it is nice to get recognition for my extra effort. I figure if the house is cleaner, he will have less excuse for not putting in more job applications.
Its very hard for me to keep my mouth shut about his job situation. I think he is being lazy and doesn't want to spend the time filling out the damn applications after a day of work. Which I get. But then he bitches about how much he dislikes his job and the stupid things that he has to deal with all day--and it makes me stressed out. He's upset, I'm upset that he's upset, and then I'm pissed because if he would just PUT IN SOME APPS we would both feel like he is at least making an effort.
I think I might go make something good for dessert. That will help, right?
Always his,
HLA
Sunday, December 15, 2013
On Sir's Orders
I think all of our long conversations over the past few days have helped Sir's confidence immensely. He seems more relaxed at home and his Dommy side is coming out to play more. He takes good care of me. He was too tired to take my ass last night, so we caught up on our DVR stuff until I fell asleep. I woke up wrapped in three blankets on the couch, very warm and comfy, but figured since I was awake, I should head up to bed and not stay down here all night. Sir had turned on the electric blanket so the bed was nice and warm on my side.
I woke up snuggled against Sir's back and felt happier than I have in a long time. And then he woke up. And then he decided to mercilessly tease me with his fingers until I begged him to let me come--which he did--five times. Then he flipped me over and had his way with me (not that I was complaining) while he bit my neck and told me what a dirty girl I am.
"Put your robe on and go make breakfast." So I made breakfast wearing only my big fluffy robe. And some thick socks, as its cold.
I love the weekend.
HLA
I woke up snuggled against Sir's back and felt happier than I have in a long time. And then he woke up. And then he decided to mercilessly tease me with his fingers until I begged him to let me come--which he did--five times. Then he flipped me over and had his way with me (not that I was complaining) while he bit my neck and told me what a dirty girl I am.
"Put your robe on and go make breakfast." So I made breakfast wearing only my big fluffy robe. And some thick socks, as its cold.
I love the weekend.
HLA
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Christmas Cheer
Sir's holiday party for work was tonight, but the real show was the pre-party we had in the bedroom right before we left. I had just gotten out of the shower and finished blowdrying my hair when Sir beckoned me to the bed. He was sprawled out in just his robe, with the front ties hanging loose, revealing a peek of what was underneath.
Sir ordered me on my back, where he gave me an orgasm with my pink vibrator--which means--anal! Sure enough, after turning me into a puddle, Sir rolled out the medium sized butt plug and inserted it, then told me that he wanted me to think of something while he used my pussy.
"I want you to imagine what it would be like if you had two guys fucking you. What it would be like if they were discussing who would get your ass and who would get your pussy. What it would be like if they treated you like the fuck-holes you are. Just remember that only I get to fuck you in the ass. Your ass is mine."
The likelihood of Sir ever sharing me is pretty much nothing, so this imagining is pretty safe. It would be pretty hot, but I don't think I could ever be with another guy that way. Maybe a girl. Maybe. Highly doubtful, but it is more likely than a guy.
So after that, Sir told me that if I was lucky he would show me what it would feel like to have him in my ass and someone else in my pussy. I'm assuming he's referring to my mutantly large buttplug that we use as a dildo. Somebody is going to be sore in the morning. And I'm hoping it is me. :)
HLA
Sir ordered me on my back, where he gave me an orgasm with my pink vibrator--which means--anal! Sure enough, after turning me into a puddle, Sir rolled out the medium sized butt plug and inserted it, then told me that he wanted me to think of something while he used my pussy.
"I want you to imagine what it would be like if you had two guys fucking you. What it would be like if they were discussing who would get your ass and who would get your pussy. What it would be like if they treated you like the fuck-holes you are. Just remember that only I get to fuck you in the ass. Your ass is mine."
The likelihood of Sir ever sharing me is pretty much nothing, so this imagining is pretty safe. It would be pretty hot, but I don't think I could ever be with another guy that way. Maybe a girl. Maybe. Highly doubtful, but it is more likely than a guy.
So after that, Sir told me that if I was lucky he would show me what it would feel like to have him in my ass and someone else in my pussy. I'm assuming he's referring to my mutantly large buttplug that we use as a dildo. Somebody is going to be sore in the morning. And I'm hoping it is me. :)
HLA
Friday, December 13, 2013
Weekend To-Dos
This Saturday is overtime for me, so while I will be making a ton of money tomorrow, I will be away from Sir for most of the day. After I get off work, provided I can drive home in the snowy ice slush that is sure to be covering the roads, I have to get showered and prettied up for Sir's holiday party, and then we have to leave. Sir doesn't want to go, and I don't blame him, because the whole party is just a show for the boss to tell himself that he treats the employees well. Don't get me wrong, its been great. But this year they are doing a cash bar (which is just tacky for this) and probably skipping out on bonuses and gifts altogether. On top of generally treating their employees like shit, and not maintaining equipment (which could be a disaster if anything went wrong), nobody wants to go in the first place. Ugh. Rant over.
Sir took my out for dinner tonight, which was very nice. I miss spending time with him. Our work schedules don't line up much lately and we only have about an hour a night after dinner. I need to be dominated!!! I think he's getting frustrated that I need his Dommyness so much and he's not as *rawr* as I apparently am.
Time to spend time with Sir instead of you lovely people. :)
HLA
Sir took my out for dinner tonight, which was very nice. I miss spending time with him. Our work schedules don't line up much lately and we only have about an hour a night after dinner. I need to be dominated!!! I think he's getting frustrated that I need his Dommyness so much and he's not as *rawr* as I apparently am.
Time to spend time with Sir instead of you lovely people. :)
HLA
Saturday, December 7, 2013
When Life Gets In the Way
That's really my only excuse for not updating or reading in so long. A month!
Sir has been very unhappy lately at his job, and I think it is leaking over into everything else in his life. I remember how that feels, and I can't blame him. We recently put some expensive work into our house and have an extra monthly payment to make, on top of the fact that my car is only mostly reliable as a means of transport, and the fact that we had been aiming for January as the month I was going to go off of The Pill and see what happened. Money stresses, family stress, etc.
And Sir keeps telling me that he has never felt this close to me.
I feel like we are emotionally closer, but further apart sexually. I mean, I literally cannot remember the last time we had sex. I'm fairly certain that he tied me up, but the whole Dom/sub thing has fallen apart for the moment.
And I'm not sure that I miss it as much as I think I should. I still serve him every chance I get. I still follow orders, whether he knows they were orders or not. We just don't seem to have sex. Ever.
Going to open a bottle of wine and see what happens. Perhaps I can get Sir to come out and play again.
Sir has been very unhappy lately at his job, and I think it is leaking over into everything else in his life. I remember how that feels, and I can't blame him. We recently put some expensive work into our house and have an extra monthly payment to make, on top of the fact that my car is only mostly reliable as a means of transport, and the fact that we had been aiming for January as the month I was going to go off of The Pill and see what happened. Money stresses, family stress, etc.
And Sir keeps telling me that he has never felt this close to me.
I feel like we are emotionally closer, but further apart sexually. I mean, I literally cannot remember the last time we had sex. I'm fairly certain that he tied me up, but the whole Dom/sub thing has fallen apart for the moment.
And I'm not sure that I miss it as much as I think I should. I still serve him every chance I get. I still follow orders, whether he knows they were orders or not. We just don't seem to have sex. Ever.
Going to open a bottle of wine and see what happens. Perhaps I can get Sir to come out and play again.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Fantastic Friday
So after wearing my ben wa all day and doing one hour of butt plug practice, I was very excited for Sir to get home. We had to meet with someone at the house, so he couldn't maul me as soon as he got home, but he did make his wishes known. We are having some work done around the house and Sir had to show the guy the basement. After the guy was down there, Sir came back up and gestured for me to do something with my legs. The guy was all the way downstairs, unable to see or hear us. I was inititally confused, because I was wearing a short skirt and no underwear, I had been sitting with my legs firmly together. I thought that maybe I was sitting inappropriately and Sir wanted me to adjust my position. He finally rolled his eyes and came up a few more steps, whispering that I needed to "spread your legs right fucking now." Sir doesn't use the F word. Ever. I did as he asked and he said "good girl," then went back downstairs like nothing happened.
Very hot. Hot Hot Hot. I like exhibition without any real chance of getting caught.
After the guy left, Sir told me to lay down on the couch before making dinner. He hiked my skirt up and told me to close my eyes. I felt him doing something to my inner thigh, and when he told me to open my eyes, I found writing on my leg. I BELONG TO SIR was written in Sharpie on my inner thigh, along with arrows to my pussy and ass. I like it.
I made the menu for the weekend especially for Sir, since I figured that he had things planned for me that I would enjoy. I made him a really spectacular shrimp pasta dish (I think it is one of the best things I have ever made), and then the fun began. He ordered me to wear my butt plug again and then we watched a movie and slowly got drunk. After the movie was over, he told me to take off my clothes, except my bra, and brought down my collar. I was wearing a black bra, and the black leather collar and clamps looked very nice together. He asked me what I was (Sir's dirty slut), what my purpose was (to please Sir), and all kinds of other things.
Then he brought out the pink vibrator. Keep in mind that I was borderline cumming all day because of the balls and the butt plugs and the anticipation. So Sir brings out the pink vibrator, which means butt sex later, and began to reward me in advance/warm me up. After a minute or two (that thing works FAST), I asked for and received permission to cum. I exploded. Like, porno screaming, full on moaning, feeling fucking fantastic. And Sir kept holding the vibrator right there. And holding it there. And I kept cumming. Again. And again. And again. I think it was seriously like five minutes. Finally, I managed to push his hand away because I thought I was going to pass out. He just smiled. I think I have an addiction...
Always His,
HLA
Very hot. Hot Hot Hot. I like exhibition without any real chance of getting caught.
After the guy left, Sir told me to lay down on the couch before making dinner. He hiked my skirt up and told me to close my eyes. I felt him doing something to my inner thigh, and when he told me to open my eyes, I found writing on my leg. I BELONG TO SIR was written in Sharpie on my inner thigh, along with arrows to my pussy and ass. I like it.
I made the menu for the weekend especially for Sir, since I figured that he had things planned for me that I would enjoy. I made him a really spectacular shrimp pasta dish (I think it is one of the best things I have ever made), and then the fun began. He ordered me to wear my butt plug again and then we watched a movie and slowly got drunk. After the movie was over, he told me to take off my clothes, except my bra, and brought down my collar. I was wearing a black bra, and the black leather collar and clamps looked very nice together. He asked me what I was (Sir's dirty slut), what my purpose was (to please Sir), and all kinds of other things.
Then he brought out the pink vibrator. Keep in mind that I was borderline cumming all day because of the balls and the butt plugs and the anticipation. So Sir brings out the pink vibrator, which means butt sex later, and began to reward me in advance/warm me up. After a minute or two (that thing works FAST), I asked for and received permission to cum. I exploded. Like, porno screaming, full on moaning, feeling fucking fantastic. And Sir kept holding the vibrator right there. And holding it there. And I kept cumming. Again. And again. And again. I think it was seriously like five minutes. Finally, I managed to push his hand away because I thought I was going to pass out. He just smiled. I think I have an addiction...
Always His,
HLA
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Weekend's Over
I think Sir and I just needed a weekend together to get things sorted out. Hopefully, my prepping dinner ingredients will save time and help him to not be so stressed about eating at a decent hour. He is still depressed about his job, but I think he is finally getting the idea that he needs to seriously just get out and go elsewhere.
On the D/s side of things, I think I need him to be more Dommy. All the time. About everything. I think the D/s has become a real part of our relationship and it hasn't been as apparent in the last week because of everything else going on. I tried upping my own contributions, calling him Sir more often in text messages and generally deferring more to him. I have offered service more often, asking if he wants more coffee or a snack, or dessert, or whatever it might be. I have been more aware of his needs, I guess. It makes me feel better to be able to make him feel pampered.
Today was the first night of our attempted healthier eating. We had fish, steamed broccoli, grean beans, and I made crab stuffed mushrooms as a sort of appetizer. It was delicious, and I ate more vegetables tonight than I have in a long time. I also prepped some apple slices and carrots for my snacks this week, along with some ranch sauce for the carrots. I figure the carrots have little to no calories, so I can have a little sauce to choke them down with.
My new job is fantastic. I am actually still a little excited to go in tomorrow. It still seems unreal that I can have a job where I don't have fanstasies about the building going up in flames (at night, when there is no one in there). Bonus points: I've lost about four pounds since quitting Helljob. Probably from the lack of stress and crushing depression.
Hopefully I can get Sir feeling better in general. He seems to just be kind of BLAH all the time and its very sad.
Always his,
HLA
On the D/s side of things, I think I need him to be more Dommy. All the time. About everything. I think the D/s has become a real part of our relationship and it hasn't been as apparent in the last week because of everything else going on. I tried upping my own contributions, calling him Sir more often in text messages and generally deferring more to him. I have offered service more often, asking if he wants more coffee or a snack, or dessert, or whatever it might be. I have been more aware of his needs, I guess. It makes me feel better to be able to make him feel pampered.
Today was the first night of our attempted healthier eating. We had fish, steamed broccoli, grean beans, and I made crab stuffed mushrooms as a sort of appetizer. It was delicious, and I ate more vegetables tonight than I have in a long time. I also prepped some apple slices and carrots for my snacks this week, along with some ranch sauce for the carrots. I figure the carrots have little to no calories, so I can have a little sauce to choke them down with.
My new job is fantastic. I am actually still a little excited to go in tomorrow. It still seems unreal that I can have a job where I don't have fanstasies about the building going up in flames (at night, when there is no one in there). Bonus points: I've lost about four pounds since quitting Helljob. Probably from the lack of stress and crushing depression.
Hopefully I can get Sir feeling better in general. He seems to just be kind of BLAH all the time and its very sad.
Always his,
HLA
Sunday, September 1, 2013
My Promises to Sir
Here is an updated and slightly more formalized version of His Lady's rules and protocols. After doing some research and having conversations with Sir about what he expects, I have drafted this new version of my rules and protocols.
I, His Lady, shall endeavor to uphold these expectations as a sign of my love and support for Sir. I will strive to follow His directions always and to always remember that I do these things for Him and for myself.
I, His Lady, shall endeavor to uphold these expectations as a sign of my love and support for Sir. I will strive to follow His directions always and to always remember that I do these things for Him and for myself.
General Rules:
- Always remember that Sir prefers a positive attitude. Discuss any negative feelings with Him and try to resolve them immediately.
- No more F bombs. Even if I am by myself. (exception: use of a sexual nature)
- Do not be bitchy for no apparent reason. Do not take bitchiness out on Sir. Do not use any negative nicknames in reference to Sir.
- Spend less time on electronic devices.
- Blog once a day (at least).
- Prep Sir's coffee each night before bed.
- Ask Sir if he has any requests for the day (wearing Ben Wa ball, completing a task, etc.)
- Communicate my needs to Sir in a positive way. "I would like it if..." rather than "I want..."
- Follow workout schedule, unless illness or unavoidable circumstance prevents this. Try to complete workout in the morning before work.
- Take vitamins every day after dinner.
- Two snacks allowed each day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. (I have a problem with grazing. I also have hypothyroidism and trouble losing weight. I also really like food.)
- Add more vegetables and fruits to diet, possibly as snacks.
- Make an effort to vary the weekly menu.
- Weight loss goal: get my BMI to the outer edge of the healthy category. Lose 30 pounds.
- Keep the checkbook updated.
- Spending of more than $15 on personal "splurges" must get permission from Sir before purchase.
- Make sure all bills are paid on time. Develop and enact a better system to organize bills.
- Wake up with Sir each day and make His breakfast before completing daily workout.
- Make Sir's lunch if He requests.
- Make the weekly menu and shopping list on Friday evenings.
- Cook dinner each night, endeavoring to make these healthy and satisfying meals.
- Present Sir with his coffee each morning before breakfast.
- Complete laundry on weekends, including folding and putting it away.
- Keep the kitchen clean while I cook--Sir helps me clean, but make it easier on us both.
- Clean the litter box each morning.
- I will have a positive attitude each day.
- I will not allow stupid things to negatively impact my attitude.
- Keep nails trimmed and polished to avoid picking at imperpections.
- Shave and trim as needed.
- Give myself a pedicure once a month (minimum).
- Complete bedtime ritual nightly. This includes washing face, applying creams, brushing teeth, flossing, using mouthwash, and brushing out hair.
- Remember that I am a symbol of Sir and should comport myself as such.
- Wear a skirt at least once a week.
- Sir does not believe in punishment as such, but will consider witholding sex, sexual release, my ability to serve Him, or anything else as a viable alternative.
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
Thursday, August 1, 2013
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
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Taking care of myself
I had a doctor's appointment the other day. I haven't been to a regular doctor since I was little (my mom thinks check-ups are stupid) but I needed a refill for my thyroid medicine and had some questions that I wanted to ask a regular general doctor.
She ordered a ton of blood tests to check my thyroid levels and some other stuff to get a baseline for me. I'm really mostly concerned about my thyroid because over the past year, my hair has thinned noticeably. Sir has considered taking me to one of those laser hair places because it makes me so uncomfortable. My hair used to be so thick that if I didn't blow dry it, it wouldn't dry for a whole day. Now, I can air dry it for ten minutes and it is almost dry. So I have to go in soon and get the blood drawn so we can get to work on my thyroid.
Sir has been exhausted for several days now, so I have no sexy time reports. We haven't had a day off together for a while now so that is probably contributing as well. I've been trying to take special care of him and we will have some time this weekend, so I have good feelings about that.
I was on Submissive Guide the other day and there was an article about making your own mantra. So here is mine. I am a positive and motivated person who is working toward a better me!
Here are some more days of kink for you!
Day 23: Since getting into kink, how have your interests/perspectives changed?
I am more willing to try new things in general. Foods, movies, activities--I feel more free, I guess.
Day 24: Qualities I look for in a partner:
Caring, trustworthy, honest. My Sir is a very good match for me. Good thing we are married to each other.
Day 25: How open are you about your kinks?
Not at all open with my family. Imagine a door, sealed with duct tape, backed by a cement wall. That's the mental image I get. The door that leads to my professional life is closed, but you can see light around the edges. Probably all the women at work have read Fifty Shades, and several more enjoy the Bared to You series--and the discussion of any future movies and who should play the male leads is as far as we go. The door that leads to Sir is cracked, and gets a little more open every day. He is still getting used to this, but I haven't scared him off so far.
Off to clean/shop/watch TV and do nothing. Wish me luck!
Always his,
HLA
She ordered a ton of blood tests to check my thyroid levels and some other stuff to get a baseline for me. I'm really mostly concerned about my thyroid because over the past year, my hair has thinned noticeably. Sir has considered taking me to one of those laser hair places because it makes me so uncomfortable. My hair used to be so thick that if I didn't blow dry it, it wouldn't dry for a whole day. Now, I can air dry it for ten minutes and it is almost dry. So I have to go in soon and get the blood drawn so we can get to work on my thyroid.
Sir has been exhausted for several days now, so I have no sexy time reports. We haven't had a day off together for a while now so that is probably contributing as well. I've been trying to take special care of him and we will have some time this weekend, so I have good feelings about that.
I was on Submissive Guide the other day and there was an article about making your own mantra. So here is mine. I am a positive and motivated person who is working toward a better me!
Here are some more days of kink for you!
Day 23: Since getting into kink, how have your interests/perspectives changed?
I am more willing to try new things in general. Foods, movies, activities--I feel more free, I guess.
Day 24: Qualities I look for in a partner:
Caring, trustworthy, honest. My Sir is a very good match for me. Good thing we are married to each other.
Day 25: How open are you about your kinks?
Not at all open with my family. Imagine a door, sealed with duct tape, backed by a cement wall. That's the mental image I get. The door that leads to my professional life is closed, but you can see light around the edges. Probably all the women at work have read Fifty Shades, and several more enjoy the Bared to You series--and the discussion of any future movies and who should play the male leads is as far as we go. The door that leads to Sir is cracked, and gets a little more open every day. He is still getting used to this, but I haven't scared him off so far.
Off to clean/shop/watch TV and do nothing. Wish me luck!
Always his,
HLA
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Sir comes out to play...and more days of kink
So I've been focusing more on Sir's "man candy" lately. It makes him very happy, and then he makes me happy. Several times. Anyway. I was enjoying my Sir lollipop last night when he totally took charge and pinned me to the bed, played with my plugs, and wondered out loud what would happen if he came in my mouth and made me swallow it. *sub swoon* We ended up trying a new position and he didn't quite make it to my mouth in time, but the whole encounter was super exciting. He isn't usually that forceful, and I could tell he was greatly enjoying it. Which made me happy, because I love it when he takes control.
Onto the 30 days...
Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting fantasy.
Hmmm. I can tell you it would involve nipple clamps (although I've never tried them, they are on my list of things to try), being tied up, possibly a flogger or a paddle of some kind (also on my must-try list), and basically being "kidnapped" for the weekend. For Sir to use me whenever he wants, focusing on whatever he wants me to do.
Day 7: Favorite toy?
Mine would probably be my good old vibrator. Sir likes to play with it and torture me everywhere. He also likes to give me a "threesome" with the vibrator.
Day 8: Kinky image I find erotic.
Simple but effective. Sir likes that style of nylons also.
Day 9: Kink related song/music video I enjoy.
Lace and Leather by Britney Spears. I can't really think of any others at this moment. That song makes me feel sexy though.
Day 10: Hard Limits
Scat play. Water sports. Needles. Fire play. An actual whip. Again, since I'm still getting my bearings, not sure what the options even are, let alone which ones I would never do. I feel like I would be open to anything that doesn't leave a gaping, open wound.
******
Sir and I were talking about my blog last night and cleared some things up. He understands the urges but didn't understand why it came on so fast. Well, I'm an impatient person, for one. Everything I do is fast. Also, as I explained to him, it was like I had a halleluia moment and finally figured out a huge part of my personality, especially as it relates to us as a couple. Everything started to click, like a giant sun illuminated my sex life. A bit dramatic, but there you go. As though the goddess Aurora had brought my dawn. Sorry. Melodrama.
So he gets it, understands it, and seems to really enjoy it, judging from last night. I feel like our relationship has always been this way, unofficially. It feels good to have a name for it.
Always His,
HLA
Onto the 30 days...
Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting fantasy.
Hmmm. I can tell you it would involve nipple clamps (although I've never tried them, they are on my list of things to try), being tied up, possibly a flogger or a paddle of some kind (also on my must-try list), and basically being "kidnapped" for the weekend. For Sir to use me whenever he wants, focusing on whatever he wants me to do.
Day 7: Favorite toy?
Mine would probably be my good old vibrator. Sir likes to play with it and torture me everywhere. He also likes to give me a "threesome" with the vibrator.
Day 8: Kinky image I find erotic.
Simple but effective. Sir likes that style of nylons also.
Day 9: Kink related song/music video I enjoy.
Lace and Leather by Britney Spears. I can't really think of any others at this moment. That song makes me feel sexy though.
Day 10: Hard Limits
Scat play. Water sports. Needles. Fire play. An actual whip. Again, since I'm still getting my bearings, not sure what the options even are, let alone which ones I would never do. I feel like I would be open to anything that doesn't leave a gaping, open wound.
******
Sir and I were talking about my blog last night and cleared some things up. He understands the urges but didn't understand why it came on so fast. Well, I'm an impatient person, for one. Everything I do is fast. Also, as I explained to him, it was like I had a halleluia moment and finally figured out a huge part of my personality, especially as it relates to us as a couple. Everything started to click, like a giant sun illuminated my sex life. A bit dramatic, but there you go. As though the goddess Aurora had brought my dawn. Sorry. Melodrama.
So he gets it, understands it, and seems to really enjoy it, judging from last night. I feel like our relationship has always been this way, unofficially. It feels good to have a name for it.
Always His,
HLA
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