Sir woke me up with sex this morning, followed by an order to wear my ben wa balls, followed by a a few hours out doing whatever, followed by coming home to more sex. I was told to wear something more "appropriate" for a night of sexy time, so I put on one of my fancy nightgowns...and no underwear. Sir made me wear my collar for a few hours and tried putting the nipple clamps on my lady bits...which was disturbingly nice. I don't like the pinching feeling I got when he pulled them off, rather than unclamping them, but it was nice. I'm not going to lie.
This evening's activities include a bottle of wine and a movie...and probably some back door fun, if Sir gets his way and things cooperate.
I'm looking forward to it.
Always his,
HLA
Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Friday
Sir is very down about his job search. He has had several interviews that he says went very well, but he hasn't heard back about them. He is very depressed, and I am kind of dreading his reaction if he doesn't get a call back about this round of interviews. He doesn't want to travel for his current job, and is very upset that he might have to if he doesn't have another job lined up. It makes me sad that I can't help him more than I am. I helped him redo his resume, I have helped with cover letters, we have practiced interviews, I have boosted his ego as much as I can (he has a tendency to think the worst sometimes), but nothing has come of it.
In slightly cheerier news, I have made small, baby steps toward being more active and more healthy. I have walked on the treadmill three times this week, and done arm workouts while I walk. I have brought my lunch every day this week, instead of "forgetting" and running down to the deli on lunch. This is both cheaper (bonus) and healthier. Sir and I also went on a walk earlier in the week, since it was rather nice out.
He wanted to go out tonight, but since we are going out tomorrow with family, he decided we would stay in. I have a great dinner planned tonight-nothing fancy, but something he really likes. He has been really NOT in the mood for sexy time over the past...month...or two...and I am hoping to break that cycle as well. Dinner tonight, maybe we can watch one of the movies we got recently, and I am definitely breaking into the wine stash.
Operation Seduction of Sir has begun. Operation Cheer Sir Up is also in motion. Wish me luck.
Always His,
HLA
In slightly cheerier news, I have made small, baby steps toward being more active and more healthy. I have walked on the treadmill three times this week, and done arm workouts while I walk. I have brought my lunch every day this week, instead of "forgetting" and running down to the deli on lunch. This is both cheaper (bonus) and healthier. Sir and I also went on a walk earlier in the week, since it was rather nice out.
He wanted to go out tonight, but since we are going out tomorrow with family, he decided we would stay in. I have a great dinner planned tonight-nothing fancy, but something he really likes. He has been really NOT in the mood for sexy time over the past...month...or two...and I am hoping to break that cycle as well. Dinner tonight, maybe we can watch one of the movies we got recently, and I am definitely breaking into the wine stash.
Operation Seduction of Sir has begun. Operation Cheer Sir Up is also in motion. Wish me luck.
Always His,
HLA
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Sorely Used
So last night, after finishing my blog post, I asked Sir if we could move the couch so that we could cuddle and watch the movie. He said yes, so we moved the couch and refilled the wine glasses. After a while, I laid down and put my head in his lap, and he put his arm around me as we watched the movie.
And then my third glass of wine kicked in (we had been sipping for nearly two hours), and I started stroking him and sucking him. He seemed cool with it and was trying not to moan and stuff. Got to keep up that Dominant persona. Can't be melting all over your sub. Ha.
So when I stopped for a moment because my free hand was smushed under his leg, he grabbed my hand and said "I didn't say stop." At some point during the movie (LA Confidential), the cops are roughing up some guys and me, being drunk, began a discussion on why they were getting beat up. That led to a discussion about why they use phone books, and Sir informed me that they don't leave bruises because of the way the force is distributed.
So then I said I didn't get it, didn't believe him, so Sir dug out a phone book and attempted to explain that the force is distributed over the whole surface, etc. And then, since I am a dirty, dirty slut, I wanted him to show me. So he lightly smacked my arm, which was not a good enough test. And then, inevitably, he ended up smacking my ass with the phone book. Hard. And he was right. No bruise today.
So anyway, after our phone book experiment, we went back to the couch and continued our movie. And then I started sucking Sir off, and we ended up 69ing on the living room floor. Sir ran upstairs at one point to get my vibrator because he is obsessed with getting me to squirt, so then he tortured me with that and made me come four times in a row, followed by very rough sex wherein I came another 4 times...didn't squirt though. At some point, he murmured in my ear that I was his dirty whore and he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. Mission accomplished. My lady bits are very sore today. Its wonderful.
Happy Sunday.
Always his,
HLA
And then my third glass of wine kicked in (we had been sipping for nearly two hours), and I started stroking him and sucking him. He seemed cool with it and was trying not to moan and stuff. Got to keep up that Dominant persona. Can't be melting all over your sub. Ha.
So when I stopped for a moment because my free hand was smushed under his leg, he grabbed my hand and said "I didn't say stop." At some point during the movie (LA Confidential), the cops are roughing up some guys and me, being drunk, began a discussion on why they were getting beat up. That led to a discussion about why they use phone books, and Sir informed me that they don't leave bruises because of the way the force is distributed.
So then I said I didn't get it, didn't believe him, so Sir dug out a phone book and attempted to explain that the force is distributed over the whole surface, etc. And then, since I am a dirty, dirty slut, I wanted him to show me. So he lightly smacked my arm, which was not a good enough test. And then, inevitably, he ended up smacking my ass with the phone book. Hard. And he was right. No bruise today.
So anyway, after our phone book experiment, we went back to the couch and continued our movie. And then I started sucking Sir off, and we ended up 69ing on the living room floor. Sir ran upstairs at one point to get my vibrator because he is obsessed with getting me to squirt, so then he tortured me with that and made me come four times in a row, followed by very rough sex wherein I came another 4 times...didn't squirt though. At some point, he murmured in my ear that I was his dirty whore and he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. Mission accomplished. My lady bits are very sore today. Its wonderful.
Happy Sunday.
Always his,
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, June 29, 2013
Just when I find something good...
I heard about this blog-disaster letter going around. I didn't have an email, but I don't have ads on my page either. Just when I finally get into this whole blogging thing, everyone freaks out and considers shutting down their stuff. Hoping for the best.
Yesterday, Sir and I had a 'discussion' of sorts. He had a long day at work, and was very cranky all day. He texted me a few times saying he needed to change his attitude. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for a little scening, and proceeded to dress a little skanky in a short skirt and revealing shirt. He got home and completely ignored it, which was odd because he loves when I wear skirts. I was hurt, because I immediately thought the worst: I had freaked him out with my new interest in D/s and he was shutting down. Or I was fat. So I got all pissy and cranky, which didn't add to his mood. After a long discussion, we determined that I just have really bad timing.
He is not creeped out or anything by the D/s stuff (score!). He was just exhausted and that was the last thing on his mind. I also realized that maybe I am so "fervent" (his words) about this stuff because I was sexually repressed for like my whole life. Now that something makes sense, is fun, and makes me feel good about myself, I want it all the time. At the start of our relationship, he was the one who wanted it all the time. I refused, taking baby steps into the normal teenage world of kissing and making out. Sir is my first and only sexual partner, for the record. I was so behind in learning 'the basics' of a relationship that the idea of anything more than kissing was almost panic-inducing. It was dirty, whorish, something to be guilty about. But I liked it. Did that mean that I was dirty and whorish?
This is a good segue into Day 11 of the 30 days of kink. The ethics of kink. As long as all parties are of age, sound mind, and want to be involved in the kink, I say go for it! Certain safety precautions should be taken, depending on how far into the kink the parties will go, but as long as everyone is cool with it, why not? If I want to be hung upside down and spanked while someone shoves their penis in my mouth, who has the right to tell me no? Not that I would enjoy that. Not at all. *shifty eyes*
Sir and I are both off tomorrow. We are currently working through a bottle of Pinot Grigio (which is much better than I thought it would be), and I am definitely hoping for some cuddling and maybe some spanking. I am trying to think of a way to ask him to spank me with something other than his hand. Like a paddle or something. He doesn't like to hurt me, which is sweet in general, but really irritating when we are in the moment and I really want him to smack my ass with something that will hurt. I'll let you know how it goes.
Always his,
HLA
Yesterday, Sir and I had a 'discussion' of sorts. He had a long day at work, and was very cranky all day. He texted me a few times saying he needed to change his attitude. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for a little scening, and proceeded to dress a little skanky in a short skirt and revealing shirt. He got home and completely ignored it, which was odd because he loves when I wear skirts. I was hurt, because I immediately thought the worst: I had freaked him out with my new interest in D/s and he was shutting down. Or I was fat. So I got all pissy and cranky, which didn't add to his mood. After a long discussion, we determined that I just have really bad timing.
He is not creeped out or anything by the D/s stuff (score!). He was just exhausted and that was the last thing on his mind. I also realized that maybe I am so "fervent" (his words) about this stuff because I was sexually repressed for like my whole life. Now that something makes sense, is fun, and makes me feel good about myself, I want it all the time. At the start of our relationship, he was the one who wanted it all the time. I refused, taking baby steps into the normal teenage world of kissing and making out. Sir is my first and only sexual partner, for the record. I was so behind in learning 'the basics' of a relationship that the idea of anything more than kissing was almost panic-inducing. It was dirty, whorish, something to be guilty about. But I liked it. Did that mean that I was dirty and whorish?
This is a good segue into Day 11 of the 30 days of kink. The ethics of kink. As long as all parties are of age, sound mind, and want to be involved in the kink, I say go for it! Certain safety precautions should be taken, depending on how far into the kink the parties will go, but as long as everyone is cool with it, why not? If I want to be hung upside down and spanked while someone shoves their penis in my mouth, who has the right to tell me no? Not that I would enjoy that. Not at all. *shifty eyes*
Sir and I are both off tomorrow. We are currently working through a bottle of Pinot Grigio (which is much better than I thought it would be), and I am definitely hoping for some cuddling and maybe some spanking. I am trying to think of a way to ask him to spank me with something other than his hand. Like a paddle or something. He doesn't like to hurt me, which is sweet in general, but really irritating when we are in the moment and I really want him to smack my ass with something that will hurt. I'll let you know how it goes.
Always his,
HLA
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