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
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