Our Sunday Marriage Talk was put off until quite late in the evening, which is, first off, never a good thing. We have a tendency to be at our crabbiest and things are more likely to go awry. I honestly didn’t forsee things going south, but it didn’t take long for revisiting our D/s rules…
A few weeks ago it was a forgotten “no panties” Friday. Last week it was two forgotten receipts. These are things I’m supposed to do, per our D/s agreement. And, per our D/s agreement, if I don’t, He’s supposed to do something about it. Recently, the punishments have involved a wooden spoon with holes in it. It…
So our house sale fell through, for a second fucking time. We haven’t had sex in, like, 2 weeks, and our Saturday belongs to youth soccer. Conditions are not ripe for “re-connection,” and I’m sort of dreading Sunday’s “Marriage Talk,” as He’s been alluding to it all week (We’ll talk about it Sunday…). Might as…
I don’t write about our life enough. I mean…if stories really do matter, as I propose, then I should probably be letting you into mine more often. What kind of blogging role model am I being if I don’t. I think the worry is that I must polish everything that I write and offer my…
I’ve been pretty off my game lately. The move, going back to work…all of it has had me back-asswards and stressed out. And it has definitely, just like Mr. D suspected it would, gotten me off my D/s game and squashed my sex drive. This weekend, Mr. D woke me up in the dead of…
