I hate to admit it, but I’m afraid.
See, a few weeks back, Sir and I were having a random conversation about spanking, whipping, and caning, in which He said something along the lines of, “I’m so going to make you safe word.” (Daddy so does not say say the word “so”).
Every once in awhile, I get an email from a reader looking for advice, and often times it’s about how to ask for D/s or add some BDSM to the bedroom. While I’m not necessarily an expert, I’ll offer my advice when I can.
It’s not kink.
It’s not a man with an Alpha gene.
It’s trust. Pure and simple.
A dear friend of mine is struggling in her marriage. Recently separated, but still together, it’s almost painful to watch what they’re doing to each other.
I don’t normally post personal stories of my sex life, but this experience was fantastic, so I thought I’d share it.
Christmas night M went out with his boys, leaving me at home to play with my wand by myself. He left around 11 and by 2, I had at least five orgasms and sent him dirty pics all night. Shorty after 2, I got a message that he’d be home soon… I got up and put on a garter, my stockings with the bows on the back (a left over from an Alice in Wonderland costume I wore a few years back) and a blue nightie.