I waited quite awhile for Vanessa to fetch Karl. I heard the sound of chains being dropped or dragged from the direction of her bathroom, and eventually Vanessa appeared, with Karl crawling behind her, head looking down at the floor. He was fully dressed in the clothes he had arrived in, and except for a rather raw looking area on the back of his neck, I couldn't tell what kind of shape he was in. He crawled to my feet, kissed my shoes, and I told him to properly thank Vanessa, which he did by mumbling "Thank you, Mistress Vanessa" and kissed her bare feet.
Vanessa smiled and said "You're very welcome. I look forward to the next time." She gave me a hug and I told Karl to stand up as we left for the car. He was very unsteady on his feet, evidently having spent the whole day on his knees, and I could now tell how exhausted he looked. Once in the car - I was driving - I told him to just relax and we'd talk later, and all he said was "Is there really going to be a "next time"? I just chuckled and said "Later, we'll talk later."
When we arrived home, I told him to take a long, hot shower and to meet me in the living room, naked. I wanted to take a look at his body to determine what, if any, damage had been done by Vanessa's tools of "incentive". Then I did something I rarely do and made strong drinks for both of us. That's usually Karl's job, but I felt I could make an exception in this case. When he finally arrived, I had him turn around several times so that I could examine his body, and then bade him to sit at my feet and enjoy his drink while we talked. I observed that his ass was very red in general, and there were whip or crop stripes and marks on his ass, legs and back. Not deep, and not bloody, but definitely still visible. I assured him that he could speak freely, that he was no longer in slave mode, and that I wanted to hear his version of the day.
He told me about the rules that Vanessa had laid down, and how she had "helped" him to keep his head down. "She brought out this very heavy, very old slave collar which was evidently part of her collection of slave related items. She put it on my neck, locked it, and attached a serious looking chain to the front of it. We were in the kitchen, and that was when I noticed a large ball - iron I'd guess - sitting on the floor. It looked like the sort of ball that they used to attach to chain gang convicts to keep them from running away. She led me to the ball and attached the chain to it. The damned thing was really heavy, and I couldn't raise my head more than a couple of feet - or less - with that thing attached to my collar. I spent pretty much the whole day attached to that ball, and when I needed to move from one spot to another, I had to help it along with my hands, which was pretty hard to do since she then shackled my wrists together about a foot apart with another wicked looking pair of old looking shackles."
I'd seen Vanessa's collection of slave items, and I had a good mental picture of how daunting it must have been for Karl to be decked out in such finery. At least she'd kept his ankles free to move around, but that would have been necessary to allow him to crawl from spot to spot as he scrubbed her floors. "I scrubbed as hard and fast as I could, but it was never hard and fast enough for her. She used a crop on me and eventually changed to a short whip which hurt like hell, and she did plenty of yelling every time I collapsed in exhaustion. The few times I was prone on the floor, sweating like a pig, she'd reach down and grab my balls, slowly squeezing until I got started scrubbing again. She'd laugh and say "No rest for my white slave. You better keep your African Queen happy". Then it would start over again, and again."
Yes, Vanessa had really been into it. After she ate lunch and had Karl eat off the floor, she moved him into the living room where she gave him a "rest" by having him worship then paint her toes, as she'd described to me. This was when she had some of her "fun" with Karl, an interlude she hadn't mentioned to me. He was still attached to the ball, painting her toes, when she said she was getting a little warm. In Karl's words "I could hear her doing something with her clothes. She said she needed some air on her body and told me not to dare look up. Then she gave me a running commentary as she removed her blouse and dropped it on the floor next to me. She said "There, that feels better", then her bra followed, as she let out sighs, and told me she was rubbing her tits while I did her toes. Lots of "mmms" and little growls as she played with herself. I didn't glance up, but I sure knew she was having fun."
When Karl finished her toes, she asked him if he'd like to be freed from his chain and ball to look up and see her tits. He said "Whatever you wish, Mistress" like a good slave should, but Vanessa said she wanted a "yes or no" answer. "I didn't know what to say" explained Karl. "I figured that if I answered "no" she'd get mad, but if I said "yes" she might also get mad, but it seemed the safest thing to do was say "yes" rather than risk insulting her by saying I didn't want to see her tits. In the end, I said "yes". She laughed and continued to rub herself, saying "Yes, I bet you would. They're beautiful tits, worthy of a black Goddess, but you're just a lowly slave. You'll have to earn the right to look at my tits." Then she stood up, reached down and unlocked my neck chain, turned around and said "I might let you see my tits if you kiss my ass properly. Raise your head."
Karl did so and found himself looking directly at Vanessa's ass, still covered by her pants. She jammed it backwards into Karl's face and said "Kiss it! Kiss it until I tell you to stop. And I better feel the passion!"
"Hold it there," I said to Karl. "Let me see if I have this right. Vanessa is standing up, you're still on your knees, but your head is now even with her ass. She's naked from the waist up, and she's just jammed her still clothed ass into your face and told you to kiss it with passion. And all this is supposedly to see if you can look at her tits."
"Yes, that's right," said Karl.
"Did you really want to look at her tits?" I asked. "Tell me the truth."
"All I was thinking about was what I had to do to please her and avoid punishment. I'd already been cropped and whipped and yelled at and had my balls squeezed. I don't need to look at any tits besides yours, but I was in a position where if I refused to do what she said, I'd undoubtedly have been made to suffer for it. Her ass wasn't bare, it didn't feel at all sexual, and neither would looking at her tits if it came to that. I just wanted to avoid more pain."
I had another question, a big one, but I decided to hold it for later, and instead asked what happened next. "I kissed her ass," said Karl. "She was still playing with her own tits, evidently, and I could hear her "happy" noises as I kissed and kissed her ass for what seemed like a long time. But I guess I wasn't passionate enough, because she suddenly pulled away, and told me to get my head back down to the floor. She reattached the chain to the ball and told me that I hadn't earned the right to look at her tits. Not even close. Then she berated me for not showing the proper excitement at being allowed to kiss her ass, and used her whip on my back as punishment. Then she rode me like a horse into the bathroom and continued to sit on my back and used the crop on my legs to spur me on. More collapsing, more ball squeezing, more whipping and yelling, and so on until you arrived."
Wow, I thought. Not exactly what I'd pictured when all this "lending" stuff began. But then, I really hadn't pictured anything specific, as it was basically an experiment. I knew I needed time to absorb all I'd heard, but I did have that one big question for Karl, so I asked it.
"Karl, what would you have done if Vanessa's ass had been bare when she stuck it in your face, and she told you to use your tongue to worship it, inside and out?"
Karl didn't hesitate. "No way I would have done that. I guess I'd be a lot more black and blue, but so be it. That sort of thing is reserved for you, and only you."
I must admit that I felt a few tears in my usually hard eyes, and a huge feeling of relief that it hadn't come to that. I think I always knew that Karl wouldn't have done anything really sexual with Vanessa, and although I was intrigued to put him to the lose-lose test, I now had my answer without Karl having to suffer by refusing Vanessa. Maybe I'm getting soft in my old age, but that's the way I feel, and I have serious doubts about putting him in that sort of position again.
Karl asked me once more if there were going to be a next time. I just smiled and said "We'll see. Now get us another drink". After all, I'm not THAT soft. Let him wonder.
I welcome your comments.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
LENDING KARL OUT: Results, Part Two
When I arrived at Vanessa's house to pick up Karl, I was feeling quite nervous. I didn't really have any idea what had happened all day or whether or not I'd be happy with the results. I'd pictured so many different scenarios that I'd tired my brain out and was wondering if the whole idea of lending Karl out was really worth all the mental gyrations I was going through. As often happens, the reality of what seemed an intriguing idea was not as I'd expected it to be. This was supposed to take pressure off of me, not put it on, and I was annoyed at myself for feeling nervous. So I gathered myself, calmed down, and knocked on Vanessa's door.
She let me in, dressed the same as she'd been in the morning, except that she was barefoot. I asked her how it had gone, and she said "Fine. Karl's just finishing up with the bathroom floor, so why don't we sit in the living room and have us a little chat while we're waiting." I really wanted to see Karl, but I also wanted to hear what Vanessa had to say, so off we went to the living room.
Vanessa and I are best friends, but we both loved to tease each other, and I knew that she knew how curious I was, and I knew that she was going to draw this out as much as possible just to drive me crazy. So after putting up with her asking me how MY day was, and insisting on specifics, I finally just looked at her and said "Okay Vanessa, now let's have the story you know I'm waiting to hear. Stop goofing around and tell me everything that happened."
She laughed and said "All right, sweetie, here's how it all went down. Except I'm not gonna tell you everything 'cause I'm sure you'll be asking Karl about all this later, and some of this is stuff that he should tell you. So I'll give you the general outline and he can fill in the blanks."
And so she did. Here's the gist of what she had to say, and I'll write it as a narrative because I'd never be able to do justice to Vanessa's street-wise jargon. She began by saying that she'd decided to have Karl work on her kitchen and bathroom floors. Both were tiled and the tiles had plenty of accumulated dirt on the grout between each tile. That stuff is a bitch to get off, and Vanessa knew it would be a worthy challenge for her "slave of the day".
She had bought all sorts of cleaning stuff, including stiff brushes, packaged tile cleaners, rags for wiping and drying and a bucket for water. What she didn't have to buy were the various chains and shackles that she already had in her collection, along with a generous assortment of crops, whips and canes, many of which she expected to use as "motivation" for Karl. Vanessa was clearly into her plantation overseer role, and she fully planned to work Karl's white ass off.
She went on to say that she'd started Karl out in the kitchen where she told him the three big rules of the day: no speaking unless spoken to, do exactly as I say, and keep your head down and your eyes on the floor. As for the last rule, she further told Karl that the only part of her body he was allowed to look at was her feet. She warned him that if she saw his eyes move toward the upper part of her body he'd be severely punished. She said she'd "done some stuff" to help him remember that last rule, but said that Karl could explain the details.
So Karl had begun cleaning the floor, and she'd "supervised" his work, making sure that he was putting his all into the task and going at a speed she liked, which she assured me was very fast. She smiled as she said that she'd given Karl a lot of incentive with the generous use of her whip and crop collection. "But don't worry" she said "no permanent damage." I could well imagine Vanessa's idea of "incentive". In truth, it was probably a lot like mine, so I wasn't too worried.
She said that it took Karl several hours to complete the kitchen floor, and they took a break for lunch. Vanessa sat on one of the high stools in her kitchen and ate a sandwich which she shared with Karl by throwing bits of it on the floor that was now clean enough to eat off of, thanks to my husband. She "generously" supplied a bowl of water that he could lap up while he ate.
I must say that at this point I was realizing the mistake I'd made by lending out Karl as a "slave" instead of as a sub. It was one thing to keep him busy working for another Dom, but I should have realized that Vanessa was going to take it to an extreme. On the other hand, Karl had an ongoing slave fantasy and I'd certainly used that in the past to create some rather vivid scenarios myself, so for all I knew he may have been into this. I really needed to talk with Karl.
Vanessa then told me that she remembered how I'd trained Karl to do pedicures and toenail polishing, so she'd decided to give him a little break before doing the bathroom floor, and off they went - Karl crawling - to the living room, where Vanessa removed her boots, went off to get some nail polish and a foot stool, and returned with both. She didn't have the right equipment for a pedicure, but the idea of a nice toenail polishing struck her as delightful. She told Karl he had 15 minutes to worship her feet, and if she were satisfied that he was thrilled to be allowed to lick and suck her toes and feet, he'd be allowed to do her toenails. Evidently, she was indeed satisfied, as she pointed to her feet, and said "See what a nice job he did. You've trained him well." Of course, I already knew that, and Vanessa's toes were flawlessly polished.
After that, it was off to the bathroom for more scrubbing and more incentive, and that's what he was finishing up on when I arrived. Vanessa gave me a coy smile, and said "So is there anything else you'd like to know?" As if she didn't know. So I laughed, called her a bitch and said "What else did Karl use his tongue on?"
"Well.........." she drawled, stretching it out, "I must admit that I had plans for that tongue, and I was plenty juiced up for it, but I know how much the thought of Karl's tongue in my pussy or ass has been worrying you, and I know this is the man you love, and you're my best friend, and well, I just couldn't do it."
I must admit that I felt a huge sense of relief when Vanessa told me that. I know I said I'd been excited to see how he'd deal with the lose-lose situation that it would have been for him, but knowing it had never come to that was a very, very good feeling. I gave Vanessa a big hug, and she laughed and threw this at me "But don't think I didn't have me some fun with that good lookin' man. There are other parts of my body that needed some attention. But I'll leave that for him to explain."
She was being a tease bitch again, but I knew I'd get the whole story from Karl, so I just let it go. Vanessa grabbed Karl's clothes off the chair where they'd been since the morning, and said "I'll see if he's done. Wait out here and I'll get him for you." And so she did.
I'll finish this in my next posting, and I promise to let you know everything Karl told me.
She let me in, dressed the same as she'd been in the morning, except that she was barefoot. I asked her how it had gone, and she said "Fine. Karl's just finishing up with the bathroom floor, so why don't we sit in the living room and have us a little chat while we're waiting." I really wanted to see Karl, but I also wanted to hear what Vanessa had to say, so off we went to the living room.
Vanessa and I are best friends, but we both loved to tease each other, and I knew that she knew how curious I was, and I knew that she was going to draw this out as much as possible just to drive me crazy. So after putting up with her asking me how MY day was, and insisting on specifics, I finally just looked at her and said "Okay Vanessa, now let's have the story you know I'm waiting to hear. Stop goofing around and tell me everything that happened."
She laughed and said "All right, sweetie, here's how it all went down. Except I'm not gonna tell you everything 'cause I'm sure you'll be asking Karl about all this later, and some of this is stuff that he should tell you. So I'll give you the general outline and he can fill in the blanks."
And so she did. Here's the gist of what she had to say, and I'll write it as a narrative because I'd never be able to do justice to Vanessa's street-wise jargon. She began by saying that she'd decided to have Karl work on her kitchen and bathroom floors. Both were tiled and the tiles had plenty of accumulated dirt on the grout between each tile. That stuff is a bitch to get off, and Vanessa knew it would be a worthy challenge for her "slave of the day".
She had bought all sorts of cleaning stuff, including stiff brushes, packaged tile cleaners, rags for wiping and drying and a bucket for water. What she didn't have to buy were the various chains and shackles that she already had in her collection, along with a generous assortment of crops, whips and canes, many of which she expected to use as "motivation" for Karl. Vanessa was clearly into her plantation overseer role, and she fully planned to work Karl's white ass off.
She went on to say that she'd started Karl out in the kitchen where she told him the three big rules of the day: no speaking unless spoken to, do exactly as I say, and keep your head down and your eyes on the floor. As for the last rule, she further told Karl that the only part of her body he was allowed to look at was her feet. She warned him that if she saw his eyes move toward the upper part of her body he'd be severely punished. She said she'd "done some stuff" to help him remember that last rule, but said that Karl could explain the details.
So Karl had begun cleaning the floor, and she'd "supervised" his work, making sure that he was putting his all into the task and going at a speed she liked, which she assured me was very fast. She smiled as she said that she'd given Karl a lot of incentive with the generous use of her whip and crop collection. "But don't worry" she said "no permanent damage." I could well imagine Vanessa's idea of "incentive". In truth, it was probably a lot like mine, so I wasn't too worried.
She said that it took Karl several hours to complete the kitchen floor, and they took a break for lunch. Vanessa sat on one of the high stools in her kitchen and ate a sandwich which she shared with Karl by throwing bits of it on the floor that was now clean enough to eat off of, thanks to my husband. She "generously" supplied a bowl of water that he could lap up while he ate.
I must say that at this point I was realizing the mistake I'd made by lending out Karl as a "slave" instead of as a sub. It was one thing to keep him busy working for another Dom, but I should have realized that Vanessa was going to take it to an extreme. On the other hand, Karl had an ongoing slave fantasy and I'd certainly used that in the past to create some rather vivid scenarios myself, so for all I knew he may have been into this. I really needed to talk with Karl.
Vanessa then told me that she remembered how I'd trained Karl to do pedicures and toenail polishing, so she'd decided to give him a little break before doing the bathroom floor, and off they went - Karl crawling - to the living room, where Vanessa removed her boots, went off to get some nail polish and a foot stool, and returned with both. She didn't have the right equipment for a pedicure, but the idea of a nice toenail polishing struck her as delightful. She told Karl he had 15 minutes to worship her feet, and if she were satisfied that he was thrilled to be allowed to lick and suck her toes and feet, he'd be allowed to do her toenails. Evidently, she was indeed satisfied, as she pointed to her feet, and said "See what a nice job he did. You've trained him well." Of course, I already knew that, and Vanessa's toes were flawlessly polished.
After that, it was off to the bathroom for more scrubbing and more incentive, and that's what he was finishing up on when I arrived. Vanessa gave me a coy smile, and said "So is there anything else you'd like to know?" As if she didn't know. So I laughed, called her a bitch and said "What else did Karl use his tongue on?"
"Well.........." she drawled, stretching it out, "I must admit that I had plans for that tongue, and I was plenty juiced up for it, but I know how much the thought of Karl's tongue in my pussy or ass has been worrying you, and I know this is the man you love, and you're my best friend, and well, I just couldn't do it."
I must admit that I felt a huge sense of relief when Vanessa told me that. I know I said I'd been excited to see how he'd deal with the lose-lose situation that it would have been for him, but knowing it had never come to that was a very, very good feeling. I gave Vanessa a big hug, and she laughed and threw this at me "But don't think I didn't have me some fun with that good lookin' man. There are other parts of my body that needed some attention. But I'll leave that for him to explain."
She was being a tease bitch again, but I knew I'd get the whole story from Karl, so I just let it go. Vanessa grabbed Karl's clothes off the chair where they'd been since the morning, and said "I'll see if he's done. Wait out here and I'll get him for you." And so she did.
I'll finish this in my next posting, and I promise to let you know everything Karl told me.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
LENDING KARL OUT: Results, Part One
When I gave Karl his list of instructions (see my previous posting), he looked up at me quizzically for a moment and then did as he was told without saying anything. A very well trained sub, if I do say so myself. When I was ready to leave, I phoned Vanessa and told her we were on our way, collected Karl at the door and proceeded to drive him to his "work place" for the day. In the car, I told him that he was now in slave mode and asked him if he had any questions.
"Yes, Your Highness" (which is his proper method of addressing me when in slave mode). "Do you know what I'll be doing for Mistress Vanessa?"
"Not exactly. It's up to her, but I'd imagine you'll be kept quite busy. I'd advise you to do exactly as she orders."
"Yes, Your Highness. How long will I be there?"
"Until I pick you up. That's enough questions. Mistress Vanessa will give you your instructions when we arrive. Don't forget the proper method of greeting a Mistress."
I liked the idea of keeping Karl in the dark, and in truth, I really had no idea what Vanessa had planned anyway All I was sure of was that I was tingling with excitement, and I could only imagine what Karl was feeling. Probably a mixture of fear and (hopefully) excitement, but I suspected that fear was the dominant factor.
We arrived about 10 A.M. Vanessa appeared at the door wearing a white blouse with plenty of cleavage showing, tucked into a pair of tight fitting tan Capri pants tucked into a calf length pair of lovely brown leather lace up boots with 4 inch heels. She was holding a riding crop, and as usual, she was ravishing. When we entered, Karl immediately went to his knees before her and kissed each boot, remaining on the floor with his head to the ground before her. I was pleased.
Vanessa reached down with the crop and raised Karl's head with the tip under his chin until he was looking at her. "Her Highness and I need to talk in the other room. Remove all of your clothes, put them on the chair to your left and resume the position you were just in. You may only speak when I address you. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
So Vanessa and I left Karl as he was taking off his clothing, and we went into the living room to talk a bit. I told her that Karl had been ordered to obey her instructions just as he would obey mine, and that he understood that he could and would be disciplined by her in any way she saw fit. No permanent damage, of course, but otherwise no holds barred. She had my cell phone number if she needed to reach me, and I told her I'd probably be back around 4 P.M., so she had Karl for about 6 hours. We'd already discussed just about everything over the phone, but we had a cup of coffee and a few cookies just to let Karl wait a bit longer in anticipation.
Finally, I was ready to leave. Vanessa grabbed a dog collar and a leash, and we walked to the door where Karl was naked, in proper position, wearing nothing but his chastity device. Vanessa put the collar around his neck, attached the leash, and without further ado, nor any words to Karl, I left her house.
It's hard to describe what I was feeling as I walked toward my car. This was the first time I had ever loaned out Karl to anyone, the first time he'd been put in the "care" of anyone but me. I'd be lying if I said that all I felt was excitement. There was fear there as well. Fear of an unknown situation, fear that things could turn out badly, fear that this would all backfire on me and my relationship with Karl. But I pulled myself together, stifled my misgivings as much as possible, and allowed the excitement to take over. Karl was in the hands of another Dom, and I let my imagination run wild, thinking about what I might do if the situation were reversed and Vanessa had left a sub with me. Vanessa was my best friend, I trusted her, I knew she wouldn't do anything we hadn't agreed upon, and I admired her imagination, just as she admired mine. Karl was in good hands, just as her sub would be if he were in my hands.
So, off I went, and for the rest of the the day I was busy doing volunteer work at a nursing home, which kept me busy. Of course, I thought about Karl and Vanessa many times, even phoned her once and was assured that things were going well, and eventually it was time to fetch Karl.
To be continued.
"Yes, Your Highness" (which is his proper method of addressing me when in slave mode). "Do you know what I'll be doing for Mistress Vanessa?"
"Not exactly. It's up to her, but I'd imagine you'll be kept quite busy. I'd advise you to do exactly as she orders."
"Yes, Your Highness. How long will I be there?"
"Until I pick you up. That's enough questions. Mistress Vanessa will give you your instructions when we arrive. Don't forget the proper method of greeting a Mistress."
I liked the idea of keeping Karl in the dark, and in truth, I really had no idea what Vanessa had planned anyway All I was sure of was that I was tingling with excitement, and I could only imagine what Karl was feeling. Probably a mixture of fear and (hopefully) excitement, but I suspected that fear was the dominant factor.
We arrived about 10 A.M. Vanessa appeared at the door wearing a white blouse with plenty of cleavage showing, tucked into a pair of tight fitting tan Capri pants tucked into a calf length pair of lovely brown leather lace up boots with 4 inch heels. She was holding a riding crop, and as usual, she was ravishing. When we entered, Karl immediately went to his knees before her and kissed each boot, remaining on the floor with his head to the ground before her. I was pleased.
Vanessa reached down with the crop and raised Karl's head with the tip under his chin until he was looking at her. "Her Highness and I need to talk in the other room. Remove all of your clothes, put them on the chair to your left and resume the position you were just in. You may only speak when I address you. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
So Vanessa and I left Karl as he was taking off his clothing, and we went into the living room to talk a bit. I told her that Karl had been ordered to obey her instructions just as he would obey mine, and that he understood that he could and would be disciplined by her in any way she saw fit. No permanent damage, of course, but otherwise no holds barred. She had my cell phone number if she needed to reach me, and I told her I'd probably be back around 4 P.M., so she had Karl for about 6 hours. We'd already discussed just about everything over the phone, but we had a cup of coffee and a few cookies just to let Karl wait a bit longer in anticipation.
Finally, I was ready to leave. Vanessa grabbed a dog collar and a leash, and we walked to the door where Karl was naked, in proper position, wearing nothing but his chastity device. Vanessa put the collar around his neck, attached the leash, and without further ado, nor any words to Karl, I left her house.
It's hard to describe what I was feeling as I walked toward my car. This was the first time I had ever loaned out Karl to anyone, the first time he'd been put in the "care" of anyone but me. I'd be lying if I said that all I felt was excitement. There was fear there as well. Fear of an unknown situation, fear that things could turn out badly, fear that this would all backfire on me and my relationship with Karl. But I pulled myself together, stifled my misgivings as much as possible, and allowed the excitement to take over. Karl was in the hands of another Dom, and I let my imagination run wild, thinking about what I might do if the situation were reversed and Vanessa had left a sub with me. Vanessa was my best friend, I trusted her, I knew she wouldn't do anything we hadn't agreed upon, and I admired her imagination, just as she admired mine. Karl was in good hands, just as her sub would be if he were in my hands.
So, off I went, and for the rest of the the day I was busy doing volunteer work at a nursing home, which kept me busy. Of course, I thought about Karl and Vanessa many times, even phoned her once and was assured that things were going well, and eventually it was time to fetch Karl.
To be continued.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
A DECISION REACHED
I've finally made up my mind in regard to whether or not to lend my husband Karl to my friend Vanessa for a day of service. As those of you following this blog know, Vanessa is a Dom, my very closest friend, and has told me that she would reserve the right to use Karl as she wished, including oral service should she so desire. I've received many comments via this blog concerning whether or not I should allow Karl to partake in oral service for another Femdom, and I do appreciate the feedback. Ultimately, of course, the decision is mine, and Karl remains blissfully unaware that this "debate" has been going on. Since the situation violates none of the hard rules we live by, I see no reason to bring him into the discussion. As always, what I decree will be what he does.
In the end, I've decided to go ahead with the "loan". Several more talks with Vanessa have taken place since this all came up, and she claims that the primary turn-on for her in having Karl for a day of work is simply that she gets aroused by totally dominating a man by forcing him to work his ass off for her. Vanessa is a woman of African-American lineage, and has never forgiven "whitey" for all the years of slavery that her forefathers and foremothers had to endure. She only dominates Caucasians, and she loves to play the plantation's overseer role, complete with whips, chains, and shackles. Great fun for her, but I know Vanessa very well, and I know she's a very sexual creature who gets turned on by the helplessness of her slave, and when she's really turned on, she intends to be sexually satisfied. It's no surprise to me that even though she knows Karl will be wearing his chastity device, she wouldn't do this if she thought that she'd wind up completely frustrated sexually. Thus, the demand for the right to oral gratification. I have no illusions as to what might happen.
So, I've decided to put jealousy and possessiveness aside for the moment, and see how this all works out. In short, my curiosity is getting the best of me, and I'm so intrigued by the possibilities that I simply must go through with it. It's something very different for me and Karl, and it's healthy to try new things to keep a D/s relationship vital. If it turns into a negative experience, well, we'll just have learned something new about ourselves. If it's a positive experience, then we've opened some new doors that were previously closed to us. Que sera, sera, as the song goes.
It all begins tomorrow. Karl will go through his morning service routine, and when he's waiting for me to finish my breakfast, I will place his chastity device on him. When I hand him his daily list of duties, it will contain only one item:
1. You are being loaned to Mistress Vanessa for a day of work at her house. You will consider yourself in slave mode while there, and you will obey her commands as you would mine. She has my permission to use you in any way, and she will not hesitate to discipline you if you fail to meet her requirements. If you are punished, she will inform me of the reason for punishment when she returns you, and you can be certain that I will punish you as well for embarrassing me with unacceptable behavior. You're wearing your chastity device for a reason. This is not a sexual adventure in any way, so don't even think about it. Get dressed and wait for me on your knees by the front door.
I'm following the advice of Dom Queen Goddess and creating a lose-lose situation for Karl by forbidding him any sexual activity. If Vanessa does order him to perform orally, he'll either have to obey her (thereby disobeying me) , or refuse her, which will undoubtedly result in some serious punishment from Vanessa. Should be fascinating to see how he handles that if such a situation should occur. I must admit that I'm turned on by the thought of his potential dilemma.
I'll write about what happened when I get the chance.
In the end, I've decided to go ahead with the "loan". Several more talks with Vanessa have taken place since this all came up, and she claims that the primary turn-on for her in having Karl for a day of work is simply that she gets aroused by totally dominating a man by forcing him to work his ass off for her. Vanessa is a woman of African-American lineage, and has never forgiven "whitey" for all the years of slavery that her forefathers and foremothers had to endure. She only dominates Caucasians, and she loves to play the plantation's overseer role, complete with whips, chains, and shackles. Great fun for her, but I know Vanessa very well, and I know she's a very sexual creature who gets turned on by the helplessness of her slave, and when she's really turned on, she intends to be sexually satisfied. It's no surprise to me that even though she knows Karl will be wearing his chastity device, she wouldn't do this if she thought that she'd wind up completely frustrated sexually. Thus, the demand for the right to oral gratification. I have no illusions as to what might happen.
So, I've decided to put jealousy and possessiveness aside for the moment, and see how this all works out. In short, my curiosity is getting the best of me, and I'm so intrigued by the possibilities that I simply must go through with it. It's something very different for me and Karl, and it's healthy to try new things to keep a D/s relationship vital. If it turns into a negative experience, well, we'll just have learned something new about ourselves. If it's a positive experience, then we've opened some new doors that were previously closed to us. Que sera, sera, as the song goes.
It all begins tomorrow. Karl will go through his morning service routine, and when he's waiting for me to finish my breakfast, I will place his chastity device on him. When I hand him his daily list of duties, it will contain only one item:
1. You are being loaned to Mistress Vanessa for a day of work at her house. You will consider yourself in slave mode while there, and you will obey her commands as you would mine. She has my permission to use you in any way, and she will not hesitate to discipline you if you fail to meet her requirements. If you are punished, she will inform me of the reason for punishment when she returns you, and you can be certain that I will punish you as well for embarrassing me with unacceptable behavior. You're wearing your chastity device for a reason. This is not a sexual adventure in any way, so don't even think about it. Get dressed and wait for me on your knees by the front door.
I'm following the advice of Dom Queen Goddess and creating a lose-lose situation for Karl by forbidding him any sexual activity. If Vanessa does order him to perform orally, he'll either have to obey her (thereby disobeying me) , or refuse her, which will undoubtedly result in some serious punishment from Vanessa. Should be fascinating to see how he handles that if such a situation should occur. I must admit that I'm turned on by the thought of his potential dilemma.
I'll write about what happened when I get the chance.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
COMPLICATIONS
Who would have thought that simply lending out your sub to another Femdom would be so complicated? As I said in my last posting, I was considering the lending possibility as a means of keeping Karl busy and out of my hair, so to speak, now that he was working one less day a week. My use of lists has definitely been a positive move in that regard (see my last posting), but I was intrigued with the idea of sending Karl off to serve one of my friends, and in the past he has stated that he wouldn't have any objection to that as long as we adhered to the "hard rule" we set at the beginning of our relationship. The rule that said he wouldn't be forced to physically interact with another male.
No, the problem, as it turned out, wasn't with Karl, it was with my Dom friends. Those of you who have followed my blog have read about Vanessa, Patsy and Clarice, but if you're new to these postings let me quickly say that Vanessa is my oldest and dearest Dom friend, with our relationship going back to college and continuing to this day. She was married to a man who was into infantilism in a big way, but she divorced him when he failed to take care of her when she was very ill over a year ago. She has had on and off subs since that time. Clarice is a female body builder, a Lesbian, and married to a man who served as her benefactor and slave for many years until he had a bad car accident that left him permanently disabled and took "the fun out of abusing him" for Clarice. She is a physically powerful and somewhat scary Dom. Patsy you read about in my last posting, so I won't bother with more of an explanation. Should you be inclined to explore my older postings, there's a lot more information about these three friends of mine.
When considering lending Karl out to one of these ladies, I immediately took Clarice off the list. She has a bit of a history with Karl, and has threatened to one day have him in her control, at which time she would probably do something physically dangerous to him. Karl absolutely fears such a situation, and though I tease him about it by threatening to give him over to her for a day or so, I would never actually do it. Clarice may just be teasing as well, but I'm not completely convinced that she could be trusted to adhere to reasonable limits. I have seen what she often did to her husband, and she's no one to take lightly.
I have discussed the situation with Patsy and Vanessa, and Patsy was less than enthusiastic at having Karl at her disposal because she already has a finely tuned machine with the subs she currently rules over. She's not sure she should introduce the element of an additional sub, even a temporary one, at this time.
Vanessa was the real surprise to me. She was very enthusiastic about taking Karl on loan, but she threw a bit of a monkey wrench into things when we got down to the details. She has a great many things that she'd want Karl to do for her, but she insists on being able to use him sexually as well. She knows that I plan to keep him in his chastity device while on loan, and that's fine with her, but she sees no reason that his tongue can't be at her disposal. As far as she is concerned, cunnilingus and analingus should be fair game, and since it's always been that way with her subs, she sees no reason why Karl should be any exception. Her exact words: "It just wouldn't be any fun if I couldn't have my pussy and ass worshipped."
To be honest, I hadn't considered such a possibility. In my mind, Karl would just be laboring for another Dom, and though he'd be subject to various forms of "difficulty" bondage while working, and corporal punishment if he failed to satisfy the requirements of said Dom, it hadn't crossed my mind that he'd be expected to provide oral service for anyone besides myself.
So, things are up in the air. I'm spending a lot of time considering whether I want to give Vanessa the right to use Karl in this way. I know his cock will be out of the picture, but I'm reluctant to allow the oral service from Karl that Vanessa expects. I haven't ruled it out yet, but I am at a standstill at this moment. I asked Patsy what she thought about it, and all she had to say was "Hmm. Keep me out of this". I haven't discussed it with Karl, as I feel it's my decision as it doesn't violate any hard rules. I'd welcome some thoughts on the situation.
No, the problem, as it turned out, wasn't with Karl, it was with my Dom friends. Those of you who have followed my blog have read about Vanessa, Patsy and Clarice, but if you're new to these postings let me quickly say that Vanessa is my oldest and dearest Dom friend, with our relationship going back to college and continuing to this day. She was married to a man who was into infantilism in a big way, but she divorced him when he failed to take care of her when she was very ill over a year ago. She has had on and off subs since that time. Clarice is a female body builder, a Lesbian, and married to a man who served as her benefactor and slave for many years until he had a bad car accident that left him permanently disabled and took "the fun out of abusing him" for Clarice. She is a physically powerful and somewhat scary Dom. Patsy you read about in my last posting, so I won't bother with more of an explanation. Should you be inclined to explore my older postings, there's a lot more information about these three friends of mine.
When considering lending Karl out to one of these ladies, I immediately took Clarice off the list. She has a bit of a history with Karl, and has threatened to one day have him in her control, at which time she would probably do something physically dangerous to him. Karl absolutely fears such a situation, and though I tease him about it by threatening to give him over to her for a day or so, I would never actually do it. Clarice may just be teasing as well, but I'm not completely convinced that she could be trusted to adhere to reasonable limits. I have seen what she often did to her husband, and she's no one to take lightly.
I have discussed the situation with Patsy and Vanessa, and Patsy was less than enthusiastic at having Karl at her disposal because she already has a finely tuned machine with the subs she currently rules over. She's not sure she should introduce the element of an additional sub, even a temporary one, at this time.
Vanessa was the real surprise to me. She was very enthusiastic about taking Karl on loan, but she threw a bit of a monkey wrench into things when we got down to the details. She has a great many things that she'd want Karl to do for her, but she insists on being able to use him sexually as well. She knows that I plan to keep him in his chastity device while on loan, and that's fine with her, but she sees no reason that his tongue can't be at her disposal. As far as she is concerned, cunnilingus and analingus should be fair game, and since it's always been that way with her subs, she sees no reason why Karl should be any exception. Her exact words: "It just wouldn't be any fun if I couldn't have my pussy and ass worshipped."
To be honest, I hadn't considered such a possibility. In my mind, Karl would just be laboring for another Dom, and though he'd be subject to various forms of "difficulty" bondage while working, and corporal punishment if he failed to satisfy the requirements of said Dom, it hadn't crossed my mind that he'd be expected to provide oral service for anyone besides myself.
So, things are up in the air. I'm spending a lot of time considering whether I want to give Vanessa the right to use Karl in this way. I know his cock will be out of the picture, but I'm reluctant to allow the oral service from Karl that Vanessa expects. I haven't ruled it out yet, but I am at a standstill at this moment. I asked Patsy what she thought about it, and all she had to say was "Hmm. Keep me out of this". I haven't discussed it with Karl, as I feel it's my decision as it doesn't violate any hard rules. I'd welcome some thoughts on the situation.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
LISTING
Faced with the problem of what to do with my sub husband Karl now that he was only working three days each week, I turned to my Femdom friends for some ideas. Having him around so much was eating into my own schedule, and since his sub side was now getting more of a chance to expand, I felt it only proper that I find a way to encourage his submission while keeping my own needs and desires intact.
My friend Patsy had some excellent suggestions. She owns a large Victorian house with several floors and many rooms, and has a virtual staff of subs taking care of the house and her needs. She currently has several sissified males in the role of maids (who also cook breakfast and lunch), one elderly male acting as a sort of butler and overseer when Patsy is not there, and a strapping young male who is a combination evening cook/handyman/jack of all trades. The sissy maids and butler live in the house, and the cook/handyman, etc, arrives in mid afternoon to start dinner prep and is on-call at all other times when Patsy decides she needs him.
The entire situation seems quite daunting to me, and I've always been in awe of the coordination required of Princess Patsy (as she is known) for making it all work. When I explained my current problem with having Karl around so much, she smiled and said one word - "Lists".
"Lists?", I asked.
"Yes" said Patsy.
"Explain, please," I said
So Patsy went on to describe the problems she had in the early days of setting up her household. Despite very clear explanations of the various rules of conduct she expected from her subs, their various duties, etc., the subs needed nearly constant attention from her whenever a particular task was completed. It was always "What should I do now, Princess Patsy? The bathrooms are clean, should I begin polishing the dining room tables and chairs, or should I start dusting the living room?" There was always the question of what to do and in which order, and with three full time subs constantly seeking direction, Patsy wasn't having much fun. After all, she wanted everything to run like clockwork without having to always set various tasks in motion. She wanted comfort and pampering and not supervising all the time.
"In the end, it was really quite simple," said Patsy, "and I felt stupid for not having thought of it right away." What she did was give each sub a daily list of what she expected them to acccomplish. The order in which they did their tasks was up to them, but she expected the lists to be completed by the time her "inspection" took place. Inspection was usually just before dinner, and since she had explicitly described the requirements of each task during early training of the sub, any failure to complete the list in the prescribed amount of time, and in the proper method, was a punishable offense. The 'butler" also had his list and what's more was responsible for overseeeing the work of the sissy maids and the handyman (when he was doing a job Patsy had called for), and would also be punished as well if they failed to do their jobs properly.
Punishment from Patsy is not to be taken lightly. Though small in stature, she brooks no disobedience and does not hesitate to apply her strap, and other implements, when required. Her many rules of behavior and decorum, her stringent requirements of how to do various tasks to her satisfaction, and her demand for completion of the daily list are painfully understood by her subs. Karl has experienced her sissification and her disciplinary measures in the past when we had a memorable slave weekend some time ago.
I could go on and on with a description of Patsy's life, but I digress. The point she made was that by giving Karl a daily list of what was expected and training him in the proper execution of the various listed items, I would free myself up each day while he went about his business. I need only be there for inspection and -if needed- punishment, and I could easily write the list before I went to bed each night for presentation in the morning. Karl already had several rituals that he performed daily (breakfast, cocktails in the evening, foot service when I arrived, maintenance of my shoe collection, etc.) and the addition of a daily list would certainly keep him busy and free me up for whatever I felt like doing.
That's what I do now, among other things I'll get into. Lists have worked out very well. As is my habit, I always see to it that Karl has something special each day to remind him that he is serving me. I find that a little discomfort keeps his mind on me, and I get turned on by the thought of that little discomfort keeping him company even when I'm not there. Something so simple as a short chain between his ankles and/or wrists when he's doing housework, or a butt plug in place while he's out doing the shopping or doing a workout I've ordered for him at our fitness club (yes, I'm a member and I can appear at any time to check his workout and his hidden "additions"), or any number of things that insure he's thinking of me and knows who is in control of his day.
Of course, my lists are designed to keep Karl very, very busy. They're not impossible to complete in the prescribed time, but it's never easy for him, and my own particular requirements for proper completion of each task are probably in the category of nitpicks. Things must be done in the proper manner, or they're not considered done at all. Not surprisingly, punishments do arrive with some degree of regularity (oh darn), and I dare say I'm at least as unbending in my demands as Patsy. I suspect Karl would agree:)
One last thing - one of the commenters in my previous post suggested lending Karl out as a way to keep him busy. That has been the subject of several discussions with my Femdom friends, and though it's not something I've done in the past, it's in the works right now. More on this in my next post.
My friend Patsy had some excellent suggestions. She owns a large Victorian house with several floors and many rooms, and has a virtual staff of subs taking care of the house and her needs. She currently has several sissified males in the role of maids (who also cook breakfast and lunch), one elderly male acting as a sort of butler and overseer when Patsy is not there, and a strapping young male who is a combination evening cook/handyman/jack of all trades. The sissy maids and butler live in the house, and the cook/handyman, etc, arrives in mid afternoon to start dinner prep and is on-call at all other times when Patsy decides she needs him.
The entire situation seems quite daunting to me, and I've always been in awe of the coordination required of Princess Patsy (as she is known) for making it all work. When I explained my current problem with having Karl around so much, she smiled and said one word - "Lists".
"Lists?", I asked.
"Yes" said Patsy.
"Explain, please," I said
So Patsy went on to describe the problems she had in the early days of setting up her household. Despite very clear explanations of the various rules of conduct she expected from her subs, their various duties, etc., the subs needed nearly constant attention from her whenever a particular task was completed. It was always "What should I do now, Princess Patsy? The bathrooms are clean, should I begin polishing the dining room tables and chairs, or should I start dusting the living room?" There was always the question of what to do and in which order, and with three full time subs constantly seeking direction, Patsy wasn't having much fun. After all, she wanted everything to run like clockwork without having to always set various tasks in motion. She wanted comfort and pampering and not supervising all the time.
"In the end, it was really quite simple," said Patsy, "and I felt stupid for not having thought of it right away." What she did was give each sub a daily list of what she expected them to acccomplish. The order in which they did their tasks was up to them, but she expected the lists to be completed by the time her "inspection" took place. Inspection was usually just before dinner, and since she had explicitly described the requirements of each task during early training of the sub, any failure to complete the list in the prescribed amount of time, and in the proper method, was a punishable offense. The 'butler" also had his list and what's more was responsible for overseeeing the work of the sissy maids and the handyman (when he was doing a job Patsy had called for), and would also be punished as well if they failed to do their jobs properly.
Punishment from Patsy is not to be taken lightly. Though small in stature, she brooks no disobedience and does not hesitate to apply her strap, and other implements, when required. Her many rules of behavior and decorum, her stringent requirements of how to do various tasks to her satisfaction, and her demand for completion of the daily list are painfully understood by her subs. Karl has experienced her sissification and her disciplinary measures in the past when we had a memorable slave weekend some time ago.
I could go on and on with a description of Patsy's life, but I digress. The point she made was that by giving Karl a daily list of what was expected and training him in the proper execution of the various listed items, I would free myself up each day while he went about his business. I need only be there for inspection and -if needed- punishment, and I could easily write the list before I went to bed each night for presentation in the morning. Karl already had several rituals that he performed daily (breakfast, cocktails in the evening, foot service when I arrived, maintenance of my shoe collection, etc.) and the addition of a daily list would certainly keep him busy and free me up for whatever I felt like doing.
That's what I do now, among other things I'll get into. Lists have worked out very well. As is my habit, I always see to it that Karl has something special each day to remind him that he is serving me. I find that a little discomfort keeps his mind on me, and I get turned on by the thought of that little discomfort keeping him company even when I'm not there. Something so simple as a short chain between his ankles and/or wrists when he's doing housework, or a butt plug in place while he's out doing the shopping or doing a workout I've ordered for him at our fitness club (yes, I'm a member and I can appear at any time to check his workout and his hidden "additions"), or any number of things that insure he's thinking of me and knows who is in control of his day.
Of course, my lists are designed to keep Karl very, very busy. They're not impossible to complete in the prescribed time, but it's never easy for him, and my own particular requirements for proper completion of each task are probably in the category of nitpicks. Things must be done in the proper manner, or they're not considered done at all. Not surprisingly, punishments do arrive with some degree of regularity (oh darn), and I dare say I'm at least as unbending in my demands as Patsy. I suspect Karl would agree:)
One last thing - one of the commenters in my previous post suggested lending Karl out as a way to keep him busy. That has been the subject of several discussions with my Femdom friends, and though it's not something I've done in the past, it's in the works right now. More on this in my next post.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
UNEXPECTED CONSEQUENCES, CONTINUED
The biggest "unexpected consequence" came about since my husband Karl changed from a four day work week to a three day work week. This was done at my behest, of course. Karl had done well since going to a four day work week some time ago (also at my behest), but I was seeing signs of stress building up again and I felt it was time to reduce his work week by yet another day. Weaning a type A personality from his high powered job is not to be taken lightly, but it was clear when I first began to do this some time ago, that Karl had become too obsessed with work. By reducing his time at, and involvement with, his managerial duties, I was attempting to reduce the stress brought about by his job and increase his service to me. When he's in his sub mode, he no longer has to give the orders or be responsible for how his company is running. He's only responsible to me, and he's certainly not giving any orders. In short, his priorities had to be set straight, and since he's long since made enough money to keep us both comfortable for several lifetimes, there was really no reason for him to be spending the majority of his time at work.
I suppose I should have paid more attention to the old adage "be careful what you wish for" before I had Karl go to his three day work week, but I really was not prepared for the extra amount of time for "Domming" that developed. I found out quickly that having him around four out of each seven days of the week was something of a bother for me. Naturally enough, he wanted to spend most of his time with me, and as his submissive side now had the majority of each week to express itself, I was put in the position of exercising my dominance for that majority of the week as well. We had never had a 24/7, D/s relationship, and though we often had slave weekends and certain extended periods of my extra-demanding dominance because of situations that had developed, we had reached a perfect balance of D/s that was now being threatened. In short, I was getting too much of Karl as a sub, and I had no one to blame but myself.
Over the years, I had developed a pattern of existence that satisfied all of my needs. I am a natural Dom who enjoys all that goes with Domming, and with Karl as my willing sub and loving husband, I could exercise that side of me whenever I felt like it. I'm also a social person with friends with whom I like to share time. Lady Dom friends, for the most part, with whom I have wonderful talks, shopping time, fitness work-outs, etc. I also enjoy nights out with fine dining and jazz clubs and theatre, etc., which I usually share with Karl and more vanilla type friends. What's more, I have a charitable side that finds me spending time each week working with the needy elderly, a group which is often ignored by society. I don't discuss this side of me very much, but it's there, and I take it seriously.
So, my week had been well filled with a very satisfactory schedule that didn't have a whole lot of time for anything more. Then along came an extra day with Karl, and that extra day was having the effect of pushing him into a much more submissive role than usual. That type A personality was changing a little bit each week. Less time at work, more giving over of his work responsibilities to former underlings, less of a feeling of importance to a company that was formerly dominated by his presence. I suppose it had to change him, but it took me by surprise that his submissive side was expanding so quickly, and I had to find a way to deal with it.
I wasn't about to send him back to work. There was no denying that he slept better, was less stressed, had more time to work out and was in all-around better shape both physically and mentally than he had been before. I wanted him to be healthy, and I was damned if I was going to send him back to full time work, but that delicate balance we had achieved was being threatened by a sub who was now more "underfoot" than before. I've always felt that it is the Dom's responsibility to keep the D/s dynamic stable and fresh, so I had to find a way to do so that didn't require me to give up the other things in my life that made me happy.
I discussed the situation with my Dom friends, and it was Patsy, who managed a veritable stable of subs in her Victorian house, who came up with the best solution. More about this in my next posting.
I suppose I should have paid more attention to the old adage "be careful what you wish for" before I had Karl go to his three day work week, but I really was not prepared for the extra amount of time for "Domming" that developed. I found out quickly that having him around four out of each seven days of the week was something of a bother for me. Naturally enough, he wanted to spend most of his time with me, and as his submissive side now had the majority of each week to express itself, I was put in the position of exercising my dominance for that majority of the week as well. We had never had a 24/7, D/s relationship, and though we often had slave weekends and certain extended periods of my extra-demanding dominance because of situations that had developed, we had reached a perfect balance of D/s that was now being threatened. In short, I was getting too much of Karl as a sub, and I had no one to blame but myself.
Over the years, I had developed a pattern of existence that satisfied all of my needs. I am a natural Dom who enjoys all that goes with Domming, and with Karl as my willing sub and loving husband, I could exercise that side of me whenever I felt like it. I'm also a social person with friends with whom I like to share time. Lady Dom friends, for the most part, with whom I have wonderful talks, shopping time, fitness work-outs, etc. I also enjoy nights out with fine dining and jazz clubs and theatre, etc., which I usually share with Karl and more vanilla type friends. What's more, I have a charitable side that finds me spending time each week working with the needy elderly, a group which is often ignored by society. I don't discuss this side of me very much, but it's there, and I take it seriously.
So, my week had been well filled with a very satisfactory schedule that didn't have a whole lot of time for anything more. Then along came an extra day with Karl, and that extra day was having the effect of pushing him into a much more submissive role than usual. That type A personality was changing a little bit each week. Less time at work, more giving over of his work responsibilities to former underlings, less of a feeling of importance to a company that was formerly dominated by his presence. I suppose it had to change him, but it took me by surprise that his submissive side was expanding so quickly, and I had to find a way to deal with it.
I wasn't about to send him back to work. There was no denying that he slept better, was less stressed, had more time to work out and was in all-around better shape both physically and mentally than he had been before. I wanted him to be healthy, and I was damned if I was going to send him back to full time work, but that delicate balance we had achieved was being threatened by a sub who was now more "underfoot" than before. I've always felt that it is the Dom's responsibility to keep the D/s dynamic stable and fresh, so I had to find a way to do so that didn't require me to give up the other things in my life that made me happy.
I discussed the situation with my Dom friends, and it was Patsy, who managed a veritable stable of subs in her Victorian house, who came up with the best solution. More about this in my next posting.
Friday, May 24, 2013
UNEXPECTED CONSEQUENCES
It has been nearly 10 months since I posted on this blog. I prefer to write about issues and concepts rather than the day to day or week to week happenings in my D/s relationship with my husband Karl. Since I felt I had covered about everything I wanted to talk about, I decided to stop blogging until something occurred to give me the impetus to start again. In the meantime, I've been following many blogs in the Femdom world, commenting when appropriate, and always looking for some sort of inspiration that might get me going once more.
Well, I don't know if you'd call it "inspiration", but the recent postings by Queen Goddess in "I Am Her Maine Sub" have left me feeling guilty about not writing. QG is a very creative Dom who has much in common with me in her often diabolical leanings, and I've enjoyed her musings for some time, as well as the back and forth commenting on each other's blog. Recently, she has been posting more often, and is one of the only female bloggers left from the period during which I was most prolific in terms of writing.
I feel I must support her efforts to keep Femdom bloggings current, and though I still don't have any issues or concepts that are itching to be heard, I will begin again by going over some of the changes in my D/s life in the past year, and some of the unexpected consequences wrought by these changes. We'll see how this feels to me and my loyal readers as it progresses, and who knows, we all may have fun in the process. As always, I will look forward to comments and will respond in kind. In the past, some of those elusive "issues and concepts" often come about as the result of comments. In the meantime, here's a recent entry by QG. I suggest you read it and any others she has posted:
http://mainesub.blogspot.com/2013/05/bondage.html
I'll be back soon.
Well, I don't know if you'd call it "inspiration", but the recent postings by Queen Goddess in "I Am Her Maine Sub" have left me feeling guilty about not writing. QG is a very creative Dom who has much in common with me in her often diabolical leanings, and I've enjoyed her musings for some time, as well as the back and forth commenting on each other's blog. Recently, she has been posting more often, and is one of the only female bloggers left from the period during which I was most prolific in terms of writing.
I feel I must support her efforts to keep Femdom bloggings current, and though I still don't have any issues or concepts that are itching to be heard, I will begin again by going over some of the changes in my D/s life in the past year, and some of the unexpected consequences wrought by these changes. We'll see how this feels to me and my loyal readers as it progresses, and who knows, we all may have fun in the process. As always, I will look forward to comments and will respond in kind. In the past, some of those elusive "issues and concepts" often come about as the result of comments. In the meantime, here's a recent entry by QG. I suggest you read it and any others she has posted:
http://mainesub.blogspot.com/2013/05/bondage.html
I'll be back soon.
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