Today we went to Verizon to pay our bill. No big deal, right?
Wrong! We walk in to pay the bill and all of a sudden I am getting a new phone because my volume buttons are on the fritz and we are told we can get 2 free iPads… I repeat the word free.
Well as it turns out there will be an added $110 on our next bill because of activation and the plan up charge of $10 per iPad.. Which of course they told us about after they were activated and we were about to walk out.
Damn sales reps are bloody sneaks!
But we have new iPads and my phone will be here by Tuesday because of labor day weekend. If we didn’t leave when we did, we would of had cases and bluetooths to match!
Remind me to never go into that store again! Ugh!
Three weeks ago before classes start I set out a 5day training plan for babygirl. My intention was to set us on the right path before everything got crazy. As it turns out it is a good thing that I thought ahead. (The last two weeks with work and school for the both of us has been hectic to say mildly. I will go into that later.) With the 5days of training, I wanted to solidify our relationship into the roles that it was supposed to be for the last year. But also I wanted to add a layer to the already complex dynamic.
The layer I speak of is complete ownership. Everything given to her is a privilege not a right. Anything she wants she has to earn right down to her ability to sleep in bed next to me to the type of food she will eat.
During the day of her training, she was put through basic protocols. If she was good she was rewarded with a privilege if she didn’t follow the rules or was mouthy she got punished. She wasn’t punished by only pain but activities she doesn’t like. Doing dishes without using the dishwasher, cleaning the bathroom tile grout with a toothbrush or similar activities.
At night.. We would do scenes. Each night things got progressively worse or better depending on ones point of view.
Night One was a normal spanking in the sense that i took her over my knee until she was pleasantly red on her butt and thighs.
Night Two I used the flogger, belt, cane, clothes pins and hot wax. It was amazing to see her body covered in welts with her nipples sensitive by the pins and hot wax strewn all about. For a time her inner thighs held the candle forcing her to hold still while I flogged her back. If she moved she would get burned. Even though the candle and flame was inside glass (As the picture to the left shows) the glass gets rather hot if it is in one position too long. When the glass is up next to the over used sensitive bits, it can get… uncomfortable to say the least.
Night Three was similar to night two only along with all of the above, I used the paddle, blind fold, gag, and had her put head phones in. The headphones were to drown out any sound. The blindfold was to make sure no light could be seen. And the gag was to silence any yells she may have had into muffled yelps. Which there were many. This night was like the others only this time I didn’t stop at just red. My intention was for bruising but her body and limit became unwilling to reach that limit.
Night Four was my favorite. Orgasm Denial. But first a trip to the local toy store where we got a couple of things to add to the collection and make it slightly harder for babygirl not to orgasm. Playing fair would just be no fun at all. These couple of items would be what you can see her wearing and what you cannot. I bought a nice ball gag and benWa balls. The balls were an added perk that made it a little more difficult for her. During everything that happened she was not allowed the orgasm she desperately wanted. Instead she got extremely horney and sensitive. It is amazing what those two things can do to a slaves mentality especially when you add the other three nights onto it.
And Night Five was the complete opposite as a reward for not complaining about night four. She didn’t say one negative word about not being able to cum. She accepted it as if she had been doing it this whole year. She made me proud and still does. On night five she was treated to ice on her body, cold water, (Both of which she hates) and markings of the temporary variety along with 14 orgasms by many different means. It was definitely one of the highlights of the five days. Hearing her beg, not for more orgasms but for them to stop. It is truly amazing hearing those sounds in that voice. Very rewarding for all the hard work that goes into it.
Last night was the first night in a long time that I actually decided to be selfish in a sense.
Brat and I were on the couch in our own little world. She was on her phone while I was on the computer for work stuff. It was the same thing that we do every night. Well, last night wasn’t going to end that way.
I told her to go to the bedroom while I grabbed our drinks. She tried to argue and ask questions but all I would tell her was to the bedroom which made her sister Skytzo laugh.
Brat made the bed all nice after I told her to and sat in the middle naked waiting patiently. What happened after that I won’t go into huge detail. All I will say is her body was red from head to cheeks. It was a very nice beating that was followed by some rather wonderful sex. I was happy and sated and after the first half hour she started getting that way.
There was one point where I had to remove the gag because she was crying and couldn’t breath.. Cus yanno breathing is a big deal apparently. Who knew?!
Anyway here is a picture from about the halfway point. I should have done one for beginning, middle and end but instead you all get the middle.
Today I officially became a student again. I am going into the RN program but first I have to get the prerequisites out of the way. And let me tell you, there are an insane amount of them. Right now i am taking a math class, English comp, biology and psychology. Hopefully this time I will actually be able to do this at the GPA I need to be successful. Last time I was still with that ass hat R. He was to say the least unsupportive of my choice to go back to collage. But since brat too is going to school in the fall it should make things easier.
Oh and I don’t have cancer. Just lumpy boobs. Hot right? *snorts*
And although I still feel as if our relationship is stagnant or boring I’m hoping school and work will keep my mind off of that. I was told in work orientation not to work full time in the RN program but I cannot afford not to. That’s how busy it will be.
My life is actually picking up pace for once. I have never been the type to sit around and not do anything. I like to constantly go until I can’t go anymore.
I am optimistic that I will be too busy with work and school to notice how little we have sex or talk. A person can hope right?
I am tired of pretending to be something I’m not… Lately it doesn’t matter what I want or what I say brat just does her own thing without thinking about whether it would please me or not.
It’s like I am in a vanilla relationship that is pretending to be kinky. It doesn’t matter what I do or try, that’s just how it is. I would love to come home from a hard day, disappointing day and be able to rely on her to do what she is told whether it upsets her or not. Whether I am upset or not that is how it should be. If I wanted advice that makes me feel worse I would have talked to my mother not her.
That is why slaves are best for Dominants such as myself. They have such a desire to please and fix bad days that it makes everything else go away. They don’t add to it they relieve it no matter their days. I don’t know maybe I’m trying to turn a little into a slave and it just isn’t possible.
I know its been a while since I have done anything on here. I would like to say it is because I am so busy with life but I can’t.
I feel as if my life has stalled out. Like I am waiting for it to begin. I doubt anyone knows what I mean because my life has in fact started. Babygirl and I have moved into this nice house, we bought the things inside it together but I feel like something is missing. Could it be the fact that a year later and other than moving a ton nothing has truly changed?
We were supposed to get married this august but I was terminated from my job. Granted I start my new job this week but again no real change. Right now in this moment there is no new adventure, no marriage to plan and no family other than her and I.
We have talked about babies and kids for a long time. She has wanted them since… Forever. And so have I.
Looking back on my life growing up this isn’t where I thought I would be. My life is so stagnant and lifeless its daunting trying to change that. Even with the kink aspect something is missing. I don’t blame babygirl I blame myself for this mess.
I feel stuck. Waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not sure. The doctor apt on Tuesday to tell me if I have cancer or not. The job to tell me if I do have cancer that they can’t hire me. For us to potentially loose this great place to live and everything we built for the possibility of children. To be told I won’t be able to carry children myself because of said possible cancer…. I’m just really lost and I have no idea what to do.
How can anyone, Domme, Dom, fiancé, or girlfriend stay strong when faced by the big C word? How am I supposed to deal with the fact that we cannot stay here if I have cancer? How am I supposed to stay strong and fight for the life we are trying to build when it feels like forces have been against us from the very beginning?
As I sit here in this empty house all I can do is think of the fact that for the first time in my life I have no back up plan. I have no plan b or c or even d like I normally do. I look around and all I see is… Nothing.
I’m just lost and have no idea what to do because for once I don’t know what’s coming. This I can’t control. I can’t tell my doctor to make sure she finds nothing. That I have been scared and nervous for nothing. All I can do is wait and I hate it.
I hate not knowing if we are going to have to move again. If I have cancer or not. If I will have to do chemotherapy and go into early menopause. If I will end up like my grandfather, withered away to nothing before he should of went. I don’t know if I am strong enough for this… And I hate it.
I got the strangest question sent to my fetlife inbox yesterday. I have a link to here on my profile and brats profile. They wish to be anonymous but I wanted to answer here.
They asked me why: brat doesn’t have her own blog/write on mine very often?
That would be because she prefers a paper journal over having her thoughts and feelings posted all over the interweb. Which is perfectly fine with me. Her slave journal is something that is private and between her and I. She writes her thoughts, fears and assignments on paper and I read them and comment on them.
If and when we decide she will transfer to an online journal she will have her own space. But until then it will be as it is.
On another note, the trip went very smoothly. We were gone for 12hrs which to some isn’t a lot of time but it did the trick of recharging the batteries. Brat was all wide eyed and fun to watch with everything new around here.
Tomorrow I am taking brat out of town to do some desperately needed alone time. Our house is rather full with 2 other people living with us so we normally don’t get a lot of alone time.
But on top of that I have to dole out punishments accordingly for the last 3 days. She has to write an essay which you all will be privy to and her little tushie is going to be sore.
Tomorrow is shaping up to be quite interesting.
In other news I ordered a goodie bag from extreme restraints Friday. The new flogger, butt plugs and collars should be here by this Friday at the latest but I’m kinda hoping for Wednesday because brat doesn’t work till 5pm on Friday and I plan on testing the new toys out very thoroughly.
Its been too long since I’ve relished in the whimpers and moans of brat while accepting the pain I give her.
I am sorry for the absense once again. My life has become hectic once again. No matter how had I try somethings get away from me. Sadly, this is one of them. Its never intentional it just happens.
For the past couple of months brat has become more and more lax on the rules. And I’ve allowed it. Why? Perhaps because everything is so stressful right now. I’m taking CNA classes, she’s working a lot, we bought our house and are working on it. The cars had to be fixed especially mine that took a shit. I’ve had so much on my plate its rediculous! So the strictness also just kind of slipped away. Its quite difficult to juggle work, school, renovations and brats unrulley behaviour. But that’s no real excuse.
Was I hoping with everything going on she would see my stress level and lessen her misbehaviour? Absolutely. Did that happen? Not at all.
Is it time to get back to basics and give her a reason to behave? Once again absolutely.
So to do this I have created a Brat Counter on my phone. It will help me keep track of what hasn’t been done, what’s been neglected and the according punishments. Because of the hectic schedule I will be keeping track through out the week and punish accordingly on our days off; Mondays. Of course it will add up through the week. A part of me is hoping it adds up to the point of making her realize that “hey if I’m good throughout the week, I won’t hurt so bad on my only day off with Mistress.” If it doesn’t I guess I will go to the extremes…
What would you do if a close friend was making a very big mistake and they didn’t even realize the hazard?
A friend of mine is putting her marriage on the line. For discrete reasons let’s call her R. R has been married for only 1 year but with her husband for 3 years. Let’s call him O.
R is inside making out with someone that isn’t her husband. She says O is okay with it as long as he knows. But how okay can he be when we don’t even see the two together anymore? He’s always hulled up in the other room and R and her new flame are always cuddling in the living room where I’m suppose to sleep.
Sleep is a foreign concept in this house but one that is necessary to my survival. I have to be up in 3hrs to drive to a wedding that takes place a hr and a half from here. We all do. But its hard to sleep when R is practically fucking this guy on the couch.
I just can’t sit by quietly anymore. Even brat is having issues. Since this whole thing started the whole vibe of the house has changed. Its charged and completely ready to explode. Its only a matter of time.
In my eyes once you find your one, the person that makes your life worth living, you don’t need to go out and fuck someone else. It isn’t right to me. Ever since I’ve been with brat I haven’t even thought of another person like that. Sure, like any human I look at what’s out there. I am apreciative of the female form. It doesn’t mean I’d go out and screw them the next day.
It makes me wonder how okay O really is with all this. I have been told many times O and I are very similar which makes it even harder for me. I love him dearly like a brother and I love R as a sister. But I can’t help but feel she is going to loose everything over this and so will O. Not only will he loose his wife but his best friend, the guy R is fucking.
I need to figure out a faster way to move out. All this bad karma is going to hit and hit hard. I don’t want brat and me to be here when it does…