Happy Thanksgiving!

Master and I spent the Turkey Day together, alone. It is our first holiday together, and I decided that I wanted to cook a whole feast even if it was just us; so we spent the day together cooking (Master is a wonderful cook). When it was time to eat, he told me he was thankful for me, and that he loved me. Well, I am sure I blushed with pleasure, as it is my deepest need and desire to please him! I am truly thankful that Lee is in my life, as I have such trust and respect for him. We are so suited to each other that it seems bizarre to have spent years just being acquaintances and co-workers; barely even friends, since we both studiously avoided each other (we were both married at the time, and both of us monogamous).
At this time last year, we barely spoke to each other... and here we are together!
Now, last night, Master had me on the leash and collar, and I was laying on the floor near him; he was laying on the couch. At bed time, he told me to go get his shower ready as it was time for me to bathe him. I love to soap up Master, since I get to touch him all over his body and wash his hair; Master usually takes this opportunity to play with my nipples or put his fingers into any orifice he chooses!
After shower time, it was time for bed, and Master chose to tie me up. I had my arms tied behind my back, and legs spread open. I was face down. Master used the crop, whip, and bare hand on my ass. I squirmed and begged to be allowed to come, but he wouldn't let me until so much later.
He used clothespins on my cunt, which felt so good, although it did pinch a bit when he pulled them off! He roughly fingered in both my cunt and my ass, and when I did finally get to come I saw stars, and felt blissful... then it was his turn to finish, and he did. In my ass. Hard fucking in my ass, and it hurt so good... I was making sounds I couldn't help, and came again when I felt him bury his cock and his load spill.
Afterwards, I was untied, and massaged (my arms cramped up a bit in the position I was tied in), Master kissed me gently and tucked me in. I love to be Master's fucktoy.
I truly had a Happy Thanksgiving!

Maintenance Spanking

Well, the other night Lee and I were decompressing after a busy night of work. He'd been working all day, and because of our jobs, needed to come with me to the stage to see what the director had been blocking (he's the set designer).
Anyway, it was fairly early in the evening, and we had a few cocktails. Now, I love to drink. I do, but I have to keep an eye on it as my temper can get quite volatile if I consume too much... or if serious conversation with heavy emotions starts up. Unfortunately, it was the Perfect Storm of situations this particular evening.
1. I drank with no food in my stomach, so even though I had just 2 cocktails, I felt the liquor strongly and quickly.
2. Lee wanted to have a serious discussion, that brought up some strong emotions. Primarily sadness (which I am not good at, so that gets turned to anger!).
3. I was emotionally pulling away from Lee, and not wanting to talk about why I was sad or angry.
Of course, my holding back emotionally is one of Lee's pet peeves, as it should be. I trust him, but my feelings are scary to me. I don't like to feel negative emotions, so I either avoid them (and bury them inside), or I get angry. Neither option is particularly healthy, and Lee has helped me see that this is true; moreover, if I trust him (which I do totally), then I should be able to share those emotions with him. Seems simple enough, but I am so fearful!
Anyway, Lee did tell me to go to bed, and remove my clothes. He did proceed to spank me quite hard and long, and later told me he felt it was a "reminder" spanking. To be honest I felt much better.
When Lee spanks me I bliss out. I get spacey, and very relaxed afterwards. The pain is strong, not overwhelming, and I cry out, it burns, and I have red marks on my ass afterwards for a day or so. Yet, afterwards I do feel very calm, quiet, and so much better!
On this particular evening (probably because of the alcohol), while I felt much better after the spanking; we fucked hard, which is always wonderful! But after the orgasm subsided and we were ready for bed, I got angry again. Lee held me tightly to him (I didn't like it... grrrr!) and I eventually fell asleep, in spite of myself.
The next morning I felt ashamed of myself for being so angry, and being such a brat. I arrived home after my morning errand to find him serious. I apologized for my behavior, explained what had happened to me emotionally (the fear, the anger) and he rewarded me with a sound fucking later that afternoon.
Personally, I believe that I deserved another spanking for the anger and rebellion I showed Lee after that Maintenence Spanking, but I would not question him in this respect.

Domestic Discipline

From LDD Blog:
"So discipline might occur every day, or every week, or every month, depending on what the couple agree is necessary or depending on what the Man decides is necessary for the woman."


Ok, so I realize this might sound absolutely horrendous to some of you reading, but this turns me on. Go figure. Yeah, I think I need to get spanked on a regular basis, just to remind me who is in charge of this Home. Do I feel like I am "less" of a partner in this relationship? NO! Emphatically NO. I realize I can be mouthy, bratty, and a handful at times. I doubt any amount of spanking would break me completely of these habits, as I don't want to be... but every now and again I do need some strict discipline.
The other night, I think it was last week... I didn't wear panties, even though I was wearing a skirt. I was on my way to work, and left my clean panties on the bathroom counter where I knew Lee would find them. When I left, I gave Lee a kiss and whispered that I wasn't wearing underwear. I thought he might not like it, but then maybe he wouldn't care so much.
When I got home everything was okay, until later. I came out of the shower, and Lee was sitting in bed reading. I was asked why I didn't wear underwear (to which I had no real good answer, except to be a Brat)...
I was promptly taken over the knee and spanked hard on my bare ass with his hand. Lee is quite firm, as his hands are big and heavy. After my spanking, I was told to stand in the corner. My ass was sore and red, and I felt ashamed of myself for my behavior. He sat on the bed and read some more of his book, then got up for some water. I didn't even think to get out of the corner!
When he got back he told me why he spanked me (no panties is kinda slutty), and then we fucked.
Now, I was WAAAY turned on by 1. He cared that I had no underwear on because I was His. 2. Being tossed over his knee, naked, and getting spanked left me very wet. **sigh** 3. Standing in the corner, and the shame I felt was a huge turn on too. The fucking that went on after was just the icing on a delicious cake!
I am no longer thinking about Why this turns me on or Why this is so gratifying sexually and emotionally, I just know that it Is.
Thank you Lee for caring enough to Take Me In Hand.

Journal # 3

Dated 10/23/09 8:53am

Today I AM wearing panties because of the spanking and corner time I got last night; but also because you have left so many loads of your cum, my cunt is creamy!

Journal # 2

Dated 10/22/09 5:33pm

I am NOT wearing panties. I am naked under these pants and what are you going to do about that? I know I am being bratty but I love the discipline.
Fantasy or Reality?
Stripped, spanked, made to sit in the corner until you feel it's enough. Of course you are fully dressed while you spank me over your knee. Then fuck me. Fuck me how ever you want. Tell me what you want me to do, for I am pliant and willing. I love you.

Hi!

Just an introduction... I live in California with Lee, my BF, which sounds ridiculous since we are far from being in high school. Lee and I love, live, and work together. This is not too much time together; I would spend more time with him if I could! I am very happy being the submissive in our relationship.
I have always battled with my need to be dominated. At the time I came into my adulthood, women were being told that they should go to college, get a career, and get out into the workforce. Women were expected to be in control of themselves and their careers. Men were your equal, and in NO way should you ever even think of letting yourself be controlled or dominated by any man for ANY reason.
I grew up in a very normal, nuclear family, with a father who worked and a mother who stayed home. My mother's frustration with her life (she wanted a career and family, my father was not supportive of her need to work outside the home)imprinted itself on me. I was confused by the notion that my need to be submissive meant there was something wrong with me.
What I was not supposed to want was a relationship in which the man in my life was the dominant partner in the relationship. I was not supposed to need to be punished for my bratty behavior and flirtatiousness. It was wrong to want to be treated like a princess, and being tossed over a knee and spanked was inconceiveable.
Yes, I am independent and intelligent. At work I have many responsibilites and am perceived as being opinionated, outgoing, and cunty at times. I have no problem speaking up for myself, or stating my position on any topic. I don't like to have to answer to people when I know I am right. I can be stubborn and rude.
However, I still need for Lee to assert his Dominance over me... sexually, physically and emotionally. More on this later...
I don't see why I can't be both, and it has taken me a long time to figure this out!