Rules of Being Owned

Rule Number One- There are no rules except the ones you make.

In the last day or so I’ve thought about the rules Sir has set for me more than usual. Partly because of the question posted here, and partly because last night I had a more difficult time than usual following a rule. Particularly the one that prevented me from doing this 

I can be a pretty independent woman. I have a pretty decent head on my shoulders, and for the most part I don’t like to need people. (As my relationships got more serious, that was always a problem for me) So when it came to the rules a Dominant would want to impose it was sometimes a struggle.

I once served a Dom that wanted to control everything. When and what I ate. What I wore. When I cleaned. How often I contacted him. It did’t last long. I felt stifled, and micro-managed, and just bad.

Now I serve a Dom that in reality probably has more rules than the aforementioned one. However, his rules make me feel cherished, loved, special, and owned. Sir’s rules remind me that I don’t belong to myself, they send me further into my submission, and that makes me feel hot and whole.

So you won’t find me complaining that I have to exercise four times a week, or that he knows my schedule for the day, or that if there any major changes I must notify him, or that I am not allowed to wear my hair up without permission, or that paying a bill late will have negative consequences, or that I have to take 30 minutes to myself daily, or that I must wear an approved outfit when we attend lifestyle events, or that I don’t dare orgasm without his permission, or that I can only masturbate on Mondays.

The list goes on, but those are rules I strive to obey.

Because I am submissive

Because I am fulfilled

Because I serve

Because I love Him

 

 

TMI Tuesday: What is in your ice box?

What’s in your refrigerator (and freezer)?
1. Anything alcoholic? beer, wine, bottle of champagne?

Yes, Yes, and Yes. Jackson drinks beer (eww) I am the wine lover, and and who doesn’t like a little champagne.
2. Any guilty pleasures? Anything chocolate? Any ice cream?

My guilty pleasure right now is gourmet popcorn of the pineapple upside down cake flavor. I would have some in the fridge, but I ate it all earlier. I needed to get it out of the house. In the freezer we have some all natural fruit bars. Does that count as ice cream?
3. Any really old bottles of condiments?

Yes, a very old bottle of sweet and sour sauce, and an ancient package of whey protein. *trashing now*
4. Frozen pizza? Other frozen quick dinners?

Yaa I can finally say no. There aren’t any frozen dinners in my house.
5. Anything actually rotten or moldy?

Negative
6. What do you have in your fridge that the rest of us probably
don’t?

hmm maybe a rutabaga. I am not sure how popular they are, but they are yummy.

Bonus:  In the novel Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth, the main character, Alexander Portnoy, masturbates using a liver steak as well as a cored-out apple. Have you ever masturbated with food? What?

I have never masturbated with food. Wait is ice considered a food? It is kept in the freezer….

Bonus, bonus:  We’re curious, how many phallic shaped foods are in your refrigerator?

We have bananas, everything else doesn’t quite make the cut.

Tuesday are so Awesome

There are a few reasons why Tuesday is high on my list of favorite days of the week. In random order Tuesdays is considered “Two for Tuesday” by many in the Houston area, for me is Touch Yourself Tuesday, and then in this wonderful blogger world we have TMI Tuesday.  I’ve decided to sort of combine them all in this post.

Two for Tuesdays is the weekly funhouse at the R&B radio station here in Houston. They play two songs of an artist back to back, all day long. It is  a lot of fun because you often to get hear music no longer in rotation, or sometimes even some songs that were never in rotation. How many times do you hear a song by artist you haven’t heard from in a long time, which reminds you of another you like? Well on Two for Tuesday you get to hear them both! I love it. Can you tell?

So keeping in line with Two for Tuesday, whilst doing TMI Tuesday, I will be give you two sets of responses. One of which is mine, and the other a male buddy of mine. His answers are bold, mine are italic.  Here we go…

1. Answer Yes or No:
I Regret My First Kiss: No No
I Miss My First Love: No, No, he is still an active part of my life.
I Married My First Love : No, No we could never work long term as more than friends and lovers, funny how that something can be missing.
I Loved Someone That Didn’t Love Me: Yes, Yes, however it was only momentary, once I figured out that he didn’t feel the same I was done.

2. Do you consider yourself monogamous or polyamorous or some other category which you will explain or define for us now?

Monogamous, Monogamous, I could never have an actual relationship outside of my marriage. Can I say that even though I am not married yet? Now my future hubby has once before been pushy with me; encouraging me to have sex with one of my female friends. I think if I expressed the desire to do it again he would be all for it. On the other hand he would probably drop me like piece of molten glass if I dared the same with a male. When it comes to him he can look, but he better not consider touching. I feel like that is the doorway to all things damaging to a relationship.

3. Your partner is in the mood for sex and you are tired – what do you do?
a. Start snoring. There is no way I’m giving it up tonight.
b. Trade. You give me a massage… and we will see…
c. That would never happen!

B, B, I would never start snoring, that is just rude and inconsiderate. I do have times where I don’t want to be touched. When that happens I don my PJ’s that tell him just that. Usually he respects that, however, there have been times where I’ve been wearing my don’t touch me PJ’s and  he ignores them. At that point I sort of realize that he apparently needs me more than I don’t want him, and I let him have his way with me. It isn’t miserable, a quickie that leaves him sated, and all is well.

4. Does your partner mind if you masturbate, in bed, when they are there?

No, No, but I am only allowed to do it on Tuesdays. On those days it is simply a part of foreplay.

5. Describe your typical sexual romp:
a. You are playful and tame
b. You have occasionally introduced a few things like outfits and toys
c. You love trying new things and shocking your partner

B, B, This was a process of elimination. Even as a submissive I would never consider myself tame sexually, so A is out.  C, sounded good, I do love trying new things, but I can’t think of the last time I shocked Jackson. I think doing wiitwd especially on the subbie side, truly shocking is sort of hard to achieve. Maybe I should try though eh???

Bonus: What was your best ever masturbation experience. Why was it the best? Describe

The male friend and I were in debate about this answer. I only consider masturbation, masturbation if you are the one stimulating yourself. He disagreed, he considers a hand job masturbation as well, so here is here answer: “when i hadnt cum in over a month and i was jerked off in bed. i drenched her”  I immediately thought WTF  a month??? WHYYYYY, but I contained myself, that is none of my business. Since I didn’t get that information, I can’t forward it on to you.

My best ever happened to be last week. I believe there is something about someone you can’t have. What is it about the forbidden fruit? Last Tuesday I was expertly teased by my doppelganger Mari. I ended up taking a late lunch due to the long distance fun we had all morning with our words. However, that private time I had in my car was amazing, and totally unforgettable. I don’t know if it was the build up of tension, or the fact that I parked on a lower level than usual, with much more foot traffic, I don’t know why it was the best. It was one hell of an intense orgasm, that made much too big of a mess, and has me smiling just at the memory.

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Masturbation, wrote a post about it, here it goes…

1. My favorite place to masturbate is: in my car. I suppose my bed or the bathtub would be better. However, I am only allowed on Tuesdays and my Dom has usually sent me close to the edge of combustion by noon so that I can’t help but touch my self at lunch.

2. Have you ever masturbated in public? What were the circumstances? Define public? Ah what the hell, yes. A drunk version of myself at a swingers party while the couple I was “with” gave me a break.

3. Do you like mutual masturbation? Why? I didn’t used to, but I quickly found out that it was a problem with me. I wasn’t confident or comfortable enough with my body or the other person. Now despite how rare it happens, I do enjoy it. Something about watching him handle Thor.

4. When was the last time you masturbated? Last Tuesday, and I have every intention on tapping this pussy tomorrow.

5. Have you ever masturbated on camera? Yes, makes those business trips a little more interesting.

6. Do you like to watch people masturbate? People in general– not so much. Jackson absolutely, as mentioned before I love watching him handle himself. The slow strokes, the firm strokes, the look in his eyes while they beam at me.

Bonus: Have you filmed yourself masturbating? Care to share that film via a link? Yes, and not a chance in, well you know.

Brought to you by TMI Tuesday

I Smiled

My heart was still pounding, but slowly returned to a normal pace, my breathing slowing as well. I was hot, the sweat seeking escape from between our bodies. Jackson lay motionless, still inside me. His teeth not leaving my shoulder.

My hair clinged to me along with the distinct smell of sex. I needed a shower.

When he finally rolled over to his side of the bed, my body welcomed the breeze of cool air.

My hand drifted to my neck, moving the perspiration down my body to my breast. My nipples still perked and sore from the activities. I circled them with my fingers and continued on. The creamy wetness met my fingers. I swirled it around my clit, a moan escaping my throat. I brought my fingers between my lips and sucked softly.

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Caught wet handed, I put my hand down, and I smiled.

Tipsy, yet again

So here is the deal. I found this new mexican food place. It has Tequila in the name.  It makes the best margaritas I have ever had in my life. Thankyfully I am not as out of it as last time. I am not sure if it is because I had steak tonight, or because I had just one large margarita, instead of a large and a small. I feel really good again. I am noticings that I tend to run my fingers through my hair like crazy when I have been drinking.

 

Moving on.

Tomorrow I have to hop on a plane to Hilton Head, to be with the wicked with of the east. (don’t tell Jackson I called his mom that)

My goodness I love this place. I feel soo good again. I am sitting on the couch with my left leg over the armrest. I want touch myself really bad, because I am all exposed, but I’d be in trouble for that. I guess I didn’t drink enough to forget all the rules my dear dom has imposed on me. SO I will just sit here wishing he was here to put his head right there, and let his tongue do that grlorious work that it does.

How Do You Do It?

Due to a particular email I received in response to a previous post. I got to thinking about how I ask for sex. In the post, I literally ask, but that is a rare occurrence. I was that nice because he was sleep, and in that situation I am making a request. Granted, though, I would never expect him to completely turn me down, I guess he has the option. Nevermind no he doesn’t.

Usually though, my requests aren’t really requests. Just a quick flirty text, to let him know what is going to happen when I get the chance. Sometimes I completely assault him, and take what I want. That sounds bad, but he never complains.Occasionally if  I am allowed, I just masturbate until he can’t keep his hands off of me.  Other times I am seductive, and I go all out getting ready for him. I don’t really see that as asking.  I know when he sees me, there is no question, just a matter of time.

I’ve narrowed it down to three situations where I am truly asking. 1, like in the other post, when he is asleep 2, when he is working, and I know he is going to have to shuffle some things around for me, and 3, when we are some sort of public venue, and I need him to be on board.

Then I started thinking about him asking. I came to the conclusion he never asks either. Not really. He either assaults me in the most perfect ways, or he “asks” in his Dom voice, and that isn’t really a request either. If it ever is, I can’t see myself ever turning him down. Even when I am angry I don’t withhold sex. My mommy taught me that. There was never a time where my dad was kicked out of his bed. But back to the topic at hand.

In my analysis I’ve come to the realization, that neither of us has really ever said no. I don’t even say no when he asks me to go again.  I’d never put my “don’t touch me” pajamas on after I knew he was wanting some of this ( I just laughed at my use of that expression). Which has sparked more questions. Do you ever say no? Is it normal for us never to say no?  This is what happens when you don’t discuss sex with friends, you end up turning to the blogging world. 🙂
And now the original question… How do you ask for sex?