Friday, September 27, 2019

Spank Against the Machine

My uncle is a historian and he posted this on his social media this week:

I had wondered if this was actually real. If it was, I thought maybe they invented it as a way to discipline children...

Well, it is real! But it actually was invented for fraternity initiation rituals.

How interesting.

Monday, September 23, 2019

Uniform Decisions

Sir made some decisions about the uniform. The A-shirt stands. I've been wearing it for about a week and a half now.

It is taking some getting used to, but in general I like it. I do feel a little bit too exposed, but in a way, that can be a good thing...

Monday, September 16, 2019

Back from the Banks

Sir and I have just returned from a fantastic vacation to the Outer Banks.

I haven't been able to relax like this in a long while. We rented this baller-ass house with friends. It slept 14, had a hot tub, a pool, a viewing tower, oceanfront views, and was a 1 minute walk to the beach.

We were delayed 1 day due to Hurricane Dorian, but it turned out well. Took me 4 whole days to get relaxed, but it was just... beyond words.

We did a lot of nothing, sprinkled with some activities. Reading, sunning, hot-tubbin, pina colada sippin. Beach bumming. I did go to the aquarium and an old-time colony village with Sir. Went kayaking with my college girl friends. Checked out Jockey's Ridge State Park - the Sand Dunes were amazing.

I could easily stay there another couple weeks (or forever!) if it weren't for adult responsibilities. I still feel pretty jello-like, even after a day back at work. Hopefully this feeling will stay a while.

Or we'll have to plan another vacation!

A few photo highlights (we took over 1600 photos!)

The sunrise. Just sucks all the awfulness right out of you, and leaves it in the sand.

Went kayaking in the marshes. Saw a snowy egret!

This bathtub was amazing. And had jets!
I bought some bath bombs specifically for it. I want one at home!

Sir and I on the dock at the Roanoke Island Festival Park. 💚

Monday, September 02, 2019

Traumatizing the Neighborhood: It's worse, it's so much worse!

Sir and I have not had much time to ourselves this month. Every day I have had off either Sir was not off or I have had an obligation. We are trying to make sure we make private time for each other

We were finally able to carve a little time out for ourselves. Some unrushed alone time. We reveled in it.

So, we're right in the middle of having sex, and we hear the neighbor's kids outside. We sort of share a backyard, though there is a fence between us. I turn around, and I can clearly see them through our window fan.

If I can see them... well shit. They can see us. Sir has me carefully approach the window (we ARE both stark naked, after all). I am coming to the window from the side, so that I am unseen to quickly throw the blinds down.

Over the fan.

The FAN.

Which blows the entire window covering WIDE open. I am completly freaking out, and exclaim:

"It's worse, it's so much worse!"

 I duck down to cover myself with a sheet that was thrown on the floor. Sir is yelling at me to turn the freaking fan off!

I get it turned off, and at least now we cannot be seen.

But it would probably have been better for us to do *nothing*.

That caused so much more attention to the situation.

And once it was done... yeah, those kids were not outside anymore.

Sorry, neighbors!

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Uniform: Continued

There is more to the uniform story here.

After the comments my last post, where Sir was thinking (key word here) about having me wear a black leotard as a uniform, I feel the need to reply here and continue the story.

Some are under the impression that Sir and I have not already had an open discussion on the matter. Weighing the options. Of course we have. Sir and I have been together for over 8 years now. There is nothing we hide from each other, and though he does have the final say, I am not afraid to let him know how I feel. When I wrote my post, we had already had a discussion on the matter. I already told him my thoughts about it. I was waiting to find out what he decided.

Another thought was that asking me to do this arbitrary thing for the sake of feeling dominant might breed resentment. I do not think so. I don't think it is arbitrary for one. I don't think of it as something I would hate, either. Just because you're not overjoyed for something doesn't mean you feel hatred for it. Control over my dress and appearance is not arbitrary for us. I have been growing my hair out for 8 years, as an example. For another, I have already had a dress code for the past 7 and a half years. This is more of an extension of that. At first, changing the way I dress was difficult and I have been pissy about it at times. Sometimes it still is difficult. But I have never resented Sir for it. And it certainly has helped my headspace, though less so now.

If there was something that you knew made your partner happy, wouldn't you do it? A thing that does not cause you harm, but perhaps a little inconvenience into your day? A change in your routine? I know I want to make him happy. How is this different preparing a great dinner, putting on the perfume that they like, or keeping a clean house for them, as an example?

One person commented on the eventual "rote-ness" of it. That is a great thing to consider. I still wear skirts or dresses everyday when I am not at work. At first, it make me feel incredibly submissive, and reminded me of Sir, especially as we were not living together. When we first moved in together it also helped my headspace as I liked looking good for him each day. Today, it has become more or less part of me, and I don't think it affects me from a submissive point of view as much. But if it makes Sir happy, I am still happy to do it. It has become a little bit of my identity, I think though, in general.

A few months ago Sir asked me to stop growing my hair out. It was completely jarring. He said it had finally reached a good length. I don't know how to be the person who is not growing their hair. After all those years, it was part of me, and I still am not sure how to deal with that at present. One day at a time. Eventually this would become part of my identity, too, even if it wasn't something that I initiated or was in love with doing. It becomes part of you.

So, if Sir wants a new addition to the dress code, he will have it. I have brought up my concerns to him. He listened and thought about it, and came up with a different idea on his own. He's my Dominant, not an unthinking douche who doesn't consider my needs or what I have to say. I am not afraid of him, or of telling him how I feel and think. He likes that about me. Though he does make mistakes, we all do and he tries very hard to make me happy. What makes me happy is being submissive. So what Sir decides goes.

Instead of a leotard, Sir is now thinking about having me wear an A-shirt. (One of those long men's undershirt tanks). He is not sure if it will be white, or black. I will not be wearing undergarments with it unless I am on my cycle.

We talked about this idea too. It does solve some of the concerns I had about practicality, so while I am not initially wild over it, I think it will work. And while I don't find them particularly sexy at the moment, they have their appeal and I do know that if this is what he decides, the first time I put that shirt on I will definitely be in the right headspace, thinking about him.

Thanks for your input, I truly do appreciate it.
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