Live, corona and everything, part II

My lady now has a sub. She originally asked if she could have a bondage partner. This was during the time we had a rather empty house because of Corona.

My lady is great in bondage. Looking back, it was once again remarkably self-taught – but we know that about her. She had experienced bondage only as a passive during professional bondage lessons for me. And tied it down correctly virtually blindly after this. I didn’t notice that particularly. She had, after all, built bullwhips off the bat. And tinkered for children here and there works of art. All this autodidactics came to a noticable end at the end of the year.

But in the middle of the year it ended in the fact that I didn’t have enough fun with it in the long run. On the one hand, one must limitingly say that I like the handling of the ropes in principle – but not much more. We had a big difference there. On the other hand, however, I did not find it easy to remember every twist and knot. I used her partially as a encyclopedia when, for example, I didn’t know when putting on the 3-TK whether a rope had to be passed around at this or that point at the top or bottom. However, we both didn’t get into a good flow that way. It was better if she did it with someone else.

Our house was “empty” in a sense anyway via a Corona lockdown. We had the kids. But social contacts were lacking. Why not bring in S&M’ers? If anyone, it would be them. This thinking ended up in my lady, who could only work part-time, tying up her bondage partner in the living room, while I watched with headset to get Corona-conditioned contracts again. Or got me a coffee during phone calls and was happy that freshly used whips, canes etc. were lying around in the living room and we had SM life in the house.

The bondage partnership developed into a sub/dom relationship. As long as one can call this relationship. But “something” is there. You can call it whatever you want.

My lady is a nasty, mean, matter-of-fact sadist. Hums while tormenting. And looks amazing doing it.

Meanwhile, she regularly pursues her hobby of torturing her subbie. Partly at our house. Partly with him. Partly – due to corona – not at all.

How am I doing? Actually good. It is good and I always wanted her to have hobbies.

This is somehow not an answer to the question, how am I doing with it.

But it is an important partial effect. I saw my lady a bit skeptical about low social contact for a long time. I wanted her to bring in other inputs. She didn’t show much interest in social contact (another one of those points that ended up in that “noticable ending” at the end of the year). Wanted to be with me. I found the combination creepy. Found it desirable that she does something. Now she’s tormenting her subbie. Or enjoys an evening talking to him.

I hung restlessly on my cell phone the first night she wasn’t at our house. Watched her position report (which I can view). Didn’t fall asleep. Checked again to make sure she hadn’t left. Turned over in bed again. Looked again briefly at the cell phone. Well great.

I was not feeling very well. But I wanted it to happen. And there was no reason to refuse it. My dear lady is hyperloyal. And obedient. She only takes what I approve. So that was perfectly fine.

Over the weeks, I got used to it. And the guy is a good one. Brought us that “noticable end” at the end of the year. Nothing nasty. He just put things together with a high analytical talent, for which I had probably developed a kind of blindness.

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