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.

Happy new year!!!

Well. It’s been months since I last wrote. A lot has happened. All positive, actually. A lot of hard work. But you know what you’ve accomplished.

Right now I’m in bed with a laptop on my knees. I have a martini to my left. My lady is on the right. She has a vibrator in her vagina. She’s wearing one of my boxers over it. Horizontally from the back to the front pulled tape fixes the vibrator upwards. The boxer shorts are not very sexy, but they keep the vibrator reliably free of adhesive residues of the tape. My lady sighs under me. When I move the vibrator, it smacks. She is clearly aroused. But her hands are tied so high up that she can’t reach under her nipples. In any case, the private parts are inaccessible. A blindfold prevents me from being distracted by her eyes 🙂 . . She enjoys. I enjoy. Fits.

A short outline for teasing 🙂 :

  • We replaced my lady’s wardrobe with one purchased by and with me.
  • We celebrated our 1-year anniversary with many guests. I successfully asked every guest to play with her – it took three hours of playing before this was finished and I took my lady off with a view to potentially pinched wrist nerves.
  • We discovered that we had rather accidentally built up a large circle of contacts that consisted almost exclusively of playful scene members.
  • We celebrated New Year’s Eve with a couple of friends from the scene.
  • We had phases in which we noticed that my lady showed fear reactions when she was alone with me – and came out of it after a good analysis. We retained a certain amount of respect for the master.
  • We dared to go to the first castle parties.
  • We “managed” the children for the most part. The weeks run almost entirely harmoniously. At the end of a week, in which 6 children were with us, one is not ready for vacation.
  • I end the year as a self-employed person with well-filled accounts.
  • We are tiiiiired.

The above list will serve me – besides the function of a sign of life to you – as a reminder to write texts again from time to time 🙂 .

I notice with astonishment that we seem to have hundreds of visitors. Per week. That is motivation to continue…

Greetings to you all!

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‘Muggles, Part 2′ aka “Building a social network of SM loving people III’

Good morning 🙂

Do you remember the “Muggles“-Posting? My lady and me had to choose between a birthday full of party people… and a fetish party.

We went to the birthday. We had some fear, how well we would fit in there. We had learned to not fit good in a group of normal people.

To sum it up: it went well.

At first, I stuck me and my lady to the one and only gay person ion the room. We had a nice talk with him. There were several situations, where he talked about problems in the big family… he had problems in being “special” in his big family…

… and we got the used situation of “not being able to talk about the things which we are really interested in”. We could have talked with this gay guy, some people around him, about our topics. But we felt this not fitting.

THEN we changed to an other person. A “girl” of 30-40yrs. She asked, where we both met.

I paused.

And paused.

And thinked.

She said: “Well, of course you can just make up some spontaneous story…” .

I thought “no”.

I answered “on a social network of SM-affine people”.

“Cooooooooooooooool. Wow, you’re soooo open with that. Can I ask you some questions??????”

We did not come out of those questions for two hours. The host came along “Ohhh. THAT topic. Cool”. He liked that this was talked on his party. Some time later the host came along again “Ups. Still same topic???”. And he went by.

In the beginning there was an annoying point in the questions. After some minutes we were asked “Do you have rules? Please give us one. At least one. Pleeeeeeease.” I shouted “Hei. We are in no animal park here?”

But then it continued nice!???? My ladies scarf around the neck – hiding the collar – went of in minutes. We just behaved as we do. My lady sitting below me, me giving a massage to the head… we both sitting on a terace, me on the couch, she with her head on my knees… beautiful 🙂 .

Muggles – Aka ‘Building a social environment of SM people :-) II’

Good Morning,

I would like to take up again the aspect of building an SM-shaped social environment. Last time I wrote this mid of may in the thread “Building a social environment of SM people”.

To start with, my lady and I now have the term “Muggle” for “Vanillas”. That fits better. They’re different. May be nice. May be good-looking, may do great things, may be stupid, may be arrogant. Ultimately, however, these attributes do not matter. There are Muggles somehow.

I wrote in the above article about trying to build an SM environment. I wrote about organizing a barbecue. I wrote that we used WhatsApp groups with people we went to parties with together.

What became of building of a social environment?

The barbecue took place. It was nice. Interesting. We had invited ALL participants for a barbecue through a telegram group, in which a part of the SM people of our city is networked. 15 came :-). They came in, partly curiously, whether we meant it honest, that they should now enter our door :-).

Many people knew us afterwards. And they got us known as a couple – as we had invited – and not as individuals.

Afterwards we found another group … organized over hundrets of miles, networked via a team messenger. The organizer of this group had pre-filtered well – making this team messenger a kind of social network for trusted people. You post traces of yesterday’s canings. You make an appointment for parties. WE asked in one of the channels several times, who wanted to have breakfast with us. 3x in the meantime :-).

We found nice people. By Connections, which developed thereby, we found ourselves one evening on a barbeque, which became in the course of the evening in the cellar of the inviting pair to the SM-Party :-). My lady and me went as first in the basement and came out as last. I had worked on her for the longest. When we came upstairs, three girls were standing in a circle, beaten with whips by two men circulating around them. When we went outside, people were sitting around a campfire again.

We learned: THAT is where we want to go. And: we want that for us too. We were very motivated to plan this ourselves. We surfed for furniture that you could buy. We surfed for furniture (buck?), which you might also regularly leave in the living room.

Muggles

Oh well. And then an old friend of mine invited him for his birthday. We actually wanted to parallel to a scene event. “Are we going to the Muggle event?”

In advance, my lady had noticed several times that she gets in her working environment problems to talk about her life. It’s not that she can not talk around unfitting aspects. But the things that interest her most, she can hardly tell.

From my professional environment, I realize that I am only interested in one person as a person: the one client who tells me frankly that he is going to a dominatrix. The rest of my professional environment is “nice”. But they are muggles.

Finally, we decided to replace our scene event that weekend with another. We’re going to that Muggle birthday. But are also a bit uncertain, if we do not ask ourselves after 2 hours, what we do there.

It’s Muggles. It does not fit right. My lady can not just kneel in front of me. There may be people who look funny when she sits in front of the couch on the floor.

Well. We will see…