Our way in the domestic discipline – or: about the duty of spanking your wife… (duck away)

Preamble

Properly socialized men don’t write what I wrote above as a headline.And properly socialized women only trust men who would not write such a headline.

I count myself among the properly socialized men. I count my lady as a properly socialized woman. At least we were three years ago, if I use the above as a benchmark.

There are men in social networks of the SM scene who post pictures of their ladies. The men are often over 50. The often considerably younger ladies find themselves chained in basements. Beaten. Hung up until they were “soft.” Usually “used”, sometimes to the point of unconsciousness of the ladies. The men often preach under the photos why they do the only right thing from their point of view. On the basis of the fact that the photos often extend over longer periods of time, it can be guessed that the ladies repeatedly appear with these gentlemen. Based on the photo series visible over periods of time, I assume that the women’s limits are slowly shifting. They become ” obedient “, as the men write. Based on the descriptions of the tops, I assume that unrestrained horniness is at play – especially with the ladies. And I also assume that this is the case precisely because of the treatment they receive there.

Our position on this three years ago

Fantasies of my lady and me were shaped by these pictures. Keyword primary “d.e.b.r.i.s.” / “DEBRIS”. But they were far away from what we thought was sensible/thinkable/healthy/…. reality.

My lady strongly assumed to want exactly something like that. She was afraid of automatically drifting into it in any S&M relationship – and completely denied herself for that very reason. She consistently went into an open marriage with a vanilla – and got the “play” externally. The open marriage was the safe harbor into which she returned after possibly heavy play weekends. The open marriage prevented at the same time, as an effective reasonable self-protection, that my lady gave herself up in SM.

I found the pictures interesting. But I couldn’t begin to imagine that scenarios like the ones described above could be a meaningful part of a healthy relationship. It didn’t even occur to me to include such aspects.

Our view – as you can imagine – has changed a lot.

Of mice and men

Let’s take again the picture that properly socialized subs only get together with properly socialized tops. In 90% of all cases, in my experience, this is what happens:

After stormy getting to know each other and many weekend meetings, the properly socialized subs moves in with the properly socialized top.

And then it goes to the rocks. Because the properly socialized top, being a good man, keeps his distance from oppressing the woman. And he knows, thanks to his rationality, that he would do that if he were constantly top. He would be violent. He waits dutifully until the woman feels like playing again – while the woman somehow has other problems. And is otherwise frustrated that the man doesn’t give his part of the relationship because he is no longer a top. The properly socialized top becomes a vanilla couple with the properly socialized sub in the long run – if all goes well. The resulting couple maybe times “plays”.

Problems on pair level: the top especially does not give his part of the partnership if he is not top. If it then comes to it that Sub tends to have less desire for sex/DS/SM etc., because she is simply not stimulated by the emerging vanilla constellation, it does not get better. If either has children or pets, the couples therapist has even more to do.

The sad rule, in my opinion, is that top and sub often wear themselves out on relationship problems because the sex they were having is no longer working the way they are having it now. The tops and subs break up, get together with others. In my environment, those couples who have been together for more than two years remain in the minority. The couples that have been together longer, or live stable cosequent SM, are in my experience 50 years…. or older.

Well, you dear properly socialized world. Now we’re getting to the point where there’s a knot that the 30-40 year old well socialized man and the associated well socialized woman can only untie if they jump over their shadows. And do things that disturb the well-socialized rest of the world.

All of a sudden, then, yes, it has its logic when a couple decides that after moving in together, top is top and sub is sub. But the couple still has everyday life. One slips out of the “roles”. Both sub, and top.

If then sub wants to stay sub, the top is suddenly in the duty to let his sub be sub, even if he has just the head full of work/children/tiredness.

From the duty of doing unspeakable things

And already we are at the apparent platitude of the duty for top to spank/use/lock up/etc. his sub. Even when he is not stimulated. We are at the apparent platitude that women “want it after all” and therefore you have to give it to them. We are at the unspeakable formulation that to spank one’s wife is in fact “caring”. That one ignores the needs of one’s wife and treats her badly if one does not use her roughly and demandingly.

Keep in mind that up to this point in the relationship, it’s only about men that the well-socialized women trusted before.

Uaaaah. The aspect of this text ending up as “16+” on the internet is challenging. Standing on their own, these sentences are in fact heavy.

And for that very reason, it’s exactly what I think many SM people have to deal with at some point.

You have to go through the necessary thought processes in a legally and morally correct way. You quickly get to topics like “at what point is it real violence?”. Where does violence begin and end in the relationship?What can I do psychologically with my wife without endangering her mental stability? According to what criteria may a woman even dare to allow a partner to do “that” permanently? To whom does a woman entrust herself in such a way that she allows herself to be flushed down the man’s gullet as a mouse with skin and hair, so to speak? Does the partner pull her also pleasurely at the tail his throat up again? Or does he change at some point in such a way that he swallows her right down, if he already has her in his throat?

In my experience, few couples follow through with this line of thought. Most of the “good” guys and girls shift down a few gears after a stormy relationship start time.

In my experience, most of the few tops and subs who have stably completed these lines of thought for themselves, and in doing so have jumped over the principles of their socialization, are over 50. I get this impression, for example, from the age structure I see at O parties.

On the other hand, the couples who dare to keep top top and sub sub, have a certain magic in them. It’s exactly the magic that Vanessa Smith describes so flowerily in “Progressive Domestic Discipline” that we didn’t take it seriously at first. The couple makes a contract that no one will take away from them so quickly.

Our world

Couples who can complete the above thought processes in such a way that they end up healthy for both of them have arrived in what I see as Domestic Discipline. The word “marry” takes on a different meaning here at the wedding.

I now see little difference from us as a couple to the gentlemen and ladies who play the violent games I mentioned at the beginning. My lady needs to be beaten to keep her obedient. However, she also likes herself considerably more when she is obedient. Yes, it has positive effects on the partnership when I alternate spanking and using my lady. My lady needs, gladly in bound condition – the cock unasked and firmly in the mouth. This is exactly what makes her soaking wet in a few seconds. My lady and I need it that I lock her away chained from time to time – so that she becomes more aware of her role. And she has many orgasms with all this.

I of course would never put photos of all this on the net. I have great respect for not leaving my lady intact during all this. I have so much respect for it that my lady constantly finds it a bit annoying. These are all things that make us as a couple massively different from the gentlemen mentioned above. I still want to be with my lady in 20 years 🙂 . As a properly socialized man, my limits had to be pushed over the years before I got there. “Head of Household” (HoH) and “Taken in Hand” (TiH) in the sense of “Domestic Discipline” we did not become overnight.

And my lady has definitely participated vigorously in pushing my limits. She didn’t really push along. But she kept holding out the road signs to me that showed the way. I “only” had to follow the rules. But in the process, some of the socialization went away.

Not that she actively begged for me to treat her harshly. But she was repeatedly – within days – displeased when I didn’t spank her. Grumpy. Bratty. Started thinking like a vanilla lady and was unhappy about it. If I hit her, it stopped. Then she was sweet again. (Uhhh, what a sentence). If she has been dry underneath, I quickly learned that slaps, violent punches and a firm use in the mouth were an effective remedy (I duck away). From such facts a certain behavior manifested itself with me. That’s what we do to the inside.

If I in turn regularly show this behavior, she grins so wonderfully when I kiss her neck in the kitchen while making breakfast. Or when I wish her bon appétit while she’s eating. The magic that comes from this is what defines us and is perceived from the outside. We are clearly a great working couple. Like out of the Domestic Discipline textbook. Virtually without power struggles. Efficiently working together. Balanced. Giving only good things to the children.

I, as a well-socialized man, slowly but surely pushed my limits under the guidance of my well-socialized lady. And it is an exciting journey 🙂 .

Postscript

I would like to add a few words on the subject of “children”. Even since they do not belong into this text. Or just because they don’t belong into it and I don’t want to be misunderstood precisely in this point.

In order not to steer couples, who find us interesting, on wrong tracks: guys and gals – the children belong in my above way of thinking into what externals see. I firmly assume that children would not sort the above described facts into the right pigeonholes. Children, in my opinion, will never be able to process consensus in the context of violence as such. At least until the point they start to understand sexuality, they will misunderstand 100% everything they perceive. Children belong on the fluffy “mom and dad love each other sooo much and I like the cake at home” side of what you can broadcast as a couple. That they are on that side of possible impressions is your holy job.

Live, corona and everything, part I

We started this blog with the goal of telling you about our changes.

Some of them have happened. Quite positive ones. But you hardly get to celebrate your successes… because life currently feels like an express train with us.

Regarding our relationship, many things have remained constant. The children are getting older and more mature. The first child has been getting grades in school since the summer and is doing well. The group of 6 of our children is becoming a squad of stepbrothers who help each other. In this way, they get along more on their own. The older ones can print out coloring pictures for the younger ones. The younger ones don’t break as much anymore. The kids watch TV on their own on weekend mornings. That’s partly dumb. But the deal with them was “whoever wakes up in the morning doesn’t wake up other kids but gets to turn on the TV”. So on average they sleep longer at the weekend. But it has become a ritual with them, which they like. And we (now comes the important part) can stay peacefully in bed during that time. And recover from the week. There is more time to give love to the children. My lady still sleeps tied up beside me, she doesn’t know if I use her from the beginning of this helplessness in one of the three possible entrances or if she can’t defend herself against being beaten. I put out her clothes in the morning. She uses the formal form to me and mostly talks around it to the kids. She is a bit scared of me, at a level that is mutually acknowledged as helpful. I love her glow when I touch her indecently – she knows she better let me – and she is simply happy.

So far so good.

Still, life runs fast trains with us. At least I need sleep on the weekend. But at the latest around half past seven I get awake.

About Corona we are both now for months permanently at home. The children as well. Our landlady has quit, we have to find a new one as soon as possible.The first one we hired went back to her old employer. The second one we wanted to hire turned us down. Reason: she did not dare to take responsibility for 6 children.

My company is doing well. I now have two students as employees. I will probably be able to hire one of them permanently in a few months. In the second half of the year, the company had tremendous sales. Unfortunately, the work was probably objectively too much – it still has to be worked off in 2021 what was promised for 2020. As part of all my acquisitions, I at least managed to place the company as part of a government funded consortium – which will be a significant source of revenue for the company for 4 years. With which I can pay my employee, for example. Our house now has a gigabit connection. My lady, like me, has adaptive noise-canceling headphones. Two videoconferences while there are 6 kids in the house due to Corona? Works for me…

Unfortunately, a thousand reasons to spend money can also be found. The boys are simply eating the hair off our heads. When food is delivered for six children, a small truck comes. At the end of the week we have a lot of garbage, neatly sorted into plastic (for recycling), paper, glass, compost and rest. At least, thanks to waste separation, we can limit the latter item to about 80l per 2 weeks. The boys regularly need new clothes due to growth, dig holes in the lawn, destroy garden furniture. Borrow knives from the kitchen that come back broken. The expense items that go back to “goofing off” are really dwindling…. But are still there. I think underspends on such things are fluidly exchanged for overspends on food. On the side, one still has to pay money as divorce settlement for the ex. Lawyers still cost money. And we are managing to bring all that up…. It is also slowly getting better and better structure. But it’s a lot.

And so life goes on.

Couple relationship? It is going on. But I’ll take that in the following article.

Top is baking Sub – Sub is baking Top

One of our first texts is the one on the start page. Among other things, it says that we wanted to let you participate in how we are changing.

A short general remark: we don’t get to describe this in detail anymore 🙈. We would sit for hours in front of the computer. Much more hours than we can reasonably invest. We can only catch up slowly from behind. I’m just afraid that we’re moving on and on – and that we’ll never be able to catch up at the end.

One aspect of this change is a conversation I had with my lady about half a year ago. At that time I noticed somewhat horrified that she doesn’t like certain things I do with her at all 😨.

She said that she did not want to be chained up at night. She did not like sleeping naked next to me. She doesn’t like me laying out her clothes either. She generally has a different idea of the weighting of giving children love and structure in the task of “being a parent”.

It turned out that she did not like the individual aspects so much – but she liked the overall picture of ” abandoning” herself 😘. From this overall picture, in turn, it was protective to be restrained. It was easier to accept taking care of children as the master does. To be constrained. Not having to think about what you want. What to wear – because it is easier to wear what the master lays out than to discuss it with him. Not having to think about whether you want sex at night – because you are chained anyway and the crotch is exposed thanks to nudity – not having to think about whether you want to satisfy – because it is easier to do that than to take what happens when you are forced.

All in all, it turned out that she feels deeply secure in taking on what I want.

I came across the phrase “Oops. I’m baking my custom-made sub” in my head. So where are my lady’s needs then 😯?

I found it partly as scary, partly as beautiful, when I understood that my lady finally was adapting to me with much love and devotion in many things.

That is now some months ago. I do not know exactly when. From this point on we went on walking anyway. And it changed us, too. I learned, for example, that it is important to take my lady’s devotion in a disciplined way. And also to give security in a disciplined way by forcing continuity in rules and in our behaviour. This is so easy to write here – but it also means that sometimes you’ re dead tired and take time for things you would not do after pure fun 😜. Because you realize that they are important for the other side.

My lady enjoys being forced. It’s really liberating for her to be able to enjoy things without having to think about how much she wants them – because otherwise she will be forced anyway. She lives the dream of the helpless slave, which has been existing since puberty. It should be noted again that all this only works because I am only happy when she is – and would not show any behaviour in which she is regularly dissatisfied.

This in turn leads to sub also “baking” her top. Which theoretically forces her into forms and is happy to see her come out of the form. But in the end he only does what makes the cake feel good, because otherwise it would taste bitter to everyone.

The end result is that we as a couple show a behaviour in which we do what we think is good for the other. We change in the process. Slip deeper into certain behaviors. Acquire new ones. And are highly harmonious 😊 .

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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Our view on the BDSM-based Domestic Discipline

We had an interesting, long discussion with friends yesterday. It lasted until deep after midnight.

The topic was on relationship models 😇. It is noticeable how far my lady and I are away from the social standard in the meantime – and with which vehemence certain ideas set with us.

We indeed firmly believe that equality in a relationship is exhausting 😲. For both sides.

For example, my lady was on vacation with her family. Someone had left a jam jar on the table. Those present seriously discussed who was going to clean it up. They were frustrated that it was still there. After an hour 😭. And continued to discuss.

We see couples seriously 😵 discussing the splitting of work on the many things in life (shopping, doctor’s appointments, hairdresser’s appointments, tidying up rooms, we don’t have any more garbage bags, we need new diapers in size M, …).

We experience that female parts of a relationship buy a dog and the ladies joke months later that there has actually been no sex with her husband since the dog arrived.

We still know discussions and frustration about which partner would have had more or less orgasms lately.

Who reads to the children? How to solve problem XYZ?

Our opinion / Our knowledge / Our faith

My lady and I firmly believe that in a relationship one person should take the lead.

We believe that this works great when the leading person is seriously interested in the optinion of the other part.

We believe that the leading person can actively incorporate the experience and skills of the other part and both will have more of it afterwards.

We believe that in a relationship, one person should have the “final say” and both have more of it.

We believe that taking responsibility by taking leadership leads to responsible behavior among responsible persons.

We believe that a passive person will not feel oppressed, but protected, happy and guided.

We believe that both parts of such a relationship should write a set of rules that they both take seriously.

We believe that such a set of rules should contain clear roll-maintaining elements that may well contain that the guided part is beaten as part of maintenance spanking or regularly “used” sexually.

We believe that this relationship concept results in two mentally and sexually balanced individuals, which releases a lot of positive energy where power struggles and imbalances have been before.

We believe that third parties, including children, perceive a loving, balanced, reliable, teamplaying couple that can move mountains.

Review

The above is a kind of creed of the Domestic Discipline 😀.

I know that these sentences frighten many people. From our experience it is also practical that most people first get to know us as a couple and naturally only get to know what happens in the background after getting to know us better. If it were the other way around, we would probably meet with fierce resistance.

An important prerequisite for the above to apply is the passive disposition of the “guided” part of such a relationship. Only in this way can the necessary real consensus emerge, from which both parties do the relationship.

But because of contents like the one above, I gave this website a “16” rating.

Related posts, which I wrote in the course of time, on the topic

And on we go – to CIS

We’ve been together for a year since some time. We reflect more and more our relationship. We realize that we want to go “further” in the relationship. Concretely: go to CIS 🙈.

I investigated the web, interested in the possibilities. I found it interesting that I found almost nothing on the net. For example, if you search for “TPE”, you will find a lot of forum posts. If you search in the same forums for “CIS” you won’t find anything 🙄.

We conclude from it that we stand slowly alone on far corridor. Both in the SM environment of our region, and now in the Internet there are hardly any references to which one can refer.

For us CIS will mean that my lady should know that she is not coming away from me. She wants to know that she can cry helplessly over situations – but she has to chum up to me as a gentleman. I, on the other hand, look forward to cultivating her and our relationship in this state.

For a long time, I felt that such a path of relationship was unthinkable 😂 . Attributes like “too exhausting” or “only possible with women who are mentally too far away from me” were buzzing around in my head.

My lady, on the other hand, offered herself throughout the year. On many occasions. Again and again. She realized that she would trust me. That she could dare to live with me in a relationship she would not dare to have with others.

She advised me which striking tools hurt in which ways. She tried out things with me in shops like whole-head latex masks. She offered several times – and made it clear that she liked it that I decide about her so much that I give her to other men. Together we went our way deeper and deeper into letting my lady be used by other gentlemen (see blog posts “Use I/III/III”).

Over the months I experienced that my lady reacted all the happier the more I had moved away from “normal” social standards in individual deeds. I experienced how she accepted certain things from me, trusting in the overall situation or in me as a whole.

I slowly see that I switch off my empathy according to the situation – I am then no longer empathetic towards my lady, but towards the lady I have later, after the impressions of my consequence/ cruelty/love have sunk into her.

This in turn leads to the fact that I really head for the CIS. Respectfully. But knowing, that we will do it…

Use III

Looking back on our history as a couple there was still the thought of having my sub used in the room in April . We had noticed that the circle of couples, who are able to go to “such” parties as a couple, ultimately sorts itsself to dear people. The thought of a scenario in which my lady is primarily “used” in a controlled environment – best for a longer period of time – didn’t let go.

She found a party.

Still a SM party, but this time with a considerable surplus of men. Expressly not presorted to have couples present. Instead, explicitly targeting the male surplus. The ladies had to appear relatively permissive. From the dress of O to nudity, all dresses were allowed. Ladies who not wanted to be used were allowed to come – but please keep the collor off. Dominant ladies had to stay outside.

This party was different from the beginning.

It started with the men and women being separated from each other at the beginning. This left the men among themselves in the main room. At the bar, on couches, etc. .

The organizers wanted the gentlemen to get to know each other in this time. But actually most of them just sat there relaxed and waited for the ladies to be shown.

There were many gentlemen. The average age was again relatively high. At least above ours. For the first time in years I had a little stress before an SM party. And heart palpitations. So many men? And what if my lady was now – from mixture of general attractiveness and low age – one of the most desired “targets”?

The organizer came in and opened. He explained the rules of the SSC to the men and presented with high conscientiousness how it would go among SM-people.

He explained to the gentlemen the function of the disinfectants standing around. He asked them to disinfect their hands after playing with a lady. Under no circumstances should they grab into one lady first and then into the next without disinfection (hope that Trump did this, too).

Uhoh. That had to be explained? SSC had to be explained?

The ladies were led in. All with hooded cloaks over their clothes. Some naked, some with corsets and skirts, some in O dress.

The ladies were placed in a circle, while the men watched from armchairs, couches, or a gallery. The organizer then went in a circle, opened the knots of the capes and gave them to the ladies in their hands. When all the knots were open, they dropped the capes at his request.

The ladies were then left standing for a while. They were asked to turn the front out so that they could be watched. They were led to their masters. These again let them kneel down, locked them in cages, etc. . Several times 5-10 women were led in this way, 4-5 times in a row.

It became very obvious that at least the couples present – and thus also their male parts – had much more experience than that one had to explain the basics of the SSC.

(Did I already mention that my lady suggested right at the beginning that one should rather agree on RACK than on SSC? -> we orientate ourselves on RACK)

When my lady unveiled her hooded cape, she was standing there beautifully. Youthful. Her gaze lowered. In the dress of O. With underbust corset. With a transparent cloth around her neck and over her breasts. Wrist cuffs secured with cable ties. Collar.

When she was brought to me, I removed the cloth over her breasts. I put a blindfold on her. I tied her hands and let her kneel on a pillow that was ready. While she was kneeling I watched from a gallery – together with other men – the unveiling of the other women.

Until then I had not exchanged words with anyone. Most of the other men were silent as well. To communicate finally with someone I shared a few thoughts on the gallery with a man of my age. I joked that I would be afraid of theoretically having a big choice tonight… but in practice I might not feel calm and would perhaps not really move away from my lady the whole evening.

He whispered back: “Yep. But in case of doubt it’s very easy: if it gets too hard, you take off her collar and place her on a couch.”

OK. The thought was worth keeping in mind…

The organizer asked all men to introduce his lady to other men. To show them around. To talk to each other.

I did, as requested, removed my lady’s blindfold, put on her collar, began to lead her.

After about 2 minutes I stopped that. The others didn’t actually go around either. They went quickly into the game.

So I fastened a chain to a ceiling hook next to armchairs and couches in the main room, fastened her hands above her head, blindfolded her, placed ear plugs.

The wolves already surrounded us.

An older gentleman in a tux asked if he could touch her. I affirmed – and it started. I watched the scene.

My lady was grabbed everywhere. At the breasts. Between the legs. The gentleman rubbed his limb – through the closed suit on her. His noises were such that I thought he had penetrated her. But the angle was not right. So he was obviously only strongly aroused.

I began to notice that the flowing O-dress would keep me from seeing what the gentlemen were doing exactly in my lady’s pubic area all evening. That was not ideal.

Likewise the underbust corset was pretty – but left the breasts free. They were sucked, they were kneaded, they were pinched. Was that what I wanted? And what about the two-year-old who wanted to drink from the breasts?

Soon afterwards the first one penetrated her. I had been only a few meters away at the bar and had got myself a drink – he had already penetrated when I was back. I pointed out in amazement that I hadn’t seen him put on a condom, if there was one on it? He withdrew briefly. I saw the condom. I smiled, said “attack”, he grinned and it went on.

There were many men in the course of the evening. I don’t know how many. My lady hung with her hands up on the ceiling hook and was allowed to feel how one after the other penetrated her. She simply couldn’t control anything. There were sometimes 2-3 men parallel to her. They left her head free despite the fact that I had not marked it for that.

In the course of the evening I took sometime disinfectant and cleaned the breasts. I noticed that it was important to fix the hands securely at the top – so nobody could loosen the hands to lead them into his intimate area. And because the hands were fixed at the top, the mouth was safe from someone coming up with the idea of leading it into his intimate area.

By the mechanically secure fixation of my lady also the situation was fixed in a controlled way. One could reach the pubic area and breasts. And that was all.

For me, the picture with the many men was slightly disturbing. But it was also clear to me that my lady was in the highest heaven. She knew that I was taking care of her. I also went to her several times and briefly stroked her face in a way that made it clear to her that this was me. The men respectfully went back for a moment in those moments or paused. My lady obviously always felt this to be a short safety time. Then it went on.

As feared, I did not get to look around for other ladies. I had also not the slightest desire on it. I simply had a more important task.

After about 1,5 – 2 hours I stopped the situation. The most important reason for me was that my tension level was too constantly high. Also from the mouth of my lady came words, which were rather stammered and quiet. I noticed that in one situation I couldn’t really define, if there had just been a “help”. This would have been against all party codes. “Mayday”, “red”, … would be what she would have had to say if she really wanted to stop. But the fact that she could barely talk was a little too much of a good thing.

It was actually enough. And who even said that her hands weren’t slowly numb? My lady had been hanging in her fixation for a really long time now. The hands had been cold for a while. That I could see under the dress of the O only limited whether the gentlemen really used condoms, had increased in the long run also my stress level.

The party was about fun… and it was time to end this 😷 .

I took her off, led her – still deaf and blind – in front of an armchair. Let her kneel. Got me a drink. Removed blindfold and earplugs. Let her put her head on my knees while I sat in the armchair. Slowly she returned to the real world.

My lady was happy. She was – from her point of view – “mine”. She had been “mine” because I had the power to make her available to others and to controlled the situation. She had had a dream fulfilled that she had had since her puberty.

The master I had spoken to at the beginning asked if he and his wife could sit down. I was happy. I joked that it would be great to end the evening the way it started.

We got into conversation with the couple. The gentlemen on the couch, the ladies kneeling on the floor 😘 . It was nice.

We have learned from the evening that we reached our borders. It was a beautiful evening. Once again we grew even closer together. But the previous “higher, faster, further”, which we had operated with regard to “third-party use”, can now be reconsidered.

In retrospect, it also got clear to me that my lady would first be given a spiral in her vagina before we visit such an event next time. It was reassuring how experienced most of the men were. With a mixture of social control and self-protection of the men, my lady was left in one piece. Nobody knocked her up. But with spiral the situation is simply more controlled than without.

On the way back from the party I realized that we now know the whole range of possible events in terms of the intensity of parties. And that now that the extremes are known, we should consciously reach into the middle of this range.

My lady had been very frustrated shortly before (two days) about how little time we have as a couple. After this party she shone again immediately. The special shine in hear face lasted for days.