As I sit here in my chair, wearing a plug at my Sir’s direction, I feel peaceful and content. It is a beautiful day here in California. The weather is fairly warm, the sky a gorgeous blue, and my Daddy is sitting in a lounge chair by the pool with his shirt off. Next to him, also sunning herself, is a very pretty woman in a bikini. This is Daddy’s “friend”. I say friend as they don’t have a sexual connection, with Daddy being out of commission and all. But she is a woman that he is very close to, texts/calls every day, and sees in person every couple of months. Right now, he is laughing and smiling, and my heart is swelling with sheer joy.
If you would have asked me five years ago what I thought of open marriage or polyamory, I would have probably said “sounds interesting”. If you had asked me ten years ago, I am guessing I would have said, “not for me”. If you had asked me twenty years ago, when Daddy and I first got together, I think I would have said, “Absolutely not! Are you crazy?”. I am smiling now as I reflect on this evolution of thought surrounding this topic. Yep, I guess I am crazy 😊
Daddy and I have been through a lot on our journey together. Infidelity (on both sides), death & loss, major milestones (buying a house, career changes, etc.), and now… Daddy is sick. But we are facing his health crisis with as much grace, dignity, and hope as we can muster. Some days are harder than others. Today… is a beautiful day. Seeing my husband look happy today makes me happy.
Don’t worry, I have my fun too. First, Daddy gave me an awesome orgasm this morning. He used those fat sausage fingers of his and really worked me over, until I was writhing in ecstasy (thank you, Daddy). But I had some other fun today too.
I am grateful to have Sir in my life, a man who is consistent with my discipline and holds me accountable for my behavior (and if you haven’t figured this out from all my posts yet…spanking as discipline, for genuine misbehavior, is my kink). Early early this morning, I talked to Sir on the phone. He took me by surprise when he sent me to the garage for a spanking (he sends me to the garage so that the noise won’t wake Daddy when he is sleeping). You see, Sir and I are long-distance, but this doesn’t stop him from disciplining me. This morning, he chose to discipline me for irritating him the other day. This is only the second time ever that he has disciplined me for this offense (in our nearly two years together). I obediently took the paddle we have (we chose it on Etsy) and marched to the garage in my jammies. Sir directed me to lower my pajama shorts and then he gave me a blistering lecture, as he directed me to apply the paddle on his command. By the end, I was in tears (mostly from disappointing him… his words have a VERY strong effect on me) and my bottom was red and sore.
Sir also had me write lines for him today and to consider what it means to be “soft” for him. I inserted the plug at his direction; a little reminder of him and that I am his submissive girl. I thought about my attitude and what led to my discipline this morning. Sir always reassures me that I have a right to my feelings, that my feelings are valid, and he works hard to make sure that I know that he loves me, even when I misbehave. AND on this rare occasion, my emotional outbursts and the pain that it caused him…caused him great irritation. I thought long and hard on being soft for him and what a privilege it is to be in this D/s dynamic with him.
This is a snapshot of my adventures in polyamory. Today, I feel happy and content…and GRATEFUL. I am going to try very hard to hold onto this feeling, to help Daddy and I get through the harder days.
Thank you for continuing to follow my journey, my kinky friends. It means so much to me to know that you walk beside me.
Keeping things kinky,