Out of the darkness!

This title is intended quite literally…we have been cast out of the darkness at last!  For those unaware of the craziness happening in the state of California, Daddy and I have been without power off and on over the last four weeks.  In total, we lost power for 12 days.  Living in the mountains, that means no power AND no water.  I am grateful that by the time the third power outage hit, we were able to buy a generator to power our well, much of our kitchen, and some lights and outlets to keep electronics charged.  I know that life has been much bleaker for many of those near us, and for the poor souls dealing with evacuations from wildfires all over the state.

If you have no idea to what I am referencing (as many of you are on other continents!), a quick Google will bring you up to date on the dire state of our electrical company, PG&E.  Last year, PG&E was found responsible for faulty equipment starting a fire which killed many and burned down an entire town near us.  Now, facing bankruptcy, the company is coping with high fire danger weather (north wind events) by shutting down power all together, leaving 2 million Californians in the dark.  I do not find much joy in discussing politics, but that is the situation in a nutshell.  There is much more to the story if you should care to research this nuttiness.

In any case, I am blogging this morning to provide myself a way to organize my thoughts about Daddy and I’s D/s lifestyle…or lack there of.  We have failed miserably during this time of high stress to maintain any resemblance to the lifestyle which usually brings us much joy and peace.  You may have noted that I bolded the word “We” as this is very much a failing on both of our parts.  While I recognize that the burden of maintaining D/s lies on both of our shoulders, I feel that the failing in more mine than his, however.

In times of high stress, I become a bit like a commander.  At the time, I feel like my leadership skills are helping.  I work quickly, and efficiently, and I have little tolerance for anything that I perceive to be hindering the process.  This is not helpful to my husband.  His personality is very different and he does not respond well to this Napoleon-like leadership style (really can’t blame the guy!).  Combine the high stress situation, with his wife going all Mussolini, and he begins to deteriorate a bit.  His confidence drops, he starts making mistakes, and meanwhile…I am right there telling him everything he is doing wrong.

It pains me to write this.  I look back on my own behavior and I cringe.  I hate this part of myself.  I want to be the loving, supportive spouse that builds my husband up…instead, I am the one who tears him down during stressful times.  And obviously, this does not work well for him or our dynamic.

So…where to go from here?  I do not feel that I can ask anything of him at this moment.  I feel that the burden is on my shoulders to prove to him that I can change.  I tell him that I want him to be more dominant, but I do nothing to feed that dominance…instead, I challenge him at every turn.

To Daddy…. I am truly sorry.  Your baby girl is trying to get back on track.  I long to learn to submit to you better, to build you up, and to follow where you will lead.  I don’t know why it is so hard for me, but it is a gift that I desire to give to you.

To my readers…thank you for sticking with me!  This road to submissiveness is long and winding, at least for this girl.  I hope to be able share some naughty adventures or at least a good spanking story soon!

Happy blogging 😊

XOXO,

nora

 

Posted in Sex

The Silent O #NSFW, 18+

“Shhhh…”

Daddy whispered in my ear, his nimble fingers making me want to be anything but quiet as he slowly massaged my clit.

Right outside our bedroom door, the painters are painting away, one of them quietly singing as he works.  You see, we are in the final stages of a lengthy remodel…but my sex drive is much too high to wait until our house is contractor-free.  So when Daddy asked if there was anything his babygirl needed this morning…well, I didn’t hesitate to ask for an orgasm….despite the fact that our house is still invaded…

I’ve been a pretty good girl lately, so Daddy granted my request.

Lying there, completely nude in my Daddy’s arms, he continued to stroke me while lightly sucking on my nipple.  It was definitely hard to focus at first, as the door kept rattling and I could hear the taping and the paint sprayer.  But eventually it all faded away, and it was just Daddy and I in my mind….

I could feel it building up inside of me and my hips began to gyrate against his hand.  Soon he reached for it…my favorite toy.  A large, jelly, pink dildo that feels simply delicious when applied slowly and firmly.  Daddy began to fuck me with the toy, sliding it slowly in and out of my wet pussy, while still sucking on my nipple.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I couldn’t help but whisper as I got near.

“Shhhh…” he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it.

And then, I exploded…my orgasm tearing through me.  In my mind, there were stars, fireworks, explosions…but, I kept it all inside.

It was a silent O, but a mighty one.

After, I asked Daddy if I could repay the favor but he only laughed and shook his head.

“There is no way I could focus right now.  Only you are naughty enough to be able to cum with those guys right out there”.

That’s me, naughty nora.

Thank you for reading! 😊

Love, nora

Posted in D/s, Sex

Authenticity #NSFW, 18+ only

It all began with a text to Daddy that read, “I need sex”.

And, boy did I get some!

Yesterday, I was feeling incredibly needy.  Life has been busy and we’ve had little down time.  But, I knew that we only had a few chores that Daddy had to do last night in order to be ready for the incoming painters.  So…I communicated my need for some sexy time….

Daddy replied with a message of his own, commanding me to be waiting, bare bottomed in the corner for him upon his arrival.  This was both thrilling and scary, as this typically means that he intends to spank me and I hadn’t been spanked in some time…it always seems to hurt more when there is much time in between spankings…

I was standing in the corner of our bedroom, fully nude, when I heard the chimes go off on my phone, alerting me that his truck had pulled into our driveway (we installed the Ring cameras for security- very cool product).  I felt a little shiver run down my spine as he opened the front door.  His boots were heavy on the hardwood coming down the hall and into our bedroom.  He stood behind me for a moment, breathing on my neck, and whispered “good girl”.

He told me to lie on the bed face down, while he put the puppies outside.  I then heard him walk to our closet, where all of our spanking implements and toys are.  When he came back, he began trailing the fingers on one hand down my back and sides, while peppering my bottom with firm slaps with the other.  The combination of sensations- pain and pleasure- caused me to grow wet very quickly.  The spanking continued for several minutes when he stopped suddenly and began to kiss my exposed neck, back, and down the sides of my body.  By this time, I was wild and wet with desire.  But, he wasn’t quite finished with me…

Gripping the leather paddle in one hand, his other on the small of my back, he began to firmly spank my bottom.  The heat and pain were intense and everything else faded away…it was just Daddy and I, doing what we do.

Lost in hazy submission, I barely registered when he told me to roll over.  What followed was two incredible orgasms, and the authentic coming together of a Daddy and his little girl.

We are back.

2019 is going to be a fabulous year!

Love to you all!

~ nora

Posted in D/s

Worth the wait

As my husband and I venture into the D/s lifestyle again, we are taking it slow.  Slow can be frustrating at times, but I recognize that after all we have been through, “slow” enables us to navigate a new (and hopefully better!) D/s dynamic.  After all, as people, we are ever-changing, and our marriage continues to grow and change as well.  One of the things that is different this time around is that I am not experiencing “sub frenzy”, and I’m not constantly pushing my husband for new experiences and attention.  I am able to be patient and see where he takes us and in that way, he is becoming more dominant and more confident as a leader.  A lot of our earlier experiences always felt “manufactured”… that we had talked out different scenarios or punishments to such an extent that when they happened, it felt like he was just doing what I wanted and the element of surprise and the thrill that accompanies surprise wasn’t present.

My husband dominating me is just about the sexiest thing ever…even when it hurts, or is humiliating, etc.  His way of dominating me feels more genuine now.  For example, the other night, we were taking down our Christmas decorations and I was becoming a bit bossy and directive (very bad habit of mine).  To my complete surprise, my husband stopped, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom in our bedroom.  At this point, I was getting nervous as I knew this probably meant that I had discipline coming.  Based on past experiences, I was assuming it would be an anal plug, as he had already had a few drinks that night and he never spanks me after he’s been drinking.  However, I was shocked (and dismayed!) when he pulled out a fresh box of soap.  On the box of soap was a post-it note that I had written about a year ago, which read “For when I disrespect you”.

Holding the box, he said, “read this note to me”.

I obeyed and read the note aloud. “For when I disrespect you”.

“Are you showing me respect tonight?” he asked.

I shook my head, my eyes now full of tears.  “No, Sir”.

“No, you are not.  I am going to let you off easy tonight and not lather this bar of soap, but you will sit and hold it in your mouth and think about how you promised to always show me respect”.  That said, he led me over to the bench at the foot of our bed and told me to sit down.  He then commanded me to open my mouth.  I really didn’t want to and he had to repeat the request.  Begging on my part did not change his mind.  He inserted the soap into my mouth.

Needless to say, I was sorry.  And, I was much more careful how I spoke to him that night.  And, I was impressed…impressed by how he took me in hand, impressed by how confident he was, and impressed by how he didn’t back down.  This was exactly what I was wanting from D/s…I just had to be patient enough to wait for it…to wait for him to be ready and to give him the space to grow into the Dominant we both want him to be.

It was worth the wait!

Thank you for sticking with me, readers!  Hoping this blog gets sexier over time.

Love,

nora

Posted in D/s, Uncategorized

It is a brand spanking new year!

Hello my WordPress friends!

I am excited to report that the sun is shining once again, and that my husband (or, should I call him Daddy?) and I are in a good place.  We have both been putting in the hard work (lots of therapy, lots of deep conversations, lots of self-reflection on both sides, etc) to get our marriage back on track…and, I think I can finally say with some certainty, that we are back on track!

Marriage is difficult.  It is easy at first (at least, it was for us), but about eight years in, we both began to struggle.  We were both growing, and not always together.  We fell into some really bad communication patterns, which included being hyper-critical (me) and being passive-aggressive (him).  But yet, here we are….16 years under our belts now (Mmm….Daddy’s belt 😊), and still both actively and passionately trying to make our marriage a happy & healthy one.  I don’t want to sound like everything is all roses all the time, but things are pretty good for us.

And…my big news (sorry I kept you in suspense, collaredmichael)… Daddy and I are back to living the D/s lifestyle!  After many long, honest, and revealing conversations over the past two months, Daddy finally felt ready to dominate me again.  He had been wanting to restore our D/s, maybe as badly as I had been, but he didn’t feel right dominating me while we were still healing from his infidelity.  I feel that this was very wise and it was worth the wait.

I feel a bit like a school girl again…giddy, star struck, and super horny…

I look forward to what this year will bring us and I want to wish you all a very happy new year!

Love, nora

P.S. My first spanking from Daddy, to “seal the deal” on our D/s commitment to one another, was heaven!  It stung like the devil, but reinforced in my mind and heart, his dominance over me, and my willingness to submit to his authority.  Happy spanking!

P.P.S And…one more thing…check out one of my new favorite spanking blogs here. You will find some very well-written spanking stories as well as some fabulous spanking pics…enjoy!

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Submissive Positions

Last night was a big step forward in Daddy and I’s re-entry into our D/s dynamic…he decided to teach me a few submissive positions!  As someone fairly new to this concept, I had done minimal research prior to our adventures and discovered that learned positions for the submissive may have several benefits.  Some of these benefits include reminding the submissive of her place, enforcing dominance over the submissive, humiliating/punishing the submissive, helping the submissive learn patience, etc.

In any case, Daddy was reviewing a website that discussed submissive/slave positions, and he found two that he decided to implement.  But first, he sent me to the bedroom to change.  He requested that I return in black lace panties with a matching bra.  I quickly attended to his request, my tummy full of butterflies.  After approving my attire, he then sent me back to the bedroom to fetch both the riding crop and the flogger.

The first position that Daddy taught me was referred to as “kneel and wait”.  This is a basic kneeling position with my arms folded behind my back.  Daddy’s preference is that I be sitting back on my heels, knees together, head down.  He instructed me that I am to always have my eyes open, but my gaze to the floor.  He also told me that when he orders me into this position, I am always to kneel facing him, unless he specifies otherwise. He used the riding crop quite liberally to my bottom to put me in the exact position he wanted, which I learned was pretty painful with my ass cheeks thrust out like this.

The second position that he required me to learn he referred to as “Ready”.  This position requires me to face the wall and bend at the waist with my feet shoulder width apart.  I am to brace myself against the wall with my hands crossed, head down, gaze to the floor.  Daddy said he was calling this position “Ready” as I would be ready to receive punishment or his cock.  He enjoyed using both the flogger and the riding crop while making me hold this position.

Lastly, Daddy ordered me to choose a position that I would like to learn for him.  I asked that he implement the position “inspection” which has me standing feet shoulder width apart, and hands crossed behind my back.  I am to arch my back so that my breasts stand up pretty for him and my ass is out.  Though my head is up, and shoulders are back, my gaze is to be to the floor.

Overall, this was incredibly stimulating for both of us.  Throughout the evening, Daddy would order me into position.  Just thinking about it has my head in that swimmy subspace place….

Thank you for reading!

Happy writing 😊

Love, nora

P.S. Dominance must be in the air as MissusMistress was just blogging about submissive/slave positions this morning!  If you haven’t already, you should go and check out her blog 😊

Posted in D/s

Asking for what I want…

Hello my WordPress friends!  It has been awhile.  Life has been a struggle the last few months, and I’ve been suffering some depression.  And, to be honest, I am sick of it!  I have been trying to pull myself out of it, but failing miserably…eating poorly, not exercising, sleeping way too much, etc. I’ve been in a terrible self-loathing cycle and I know that I don’t want to be this person!  I miss the me who is happy, cheerful, sees the positive in life…the me who loves mornings, and flowers, and sappy songs & Disney movies. And, the me who loves sex and all things sensual!

Those of you that follow me, know that my husband and I have struggled with infidelity issues.  I won’t go into all that, but in a nut shell, I decided to stay with him.  However; I realize now that while I may have stayed…my heart was closed off to him.  I’ve been so angry.  We haven’t been close emotionally, or physically.  Which is certainly hurtful for him, but hurtful to myself as well.

I decided yesterday that this has to stop.  I miss my husband and the bond we’ve always shared.  I miss allowing my heart to feel love for him, allowing my body to react to his touch.  And so, I asked him last night if I could talk to him about our relationship.

Through my tears, I asked him if we could resume our D/s relationship.  I expressed to him how I thought this might help us get through this difficult time.  And then, I waited to see what he would say.  I feared his rejection, his unwillingness to engage in D/s during such a troubled time in our marriage.  But, he didn’t reject me and in fact, said that he also thought that a power exchange could be helpful during this time.

I feel incredibly hopeful that this will help my husband and I to heal hurts, put the past in the past, and become closer and more intimate than we have been in recent months.  I know it will be challenging, but honestly…life is often challenging, and I am devoted to finding happiness where I am, and learning to love unconditionally.

And…I experienced butterflies in my tummy when he closed the conversation by telling me that we would seal our agreement with a sound spanking.  He then ordered me to remove all of my clothing and lay face down on the bed…and what a spanking it was….

Thank you for reading and sticking with me!

Love, nora