A Playroom…


So Sir has decided that we are turning one of our bedrooms in the basement into a play room. I am way too pumped for this. Our bedroom has a king size bed in it and it really doesn’t leave one for a lot of room to play. So he sent me on a shopping expedition to acquire a new bed for the play room. The above picture is what I found at Ashley furniture. Its a full sized poster bed. It also has storage drawers on the bottom which is super awesome. It got me so excited to make the purchase. Can’t wait until it gets here. Its going to take about 3-4 weeks for them to order it but I am still excited. I’m excited that we are going to have a play room, can’t wait to play in it. So I thought I would write a post about my uber-excitement (I mean really how many times did I write the word Excited in this post??????LOL).

I Came For Him…

So last nights fucking experience took an interesting turn. I didn’t even think there were going to be any activity at all. When I crawled into bed, Sir grabbed me up and started kissing me passionately. He pushed me on my back and lifted my night shirt over my face so I couldn’t see anything. He slowly kissed and then sucked on my left nipple. Then a very strange sensation he was biting my nipple. It felt so good. He did this for a few minutes then moved on to the right nipple and repeated. It felt so good, I wanted to cum but forced myself not to. He then kissed his way down to my pussy. It felt so good, again I wanted to cum. His tongue teasing my clit. He slid his fingers inside of me and it felt so good. He got rougher with each thrust of his hand. He towered over me, I guess he could feel that I was on the edge. I didn’t think I could hold it off any longer, then I heard “Cum for me,” and I did. Just the way he said it, no, it was the way he ORDERED it. I came hard, he didn’t give me a chance to recover, he shoved his cock inside of me and fucked me hard until I came again. Shortly after I came he came.

It was the most exciting sex we had ever had. I fucking loved every minute of it. Afterwards, I was so hot we had to turn the air up. I felt so grateful for Sir, I felt I was completely his. He ordered me to come and my body obeyed that order. It was great. I still can’t get over that. He held me until we fell asleep and called me his “good girl”. I was happy that he was happy with me. I fell into a deep sleep.

It can only get better from there. Sir gets up for work at 430 in the morning. I got up with him and asked if there was anything I could do to help him get ready. I had already made his lunch the night before. He said there was nothing, kissed my forehead and told me to go back to bed. I completely had forgotten about this encounter. I fell back into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until 10 o’clock. Boy, I can’t wait to see what happens when things get more intense.

“It takes a strong woman to submit,”…

So I’ve been off work sick, my Lupus is acting up. I will be off for the next week trying to get my health under control so I can go back to work. So I’ve been trying to tend to the house and get used to my new role as submissive. Its been a little harder than I thought it would be, but I will soon get used to all the changes. I filled out a BDSM Checklist for Sir so he would know a little more about me sexually. I’m getting a little better at calling Sir, Sir and not his name. He’s been very lenient with me on that.

But earlier today I had a strange feeling come across me and I started questioning myself. Can I really do this? Can he do this? Are we really going to be able to do this? Among other things. It only lasted for about an hour but that hour seemed like 5 hours. I had to keep reassuring myself that we both can do this, that we both want to do this. I think the problem with me is I’m a perfectionist, but I know that we will make mistakes along the way and that every D/s relationship is different and that there is no one way to do things.

Last night on TLC I watched a special they were showing entitled “Submissive Wives Guide to Marriage”, it was about women who have chosen to be submissive to their husbands. They really didn’t talk about wither or not they have Kink in their relationships but the concept seems to be a lot like a D/s relationship minus the calling their husband Master or Sir. What kind of shocked me one of the women said “It takes a strong woman to submit, a weak woman would complain and moan about,” it really stuck with me and while I was asking myself all those questions this morning this woman’s voice came in my head and I was like “I am a strong woman, I can do this, I can be a submissive to my husband because I love him and appreciate him so much,” it was that moment that all the unsure feelings just kind of left me.

SUBJECT CHANGE: I don’t know if what I am writing is interesting or not but I’ve seen that I’ve gotten 6 followers which makes me very excited and I want to thank you guys that are following me. I appreciate you more than you know.

The First Fucking Experience…

We both are new to this lifestyle. So its gonna take some patience from both of us to adjust. So last night was the first time we fucked since deciding to do this. I have to say that I was very impressed with Sir. He took total control of the situation (before he would not). His kisses were so passionate and forceful. I LOVED it. He picked me up and threw me on the bed,ripped off my pants and before I knew it he was in me. It was carnal, purely animalistic. Nothing like we have done before. I LOVED every minute it. He was so dominant.

I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to ask permission to cum, but I did anyway. He came shortly after I did. God it felt so good. His Domliness was turning me on completely. I have to say fucking was completely different than we have in the past. I think he enjoyed being in control. So this definitely is a good sign. The only thing I could suggest is that he slow it down a little and add a little foreplay. I love to be teased before being fucked. We talked afterwards and I conveyed my feelings and he understood.

I know we still have a lot to learn but I think we are off to a great start!

Lock and Key…Finally

Well I finally did it. Me and Sir have been talking for 6 years about me getting a tattoo. Sir has a tattoo on his left bicep of chain and padlock. We had always talked about me getting the key to go to his lock. Earlier this week Sir just happened to say out of the blue “Let’s go Thursday and get you key”. I was so excited finally. In the past we had talked about getting the key as a anklelet and the key going down my foot. By the time we got to the tattoo parlor we changed our minds to having it as a wristlet and key going upward on my arm. I was so nervous because I know that area is very sensitive and I haven’t had a tattoo in 16 years. But all went well and the artist did an amazing job and it did not hurt as much as I thought it would. It was more annoying. Finished product:


So after I got that tattoo, we decided that I wanted to get another. So I got the Chinese symbol for submissive above my ankle. Sir is thinking he’s going to get the Chinese symbol for Dominance on his right bicep sometime soon.


So now I have two tattoos to take care of and not to mention hide. In my career we aren’t allowed to have tattoos showing so I have to come up with a clever way to hide the key. LOL. Hide the key. Funny. But I’ve been taking good care of them for the past couple of days and I am going to be off work for at least a week due to health reasons so I have plenty of time to come up with a way to cover the key up.

I can’t stop staring at the tattoos, Its so symbolic for us. Lets me know we will be together forever. We are finally Under Lock and Key. I love it. I am his forever.


Career Me vs. Home Me

Well it’s a night and day difference, the career me vs the home me. I work for the city government. I’m in a position where I have to take control of things and be dominating. I have to think quickly because the well being of people is at stake. I am responsible for a lot of the people that I come across in my job. I love my job,but here lately it has gotten harder and harder to do. I have been doing this job for 6 years, I am trying to make it to 10 years so I can get my full retirement pension. I have Lupus, which is an autoimmune disease. Pretty much my body doesn’t like itself and it attacks itself. My job is very physical so its hard having a disease that attacks your lungs, and joints. My goal when I retire is to be a full time stay at home wife. I never thought that would be a want of mine. It still makes me laugh. But with my health issues its best if I am not working. I miss a lot of work right now as it is, I don’t wanna start that cycle again with a new job. We should be alright financially if we get some of our major bills paid off.

Now on the other hand at home I am newly submissive to Sir. Its a little hard adjusting, and I’ve already made a few mistakes but Sir is nice enough to give me a week to adjust to the change before punishments will happen. I want to submit myself fully to Sir, I love him with all my heart and I want to make sure he is taken care of. He works hard at his job and when he comes home it should be to a relaxing atmosphere. I trust him with everything and I trust that he will make the best decisions for me.

Going from being dominating at work to being submissive at home is definitely going to take time to get used to. But what I’m struggling the most with is calling him Sir versus his real name. I catch myself after it comes out and then he corrects me. Of course when we are with family and friends I will call him by his name. Like I said transitioning is going to be a task but we will get there and I think this is the best step for our marriage. It will make it stronger!

A little bit more about me…

My parents divorced when I was 6 years old. Me and my father went to live with my grandmother who raised me. My mother had visitation rights but my grandmother and father thought because she was gay it wasn’t a good idea for me to stay the night at her house with her and her partner. So I didn’t see my mother as often as I would have loved to when I was young (but more on this a little later). As an outlet and dealing with the divorce my grandmother put me into dance. I fell in love with dance and spent the next 20 years dancing. I was raised to be Christian Baptist. Its something I still am. Although with our new found lifestyle choice I don’t know how accepted it would be. Bottom line I believe in the God, I believe that Jesus died for our sins, I believe in Heaven and Hell. What I don’t believe in is I have to go to church every Sunday, donate all my money, get involved in every church organization in order to get into heaven. And I definitely don’t believe in being pretentious or self righteous or “i’m more holier than you”.

I lost my father to lung cancer when I was 19. I lost my mother to lung cancer when I was 22. So both parents had passed. I felt like and orphan for a long time. I still had my grandmother but it wasn’t the same as having my mother and father to talk to. From the age of 16 I started to get very close to my mother and she became my best friend. I called her everyday. It was so hard for me to take her number out of my phone when she passed. It was even harder to fight the urge to call her everyday. It’s still hard for me Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Halloween (our favorite holiday). I still miss them everyday.

As a teenager I hid in dance. Ballet, Modern, and Jazz were my life. I went to a performing arts high school and danced at a studio. I didn’t go to parties or date or anything normal teenagers did. But I did find out at a young age that I did prefer white guys as opposed to black guys. Sure I had prom dates and almost relationships in high school. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18 years old. At nineteen I was engaged, that fell through quickly (I wonder why…lol). Then I was single until I met Sir.

I started my career with the government after I graduated from college with my Bachelors degree.

Me and Sir live in a quaint little house with our two Boxer dogs. We don’t have kids…yet. We will probably adopt because of the autoimmune disease I have it would be difficult to have children.

So I guess that’s more about me in a nutshell….until next time…stay kinky!!

The Rules


Every D/s relationship has rules that the submissive must follow. Primarily the Dominant makes these rules.

So we went over the rules (and there are a lot of them) last night. I am fairly comfortable with them all. If you want to check them out I posted them on a separate page. You can get to that page by looking at the top of this page. I am a little nervous about how Sir is going to handle being a Dominant. He is confident in himself and I am confident in him as well. So far he has done very well in making decisions.

I have a new respect for him that I did not have before we introduced BDSM in our lives. At this point, I may be speaking early, but I think BDSM is going to save our marriage. I think it makes Sir feel like the man in the relationship where as before he did not feel this way because I was making all the decisions, I was paying the bills. I wasn’t really asking for any input from him. Now its going to be totally different, he is in complete control of me.

Our D/s relationship is a TPE (total power exchange) meaning I am giving complete control to Sir. It is a lot of responsibility but I know that he can handle it. I trust him to make the right decisions for us. Sure at first we are going to have bumps in the road but I believe this is the right path for us.

Hello Blogging World…

So this is the beginning of my blog about our life as a 24/7 D/s married couple. We are very excited and a little nervous about this change in our relationship. I will try to blog at least  times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Until next time…stay Kinky!