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So, M does this thing…

August 11th, 2012 3 comments

We’ll be in the middle of something. Walking through Walmart, riding our bikes 8-10 miles away from the house, handling work emergencies…something that you can’t just drop to have sex, in most cases, because of location, or the situation, or whatever. And he’ll say to me, “I’m not fucking you again until you beg to be beat.” or “I want you to suck my cock some time today.” or some other kinky and/or sexual thing. Just out of the blue, usually mid-conversation and totally off topic.

But here’s the thing. He doesn’t want me to do whatever it is right then. In fact, if I DO try to do it right then, he’ll grin an evil grin, and smugly reply, “Doesn’t count.”

God, that’s annoying.

You see, it’s a test. He’s checking to see if I’m focused on him, as I should be, or if my attention is elsewhere. And the easiest way to glean that information is to give me an order early in the day and see if I remember to follow it later on.  Read more…

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Lose weight to lose weight? Ffs. But the mountains! Now there’s a good reason.

July 30th, 2011 Comments off

So that whole “getting into shape” thing? We just kicked it into seriously high gear. In the past five days, we’ve walked 12.5 miles, which isn’t much for people who’ve been doing this forever, but is huge for a couple fatties like us. Until recently, you’d be lucky to get us to walk more than a mile at a time unless there was a Geocache or a Farmers Market at the end.

We bought a new scale. The old one was busted. Unfortunately, we know for sure the old one was busted because it kept saying M weighs 298. He actually weighs 306. I weighed in at 244.6. Course, it was the end of the day, and we both had clothes on. But I’m gonna go ahead and say that’s pretty accurate. Read more…

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Sometimes, the approach makes all the difference.

October 12th, 2010 Comments off

Awhile back… A few years, at least.  M and I were on completely different pages when it came to pain play.

Not in the “one of us wanted it, one of us didn’t” sense.  Or even that we were interested in different levels of extremes.

Somewhere along the line, I got my wires crossed.  No matter what was going on, every time M wanted to play with me, I thought I was being punished.  I used to blame Him.  His approach was off, or He’d punished me with pain so often that I’d come to believe that was its only purpose.

I don’t think there was blame to lay.  I think at the time the pain play was hurting my feelings.  Especially when emotional sadism was involved.  This is purely speculation, though.  I never really took the time to analyze it.  Read more…