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Making Pretties
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Aug 16, 2006 10:04 pm
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Mistress and i were at Club DV8 the other night and were engaged in some light CBT. Mistress likes to prettify my penis, with all kinds of colorful attachments and designs. She may make a flower or a bunny rabbit with clothes pins. Or maybe do an intricate shibari tie. Or like on that night, make a geometric pattern with wooden skewers (no, they don't go through it, they get bent around it with varying degrees of tightness, and bound with colorful bands. It is really amazing how beautiful and creative her creations are. The levels of pain can vary anywhere from painless to fairly intense, depending on the clothespins used, but pain is not the object here (Mistress just considers this an added bonus). It is about making pretties.
Well the other night we had attracted quite a crowd. People really seemed fascinated and impressed by the work. Mistress did not seem to understand this. She loves doing it, but does not understand why it garners such attention. I told her that to her it is just making pretties, but how often do you see that kind of play in public? Most play that I have seen in public is corporal play, with varying types of toys. Now I do not know why this is. Do people think CBT is too intimate for public play? Anytime I play with Mistress it is very intimate, because that is the nature of our relationship, but some may feel differently.
Also, many people, men and women seem to be very squeamish about CBT. They view it as more extreme than a spanking, or they think it is easier to do serious damage. As to the first, having done both, I can tell you that either can be equally painful, it just depends on how much pain Mistress wishes to cause. When Mistress first started using zippers on me, I was very scared. The idea of having a string of clothespins ripped of my penis was a little unnerving. But once we got into heavier corporal play, I began to see the zippers as a bit of a reprieve. As to the second, yes, if you are not careful you can do serious damage with certain types of CBT, but there is often some risk in BDSM play. To the women out there, I say the penis is not as sensitive(similar to inner thigh, front of hips, inner arms) and fragile as you think it is (theballs however are). To the guys I say, you are going to be in pain for the next hour no matter, wouldn't it be better to at least have your penis played with?
The bottom line though is that the things Mistress does are extremely creative and artistic. They show a real passion for creating beauty and causing pain at the same time. It is this passion, this intensity, as well as a healthy dose of just having a good time that draws people to her CBT. And I am very proud of her for this.
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Daily Submission
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Apr 26, 2006 1:06 am
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When most people think of D/s, they think of dungeons and leather, of paddles, canes, floggers, and cages. This is probably due mostly to the portrayal of the lifestyle in popular media. Instead of an in depth analysis of the lifestyle and those who live it on a daily basis, you get snippets of a leather clad Dominant beating or humiliating a cowering submissive. Dommes are portrayed either as man haters or glorified whores and Doms are portrayed either as neanderthal, misogynistic brutes or cold calculating manipulative sociopaths. Submissives are portrayed either as perverts or as posessing weak, damaged personae. Now of course while these are gross stereotypes and do not represent the majority of lifestylers, all those types do exist in the lifestyle. But are they any more common than in the general population? That I cannot say, but I would doubt it.
We cannot blame this misconception of D/s entirely on popular media though. For many of those in the lifestyle, depending on what you feel that means, play is all there is. It is tough to define exactly what I mean by play, for play can mean many things. But in this case I will refer to play as being similar to sex. Sex can take place between couples or complete strangers. There can be an incredible amount of emotion, or it can be done strictly for the sensations. The same with play. Two people can meet at a dungeon and decide that they are interested enough in each other to play. Or they can meet online and get together and play. They can even cyber or do it over the phone. I used to think these were not real types of submission, but came to realize that it is the mindset that is important.
But that is a discussion for another time. My purpose here is to talk about 24/7 submission. Submission on a daily basis. Mistress and I go to play parties at dungeons. We do this because at a dungeon my screams will not result in a visit from the police. We also enjoy the social aspect of meeting up with friends in the lifestyle. But this is just one aspect of our relationship. My submission to Mistress does not have a switch. I do not turn it on and off. It is just there. For me, my daily submission takes many forms. It is my rubbing her feet and scratching her legs while we watch television. It is my cooking, and cleaning, and doing the dishes(some of which I am good at, some of which I am not). It is stroking her hair. It is waiting on her hand and foot. It is getting woken up in the middle of the night to pleasure Mistress. It is being her bitch and taking her strap on ( that does feel good though). It is postponing climax until she is fully satisfied, or until she allows it. It is rubbing her back at the end of the night even if I am dead tired. It is making sure she wants for nothing. In short it is putting her needs before mine on an everyday basis.
These are not selfless acts. I do this because she is my Wife and my Mistress and I love her and am devoted to her. I live to see her contented and happy, and am greatly distressed if she is sad or in pain or unhappy. Many people will say that it just sounds like marriage, and I to a large extent agree. D/s is not so distanced from the vanilla as many on either side would like to think, it is just more honest. I think that all relationships are power exchanges, it is just that ours is absolutely total. She is in charge totally. I give her this willingly because I absolutely Love and Trust her. She loves me and makes sure my needs are met. We describe ourselves as a typical 50's couple, with her as the husband. The only difference is we chose our roles, they were not forced on us by social custom.
I cannot imagine my life without her, without her love and control and guidance and support. I cannot imagine being deprived of the joy I see on her face when I please her, or the love on her face when she looks at me. My life would feel empty without her.
Currently reading:
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
By Gregory Maguire
Release date: By 06 November, 1996
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Tattoo
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Apr 2, 2006 5:40 pm
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Mistress is planning on getting me a tattoo for my birthday, and I need to figure out what kind I want. One thing is certain, it has to signify my love and devotion to Mistress, that I am hers completely. But what kind of wording do I use to convey that? I love the name, Beach's toyboy, that Mistress has given me, but do you put your own name on your tattoo. I could, because it is not only my name but who and what I am. I could also use Property of Beach Mystress, also stating who and what I am. I definitely think one or both of those need to be included.
| But what do I use as graphics to go along with my name. I would like to include a picture of Mistress, but that may be too technically difficult. I don't know if I could find an artist capable of portraits. That would be beautiful though. We could always do a collage of BDSM and D/s images, of course including a flogger, a strap on, and a fingernail, bloody maybe? |
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Ok, so we've got "Beach's toyboy" and "Property of Beach Mystress" in a collage of a portrait of Mistress, a flogger, a fingernail, my collar,and a strapon, though I am not sure how to tie them together. Maybe with some rope?But where to put it? I would like to have something semi visible, but that would have to be more subtle. Something like the above would need to be in a spot not visible at work. Maybe the upper back?
The only problem with the tatto is that I would want to show it to everyone, to show everybody how happy I am. But it is the same with talking about the lifestyle in general. It is a shame that I cannot talk to friends about something that has brought so much love and pleasure and happiness to my life.
But I have some time to think about this and together Mistress and I will figure what is best. I can't wait. It will be great to have something that symbolizes my devotion to Mistress imprinted permanently into my body, very much akin to my collar. Only a few months to go. Yay. Snoopy dance.
Currently reading:
Double Deuce (Spenser)
By Robert B. Parker
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Mistress' fantasy (that she made reality *grins*)
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Mar 26, 2006 3:18 am
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Mistress' letter to me (shared with her permission)...
My sweet little one, I want you to think all day about what I plan to do to you tonight. I want you to walk around in the panties I'm making you wear and think about when I take them off of you later. I will pick you up at work, and we'll stop for the lube and fleets.. oh yes, and battery for the camera so I can take photos of you being a slut for me!
When we get home, you'll cook dinner for me in your panties, like a good little slut. You will serve me and sit at my feet as we eat. After dinner, we are taking a shower together. You will bathe me and wash my hair. Then we are going to the bedroom, and you're going to give me one of your wonderful massages.
I want it to be one of your best ever. I want to feel your Cinnamon scented, oiled hands hands sliding over me, kneading and rubbing. I know you get very excited when you give me a massage, but you are to control yourself. This massage is for me, not you.
When I am to the point of purring like a kitten, you are going to orally please me. But tonight I want more than just my pussy eaten. I want you to kiss my ass. I want to feel your tongue working inside of me and on my clit. I know I don't need to tell you how to eat me out. You're already so good at it. I want this to progress to fingers and tongue and then fisting my pussy as I get more excited. At the end, I want to add in the vibrator and play till I'm tired of cumming.
Then, I want you to get out my strap on harness, my sweet little subbie, and I want you to put it on me. I want you to fasten the instrument I'm going to use to make you scream and moan with your own hands. I want you to snap the flesh colored dildo to the front of it. When it is on, I want you to kneel down and suck my cock. I want you to take as much of my cock as you can in your little whore mouth.
After you have pleasured my cock in this way, I want you face down on the bed with a pillow under your hips. Don't worry sweetheart, we'll use enough lube... really. *smiles* The thought of slipping my firm cock between the cheeks of your sweet ass makes me wet. Driving into you, ramming you, fucking you, loving you. Feeling you shudder under me as you are filled full. I can't wait. I want to hear you begging for more, even as you cry out that it is too much.
When I am tired of fucking you this way, you're going to stand in the corner with hands on either wall and lean over for me so I can stand behind you and drive into you. I want to feel your body quiver from the force of my thrusts. I want to be hard.. brutal. I want to totally take and posses you. I want you to be very aware that you are mine. The whimpers you make will turn me on. I'll make you tell me what you are: my fuck toy, my slut, my submissive bitch, my property. Then I'll pull you back towards me till I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and make you impale yourself on my cock. I love how very deep it goes that way. I love sitting there watching your ass bounce and your muscles work to pleasure my strap on cock.
By this time I'm sure I'll be ready to have you inside of me. I'll want you on your back, legs together and arms spread out. I want to mount you and ride you. I want to drive home who owns you. You are my property my Love, and I intend to use you as such tonight.
Think about it all day Sweetheart. Kisses.
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Loved ones
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Mar 25, 2006 4:32 pm
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I really need to be better at getting these blogs done right away. This is one I meant to do weeks ago. At the time I had been reading an article about developing nuclear technology in India, Pakistan, and Iran. Now I have read many things about the arms race and while it could be a little scary, it never really concerned me. My ultimate thought was that at least it would be quick. But this is the first time I have considered this since meeting Mistress, and I was nearly overcome with a paralyzing kind of fear. Never before in my life have I had someone to Love and Protect, someone who the thought of something bad happening to freezes my blood. I guess that is the price you pay for having someone who brings such Joy and Love into your life.
Currently reading:
A Catskill Eagle
By Robert Parker
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Merit Badges
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Mar 6, 2006 9:04 pm
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I was just talking with my uncle about a dining room table he thought I may need. I told him that I had one but it needed to be sanded and stained. True to uncley fashion, he offered to do it for me, but I told him that I needed to earn my Husaband merit badge in woodworking. Mistress, being right by me made a comment about a "taking care of" the Wife badge(fortunately not to loud, since taking care of was not how she put it). This got me thinking about other Husbandly badges I have earned and have yet to earn. I have not earned the changing the tire on the side of the highway badge, but only because we did not have a tire iron. I have earned the creepy crawly badge, given for shooing various multi legged miscreants out the door. I have the litter box badge and the unjam the garbage disposal badge, but I am missing the lawn mowing and cleaning out the gutters badges. I also have earned the food procurement badge, given for venturing out in the dark of night for assorted sundry items. I look forward to the opportunity to earn more Husband (and sub-hubby) badges, and re-earn some of the afforementioned ones, over and over.
Currently reading:
Pastime
By Robert B. Parker
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Intensity
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Mar 4, 2006 12:42 am
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Original Blog posted: Sunday, February 26, 2006 (moved from myspace)
Mistress and I went to our favorite dungeon last night and had a great scene. The reason I love the dungeon so much is that it provides plenty of space, so you can get the social interaction that a play party provides but still be able to find a semi quiet place to play. We played in a room off of the kitchen. It was semi private but did have some traffic. Enough to give me the exhibitionist thrill without being a distraction. There was also no music. Usually when we play there is a music source. At this dungeon we normally play in the main room, where music is played at a medium level. At another dungeon, they go for a younger, more clubby crowd, and the music is much louder. I really enjoyed the lack of music. It allowed me to focus in more fully on Mistress. The medium level music is fine, but the louder club music can be quite distracting.
Mistress had been dying to try out the chain spider web they had in this room, and after a little humbler action, Mistress attached me face forward to the web. I liked that the web allowed me to vary my arm and leg spacing, and that I was able to grab the chain at various points. This turned out to be a good thing, because after warming me up with the floggers, Mistress worked me over pretty good with the legree, a rugbeater(which seemed milder than usual), the quirt(which was much harsher than usual), and a paddle. She also mixed in some scratching, targeting the sensitive area around the front inside of my hips, a very sensitive area for me. She had me screaming and shaking, which just intensified her efforts.
We then retired to a soft padded table for some CBT. Mistress loves to alternate hurting my dick and making it pretty, sometimes both at the same time. The most painful part of this was when she put two zippers on me at the same time and pulled them off one after the other. Normally after pulling off a zipper, Mistress waits a little and then puts on another, the two being pulled off in a row like that created some intense pain.
We rested for a bit before Mistress had me lie down for some intense scratching. Whenever we pick up play from a break( CBT was the break this time), the pain quickly ramps up in level, because I am already quite sensitized from the earlier play. I love the scratching, because of the intense physicality. It became very intense very quickly, and soon I was writhing and bucking on the table, with Mistress still targeting my sensitive hip area. She even brought tears to my eyes once or twice.
Later as I lay cradled in her arms I was overwhelmed with my feelings of love for her and felt the need to communicate to her this love. After I told her I loved her I was racked with sobbing tears. Mistress asked me where this was coming from, but I did not know. My only thought is that I was so filled with intense feelings that they needed an outlet and crying was their way out. It is a beautiful thing, laying there in your love's arms and just releasing with her.
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Promised Land
By Robert Parker
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Scening Again
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Mar 4, 2006 12:41 am
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Original Blog posted: Wednesday, February 15, 2006 (moved from MySpace)
Saturday night, Mistress and I went to DV8, a play/dance party held at a local dungeon. It attracts a wide range of attendees, from goth kids who like to dress up and go dancing, to people who have been in the BDSM scene for years, and just want to scene. While many people would group all these people into a broad alternative category, it is not often that you see these two groups getting together in large numbers. It can be very distracting to play in this kind of environment. The music is played at near club level which can be too loud at times. Also, unlike some invitation only dungeons, you have a lot of people in attendance who do not understand proper dungeon protocol, such as safe distances to keep from interfering with a scene, or appropriate conversation levels to maintain. Personally, I feel these things can be set right by guiding those not familiar with correct protocols in the right direction. It is good to have those who have never watched real scening have the opportunity to see the kind of close emotional bonds involved in these scenes.
Mistress and I set up in the Elizabethan room, which is where we usually play at this location. It is a nice room, which a good variety of furniture, and it offers a level of familiar comfort. As usual we got to scening fairly quickly.
It had been quite a while since we had last scened. Mistress is a sadist. This does not mean she is mean, it does not mean she is evil, and it certainly does not mean she enjoys non-consensual suffering. It means that she enjoys inflicting pain onto someone who in return enjoys receiving pain. I am not a masochist, I do not enjoy receiving pain for its own sake. This does not mean I do not love scening with Mistress. There are many things I love about our scenes. I love the sensations, and the close physical and emotional contact created when we play. I love pleasing her by taking pain up to and beyond my limits. But the problem is that Mistress needs me to love the pain itself, and I am just not wired that way. This is a problem for her because she sees inflicting pain on someone who does not enjoy the pain itself as bordering on abuse. I tell her that I do it because it makes her happy and because I love her and love pleasing her, but she has trouble reconciling this. I have also failed to communicate properly concerning my feelings, and this has only served to exacerbate the issue.
But we love and are committed to each other,and perfectly complete each other in all other ways, and decided to continue scening as we were, but to possibly include another in heavier pain scenes. This bothers me some because she is my Wife and Mistress and for us the scenes are very intimate acts. Allowing another into that is potentially troubling. But I understand Mistress needs to play heavy, and it is my failing in being able to give her what she needs, in addition to my lack of communication that has caused this. And her needs are of utmost importance to me, so I will try my best. I truly feel that in time I will be able to provide for all her needs.
Back to the scene. I quickly found out what an extended layoff does to the pain receptors. Things that would have been warm up material quickly became quite painful.. I felt very wussy. Mistress used a variety of implements on me from my favorite, her nails, to my not quite so favorite, the Legree. I love her nails because they are a part of her and the scratching becomes a very intense sexual experience. I enjoy her hand spankings, which she also used that night for the same reason. The sensations though are not as intense, largely I feel because Mistress too, has a great affinity for scratching, and we feed off each others intensity. The Legree, for those not familiar with it is a form of single tail hand whip. Ours is about 2 feet long and has a latigo(harsh leather) tip. While Mistress has harsher tools at her disposal( canes, chain ball flogger, paddles), it is the harshest of those she uses regularly. We also played with some floggers, including the Elk, which is my favorite, because of its combination of weight and softness(remember I am a wuss). We are getting a new elk, and I can't wait to feel that. Hopefully it has more falls(the strings of hide that make up the flogger), which will make it heavier while maintaining the softness. We also played with our new Bison flogger, something Mistress has wanted for a very long time. She thought the balance was a little off, but I found it enjoyable. I would have hoped for a higher thud to sting ratio though.
After playing with me for a while, a great experience for both of us(I am so happy we went), Mistress played some with another sub friend of ours. He is a very very heavy pain player. Mistress' choice of a third was very good, because while I am still not 100% comfortable with it, his personality, and what he is looking for, is such that I do not feel threatened or jealous. I just still wish I could provide what he does, but then that will always be the case.
After she was done playing with him, Mistress resumed playing with me, and our play got a little heavier. At some point I started to subspace and do not recall a lot of what happened at this point. One thing I do recall is some heavy scratching and my need to grab or hit something. I almost stomped on Mistress' foot accidentally. That would have put me in a world of hurt. Seeing my need, Mistress allowed me to lean over a bench, and resumed the scratching. The only problem, was that this bench did not have a graspable area, and I ended up striking a nearby stock with my fist, not smart. We wound down with a little zipper play on my balls, and me in a humbler. I like the zippers, partially because it involves Mistress touching my dick, and I love the humbler. We then ended with me laying in Mistress' arms wrapped in a blanket. The blanket is very nice, because it was often very cold where we were.
All in all, the evening was great. I really missed playing with Mistress, and am glad we are back. I am very lucky to have Mistress in my life and I look forward to pleasing her and making her life special. And this is not just the sub talking, but the husband as well.
Currently reading:
Promised Land
By Robert Parker
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My New Life
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Mar 4, 2006 12:39 am
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Original Blog posted: Saturday, November 19, 2005 (moved from MySpace
Last Saturday, Mistress celebrated the one year anniversary of our first meeting. I cannot believe it has been one year already, and at the same time it seems like we have known each other forever. We met at a Club FEm party at man's Ruin, which sadly no longer exists, and that night I experienced the most intense encounter of any kind I had ever experienced. I had anticipated meeting Mistress at the party, as I had seen her homepage and thought she seemed very interesting. The whole time of the party I was not aware of who she was until right before play time began. At that point I made sure put myself to be selected by her to be played with, a forwardness I do not normally exhibit, and have been grateful for that action ever since. Just the thought that we may not have had a chance to play that night, that we may not have had a chance to develop this amazing relationship makes me wonder what I would ever do without her. And the truth is I cannot imagine what life would be like without her. I was a self sufficient, content man for years. I had never had any luck with women, and had come to accept bachelorhood as my fate. It just goes to show that if you have never had something you don't know what you are missing. Without her, there would be a hole in my world that I could never replace, an emptiness I could never fill.
It is amazing how much your life changes in a marriage. At some times the responsibility you have for each other can be a little scary. As a single man, if a bill did not get payed, or there was no food in the house, or I lost a job, no big deal, I would survive. I have always been a survivor, never thriving, but doing well enough to get by. Now, all that has changed, everything we decide affects the other. Every mistake we make hurts the other. But I really love it. I love being part of something bigger. I am stronger with her support. I am more ambitious. I want to succeed, to make her proud of me and to make a better life for us. And along the lines of responsibility we now have two cats, and I cannot imagine how anyone can have kids and not go insane with worry. I can't even leave the house without checking three times to make sure all the chemical cabinets are closed and secure.
Our relationship is perfectly balanced, with her assuming the more dominant role. We are most definitely a 24/7 relationship, something which many people seem to think means you need to be "on" 24 hours a day. But we are never "on", we just "are". We like to describe our relationship as a traditional 50's marriage, only with Mistress in the role of husband. But in some ways we go even further. I live for Mistress. I put her needs before mine in every way, at least most of the time. I do this because I love her and respect her. Because she is my Wife, my Mistress, and my Owner. This has led her at one point to state that she felt I was a slave and not a sub. I do not know whether I agree with this or not, I just know how I feel for her.
This level of commitment has been challenging at times. Sometimes it feels there is just not enough time in the day. As I have stated, Mistress's needs come before mine, and I believe that is the way it should be, she deserves it. But sometimes I do not have time for me, and that has taken some getting used to. Sometimes I feel a little overwhelmed, and given the nature of the relationship, feel it is my responsibility to suck it up and deal with it. This leads to the occasional blow up. Mistress tells me I need to be open with her if I feel frustrated, and she is right. Any relationship, particularly a BDSM one, needs total openness to work. I am doing better, but it is tough sometimes, given the fact that is my primary goal in life to serve Mistress and make her happy.
But that occasional stress is nothing compared to the joy in my life on a daily basis. Seeing the look of joy on her face when I come home from work warms my heart. Cuddling with her on the couch as we watch TV is just so peaceful and satisfying. Our play has also progressed, with her expanding my limits, pushing me to tears, teaching me to surrender to her. It is tough to leave for work in the morning, not because I do not like my job, but because it will be hours before I see her again. And don't even get me started on the naughty stuff. Being taken and used, giving and receiving pleasure. It is a beautiful experience.
I just cannot believe how lucky I am to have such a beautiful, sexy, confident, cute, funny, playful, forceful, loving, nurturing woman in my life.
Currently reading:
A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 4)
By George R. R. Martin
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The Married Life for Me
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Mar 4, 2006 12:37 am
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Original Blog posted:Monday, June 13, 2005 (moved from myspace)
Just got back from Vegas, and I must say the experience was incredible. I am a married man. Married to the Woman of my dreams; my true love. Leading up to the marriage date, I was not sure what kind of feelings/emotions to expect. I was certainly excited, but it was that dreamlike kind of excitement where you can see, and feel and hear everything that is going on, but it's almost like it happening to someone else. I tend to be like that with big moments, they all of a sudden just hit me. I just don't know when. I was definitely not nervous, nor did I expect to be. I am not a commitmentphobe, and I knew that I loved Mistress and she loved me. That is all I needed to know. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Instead of something suddenly hitting me, what I was getting were spikes of excitement/euphoria where I just swelled up with all these great feelings.
On Monday morning, we drove out to Vegas. I really should say Mistress drove, since I have never learned to drive and don't have a license. I felt really bad that she had to do all the driving, because it really wears her down. Soon I will have a license and be able to shoulder some of that burden. The ride was a very nice one, and Mistress even pretended to kind of sort of be interested in my thoughts on Texas Hold'Em. We arrived in Vegas, and proceeded to the County Clerk to get our marriage license. I could not believe how many people were in line to get married. I am a fairly good reader of body language and was surprised at the lack of warmth I saw in that line. I know not everyone is comfortable showing their emotions in public, but many couples in line seemed fairly lukewarm towards each other. The process was a simple one. Just fill out and hand the clerk your vital info, show them your id's, pay them, and they hand you the marriage license, and a certificate to be completed by the marrying minister.
After getting our license, we checked in at Circus Circus, which seemed to give us easy access to what we wanted to do that week. It also had a fun energetic kind of atmosphere which Mistress knew I would like. After a little rest we went to see Zumanity, Cirque de Soleil's resident cabaret style show. What a disappointment. I figured at best it would have heat along with their trademark athleticism, and at worst it would have one or the other. Unfortunately, it had neither. The seats were great, but that was about it.
Wedding day was very exciting, for many reasons. Since Monday was a long day, particularly for Mistress, we decided to sleep in and call the Chapel when we were ready. We did not have a reservation, but we knew the name of the chapel and figured it would be easy to set up a time. Wrong. We went to look up their phone number only to find they were not listed in the directory. I tried calling the front desk, a marriage resource center, and even other chapels to get their number, all to no avail. Finally, Mistress pulled some internet voodoo and accessed their web site through a cached website. So we called them, and fortunately they had a time open for us, and they sent a limo down to pick us up. The only problem was we were not sure which entrance they were going to pick us up at. We checked both the front and back pick up areas, but no limo. Finally Mistress sent me up to the room to give them another call. On my way back up I stopped for one last check at the front entrance, and the limo was just pulling up.
The limo ride over was a very nice one, with Mistress and I snuggled up together. We were getting married. At this point all the planning/organizing tension drained out of me. Everything was set, we were on our way. We could live the moment. The chapel itself was a cute little non-descript storefront with tasteful decor. No garish elvis promotions or drive thrus. We really liked that. Just because you get married in vegas, doesn't mean it has to be a Vegas wedding.
After filling out our initial paperwork, the chauffeur/photographer took us outside to take some sitting in and getting out of the limo photos. We were then brought into the main chapel area. This was, like the rest of the place, very low key and tasteful, with seating for about 40 people. They positioned Mistress and I as they set up the video camera. They started the music and Mistress began walking down the aisle. Just sitting here typing this I am tearing up a little bit just thinking of how beautiful she looked, in the dress that we first met in. She just looked so happy. When she got to the front where I was, the minister had us face him, and asked if we minded if we prayed. While neither of us is overly religious, it was very touching and comforting to know that you are being married as part of a religious ceremony. After prayer, we faced each other, and spoke our vows, repeating after the minister. I was so filled with emotion, I could barely get the words out. I had to go slow and take deep breaths. It was just such a beautiful moment and I was so happy. Mistress then repeated her vows, and it was great hearing her utter those words for me. It was great sliding each others rings on, beginning the rest of our lives together. We the were pronounced husband and wife, and I got to kiss my Wife for the first time.
After that we took some more still photos, and arranged to come back and pick up the photos the next day. As we were waiting there, we had the opportunity to talk some with the minister, and were pleased to discover that he was actually a real minister, and had been for thirty years. He did this because he believed in it, not just to make a quick buck.We were married. It felt different, but not in any definable way. We felt the same as we always did. I could not possibly love her any more than I already did, but somewhat this commitment added another dimension to our love.
married
Later that night we met up with a friend and went to the Green Door, a swingers club in Vegas that has a dungeon room. There were two reasons for this. One reason was that there are no public dungeons in Vegas. The other, and more important reason is that they allowed penetration, and Mistress wanted to take my ass publicly on our Wedding Night.
We arrived there and I was surprised at how out in the open this club was. Dungeons in our area are all very discreet, but the outside of this place was well lit, and clearly stated the name of the establishment along with what it was. Inside was tasteful, with no garish or vulgar decor, just lots of beds and couches. It took us awhile, but we finally found the dungeon, way to the back of the top floor. It was small, but it had what was needed. Mistress's eyes lit up when she saw that they had a swing to sit me in and nail me to her heart's content. We started off the evening with a little light play(at least what I have come to see as light play) as Mistress and her friend discussed various topics of play. There was some pain involved, but it was fairly light. Given the emotions of the day however, I think I was at least a little sub spaced by this point. Mistress then had me hop up into the swing and proceeded to take my ass. It was a dildo we have used fairly often, and I have taken more, so this was not a painful experience. It was an expression of love. I wish I could remember more details, but while I remember the sensations and the occasional glimpse of Mistress's delighted face as she swung me back and forth, giving me little jolts on the deepest thrusts, I was mostly drifting in a blissful state. Unfortunately, our ceiling does not have that kind of support, or I would be getting my ass reamed on a nightly basis.
The next day, after sleeping in, we headed over to pick up our pictures. When we got there, someone was just getting in, and went to retrieve our pictures, only to find that they were not yet done. She then got on the phone with the computer/photo/chauffeur guy who tried to talk her through the process of printing out the pictures. She was not getting it, and Mistress, being very computer savvy, was helping her through the process. She then realized she was late for an appointment and left us there to print the pictures out ourselves. Well, we proceeded to go through the 40 some pictures and select what we wanted for our 8x10's, our 5x7's, wallet size, etc.. As we were to the point of printing out our index prints, basically a proof sheet of twenty pics, another employee came in. He was surprised to see us and even after we explained what happened to him, he tried to rush us through the selection of the proofs. Luckily we had already printed out our bigger prints. We asked how they are normally selected and he said they take the first 20 or pick them at random. If you want to pick your own you can buy the photo cd for $100-$150. So buyer beware, make sure you know exactly what you are getting in the way of photos, not only in number of prints, but in selection as well. They also tried to add on a minister donation, which we had been made aware of, and a limo driver tip which we had only the last call. We had no problem with the minister tip, since we were very happy with him and he was very sincere, but they wanted a $50 tip for a 10 minute limo ride. We gave what we felt was warranted.
After that we went to ESPNZone for lunch, and the food was good, but the atmosphere was not as sports enthusiast as I would have expected. Another place we liked was the Blue Iguana Cantina in Circus Circus. Very good food at good prices.
All in all it was a great trip, and I will hold onto the memories for a lifetime. I like to look at my ring and just go WOW.
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A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 1)
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