Powerful Submission

Sometimes I get carried away, swept along a current if you like. Often the river leads to a beautiful lake and it is peaceful and I feel content. Other times, instead of staying on the main current, I allow an swirling eddy to take me off to the side, into the creek that runs off at a tangent. The creek gets smaller and smaller, running into little tributaries and eventually I find myself barely moving at all and landing in the mangroves. The murky, foul smelling muddy area that usually hints of crocodiles (or alligators!), biting bugs and getting stuck somewhere as the tide comes in. This picture is of the creek that runs into Mosman Gorge in Far North Queensland (Australia). Such a pretty place so peaceful, but it runs to the mangrove on the coast which smells, has crocs and is full of biting flies and mosquitos.

So what has this got to do with the one thing I know? I know to take advice and listen to my instinct.

Yesterday I blogged about what flavour I am?

I posted a picture and it didn't feel right. Fian looks at it and exclaims about how I am going hardcore and then the beautiful Amber www.aspectsofamber.blogspot.com leaves such sensible words.

I am not a 'hard core' type of person. I am girly and like pretty things and my favourite colour is pink. I even wear pink when I go hiking and sometimes even take photos that look like there's fairies in the forest!!! No not very hardcore!

I am uncomfortable with the type of attention that I attracted to the blog. So, while it is not too late, I am going to steer myself back into the main current and flow to the peaceful lake. I.E. back off from the explicit pictures (yes, still mention some aspects of our relationship that are relevant). Let people use their own imagination to insert the image or find something else to put there.

At least I don't have a legion of readers who are going to be disappointed in some way!! lol The advantages of obscurity huh?!

Well, as always, stay safe, play safe and enjoy.

So I get a comment left by someone else’s Dom. Why does this communication from another man concern me? I feel almost like I have been unfaithful?
The mere act of receiving communication from another Man in this personal, private manner has thrown me off balance. I’m not saying he did anything wrong or that in any way I have been put in a bad situation. This is just me exploring the many aspects of my Submissiveness and learning what my limits and interests are. I am formulating, if you like what ‘flavour’ my own kink takes.




Fian and I frequently discuss whether we are comfortable with ‘sharing’ each other and the response from both of us is an overwhelming NO. Fian is happy for me to share images on the blog, to write about our love, fucking, sex adventures and our exploration of the Dom/Sub relationship. But as for playing with other couples, having someone else join us for a ‘scene’ or just to have another Dom or Sub join us in a sexual or non- sexual manner we are just so wrapped up in each other that the thought of sharing is completely abhorrent.

The start of our relationship involved so much time where we could not be together and we spent a lot of time longing for each other and feeling like a ‘normal’ life (ie where you can actually see each other and spend time together, let alone go out together!) would never actually happen. As things have moved along, we see each other almost every day and spend many many nights together (well, almost all of them!). But do you know what? We still long for more time together – so much so that we are intent on building our business to a point where we never have to go to work again and can spend all of our time together.

So what ‘flavour’ kink do I have? Hmm, well, I guess the only thing I know there is that it isn’t vanilla. I’ve read heaps of interesting and funny descriptions of what different ice-cream flavours represent in the BDSM community, but as to what I am? I don’t know.

At times I love a good spanking, but I HATE pain!
I am completely submissive to Fian, but I am not his Slave (although we occasionally dabble on the edges of this).
The cool touch of a sharp blade, held by MY lover (note no one else) warm against my skin leaves me decidedly wet and completely turned on. But, I don’t like pain.

The helplessness of being bound – yum.
The cut of an intricately tied knot pushing into my cunt against my clit from a cord worn under my clothing – bliss.
What does this make me?
Do I need a label?
Oh well, enough rambling for tonight – the self discovery session is over for now – my Man is indicating that my online time is over and his ‘on me’ time is about to begin.
Stay safe and enjoy yourselves!

Fian was sitting on the couch a couple of minutes ago stroking my hair when he suddenly took a fistful of hair close to my scalp and pulled me close to him with a fierceness that took my breath away. "I'm going to fuck you tonight and you're going to enjoy it"

Not much I can really say is there?

My apologies if this is crap - but here is my first foray into the world of fiction and fantasy....

Shift work
The days all seemed to roll seamlessly into each other. Home to work, work to home, home to work, work to home, home to work. FUCK will there ever be an end to this treadmill existence?
Despite the mundane existence and equally mundane internal rantings, there were a few shafts of sunshine to brighten the shifts at the hospital. Like the unbelievable tightness of Emma’s arse as she leaned across the table or strained as they lifted a patient onto the trolley. Sometimes Rob thought about dropping something in front of her when she wasn’t looking just so she’d have to bend again and he could let his imagination roam to what he would do if she ever acquiesced to letting him fuck her.

In fact the fucking component of the fantasy was the least of his obsessions. Now it could have been his overactive imagination but once Rob was sure that he could see the outline of a tattoo through the thin blue blouses that she wore at work. During a particularly long session in the theatre as the sweat ran down her neck and onto her back he noticed a gloriously coloured deep tissue bruise that marked her from neck to shoulder. “Interesting – who gave her that gift?” he thought to himself and indulged in the fantasy of his hands around her neck as she lay spread eagled on a table, cunt pulled open and shaved bare for him.

Emma’s arse was exquisite (as far as he could tell in the unisex theatre uniform). Each day of working with her brought new imaginings of her. As he crouched in the back of the store room he imagined her finding him wanking behind rows of bandages, trays and the ever deliciously tempting needles. Rob used the needles to let his blood flow from his veins across his cock and hand – how hot it was surging in his fist as he forced his cock through it. She’d gasp and go to run out, but, captivated by the sight of his cock – hard and bloodied her feet won’t move. Won’t move until the slightest curl of his finger motioning her to come to him pulls her like a winch, slowly and painstakingly around the shelf to come within arms reach of Rob.

Fear, intrigue, desire? Is this what he sees in her eyes? Slowly mimicking the movements used by children reaching out to pat a skittish pony he puts his non-blood covered hand out and gently touches just one of her fingers. She shivers and again goes to run and again is stopped by the wet sounds coming from the blood covered cock and by the hypnotic power of his ramming fist. Rob moves slightly to make room for her in the alcove behind the shelves and catches the drawstring of her trousers to draw her nearer. With a single pull the string is released and he has access to the simple knickers, pausing his wanking long enough to leave a red fingerprint on the white cotton.

Released from the hypnotic draw of his pulsing fist, Emma looks Rob in the eye for the first time staring at him, and then steps close enough for her breasts to be eye to nipple beneath their cotton restraint. As he blows through the tempting gap in the buttons his breath is hot and damp. Sharp teeth bite cruelly through cotton blouse, nylon bra and into the fleshy curves of the side of Emma’s breasts and sharply filed nails dig into the roundness of her arse.

Dragging Emma down to her knees and continuing his torture of her skin, Rob resumes fucking his hand, pulsing faster and faster feeling the blood growing sticky and beginning to dry. Now with his fingers dragging her knickers off to the side of her cunt Emma begins to breathe faster, almost matching the rhythmic thrust of Rob’s hand. Suddenly and intrusively Rob jams his fingers into her cunt, savagely twisting and pushing into the folds of flesh.

Close to cumming Rob pulls Emma brutally towards him and pierces the softness of her breast, biting hard with tearing, ripping shakes of his head. As Emma’s body heaves at this onslaught of pain and the sensations in her cunt, Rob thrusts and convulses and a blood/cum mixture surges from his cock staining the paleness of her thigh and white pantied cunt.

“Fuck I bet the reality wouldn’t be as hot as my version” thinks Rob shaking the image from his mind as he returns to reality, ready to clear the theatre and resume the work to home treadmill. Two more days till I’m on shift with Emma, at least there’s always the storeroom….

Sometimes (like today when I got back from taking the kids camping) when I’m hot and sweaty and dirty I like to postpone having a shower. There’s something about the baseness that appeals to me. In fact it turns me on to smell my scent coming from my armpits and from between my thighs. It’s not an offensive odour, I’m only hot and sweaty and have had a shower in the past day but still, it’s not something that usually you like to acknowledge is there.

The kids were at their Dad's for the afternoon, which left me on my own...So throughout the afternoon I alternated my time between lying on my bed in front of the huge mirror that I use as a bed head rubbing my cunt until I was on the brink of cumming and then getting up and reading erotic fiction and blogs on the net. The text of the stories – both fiction and blog played in my head as I returned to my bed to continue the blissful torture of my clit.

I try not to energetically contract myself as I draw closer and closer to climax then…stop. Just short and feel the energy draw from my quivering, contracting, hot cunt through my body and I breathe deeply and slowly.

Shaking legs carry me to the lounge to slouch on the cold vinyl of my ‘office’ chair – hunched over the screen of my laptop searching concurrently for titillation and for affirmation as I alternate betweens windows taking in the information and creations voraciously. Eventually the bed will call me again and I resume the play. On the final visit to the bedroom with the deep-orange light of the sunset reflecting off the mirror I retrieve a bottle of moisturiser from beside the bed. I don’t require its lubricant but I do desire its shape…A gentle curve perfect for stimulating the G-spot pushed up and forwards into me. Insistent fingers harass my cunt – not gentle teasings but vigorous fretting of the nerve endings, forcing the stem of my piercing to catch on the head of my clit sending shock waves up my spine and down to my toes.

Of course eventually I give in to the pleasure of my fingers on my clit and the press against the inside of my cunt and in sheer bliss throw myself back onto the bed to lie panting. My orgasm has added a new layer to the already heady aromas on my skin and I wish I had Fian’s cum on me to complete the mix.

So it goes like this...
I'm out in the backyard hanging washing on the line talking to Fian. We are chatting about the day, talking about how much we love each other and then...*dah dah dah da* (ominous music)it happens. We venture off the safe and happy road and into the murky swamp filled with hidden dangers.


Yes, the dangerous territory for all couples who have children from previous relationships...discussion on the kids. In this case Fian's kids are having interviews at a mediation centre because of some totally unreasonable behaviour by their mother. Sometimes the unfairness of the situation and the poison that is evident in the kids from their mother (her behaviour towards Fian [and to a certain degree, myself]) just makes me so damn mad I can't keep my mouth shut. So I told Him what I think. What I feel about her manipulation of Him, her pure spite, her lack of consideration for the children and sheer nastieness. Unfortunately then, I said what I thought of something He had done in response to this provocation...without holding back.

Yup, instead of supporting Him and holding Him up in the face of the fear of not seeing his children, I criticised Fian. As I spoke the phone suddenly felt heavy and the beautiful bright sunny afternoon seemed to cloud over with the muck that had come out of my mouth. The next couple of minutes of dialogue resulted in me saying I didn't think it would be a good idea for us to have kids together until he had sorted out the shit with His kids, the conversation ending, the phone being thrown to the ground and me having a totally unreasonable tantrum (internal rant anyway) about how I felt like I had no voice and that I am always going to be second in his life. (Somehow unreasonable isn't harsh enough for the crap that went on in my head.)

I was going to try to bring my camping trip with the kids forward, run away to the bush straight away - get away from him and let him suffer for how I was feeling. Ha then I realised that we would get there after dark - not a good introduction to camping for my little ones. So we went shopping and I bought fun yummy things to take camping and tried (unsuccessfully) not to grump at the kids because I was scared and feeling like shit.

Meanwhile Fian has texted me to let me know he had updated his blog – I was driving and instead of pulling over and texting a reasonable reply to say that I was out and couldn’t check it – I just wrote “Am out”. Yup the terse text.

He called as I was attempting to herd the kids across a busy intersection, weaving in and out of buses, taxis and impatient business men (who somehow manage to make sure you know they have seen you and don’t approve of the raggle-taggle mob we are whilst simultaneously pretending that you don’t exist!). Once I would have tried to answer it as there is no way I could miss talking to Him!! This time I just couldn’t – I told myself that MY kids needed to come first and HIS phone call could wait. Needless to say the concerned voice-mail message didn’t help to make me feel better about myself.

How bad did I feel when I finally read this on Fian’s blog…

“This is the advice that I've Taken on board this afternoon and come to a decision that has been so very hard. Karen. As publicly as I can I now ask you if you would consider being my partner in bringing a new life into this world? With all of the considerations that have been through I would like to start soon. Paris would be a great place. No Pressure, no compulsion. Of my own free will do I ask you this. Your Grey Fox”

OH SHIT! What do I do now? Have I ruined everything? Do I really want this – what if this happens again? (That’s the unreasonable, pouty, tantrum voice still.)

Fian and I speak on the phone and I agree to see him at my place that night. Now the nerves begin and I worry and the kids pick up on that and get all ratty and bratty and the cycle continues and and and – yup pure panic. He arrives after I have given the kids dinner and we are waiting to go for a walk.

The firm hand on my arms holding him away from me. Stopping me from collapsing on His chest until His question is answered. Part of me wanted to be defiant and fight Him. The rest of me wanted to hide my face in shame for not supporting Him and to fall to my knees and beg Him for forgiveness. Instead, I said that I do want to join with Him to create life. He finally held me to him and we talked as we walked the dogs through the paddocks.
When we got back I put the kids to bed and then we had a 'normal' night together. Except of one thing...
In between the usual stuff (washing dishes, kissing, folding clothes, fucking etc) we were planning. Next week we go to the clinic to have my IUD taken out. Fian is a naturopath and is planning my pre-conception care program. I am planning on loosing some weight and building up my tummy and back muscles.

In 6 weeks time we leave for our trip to the UK – here, every time we fuck (which will be a LOT!) we will know that I could get pregnant. This is going to be such a turn on!

Well, it’s time to pack the car and take the kids camping. And so the adventure continues….

In the time that Fian and I have been together I have always known that there are only two things that could cause us to fight or that could come between us.

Today they did.

I'm not sure what to do now. You can't argue with a man fighting for his kids.

How do you decide when the time is right to create a new life?

The decision to start a relationship with Fian was surprisingly easy, especially given that we were both involved with other people at the time. Falling in love with Him was even easier. At each stage of our relationship the process has followed a natural progression.
Step One Meet and find each other interesting.
Step Two Chemistry and Sparks.
Step Three Realise that Fian feels the same way about me.
Step Four Kiss in the park.
Step Five Arrange to go away.
Step Six Fuck. A lot.
Step Seven Say "I love you"
Step Eight Plan Talk Plan Fuck Plan Fuck Love Love Love Play Plan Fuck ....
Step Nine Move Out of our homes and relationships into separate homes
Step Ten ???

Yeah, I know this is simplified and doesn't really cover the complexities of breaking up, making up, breaking up, broken hearts, healing, kids, houses, leases,jobs, earning money, etc, etc etc. But really this can all come out in pieces - we have to deal with the right now. And right now I am being overcome by the overwhelming urge to procreate.
Yup, my body clock is ticking and the alarm is winding up to start ringing.

Fian and I have been talking about having kids together since about Step Seven! But I asked Him if we could really start thinking about it. As in...NOW!!! *sigh* Not very submissive of me cause I then proceeded to bring it up over the next few days - albeit hesitantly and quietly.

As we were scrambling down the side of the mountain last weekend (See my first post) He agreed that when we are in the UK in May that we could try to conceive!!! YAY...but then He went into His cave and I can feel the waves of panic or concern or worry washing out of the darkness. Now I'm confused and concerned. Where I was certain that it was time to move on (yes, I know that it's only been one year since we even MET!) now I am all over the place.

Maybe I should just stay in my little farmhouse where I live with my kids (three of them) and He should stay in His slightly bigger house where He lives (visited by his kids - two of them) and just accept that this is our relationship? It sounds really crappy to me. *Pout*

Fian is the best father that I have ever seen on this planet. My kids adore him (my ex hates him with such venom that it is frightening). I so want to carry His child. To conceive consciously and soulfully. To be aware of the new life, the spark that we created. To feel the life grow and my body change to nurture it. I love having my belly swell, my breasts fill with milk and my heart expand to make room for another person to love completely. Then to work together to parent our child.

I don't have any answers. Sometimes I come up with really good solutions to things, but I really think this is instinctive. How do I control instinct with logic?

Does this mean I have to trust Him? Is this what submission is about?

Fian said he had a surprise for me yesterday - a gift for me. We love to give each other gifts, sometimes they are things that we have bought (not expensive usually), other times they could be as simple as a beautiful feather or flower we've found.

My gift yesterday was not something I could hold or touch, yet it is a gift that has truly touched me and that I hold so dear.

www.discoveringfian.blogspot.com

Words that Fian has written as we explore this path our lives are on. Words that describe us, His thoughts and, well, more about our fucking. How cool! What an amazing present - another place I can go to help me understand my Man. Thank you gorgeous one...I LOVE YOU!

I don't like pain. There you go. I've said it. Yes, the spankings that I receive within the bounds of my relationship with Fian are, in their own way, extremely enjoyable. But not the pain bit of them. I'm sure this doesn't really make any sense, but the actually process of having my arse and thighs slapped hurts like hell and I don't like it - in fact I cry. Often.

But the look in my Man's eyes and the strength in his body and the way he becomes so fucking hard is completely enjoyable. He gets so turned on by seeing my arse get more and more red, by the heat that comes off my skin and, yes, by my struggles, pain and whimpering. He is my Man and I give this to him (don't worry, I get turned on my the very fact that I am submitting in this way).

So why do I mention now that I don't like pain? Well, when I am in a 'mood' where I feel so bound up and unable to cry or let out the stress a 'stress relief' spanking can release the block...usually. The overwhelming sensation of pain and helplessness is usually enough to let loose the flood gates and have me sobbing my heart (well at least the hurt part of my heart) out on Fian's shoulder. I say that this usually works because last night it didn't. I was feeling worthless, useless and in a really down mood. My Man was getting totally over it so I got out of the room and got ready for bed. He came to bed later and I could sense him coming before he even opened the door to the bedroom. He was so male, so strong and power was radiating from him. Yet somehow I could also feel that he wanted to say or do something but either didn't know what or wanted me to ask him to do something. I realised I was in for a dose of stress relief - this means lots of ouchies for me! Forty minutes, two extremely red arse cheeks and one very well fucked cunt later he gives up. I could not be broken and the pain inside released. Basically this was one time I had to find my own stress relief - sort my own screwed up thoughts out by myself.

I know that Fian felt like he had really let me down and that he was not a good Dom for me in not knowing what I needed. But he didn't let me down...imagine someone doing everything in their power for you - only you. How could I feel let down when I know I am totally loved and totally taken care of?

Having said that I don't like pain, I do like being hit instead of slapped, I crave the feel of this closed hand on my body, the push as he holds me to the bed and the pressure of his body holding mine. We had a (in hindsight) frightening flirtation with asphixiation - at my request. I love the feel of his hands closing around my throat as he fucks me. I love the feeling of slipping away and then coming back to the sensation of his cock inside me and his teeth and tongue against my breast. However, the reality of the serious long term complications from this type of play have hit home and we now DO NOT allow my air supply to be blocked when Fian has his hands on my throat. In fact it is even more of a turn on now as I have to trust him completely to even allow him to put his hands there knowing how easy it would be to get carried away.

I was going to talk about the amazing sex that we had the night before last when Fian was still seething from a phone call from Judy his ex. But to tell you the truth, amazing sex is not something that is unusual in our relationship. This particular night was special not because we came together (which we did), or because Fian fucked me hard in as many different ways you could imagine (which he did). It was amazing because I realised that I was able to submit to Him and allow Him to use me and my body to express and heal His emotions. Now that is special and powerful.

Well, back to work - I am working at home tonight on the computer. If I don't get back to it I'll never get to slide into bed next to the most beautiful and gorgeous man in the world!

THEY'RE OK!!! Phew! Mind you the damage to property up North is so extreme. My beautiful friend and her family are safe but spent the afternoon after the storm passed over trying to move huge gum trees from where they had fallen all around their home. Some of them fell within 2 metres of where they were huddled in the lounge room. She said the noise of them crashing around them was terrifying. My aunts and uncles up in Innisfail are also OK - again some property damage but no one was hurt. I think our family is so fortunate to have come out of this event so well.

Fian was brilliant yesterday when I was worried about everyone he kept sending me information that he got of the web and called me if there was anything new on the radio. I felt so well looked after by him - truly I believe that I am the luckiest woman that ever was loved by a man. Even when he was having a low point in the day after a horrible phone call from Judy his Ex (who is trying to stop him from seeing his kids {more about that another time}) Fian was still able to hold me and be excited when the phone call to say that everyone was ok.

We are so far removed from the area - Melbourne is at the opposite end of the country. Yesterday was the most beautiful blue sky day - perfect for the Commonwealth Games which are on at the moment.

I really want to post about how unbelievable it felt last night to help Fian relieve some stress by taking on his need to be a Man and to feel like he is in complete control, but I'm late to get to work. Later - I will post about this incredible sexual experience later.

A huge cyclone has just wiped out towns in the region that I grew up in. My best friend and her family is still somewhere under the eye of the storm. I'm so worried about them all and really really upset that this paradise that is my home has just had such an extreme weather event.

The storm hit this morning while I was still snuggled up in bed trying really hard not to wake up and thinking that perhaps if I ignored Fian's insistent cock pressing against me that he would go away! Yeah I know, really really stupid on two accounts... 1.I HAD to get up to go and pick my kids up from their dad (and I will never miss this appointment - ever) and 2. I'm a submissive - ignoring the insistent cock of my Man is about as likely as thinking I'm going to suddenly start calling the shots...it's just not going to happen.

So here I am, snuggled up and being gently (well, at first anyway) guided to a ground shaking joint orgasm when my family and friends are awaiting a destructive storm front to shake their very existence. Sometimes life really isn't particularly fair is it?

I'm thinking of you guys up in Far North Queensland - hold on and stay safe.

In submitting to my Man I never ever thought that I would learn to love having my arse wedged against a rock with one leg extended straight and the other bent up against my chest. My arms were shaking as I tried to hold myself up. I was well and truly fucked. How I wish that this were not meant metaphorically!

We went hiking through the Cathedral Mountains in Victoria - a most spectacular and wild region. One of the 'walks' takes you up the side of the mountain over rocky escarpments and then across the Razorback ridge past the peaks of the mountain ranges before decending through the temperate rain forest to murderous steps to the car park. It was on the initial stages of this 'walk' (notice the emphasis on the word 'walk' as opposed to scramble, climb and crawl!!!) that I found myself completely stuck in a crack, not able to quell the rising panic that said "I can't find a place to put my foot and that if I didn't find a place soon my arms would give way and I will come to a hideously painful stop on the jagged and oh so very hard rocks under me."

You know what I did - I got down and sat down and had a drink and a chocolate bar...isn't that what all sensible people would do? Then a family comprising of Dad, a teenage son, a pre-teen son, and a young teen daughter came scrambling up the track. The young girl was having trouble in the same spot. I sat there questioning my trust in my Man for bringing me up here (can you see the pouty lip from the bottom of the mountain?)when suddenly the dad leaned down and offered the girl his hand. She grabbed, was pulled through the tough spot and they proceeded up the side of the rock face. *BING* Light bulb on - all I had to do was ask for help, trust my Man and WE would do it together. It made him feel great too to be able to help me and see me succeed at something which was a real challenge for me.


The next question is did I get fucked on the mountain? Well, yes and no. I had my cunt licked as I hung precariously on the edge on of a rock on the side of the mountain. Fian loves my body and is very particular to make sure I know that he loves ALL of me - sweaty, unshowered and quite possibly not smelling like freshly picked roses! To turn as we climbed and pull my pants aside and lick my clit and move my piercing around with his tongue whilst putting his fingers in me is just one of the ways he likes to tell me he love me. I'm just lucky I guess.

It wasn't all one way - I made sure that as we traversed the Razorback that His cock was given a healthy dose of attention from my mouth and tongue. AND before you ask we were off the path and out of sight of any families that may have come along! Not too far out of the way not to be extremely exciting however...

Why is it that the Full Moon has continued to mark the significant moments in this journey of mine?

The night I stood in the forest and heard the electric sparks of our attraction cut through the silence and felt the insistent press of the unfulfilled sexual tension as He and I stood by the car. Our bodies were not touching, we had not crossed those boundaries in a real sense yet (who knows what he had been dreaming about, but if it was anything like mine we had done much much more than touching...).

Through the dense cover of the trees She was there looking down and marking the occasion when we first realised that the Other felt what we felt too. The Full Moon shining through gaps in the canopy and then reflecting off the car as we drove on, escaping the confusing, pressing need to disappear into the bush and, well, to be honest fuck, fuck and probably fuck some more.

Not everything can be about looking back, but as a start to this new blog looking back can provide the history - ugh history - sounds like carrying baggage around really, but we all have history. The history of how Fian and I came to be Man and Submissive is inextricably tied (no pun intended!!) with how we are today. We were bound to others, unhappily bound, true, but still bound. Our history is so bound with the lives of those we were with but our present is OURS.

Us - Fian my Man and Me Karen. Man and Submissive - in the bedroom I am his to use, to take from me what he needs and wants. In life I am guided by his leadership and governance over our life together. (Please don't tell me about womens lib ok - I have a power in this relationship like no other) In return for my precious gift of submission He cares, loves, fucks me as I need, gives me pain as I need and fulfills me. OURS is a relationship of equals. He is Man and I am His - I have rights, needs and wants. He gives me everything I need, want and respects my rights more than any person on this beautiful earth.

This will be Our story - uncensored. For those who are rattled by lives that are not quite like theirs this could be a challenge, but I'm sure you'll read and then never come back. That's ok - we accept you are you are just as we accept who we are.

Now, I'm off to go camping and get fucked from behind holding a rock halfway up a mountain. I guess I'll have to posts how it goes!