To all my readers, I want to say thank you for being loyal and wonderful.
I have decided to close this blog because it no longer serves any purpose for me. I have my answer--a woman will not become submissive even with patience, training and gentle guidance.
Rather than explore this area any further and jeopardize my marriage, I have decided what is best for me and my relationship with lizard is to close down my blog and disappear back into the real world. I'll be closing down in a week.
Thanks again to all for your support, and I wish every one of you kinky Masters and sluts a wonderful life!
A Bedroom Dom
Monday, January 30, 2012
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Rope
Last night I tied My lizard up with a 35 foot Japanese silk rope. I have never tied her body up before, though I often strap her arms to the bed post before we make love, or her hands above her head in handcuffs, and sometimes her feet as well. But have never actually used a rope to wrap around and tie up her body.
I had bought this rope months ago and used it once to tie her hands and feet to the bed, never around her body. I wasn't quite sure how she would react, because some things she likes, and some she doesn't.
So I told her Wednesday would be our slave night, and ordered her to take her clothes off and remove her earrings, and put her collar on (which I had to tell her twice).
Then I took a shower while she waited for Me. I took out the rope and started by wrapping it around her torso just above her breasts. "What are you doing," she asked.
"Tying you up," I told her and continued to wrap. "And call me sir!"
I had never done this before and was hoping it would work out.
I wrapped the rope twice above her breasts, under her arms each time, then looped it over her shoulders, and brought it back down under her breasts. I wrapped it around her body two more times, under her arms again, then looped it over her shoulders again, this time crossing the two strands. I couldn't tighten it as much as I wold have liked--she has a very low pain tolerance, but still her breasts were jutting out nicely, and they are quite large.
Next I started to wrap the rope around her whole body including her arms, and wrapped it all the way down to her waist where I ran out of rope.
I tied the two ends together, and cuffed her hands in front of her. Then I strapped her legs in cuffs to the two posts at the foot end of the bed, spreading her legs out nicely. She lay there helpless on her back.
I felt her pussy and it was quite wet. "Good girl."
I sucked and licked at her nipples, then brought My hard cock up to her face and pushed it in. As she sucked and licked it, I told her "now get ready, I'm pushing it all the way in," and I grabbed her hair and pushed the head of My cock down her throat and held it there for a second.
She kept licking and sucking My cock for a while until I decided it was time for a good fucking.
I mounted her and started immediately pounding her wet cunt with My hard cock. Her hands were getting in My way, so I uncuffed them, though she was still all wrapped up and couldn't move her arms. I fucked her hard for a few more minutes until she started making whimpering noises.
I pushed her head down onto the bed and held My other hand over her throat as she continued to whimper, threw her head back, and started getting all red. I was grunting now. when i know she is close to orgasm, I start turning more and more animalistic.
Then, Bang! She exploded! A big orgasm that lasted a long long time. She groaned out loud several times, louder than usual, and longer too. As she came I kept fucking her hard. Since she does not allow Me to pull her nipples hard, I had to leave the next part up to My imagination. I imagined pulling and twisting her nipples, and calling her a dirty little fuck whore as I kept pumping in and out of her. Soon I couldn't take it any more either and I shot My hot load inside her and collapsed on top of her.
And then we rested, she laying aside My body, her head on My chest. I always love that moment, right after a nice play session, just lying there enjoying each other's company.
She told Me afterward what a good lover I am, so I guess the rope will become another part of My ratgher limited, yet still ample, repertoire!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Her Collar and Leash
So I surprised her as I always do. She never knows in advance what crazy toy I might suddenly produce. We got into bed and I pulled out the collar and leash. No reaction. That's pretty typical. She doesn't frown or flinch, doesn't often complain, just kind of looks over whatever new sex toy her crazy husband brought home this time.
I put the collar on her, ring in front, leashed it and pulled her head over to the side of the bed away from the headboard (where our feet go). Her immediate first reaction was she felt the collar was too uncomfortably wide and bugged her neck, but she seemed to get used to it.
I pushed my cock in her mouth and held the leash tight so she couldn't pull away until she gagged a little. That's what collars are for anyway, isn't it? Then I tied the leash to the bed frame so her head couldn't pull away, and as she got on her hands and knees, I cuffed her ankles in the handcuffs we have on the headboard.
And I began to spank her. As usual, I couldn't really get her ass reddened before she started to whine. When she whines I often wish I could just slap her harder, but that, alas, would probably be considered spousal abuse under the circumstances. Non-consensual in the real sense of the word, not the D/s sense. Then I shoved my fingers into her juicy wet cunt. I fucked her from behind on all fours, straddling her legs and forcing my cock up into her cunt, even though it was a bit tough with her legs together the way they were. I had to spread her knees and I think it was uncomfortable for her. (Though she would never say if it was)
After I slammed her from behind for a few minutes, I uncuffed her ankles, untied her collar and took it off her. I turned the collar around so the ring was in the back. We moved her head to the headboard, and I tied the leash to the bed frame near the headboard, on a very short leash so she couldn't raise her head up. Then I cuffed her hands over her head. I love that position, there is something so sexy about a woman whose hands are cuffed above her head. don't get me wrong, I like a four poster tie-up too with all four limbs, but that over the head thing is just really sexy.
And then, of course, I pushed my way in as she lay on her back and started fucking her hard. I worked up a good sweat by pounding her for at least ten minutes, then decided to take the cuffs and collar off. She has had trouble coming while restrained these last few days for some reason. Once I freed her, though she came for me fairly quickly, and since I was ready, I pumped my load up inside her at the same time.
Overall we had another one of our wonderful nights, but the collar and leash probably won't be a regular part of my repertoire with lizard. First, it was somewhat uncomfortable for her. Then there is the problem that there's just not that many uses we could get out of it. I can't have her crawling around the house in her leash, after all. She deoesn't go in for that sort of thing.
Monday, November 14, 2011
D/s and Christianity
This is not the post you are thinking. I have recently been reading some posts where blog authors compared D/s and the need for it (from either side) to being homosexual. As in its born into you.
I'm not sure it was born into me. If it was I didn't realize until recently. As I was sitting in church this Sunday, I began to make a different connection. The need I see in some fellow church goers is very similar to the need I feel to Dominate. You believe in something you can't feel or see or know about because it doesn't have a body. You just know it's right. Some people raise their hands and rock back and forth in church. I don't. In fact, when they talk about the personal relationship with Jesus, which is a big tenet of our church, I feel nothing. He's invisible and perhaps even imaginary. I'm an agnostic, you might say, although more accurately I'm a believer in god, I just can't define god. It's not a person with me, though, it's more of a force.
But then I see the passion ignited in others when they talk about Jesus. He is the focus of their lives. They judge everything they do by asking whether it glorifies Jesus, whether they are following his Word. They hang onto every syllable of the Bible to learn how to live better lives. I am not critical of this passion. It is simply an observation. I feel none of it, however, for Christ.
When I think about Domination and submission, though, there is a certain passion for it and naturalness to it that makes me feel like it belongs to me, and I to it. The same way many Christians feel that Jesus is their best friend.
This even though I have had little chance to develop skills as a Master. But there is a part of me that longs to take control of another. I had never heard of D/s though I knew about BDSM until two years ago. I was searching something (??), I can't remember exactly what, when I came upon a blog which enthralled and ensared me. I waited pateiently for the author to put up new posts. I began to read others. When I first read about D/s almost two years ago, it was like a thunderbolt, it was like an arrow shot through my heart, it was like...being born again!
The blog where I first learned about D/s was very unrealistic. In fact, the author even posted an image of himself as Christ with a woman, presumably Mary Magdalene, at his feet. He drew some criticism for likening himself to Jesus Christ.
He was totally into micromanaging every little step of his submissive's life in a way that even to my green eye seemed unsustainable, and apparently was. He would make her walk two steps behind him, always to his right, he would make her go through a very elaborate ritual every night before bed, I just remember he had so many requirements that I was sure of two things. First, that I couldn't sustain what he had going. Second, that I would love something similar, though on my own terms. Without all the micromanagement.
For me what was significant was the concept that people really do live this way and not just dream about it. Maybe like some poor native who learns about Christ and falls to the ground overwhelmed in a pile of emotions.
I'm not sure it was born into me. If it was I didn't realize until recently. As I was sitting in church this Sunday, I began to make a different connection. The need I see in some fellow church goers is very similar to the need I feel to Dominate. You believe in something you can't feel or see or know about because it doesn't have a body. You just know it's right. Some people raise their hands and rock back and forth in church. I don't. In fact, when they talk about the personal relationship with Jesus, which is a big tenet of our church, I feel nothing. He's invisible and perhaps even imaginary. I'm an agnostic, you might say, although more accurately I'm a believer in god, I just can't define god. It's not a person with me, though, it's more of a force.
But then I see the passion ignited in others when they talk about Jesus. He is the focus of their lives. They judge everything they do by asking whether it glorifies Jesus, whether they are following his Word. They hang onto every syllable of the Bible to learn how to live better lives. I am not critical of this passion. It is simply an observation. I feel none of it, however, for Christ.
When I think about Domination and submission, though, there is a certain passion for it and naturalness to it that makes me feel like it belongs to me, and I to it. The same way many Christians feel that Jesus is their best friend.
This even though I have had little chance to develop skills as a Master. But there is a part of me that longs to take control of another. I had never heard of D/s though I knew about BDSM until two years ago. I was searching something (??), I can't remember exactly what, when I came upon a blog which enthralled and ensared me. I waited pateiently for the author to put up new posts. I began to read others. When I first read about D/s almost two years ago, it was like a thunderbolt, it was like an arrow shot through my heart, it was like...being born again!
The blog where I first learned about D/s was very unrealistic. In fact, the author even posted an image of himself as Christ with a woman, presumably Mary Magdalene, at his feet. He drew some criticism for likening himself to Jesus Christ.
He was totally into micromanaging every little step of his submissive's life in a way that even to my green eye seemed unsustainable, and apparently was. He would make her walk two steps behind him, always to his right, he would make her go through a very elaborate ritual every night before bed, I just remember he had so many requirements that I was sure of two things. First, that I couldn't sustain what he had going. Second, that I would love something similar, though on my own terms. Without all the micromanagement.
For me what was significant was the concept that people really do live this way and not just dream about it. Maybe like some poor native who learns about Christ and falls to the ground overwhelmed in a pile of emotions.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Submissives versus Submission
I had a sudden realization this morning.
It started when I came back into our bedroom after breakfast. lizard always sleeps in, and after I ate I went back to our room and was feeling horny, so I laid down behind her and started poking my hard cock between her legs. She woke up to my cock pushing up against her pussy.
I rolled her onto her back and pushed in hard, then fucked away at her as she lay there half asleep. I cam pretty quickly, because I wanted to. Then we kissed for a while, I thanked her for being such a good girl, and I got up and went about my business.
She did not complain. That would be enough for most men, wouldn't it? But that's another topic altogether.
I realized after I got in the shower, my wife will submit, but she is absolutely not submissive. When I use submissive I mean you guys, the bloggers, the ones who crave and need to submit to someone. The treasured. The few.
lizard will never complain unless I actually try to inflict pain on her. I can understand that. If pain has no pleasure, why would you allow someone to hurt you? ? It's almost like torture at that point. But she does have want our marriage to work, so to that end she will do a lot of what I ask, as long as it doesn't hurt her.
I told her to wear her collar last night. When I asked her if she liked it, she told me frankly, "no, I just wear it because you like it." Well. Doesn't mean much then, does it?
Fortunately, when I talk to her tonight and tell her i want to maintain the fantasy that I am the Master in the bedroom, she will understand, and she will act like a good submissive, but I know it's just an act. I have read the same thing on the blogs of several others who have a similar situation--a spouse who is simply not at the same level, and I sympathize with and appreciate them very much , because we are like brothers and sisters in this struggle. You guys know who you are.
There is a huge difference between pleasing your spouse because you think it will make the marriage better and that's an important goal in your life, and craving submission and domination, craving the feeling of having someone master you, needing it so badly that you feel like you'll fall apart without it.
I am not sad about this. I did consider giving up my blog at one point because I know the more I read about others, the more it increases my desire to have the same, and so I'd probably be better off simply going away, but I don't want to.
I'll just have to live with my bedroom fantasy domination (do I have to change my blog name again??--A Bedroom Fantasy Dom???), and get my voyeuristic thrills reading about your exploits.
So blog on! And happy 11/11/11 Day!
It started when I came back into our bedroom after breakfast. lizard always sleeps in, and after I ate I went back to our room and was feeling horny, so I laid down behind her and started poking my hard cock between her legs. She woke up to my cock pushing up against her pussy.
I rolled her onto her back and pushed in hard, then fucked away at her as she lay there half asleep. I cam pretty quickly, because I wanted to. Then we kissed for a while, I thanked her for being such a good girl, and I got up and went about my business.
She did not complain. That would be enough for most men, wouldn't it? But that's another topic altogether.
I realized after I got in the shower, my wife will submit, but she is absolutely not submissive. When I use submissive I mean you guys, the bloggers, the ones who crave and need to submit to someone. The treasured. The few.
lizard will never complain unless I actually try to inflict pain on her. I can understand that. If pain has no pleasure, why would you allow someone to hurt you? ? It's almost like torture at that point. But she does have want our marriage to work, so to that end she will do a lot of what I ask, as long as it doesn't hurt her.
I told her to wear her collar last night. When I asked her if she liked it, she told me frankly, "no, I just wear it because you like it." Well. Doesn't mean much then, does it?
Fortunately, when I talk to her tonight and tell her i want to maintain the fantasy that I am the Master in the bedroom, she will understand, and she will act like a good submissive, but I know it's just an act. I have read the same thing on the blogs of several others who have a similar situation--a spouse who is simply not at the same level, and I sympathize with and appreciate them very much , because we are like brothers and sisters in this struggle. You guys know who you are.
There is a huge difference between pleasing your spouse because you think it will make the marriage better and that's an important goal in your life, and craving submission and domination, craving the feeling of having someone master you, needing it so badly that you feel like you'll fall apart without it.
I am not sad about this. I did consider giving up my blog at one point because I know the more I read about others, the more it increases my desire to have the same, and so I'd probably be better off simply going away, but I don't want to.
I'll just have to live with my bedroom fantasy domination (do I have to change my blog name again??--A Bedroom Fantasy Dom???), and get my voyeuristic thrills reading about your exploits.
So blog on! And happy 11/11/11 Day!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Do Doms Flirt?
I notice on lot of submissive websites many subs are very flirtatious. A friend recently told me he did not think Doms were flirtatious. I know, despite the fact I am married, I have left flirtatious comments for several subs. I also make it clear on my blog I am dedicated to my lizard and not interested in any type of online relationship, but I wonder what others think.
Do Doms flirt?
Do Doms flirt?
A New Blog Title
I am changing my blog title, but I'll still be around. Please look for A Bedroom Dom in the future.
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