The Dungeon

Holy shit! The Dungeon...

It was our second time to visit and again I was left in awe. Our first time had been in the parlor room, which was a rather small room that lacked on equipment quantity. Basically it had a spanking bench and ceiling restraint. The room was lovely and was actually perfect for our first visit. Sir and I were still building trust and had not done much "playing." Much of our first Dungeon visit was spent with aftercare. Sir always wanted to make sure I was okay and felt safe. (He is such a wonderful Dom.)

We are much further into our D/s relationship and I have progressed rather far. (Though I guess that's really rather for Sir to confirm.) So, on this Dungeon visit we reserved the grand hall. The room, at 1,000 square feet with 25 foot ceilings, is much larger than the parlor. Not only is there more room to play, but there is much more equipment...a St. Andrew's cross, spanking bench, barber chair, suspension cage with electric hoist, another suspension apparatus with electric hoist and a floor cage. There was also a stock, but neither of us seemed particularly inclined to try that little gem out.

From the moment we got there it was amazing! We were actually greeted by the Head Mistress, who was quite lovely. After showing us around and bringing us a few items that Sir requested, he proudly showed her his new rose flogger. I couldn't help but quietly giggle over Sir's excitement.

This dungeon session was much different than our previous visit. Aftercare only was needed at the very end. I was eager to continue on playing, which was evident from my smile that became increasingly difficult to conceal. I cannot say that I had one favorite thing. They each equally held different benefits that were all wonderful. And do not knock being in a cage until it happens to you and you are gazed upon with eyes filled with admiration and adoration.

If I had to use one word for my experience: Freeing...

I only see you.

The planet earth is 26,000 miles around, at the equator, and inhabited by over 6 billion souls. Yet, I find that when I am with My Good Girl, the entire world shrinks to the few feet of space that we are sharing. The entire world disappears and all I see is her. No matter the situation. Could be a walk, watching a movie or while flogging her, does not matter. The rest of the world ceases to exist for me and this entire world consist of only her. I love My Good Girl, so when I say she is the world to me, I truly mean it. She is the entire world to me.

Happy 2012

Had to start out year with a laugh. Happy New Year!

All Sides of Me

Tomorrow I get to see Sir. It's been two weeks and it feels like a month. I'm having mixed emotions about seeing him. There's the loving, tender side of me that is just looking forward to being in his arms once again. There's the animalistic side of me that is looking forward to devouring him. There's the submissive side of me that is looking forward to surrendering to him. I'm thinking that a little bit of each part of me will show up tomorrow, which should make it interesting.

On my last blog entry I called out Sir about his lack of follow through with promised spankings. He says that tomorrow they will be delivered. I had worked up quite the count (part of them due to my sassy blog entry.) I have since earned another set. I am not scared of Sir. I know he will never hurt me. I trust him implicitly. However, I am a little nervous about the quantity. But Sir says that he knows how to administer them so that there will be no real pain, only sweet, desired pain.

But today, we are out of communication temporarily while he gets his new phone. So, I will have to deal with these feelings by myself until I get to see him tomorrow and let all my sides and feelings take over. And that ain't an easy thing!

Being perfect, doesn't mean perfection

I love you baby. I love My Good Girl. I love my sub. Anyone reading this blog knows that I love her and will always love her.

Recently the issue of could My Good Girl continue to be my sub, if she continues to make mistakes came up. Making mistakes is a common, if not, essential part of being a sub. Mistakes our the most basic ways that humans learn.

Any Dom, with any common sense, knows his sub will make mistakes and will make then on a regular basis.

My Good Girl needs to know that you are a perfect sub. You are so because you choose to submit, you choose to be Dominated and you try so hard to please me. That is why you are perfect.

When you make mistakes, it's my job to correct you, teach you properly and guide you in the right direction. Failure to learn from your mistakes is my fault.  My fault for not guiding you properly.

Lately, you have needed me to be more assertive and that you can count on happening.  I love you baby and I am so sorry for using mean language with you. It too will never happen again. A good Dom should not need such language.

I love My Good Girl, we are still learning and growing and I  will never give up on us. Count on it!

Release Me From The Chains that Bind Me

Sweet Stinging Rosiness

Yes, I'm still Sir's Good Girl, a submissive, even when there is distance between Sir and myself, but it's not the same.

I long to be close to him and to feel his firm hand bringing that sweet, stinging rosiness to my cheeks. I find myself being sassy when we talk on the phone, in the hopes of building up spankings that will hopefully be delivered the next time we are together.

Sir keeps promising that spankings will be delivered, but I have my doubts. Often times, when we are together, he has missed me so much that he is only tender and loving and the Dom side doesn't come out too much. Not that I'm complaining about the tender, loving side, but I am also Sir's Good Girl and I need my Dom. I'm sure he needs is submissive as well.

So, I will continue to be sassy and see if Sir is all talk or not.

That's right Sir, I'm waiting...