Hectic and living in a big city, the restful pampered schedule is welcome, and the sex is pretty powerful.Hectic and living in a big city, the restful pampered schedule is welcome, and the sex is pretty powerful. Overwhelming, but in a good way. Well, maybe "good" doesn't describe it. I don't feel like a good little girl anymore (small loss). Maybe fantastic is the correct word, because I am living out a fantasy. I could almost go for the life of a full-time "kept woman." Almost. But our slave/master relationship IS full-time, for now. We don't turn it on and off, and it gets a little tiresome sometimes, even though I asked for it to be real. He doesn't push it by making me scrub floors or do degrading things. What I'm trying to say is he doesn't use me for slave labor to do things he doesn't want to do. But I do have to cook almost all the meals and wash the dishes. He says that is my reminder of my (temporary) status. His turn will come, he says. When we were both on tight schedules in Chicago, we shared the household stuff 50/50, so I don't mind. We were a little ginger with sex right after I got pierced: Either me on top being careful or rear entry. It wasn't really neces- sary, but J thought it was, so we did. Being entered from the rear is a position we had previously almost never used since I found it relatively unsatisfying, but J has fixed that problem. First we tried it with me on all fours. He had taken foreplay to his usual extreme again, teasing me until I was a babbling nymphomaniacal bundle of uncongealed nerve endings. I felt like a dog in heat; on my hands and knees with my collar on, I even looked like one. |