Additional Rules and Training for My slave.

Slave has requested more training from Master. He is happy to oblige.
Spanking:
A formal weekly scheduled spanking session even if slave has done everything right, slave must present herself to Master for a spanking because it pleases Master. Slave must thank Master afterwards for caring so much that you wish to correct slave.
Master will be introducing a flogger to slave to work on slave’s pain threshold.

Formality:
As you know I do enjoy hearing you call me Master and Sir. I think it's time that you refer to me as such while we are alone in the house together.

Service:
Every weekend, slave must make coffee for Master for when he wakes up unless slave is unwell or sleeps longer than Master.

Behavioral:
Master will work on long term behaviors that he and slave have identified and wish to change in slave

Orgasm Control:
Slave has once again given complete control of her orgasms to Master. I am to decide if and when slave may cum.

Etiquette:
Whenever slave gets something, she must ask Master if he wants anything.
If slave feels the need, slave may request to have a day dedicated to her.

A question...well a series of them at least!

We talk a lot. I like to think of myself as a good communicator. Maybe, maybe not. But one of my favorite subjects is myself. Surprise! LOL! I guess my view of myself can be a bit different than what others see. If only they could see the inside of me, what I am really thinking, they would run off screaming in fear and horror!
There are of course things that we do not see in ourselves that others do. The Greeks called it the tragic flaw, basing tragic plays on a persons inability to see the flaw that becomes their downfall. So getting that melodramatic point out, I was actually floored by knottygirl's rather innocuous statement about myself that until she mentioned it, I never really knew that about myself and our relationship.
What she said was that I was the nurturer and she wasn't.
...hmmmm...
Never did I think about that, never did I see it in me. But it's true. So it it's been a day now, and I find myself asking the question: Can a Nurturer be a Master?
I'm not one to go with labels but this is more of an exercise for my mental agility. Would a nurturer be more of a submissive role in a relationship? Can I be both? Or must one take a backseat to the other?

Almost accomplished it!

Well our anniversary went well. She really appreciated my posting about treating the event as a vanilla day. We were- Husband and Wife until....

We finally visited the De Young museum in GG Park. It was evening and as well. We tried to find our way through the maze that they call modern design, the empty galleries, the quiet hushed tones, the works of art, that just seemed to bring the eroticism out of her.
Soon the kisses became longer, more passionate, and instinctively, she offered me her wrists, behind her back, for me to lock down, hold, and guide her through the exhibits. Gone was the happy, equal couple looking at art, in its place was the Master and slave looking for the next deserted quiet corner where they could play.

It actually was a little more difficult than I had thought, trying to spend the day together as a vanilla couple! There were a few times where I had to censor myself before speaking to her, pull myself back into husband mode, not Master mode. She too missed her Master and within the white halls with noisy hardwood, she welcomed her Master to consume her yet again, to take her and possess her being!
We almost made it a whole day, but the Master came out to take control as the sun went down!

The fine blend of vanilla and kink

Our wedding anniversary is coming up. That's our wedding, not our "collaring" anniversary. So it's normally during these times where I have to be a little careful with distinguishing between a vanilla celebration that jst doesn't go too well with our kink lifestyle.
Things have been progressing very well lately. Knottygirl refers to me almost exclusively as Master and I to her as slave. The big scary pervert that she thought her Master was turned out to be a, well a big pervert, but the scariness, wasn't quite what she had imagined. I think a lot of her acceptance in her has been because of the attention I pay her now. She has always been quite submissive, but I have always tried to treat her as an equal partner both in and out of the bedroom. Outside the bedroom we are more or less equal, aside from the occasional order, spank or overruling I may give. Now, the hunger and passion has returned to both of us, and I know that she is enjoying this ride.
So does this make her a slave and me a Master? Well to me it does! And I guess that's what really matters.
But on our wedding anniversary, we once again become husband and wife. Two people, two partners, two best friends that surprisingly have been able to share a life for a longer time than any of their friends thought they would.
It is one of those few days, where slave has asked in the past to let her share the day with her husband and not her Master. It's important to her, and until she says otherwise, hubby will be showing her a nice romantic fun time!

What is his real name? To you he is Master.

You call out to him from the other room.
He doesn't answer.
You know he can hear you, yet he doesn't answer.
You get up and go into the room, ask again.
He looks at you but doesn't respond.
You sigh.
You ask again, this time you call him Master.
He answers your question.
Little by little, your life as you knew it,
before he sucked you into this lifestyle is disappearing.
When was the last time you called him by his real name?
What is his real name?
To you he is Master.
And the crazy thing is, as each day goes by,
it's easier and easier to call him that.
In your words, in your writing, in your thoughts.
The sadistic bastard, he's always a few steps ahead of you,
pushing and pulling you deeper into the abyss.
What was once dark and cold from the outside looking in
now is warm, sexy and comforting.
Why was I ever afraid of this to begin with?
How did he know I would take to this?
How does he know what to do to me?
What to push in me?
What to prod in me?
What not to do TO me?
He is Master. I am slave.
I accept that, deeper by the day.

A perk from the Halloween Season...

You can buy costumes!!!! slave got her French Maid outfit along with a naughty school girl and I promptly had her doff the "uniform" and put all the groceries away. She enjoyed herself, the uniform was comfortable and it drove her Master wild! After the groceries were put away I marched her into the bedroom, bent her over the bed and promptly diddled the maid to a sticky giant orgasm! Yummy!
Then I dismissed my maid to clean herself up while I bathed in the afterglow of emptied balls!
"Oui, Monsieur!"

Oh, la la!

The checklist is coming!

A few weeks ago, I assigned slave a rather large task. After a giant blow out and subdrop, she fully committed to me as my slave. We are taking this slowly which I feel is very healthy so her task was to read up on other slave blogs and get a better idea of the lifestyle, issues that others have had and what certain things she might be interested in pursuing. I have been working on a checklist for us, a listing of a lot of subjects and issues in BDSM for both of us to go over.
The idea is that each of us makes a notation for each item on the list, Y,P,N.
Yes
Possibly
No
These marks key both of us in in what are wants and needs are. She has not been exposed to kink as much as I have so we will be discussing a lot of items on the list. Her task these last weeks has been to read up and get familiar with as much as she can, because I will be a grumpy Master if I have to explain every other line item on the list to her!
Once the lists are done, this will give me a better idea on making our scenes that much more enjoyable for both of us. Communication in all forms combined helps far more than asking, "Do you like this?"
"Ummm, yeah."
"How about this now?"
"Ummm, feels weird."
"Ok, how about this?"
"Ouch! No No No. Onion!!!!"

In sickness and in health

Being married to my slave and her being my wife far longer than my slave, we can fall back into so many different roles. Granted this isn't a TPE exchange yet, but the idea that a Master has to be this big old badass all the time is well, laughable for me. It just seem to fit in with reality. For me, I'm far more interested in showing more dimensions than just one.

Knottygirl has been sick, with a cold and that's when I get to nurture her. Now one could view this as role reversal, however we don't. I may be waiting on her, but to us, I'm taking care of my property. Helping to get her better. She views this the same way. In some ways the power dynamic is the same, she's dependent upon me for certain things now. I certainly am forceful in what she should be doing. So I'm still the one in power only it's different from whips and chains. Here it's more doctor role based.

What is interesting is that she feels guilty that she cannot perform for me, that her mind is very willing, and in this state, locked away in bed, dependent upon me to take care of her, she gets frustrated that her body cannot do what she wishes she could do for her Master. (BTW, she did take her temperature with my cock the other night, we just had to check to see if she was running a fever!)

So big badass Master has a tender side to him, but just remember, there's more than one way to be dominant!

New Task

Friday we played, it wasn't rough, but slave accomplished her new task/responsibility with grace and aplomb. There were a few times, where she went over my nail with her fingers, and I could read it on her face as she tried to imagine the nail running through her pussy, trying to decide if it was smooth enough, then taking no chances, she continued smoothing it down! I wonder if any one else out there tasks their slave, to do some pampering to their well deserving Master?

New Jewellery

Well finally some new nipple jewellery for Knottygirl! It's been over a year and we finally changed out the bars for some half shields. We tried a few different types and she felt that these looked the best and were the most comfortable.

They are little half-shields that dangle from her when she's in position, hands and knees, oh so charmingly while I spank her!

The collar we picked up from Folsom St. Faire last year!

A new responsibility for her

Ok, so far I'm not the big bad Master, with whips and chains, knife/edge play, bloodsporting, heavy leather, Gorean signals and positions, and other bad-ass scary MASTER techniques that make my slave a quivering lump of submissive flesh, afraid for her very soul if she so much as makes a move out of place. What I have come to enjoy is a more pampering type of task for my slave rather than demanding her to kneel between my legs, wearing noting but a leather g-string/chastity belt and 6 inch patent leather high heels, with my cock in her mouth 6 hours a day.

As we go along discovering each other's limits and desires in this relationship, I've found that training works especially well when I turn something that she wants/likes to do into a responsibility/task that she now has to do. So truth be told, giving me the leather flogger, the full leather Master suit, the St. Andrew's cross, the knife and surgical tools, the needles for needle play, and all the other hardcore toys would probably overwhelm me, and I wouldn't know really what the hell I was doing and probably cause more harm than good! Hell a nice firm hand swung directly to her backside seems good enough for both of us currently...........!!

So I find that what I wish of her now more than the gear, the physical ability, and the standard tools, is the training of her mind, the conditioning of her will, the ability to make her think more and more about Serving her Master. Train the mind and the body will follow.

So something like her daily mantra, puts her mind into reinforcing thoughts and feelings she should have about her Master and about herself. You can find her mantra here. So a new responsibility that I have assigned her is that she is now in charge of taking care of my nails. Fingernails at first, feet later.

So I get a pampering from my slave, who now kneels on the floor in front of me, takes my hands and gives me a full manicure. In her actions, she is totally focused on me, her Master, and she now lovingly, adoringly and carefully cuts, cleans, soaks, buffs and files my nails.
She in turn has always in the past, when we were Vanilla, complained about my claws that are toes, and the occasional hangnail/sharp nail that would scratch her sensitive pussy as I fingered her to orgasm. Now if she gets scratched, she only has her own self to blame! So her "punishment" for not fulfilling her responsibility will be the infliction of my sharp nails scratching and cutting her pink pussy flesh, as I roughly finger her wet slit.

She has only herself to blame now!!! Devious? Perhaps!

...it was at that very moment when I knew and she knew...

In scene.
Thrusting into her.
Her legs wrapped around mine.
Chanting her mantra, over and over.
"Don't stop chanting," I huskily whispered into her ear.
She continued.
Finally, I had enough of her voice. I stuck my thumb onto her lips.
She knew what to do, and sucked it into her moist mouth greedily.
Still thrusting into her.
I pulled my thumb out.
"Take it, slave!" I growled.
Then it happened.
"Take it, (her name)!"
She whispered, "What?"
I said it louder, repeating her proper name.
She heard that.
Her eyes snapped open. There was a look on her face.
The look said, "Who the fuck is...ooohhh yeahhhhhh."
Scene broken.
I opened my mouth and called her the thing she least expected at that very moment. That moment when she was slave...
...it was at that very moment when I knew and she knew...
that the evening was over. The mood was shot. I apologized. Reminded that I was still a rookie at this. We had a good laugh afterwards, our hot bodies intertwined. I guess I learned that lesson!
End scene.

“I was bad Master,” she said.

“Oh?”

“I had an ice cream.” She confessed.

“Without asking for permission?” I growled.

“Yes, Master.”

“You know what this means…”

“What does it mean, Master?’ she asked.

“Punishment.”

Resigned to her fate, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

When we got home, I slipped into my leather pants and shirt, ordered her into the living room, naked from undressing out of her work clothes. “Grab a pillow and place it on the floor in front of me.” I said.

She did.

“Kneel between my legs, slave.”

She did. Her nakedness a stark contrast to my cold leather clothes. Where ever the material touched her skin, goosebumps rose. I had her repeat what she had told me. How she was bad.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked. She nodded.

“What was that?” I prompted.

“Yes Master.” She quickly replied.

I motioned for her to lay over my lap, her ass raised before me, awaiting my strokes.

“How many strokes do you deserve as punishment?” I asked her. If she chose the number, she would only have herself to blame.

She gave the number. It was low, but a good starting point.

Fidgeting over my lap, my dick already hard, she tried to anticipate my strokes. When they finally came crashing down on her ass, she yelped. It was a little harder than she was used to. That’s why it’s called a punishment, slave!

All was now forgiven. I ordered her into our bedroom and proceeded to take my pleasure from her. She wound up quite enjoying that part of the evening!

Knottygirl has a new blog. It’s just getting started, but a few of you have offered some advise to her from time to time, so if you check it out, it’s knotty-girl.blogspot.com

Pierced Nipples the real scoop

Ok here's the real scoop, depending on a variety of differences between people, some heal faster than others. Knottygirl was instructed to get hers pierced last year over labor day, we are a little more than a month away from the one year anniversary of that event and she still has her starter bars in. Each time we've tried to replace them, with something new, it turned out her piercings were not quite ready yet to be changed out.
Now she does have large lovely nipples, and they have always been sensitive, so there is quite a lot of meat that needed to heal up fully, but a year? Sheesh! Luckily there have been no infections, just slow healing time and many a times where her nipples were so sore that my touch was too much for her to handle.
So to people wondering about having it done, just realize that changing out jewelery a week after you get them pierced is not realistic. 9 months was the initial estimate from our piercer when she had hers done, it's now going on 11. We love them, but the bars can get quite boring and she and I are both keen to change them out for some new shiny fun!
At the start of the month we're off to have them checked again, and hopefully it will be time!

Mantras

I have instituted a mantra for my Knottygirl. She recites it often at my prodding. I was looking into other ways to reinforce our relationship as being married for so many years, we have many roles together: husband/wife, lovers, best friends, partners, confidants, Master/slave.
I decided that a daily mantra might be interesting and we could see the effect of repeating this mantra over and over again as time moves on.
I involved her in the process by allowing her to help form the mantra, I wrote down some lines that I wanted her to chant and she was allowed to give her opinion over the lines, taking a few out, adding some, etc. Yeah, not quite Masterly, but my approach is slow and inclusive. Rather than forcing her down the road as my property, we are traveling it together, discovering ourselves and drawing us closer together. Plus, if she has a hand in creating the mantra, she's more likely to remember it!
At first, she humored me, reciting the lines, forgetting some of them, like a 9 year old saying lines during a play: think "Four score and seven years ago...", in her little girl voice.
That lasted about a week. It quickly changed to a sultry earnest voice, as she saw how I reacted to the mantra when she took it seriously.
Lately she has been saying it without my prodding. I think she likes the effect that it has on me. Meanwhile each time she chants this, a little more of her believes it!

P.S. It's rather easy for her to believe her mantra, as it's all true! Basically it's all about love and trust. Chanting something positive, that you both believe in is having a very nice effect!

Expanding

Since starting the collar collection, our interest in jewellery has expanded. Now Knottygirl has three collars, two neclaces, two slave bracelets and four slave anklets. Top that off with the several outfits we've collected and our poor toy chest just cannot fit everything! Not to mention my order of rope that's in transit!
So this weekend we're off to investigate some more "storage" devices for all our toys and stuff. Looks like a jewellery box, a clothing chest, a bondage chest, and a sex toy chest. It's a shame our bedroom is so small as it is, cause we could deote a whole wardrobe to this!

Me plus 1!

So today slave and I cast a dildo of my cock. It was a valiant first attempt! It actually turned out kinda decent. I decided that today we would do it, informed her and sent to scurrying to gather that materials that she would need for her role in this two person production. She was to be the mixer and setter, basically she would mix the casting material and pour it in the casting tube within 60 seconds before it started to harden.

The whole thing became a pressure built production of me barking orders and not relaxing and having fun. Yeah my job got streefull enough as I coated my cock and balls with vaseline and started the process of pumping my cock into a raging erection. Several softies later, I had a shoe lace tied around my cock as I methodically stroked him to keep him hard. When it was ready, and the plaster was poured in I thrust into the tube and had slave kiss me sensuously and call me Master. To my dismay the material didn't fill the tube all the way, leaving two inches of space and two inches of uncast wonderfull Master cock wasted!

After two minutes I disengaged my lips from my slave and then tried to pull out of the cast. For a moment the tube wouldn't release, the vacum suction imprisoning my member while I started to panic! Then with a pop, my cock slid out of the wet hard gunk, grateful for release and promptly softening to a glistening oiled shrimp!

After mixing the dildo grade silcone, pouring it in the cast and waiting for it to set, I know have a twin! Albeit a two inch shorter twin since the last two inches weren't cast! A well, just an excuse to have more fun with it the next time!

Right now it's "curing" in the guest bathroom vanity cabinet. Hopefully none of my guests go snooping around in there, or else they will meet the better half of me!!!

Past a year!

Well a lot has happened over the past year. Just a quick update, grad school is going well, our bills are all paid off, so mortgage, loan and utilities are all we have to pay and that has taken a hug amount of stress off us, and we have been moving forward with D/s.

We spoke with each other and both agree that we are enjoying the new dynamic of our relationship. I think we have a little different idea as to what to call it. I don't quite think we are 24/7 Master/collared slave, as there is wiggle room for her to "time out" of the situation. I'm sure she is under the impression that we are, and that the so called "wiggle room" is just me not being "dom-ly" enough and holding firm on my convictions.

But despite, our two levels of what a collared slave is, we are patiently working towards an ideal. What that is, in my mind, is a little more concrete than what is in hers. But hey, she's the slave and shouldn't know all the twists and turns in the road ahead, now should she?

Some of the self-censoring on my part is to try and slowly build up the ideas and visualizations of what my turn ons are, that I have been exposed to for quite sometime, while she has never even known that that was viable, or that people did those things. It's more that throwing her into the hard-core deep end of BDSM will freak her out and close her up more than slowly guiding her towards the freak that is me!

One of the best mantras to chant is "patience" and it's true. I'm not trying to turn her into my perfect idea of a slave overnight, I'm not in that much of a hurry, after all we have the rest of our lives together!

This year will be another advancement of her slavery to me. We will grow together. Now that I have been unleashed, there's no putting me back to vanilla land! To be fair, she has been enjoying all of this as well. Communication has always been good. She is enjoying the spice in our intimacy, and enjoys all the attention she is getting from me!