What are your thoughts on pegging? Do you think you’ll ever try it with your Master?
The reason I’m asking is because I’m somewhat conflicted on the matter. You see I try to be open-minded about sex and kink. I have no problems with male-on-female anal sex or even male-on-male anal sex, but the thought of a woman taking a man up the ass is repulsive to me. I honestly don’t have a reason beyond “it’s just not something a woman should do to a man”. Call the backwards, irrational, intolerant or whatever you want, but it’s honestly how I feel. I remember in previous blog entries, you’ve mentioned that you’re uncomfortable with the idea of women in leadership positions and traditional male roles, so I’m wondering if your opinion towards pegging is similar to mine.
Well, it’s not something I would ever do with Master for one big reason: He isn’t the teeniest bit interested in it..lol
But, I also wouldn’t want to. I have no interest in DOING it either. It would repulse me to have to do it (especially to Master), but it doesn’t repulse me to know other people do it.
I don’t necessarily see it as a male/female “role” so much as I see it as a sexual kink, which doesn’t really have a gender assignment.
I mean, things do in my personal relationship. Our sexual roles are very much defined- by him.
That’s my pc answer.
My non-pc answer is this: If someone’s Master wanted a little anal play now and then, that’s cool in my book. A little prostate massage is hot. A finger, maybe a small plug, a bit of intimate and erotic pushing- I get it.
But you let your woman strap on a 9 inch cock and ream your ass while you scream like a girl and my opinion on your dominant status starts to wobble.
It’s completely wrong to say so and lots of people tend to jump on me for assigning dominance or submission to certain “acts” but there it is. Thats how I feel. ~nods~
Does your Master ever control your orgasms? And what is the most times you have cum in one day?
(I was told to tell you that my max is 30 (so far) – it was a task to tell you this – I truly am not a competitive cunt)
Yes and no. I’m a pretty easy orgasm-er (it is too a word) so “controlling” them is perhaps too strong of word. I simply have them. A lot.
He certainly knows how to move- or how not to move- to delay them or to bring on another one quicker than I would like. But even that has its limits. Sometimes I’m too close to stop, or I’m just not going to come no matter what he does. Fortunately that’s not the norm because that would suck donkey balls.
I multiple but not in the double digits (you lucky girl!). I’m good for 4, maybe 5, during a fuck. And we’ve never fucked 6 times in one day (that I can remember!) so I’m nowhere near 30. (Again. Lucky, lucky girl!)
Orgasms from vibrators are a completely different thing for me. I don’t usually have multiples that way so there isn’t a chance I’d get close to 30 that way either. My clit would fall off.
How do you find the motivation and the *time* to do all of your exercise? You said you had been going almost daily for something like 6-7 weeks now and that’s incredible. I fail to find that kind of strength most days, and I don’t even have kids and kids’ kids to manage like you do (just Master, job, and University)! Any advice *cough*kick in ass*cough* for someone who is struggling with weight-loss success? How do you find YOUR motivation?
I found the time by letting other things fall to the wayside. Let’s face it, there are only so many hours in a day. I’m fortunate in that, because Master makes my schedule and I don’t have work or school to dictate where I spend my time, he made the gym a priority.
The first thing that is always dropped whenever I’m pressed for time is the internet. Thats why I hardly ever reply to comments here or make timely replies to email (which bugs me to no end. It srsly does. Especially the comments,but thats another blog entry.). My internet time was already limited and I had to choose where to spend it. I used to sneak internet time (not sneak like sneak it behind his back or anything, but sneak it in between chores) in the early morning hours. Now, those hours are when I’m at the gym. All total, with driving time and workout time, I’m gone for 4 hours 3 or 4 days a week. That’s a huge chunk of time pulled away from other stuff.
So, I’m hardly on the internet anymore. I haven’t been to Fet in days. I’m not reading it, I’m not reading anything anywhere. I just don’t have the time.
Even with mostly cutting out the internet, I’m also falling behind on some of the household stuff. Though that has more to do with Babygirl than the gym. It’s a struggle to keep up with the laundry and the dishes and the floors- some of the other stuff tends to build up. As long as he has clean underoos and dinner, he’s willing to be (somewhat) lenient on the chores. He’s rearranged the priority list for the time being. The baby and the gym are way up high on the list, and as long as I’m not taking advantage of his goodwill and I’m still *trying* to get the housework done like he wants it done, he’s turning a blind eye to some of it.
Yesterday I took the day off from the gym AND from the baby and threw myself into catching up on some stuff that’d been sitting for awhile. I don’t like that I can’t do it all and sometimes I catch him looking around and I know that look on his face. I hate seeing that look. I know he’s evaluating and I’m coming up short. That’s a sucky feeling. So I took the one day that is my “easy workout day” at the gym and then I probably worked harder here than I would’ve at the gym anyway. I made umpteen million trips carrying books from a hope chest in the bedroom to the bookshelf downstairs. Then I carried the hope chest down there too. There’s a room down there that tends to become the catch-all for everything else I don’t know what to do with so I got that all cleared out and loaded up a car load of stuff to donate. That, and the regular housework took me all day. From about 6am to 6pm. Then I had to cook dinner (it totally would have been an ‘order pizza’ night in my pre-Master days. Ugh, I was so tired!)
The motivation to keep going when my legs feel like they’re going to fall off and my eyelids are drooping (or an argument on Fet is tempting me!) comes from being extremely appreciative of my situation here, of the gift that Master’s given me, and my being unwilling to risk losing it. I’m very lucky to be an at-home cunt and I know it. I could be having to do all this AND work 40 hours. I’m sure he has lots of times where he’s tired as hell and he still goes to work, every day. He does that for me, so I do this for him.