Just the facts, ma’am
You’ve mentioned kids. How do you have so much bdsm play without their knowledge??? and since this one is close to it - I agree with Anonymous, don’t the kids hear the impacts, toys, vocalization and etc? You guys must play like ninjas.
It’s funny that this question comes in when I’ve spent the last for-ever-how-long whining about not having enough playtime. The winter here has been particularly harsh and I think we’re all suffering from winter hibernation. The kids haven’t been going anywhere and it’s certainly affected our playtime.
But normally, the kids are healthy, active teenagers. They go places and do things and visit friends, and come summer break, they’ll zip on down the yellow brick road to Grandmother’s house for a few weeks. That’s when it will get *really* nasty around here. ;-)
And I can’t fucking wait either.
The noises for what we do manage to do? Our bedroom is in the basement. It’s not entirely soundproof (yet), but it’s certainly a lot more private and secluded than when we were on the main floor. The kids are generally on the second floor, that’s where their computer and video games are, so there’s a whole empty floor between us. Plus, we always crank up the stereo or tv when we play, and we don’t get ourselves into anything complicated or serious unless they are in bed or gone.
There is nothing lying around. We don’t have a cage set up in the bedroom, we don’t employ our kids in making floggers. They have found the occasional suspicious left-out item and they think we’re “kinky”, but they don’t think it’s odd or sick or anything like that.
Also, how do you handle summer clothes with Master’s marks on you? Or visits to the doctor?
I stay pretty well covered up, even in the summer. I’m not proud enough of my middle-age spread to be wearing skimpy summer clothes. But even at that, whatever bruising or welts that I do get are around the ass or tit area most of the time, and summer or not, I don’t have those parts hanging out. When there is the occasional mark elsewhere, I brush it off with some remark about being clumsy or whatever.
As for the doctor, I’ve said before that honesty with your doctor is the best policy. Doctors really have seen it all, and they do know what s&m and rough sex are. I guess I’m just not embarrassed or ashamed of what I do anymore.
Second question, is there a regular brand of lube you prefer? I am sick unto death of the here-then-gone drugstore stuff.
Master LOVES boy butter. Loves it. A lot. So do I. The taste isn’t awful, it’s easily cleaned up, it lasts a long time, it’s greasy without being oily. One tub lasts us several months and we use a LOT of lube. It’s just plain good stuff.
How do you not scream and run in fear whenever the toycloset opens? (I always feel like it…)
Um.. there is just nowhere to go. Seriously. The more difficult I make it, if I stammer and whimper and resist and whine, and piss him off? The worse it’s going to be. I’ve learned that it’s in my best interest to meekly submit to this first part of the process, the positioning, the restraining (if there is any), and quietly wait for that first blow. Cuz that’s always the worst for me, that first hit, the first rush of pain. Once I get that I can kind of settle into it. But once he’s gotten me where he wants me and has commenced the beating, I’m free to do all the reacting and hollering and struggling that I want. In fact, he likes that. If I try and ’take it like a man’ without showing just how much it hurts, he only ramps it up until I do anyway. But I like that. I like that a lot. I *need* to be allowed to fight the pain, even as I’m submitting to it. That just does “it” for me. It’s loverly.
There are times when I certainly DO feel like running and hiding. Mostly, I try and keep my eyes on the prize. When it’s all over, when the pain is done and the sobbing has stopped and He’s sated… then I’m happily floating in my endorphin-junkie high. That’s the prize. My fix.
What did you think of The Surrendered Wife? (I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for bookreviews.)
I’d like to tell you – but I haven’t read it yet. The problem with those kind of books is finding the time to read them. They aren’t the kind that I can curl up with on the couch after a long day, or leave lying on the back of the toilet. Unfortunately, these books are locked up with all the rest of the perverted stuff. Occasionally, I’ll get one out after we’ve gone to bed, but usually I’m asleep before I even lay down all the way.
I have read two others though. I read Domestic Discipline, and for someone just starting on the DD road, I’d recommend this book. For us it was pretty useless, though I really did enjoy reading all the information about spanking and such. There is definitely worthwhile information in the book. I also read another book, a collection of short spanking stories (In This House I think it was called), and again, if spanking and DD is your thing, it’s a fine book. It was WAY too mild for my tastes as far as being “erotic s&m” literature.
I am currently poking my way through Control. I think this book has potential for us. It seems like it’s going to delve into the mind control process and that’s certainly a hot button for us. I’ll let you know when I’ve finished it. And I promise to read The Surrendered Wife next!
More tomorrow! Thanks. :-)
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Wednesday March 5th, 2008 2:25pm
Thanks for the answers to these.
It’s interesting to hear about the dynamics at your house.
We do! Hehe.
Of course, mine knows we’re kinky and finds that to be fairly normal. (As in, he understands that we’re all different and all kinds of sexualities are okay) And, of course, toy making was a large source of our income for awhile so it’s sort of unavoidable that the kid would see some of it.
Better to use him as slave labor and keep it all seeming normal and healthy than to try to hide it at that point, yanno?
Think of all the clothespins you could paint with the help of little fingers!
:P
Omg…lol. I totally forgot you told me that. *snicker*
I tried once to get the kids to help me paint clothespins. I made up some lame story about making “pretty refrigerator magnets”, but meh, they weren’t interested. Lazy-butts.