Wednesday, May 3, 2017

hand spankings and butt plug

I have given Gregory many hand spankings by now.  I love spanking him, and I love doing it with my hand. I generally like to touch his butt, but spanking his butt is one of my favorite things to do. It´s such a personal and emotional thing. I feel close to him while spanking him, and I love that during these spankings he lets me do with him pretty much whatever I want to ;-) 

A little while ago I gave him one of those hand spankings, but then I completely changed my modus operandi. I told him to get up and show me his butt plugs. He was quite surprised by my request, but did as I told him. He presented all the toys he owns and I chose one and told him to insert it into his pretty butt.

He looked at me a bit stunned and asked: "Now?"

And I only smiled at him and said: "Yes, now.  I wanna watch you inserting it and I wanna watch you wearing it."

I could actually see his face turning red. He could not hide his embarassment. And for some reason the fact that he had to insert it himself made it mentally even more challenging for him. It is one thing to use a butt plug in the privacy of your home and alone. But letting me watch was obviously a bit difficult for him.

He did as he was told though and I enjoyed his show. I was on the bed, fully relaxed, while he was presenting himelf to me completely naked, with an ass still red from the spanking,  and butt pluged.

It was so much fun for me, but I could tell that it was quite difficult for him. I will never forget the sign of relieve on his face when I finally allowed him to take it out again.

I asked him yesterday: "can we do something like this again? I know you did not like it too much at the time."

And his reply was:"Sure. It was good. Embarassing butt good ;-) ".

Sunday, April 30, 2017

public displays of affection, kisses, and outsourcing of severe canings

Things between Gregory and me are getting more and more serious. Serious in a very good way. I met his family, he met my family, both of our families "approve" of the partner, we spent some time together in a different country and Gregory and I also had some professional success together.
We see each other quite regulary,  and talk/text daily. Things are good in my life :-)

I love touching Gregory. Always and everywhere. I think he is still a bit uncomfortable with my public displays of affection, but he is getting more and more used to it. As soon as he is within my reach, I usually reach over and touch him. I just want to feel him and feel connected with him. I have explored and touched his whole body many times, and I love his pretty body. Touching this man is something that never ceases to bring me happiness and pleasure.

And something wonderful has happened: Gregory somehow found a way to teach me the joy of kissing. In the past I had a reputation for not kissing at all. When a man wanted to kiss me, I always declined. I thought it just does not do anything for me. I was convinced that kissing is just not my thing. But now, with Gregory, I am the one who is constantly initiating deep and wonderful kisses. Kissing him is just amazing :-)

"Fur sissy" wote a very interesting post a little while ago. Titled: "My Thoughts on D/s and Depression". You can find the link HERE. He wrote among else: "D/s is my sanctuary because it carves new tablets for me to focus on.  Her (the woman´s) happiness is what matters.  her will is what matters.  These newly carved words bury the old and silence their ache.  When my depression kicks up, the demons are barely an annoyance.  I don't care what they have to say because she (the woman) is all that matters.  D/s is my anti-depressant.  It is my source of meaning.  It is what saves my soul."

I commented on his post and said: 
"Fur, Your posts recently trigger some difficult stuff in me. 
From my perspective it feels like the job is too difficult for the dominant woman. I tend to be one of these persons who give and give and give in order to get love and to be "seen". And in my relationships I had often situations where the submissive man was depressed and looked for me for directions. I always jumped into it. He was completely focused on me. I enjoy being the helper, the rescuer, but there often comes a point when I realize: I dont get enough back. There is no reciprocity between what I give and what I receive back. And I hate these moments. I feel like a fool, I feel needy and unloved.
The power you give the woman (or dream of giving the woman) scares me. It is impossible for any human being to save another person. I know what I am talking about, I have tried that sooooo many times....And from my point of view, the ideal that you are describing sets the woman up for failure. I mean, what are the chances of her getting through to you that you actually ARE loved and valued?"

Lady Grey read my comment and gave some helpful advise:
Tina - Do you feel that you are a naturally dominant woman? If not, I can easily see why you feel as though being in that role is just too hard. At least 90% of the responsibility for the success of a Femdom relationship lies in the hands of the female. There is just no getting around this. If one is naturally dominant, it's much, much easier to accept and deal with this responsibility. If you are not naturally dominant, it's virtually impossible to stand such "pressure" for long periods of time. I think it's important to examine one's self in light of this difference. 
How would you classify yourself? How would you classify your sub? If you are a natural dominant (and I think that you feel that you are), it will be very hard to take on all that responsibility with a sub who is not naturally submissive. You will not get the feedback you need and deserve for your efforts if you're dealing with a person without your commitment to the dynamic. That would inevitably lead to frustration and/or depression on your part. As you say "...there often comes a point when I realize I don't get enough back. There is no reciprocity between what I give and what I receive back." So it becomes very important that you also examine the nature of the submissive with whom you are dealing. Much of the problem may lie right there. Before you beat yourself up too much, take a close look at the basic nature of the person you're dealing with. It just might clarify things a bit. No one wants or needs to operate in a vacuum, and that certainly holds true for a Femdom.

I pondered Lady Grey´s words for a while now. Would have been very helpful for me to have heard these words years and years ago already;-)

Yes, I feel that I am a naturally dominant woman. I am also a woman who loves to care for and nurture her man. Already when I opened this blog in 2010 I wrote: "I am looking for a man who is independent in real life, someone who is willing and able to commit to our relationship. A man who does not expect me to be the ruthless dominatrix 24/7 but who is nevertheless accepting that I am in charge. If there is- in my oppinion- need for a punishment, the guy has to have the ability to come to terms with everything I administer. Spankings, corner time, writing lines, doing chores, early bed times, orgasmus denial, scolding, humiliating or any other punishment  might be in store for him. Someone who wants to get both my love and my correction."

Generally speaking: I want submission as a gift. I dont want the man to "play" anything for me. I am not into role play. I dont want submission out of pitty. And I dont wanna force a man into submission. I want him to want it. And I want him to submit to me freely and willingly.

I tried to find out where Gregory stands when it comes to dominance and submission. We had a heated conversation about it. He had found my blog, this in itself shows that we share some interests ;-) But:  In my opinion he is into different aspects of bdsm than I am.  

*I like to be called "ma `am" , he thinks that is silly. (Gregory, if you are reading this:  lol, I know it is silly. But still, it is hot for me ;-) )

*I want to have a female led relationship, he wants kink only once in a while.

*He sees caning as some form of art. In his eyes it is something that needs to be done with skill and knowledge and artistry. Me, I dont care at all about any art aspect in it. For me it is all about the mental element. This is one of the reasons why punishment lines work so well for me too. Gregory however is mostly interested in the pain. 

I had caned a guy before and it went well. I tried to cane Gregory once or twice or maybe even three times, but it was not something that neither one of us enjoyed too much. I am just not skilled enough in it for him. And once he started to teach me how to cane him, I became all defensive and shut down emotionally. This led to him feeling that it is "unsafe" for him to let me cane him. Gregory telling me that he feels "unsafe" with me made feel sad, which led to him feeling like he cannot share his feelings with me... and in the end it was all a big emotional mess.

And the caning situation stressed me. I told him: "Gregory, if you really want and need a severe and properly executed caning, feel free to go and see a professional dominatrix. I dont want to prevent you from having your needs met. You deserve to get what you want. I know I did not deliver and I dont want to be in your way."

For a while it seemed to me like we are getting turned on by completely different things. I was pretty much at loss on how to proceed and what to do.  

Both Gregory and I could feel however that our relationship is worth fighting for.
That´s why we focused on the vanilla aspects of our relationship for a while. We both felt like: "let´s not rock the boat" for a while. I think that was a smart thing to do. By focusing on the vanilla aspects we were able to get to know each other better. We were able to build up even more trust. We were able to understand each other even more.

I saw Gregory just a few days ago. We spent a very good time together. We both enjoyed our time together immensly. We love each other and being together with him makes me happy.  

Life is good!

Friday, March 17, 2017

Gregory and the big take away

In December 2010 I wrote a post that adresses a topic that is still very much on my mind. It is still very much what I think:

Over the holidays I have been reading many blogs on domestic discipline. Very interesting stuff... And one big question came to my mind:
How is it possible to get over my self-doubts?
Or in other words: Is it possible to be in a dd relationship and still have self-doubts?
To me, it looks as being a dominant woman in a domestic discipline relationship calls for the woman to be free of any fear that the man could actually end the relationship. Somehow these women on other F/m blogs seem to be able to believe that the men will stay in the relationship, even if the demands of the women are really hard to accept for the men.
I am in love with my man. Therefore I don`t want him to end the relationship. And no, he has not done/said/made/anything to give me reason to believe he wants to break up. And neither did I.
I am only discussing a theoretical question, that most likely has its source in my childhood.
Both Lady Grey and Ms Marie have written about "the big take away". Banning the man for good from the one thing he loves the most. (Hunting, soccer, business, you name it...) And the response from the men involved and from the readers of the blogs has generally been overwheming good. There is no doubt, that it is hot to read about it. The fantasy is amazing.
But me, in reality, I think I would not have the guts to resort to such intense and drastic means. "The big take away" is not some game. It is not something to turn the man on. It is not meant to give him pleasure. It is hard on him. He will hate it. He will not be pleased.
And the idea that the man will be pissed off... and pissed off with me...somehow throws me off balance.
Add to these points the fact that the men we are taking about are usually real alpha males, surrounded by beautiful women who are only waiting to please them, only waiting to start a relationship with them....
I am just not sure if I would dare to tell the man I love to chose between me and the thing he loves the most...

Well, my dear readers, I can report that Gregory had the honor of experiencing the feeling of having a huge thing taken away. And he did not like it at all. And neither did I. I am writing this post in order to process my feelings. It still makes me cringe to think at that day.

It all started completely harmless. He was in Germany to visit me. It was his first trip to Germany ever and he wanted to dive into the german culture and the german way of living.

We drove to the big city, about 3 hours from where I live. Gregory did the driving, while I relaxed and enjoyed his presence. The deal was that he would drive to the city and I would drive back, so that he could drink some alcohol and enjoy himself in the city. Me, I never drink. It just does not do anything for me. So in theory, it sounded like a good plan.

The moment where I fucked up was probably right in the beginning, by not telling him that it stresses me to drive through or out of that city. I prefer if he does that sort of driving. But I did not tell him explicitely "I want you to drive back also" because I sort of understood that he wants to have a drink or two in the big city. And I really wanted him to have a good time.

On the way to the city, Gregory was so cute, he enjoyed driving on the german Autobahn and he was having fun, I think. So he said to me: "Tina, you know what, I will drive back also."

And I was super relieved and said: "Really? that´s awesome. Yes, please do the driving back home too."

But when we were in the city, he had a few beers and I started to think: "Damn, if he is drinking now I need to do the driving home myself."

I did not adress it right away. I think I could/should have at least asked him: "Hey, arent you gonna drive back? "

On that day, there was an interesting soccer game on, and Gregory had told me all day that he wanted to watch that game in a sports bar. So we ended up in a nice place with a lot of tv´s and we were watching the game together.

At one point I told him: "kiss me" and he did, even though he is not much into making out in public;-)

It was all a bit chaotic in the sports bar, because the bar, as so many places in Germany still, did not accept credit cards, and neither Gregory nor I did bring much cash. For a little while he was depending on my cash. Which was a very unusual situation for him, because Gregory is one of the most generous men I know.

He had ordered a beer and when he wanted to order another one I asked him: "Are you still ok to drive?"
He said: yes.
I asked him again:  "Really? Are you really sure?"
He said: "yes, I am. If you dont believe me, you can do the driving."
And I said something along the line of: "I dont wanna do the driving. I just want to be sure that you are still ok to drive. How am I supposed to know whether you are still fit to drive or not."

In my private life, I have zero experience with alcohol and how much one can drink. That´s why I wanted to be reassured by him. I did not want to drive back myself. I wanted him to drive. 

His behavior triggered some fear in me. I felt helpless and out of control. He was the one who had suggested to drive back home too, and now he suddenly wanted me to drive again? I did not want him to have another beer because I was afraid that then he would not be fit to drive anymore.

He felt limited and controlled by my behavior and questions and so he said to me provocatively: "You know what,  let´s pay and go. Let´s go right away. Let´s go right in the middle of the soccer game that I have been wanting to see all day." He stood up and went to the bathroom.

And I, I stood up too, went to the counter and payed. He returned from the bathroom, saw that I had actually payed, and we left the sports bar in icy silence, while the other guests where jeering on his team.

We walked silently to the subway, took the subway to the parkingplace where our car was parked, argued a bit and then he drove back home. It was a terrible drive home. I had a bad feeling in my stomach. And I guess he was not feeling good either.

My behavior had triggered some fear in him too. He later told me that he had been thinking something along the line of: " If only I had cash with me, or if only they accepted my credit card, I would have stayed there and done what I wanted to do, and maybe taken a train back home or a cab or something. It is not ok for any woman to treat me like that. I am my own man. I dont limit her and she has no right to limit me either."

When we were in my town again, he made clear that he expects an apology from me. From his point of view I had intentionally and without any good reason limited him from some harmless and well deserved fun. It was his first time in Germany. The super interesting game was on. He had only wanted to do what thousands of german men had done on that day too. Watch the FULL game and have a beer while doing that. He thought I had completely abused my power. On that day, due to outer circumstances, he was depending on me. It was my car, my cash, my language that was spoken and we were in my country.

He was royally pissed at me.

And me, I felt royally hurt.
My goal was not to limit him in any way, sort or form. My goal was to get back home safely without having to do the driving. I felt unfairly accused. The whole mess only started because I WANTED him to have fun.

From my point of view: If at least I had bossed him around intentionally, if at least I had had fun being mean and making him suffer. But in reality I was trying to make sure both of our needs were met. And the result was that we both were pretty unhappy.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

my feelings

Gregory asked me a few days ago: "Do you wanna go to a concert with me on October 23rd?" 

I had not expected that question at all, October is far, far away, but my spontaneous answer was "Yes, sure. I `d love to go there with you." 

He replied: "Ok, I will get tickets"

This was pretty much the end of that conversation. Nothing spectacular, you might think. Why is she even writing about this, you might ask yourselves. *smile

But for me, the beauty of that conversation lies in the fact that he is making long-term plans with me. I just LOVE that fact! 

October is 8 months away, I usually do not plan 4 weeks ahed ;-)
I am very spontaneous and intuitive. I tend to follow my gut and I think I am able to adapt to new situations easily. And I am a bit of a free spirit. 

I am also a very loyal person though. When I was a kid, my father was not always there for me. He was distracted by women and drama in his life. I missed him and thought of him often, but only saw him seldom. It felt like I was not important enough. It felt like everything else is more urgent than spending time with me. 

At the end of my father´s life though, out of the 4 kids he had with 3 women, I was the only kid who had still contact with him, supported him and wished him well.
Taking care of people and being there for them comes very naturally for me. 

But being taken care of, and cherished, and seen as important by a man, that is still something unfamiliar for me. I guess it is not always easy for Gregory to deal with these facets of my personality. On the one hand I am dominant and tough and I know exactly what I want and how to do/get it. And on the other hand there is this  small, timid, little girl in me that is asking silently: "Really? you really care about ME? You really think I am important?"

For me it is important to not be a burden to somebody. I do have my wants and needs, but if I think these needs are a burden to the other person, I tend to withdraw myself immediately. To a degree it is very easy for me to open up emotionally. I can easily share my dreams, wishes, hopes, kinks, wants and needs etc with other people. 

But sometimes when I do that, and when the other person does not jump immediately into "Sure, I am going to fulfil your needs right away - mode", I tend to develop this attitude of "fuck you, I dont need you. Your rejection does not mean anything to me. Reject me as much as you want, I am able to do my own stuff anyway".

It´s a childish way of dealing with things, I know. But hey, this is just what I am sometimes doing. I am just being honest with you :-)

One of these situations happened a little while ago. I was staying at Gregory´s house, I was horny, I wanted this great man for myself, wanted to play with him, wanted to touch him, wanted to watch him, wanted to start a scene with him.

But he was busy or not in the mood for it, or my timing was bad, or whatever. The gist of it was: I wanted to do kinky things but it did not happen.

And all these feelings of being not good enough, not important enough,  got triggered in me. It felt like: The things I am offering to him are not good enough. I am not good enough.

I said to him: "You know what, let´s just end doing kink. Let´s just giving up the kink. Let´s just have a vanilla relationship."

He stayed calm though and replied: "Tina, don`t do this. Please don't throw the baby out with the bathwater." His calmness was very reassuring to me. It helped me to understand that old feelings got triggered, that I was feeling "old pain", that he was not rejecting me at all.

We went on with the day, and only a little while later I got a chance to spank his pretty butt. Which -of course- I very much liked to do. He has the most spankable butt you can imagine ;-)


Saturday, January 21, 2017

a very hot moment for me

Shortly after my arrival in the US, Gregory and I went to a Christmas party together. It was a very cool party. Great people, great food, a great atmosphere. I liked his friends and colleagues immediately and had a lot of fun there.

The wives and girlfriends of his colleagues were super interested in me. And we got along very well. The men were talking business and art and the women were talking "relationship stuff". It was one of the best parties I have been in a very long time.

Generally speaking: when Gregory goes to a party, he usually stays till the very end. Me, I tend to leave early. I usually "jump"right into very deep conversations with people and after a while I feel that the important aspects have been covered, and I am ready to go home.

I wanted Gregory to have fun, and I did not want to spoil anything for him, but I was still jet lagged and tired and after a while I was ready to go. I looked over to Gregory and the other guys, and I saw that they were laughing and drinking and having a good time.

I saw them and I thought: "well, this is gonna be difficult, to "make" him leave with me now." I was expecting some sort of "negotiation" with him. I was pretty sure that he wanted to stay longer at the party. And I felt that if he started to "negotiate" with me now, I did not have good arguments at all. He was having fun there, he deserved to have fun, I wanted him to have fun, Christmas is only once a year... but at the same time I wanted to go home.

Somewhat reluctantly  I said: "Gregory..."
He looked at me and asked: "You wanna go home?"
I only nodded.
And without hesitating for one second he said to the other guys: "I gotta go home now."
We said good bye to the other guests and were in the car on our way home within minutes.
He said to me smilingly: "I am sure the guys are confused now, lol. I have never left a party early like this."

I know, it seems like a small thing, but for me it was HUGE. I am not sure whether Gregory even knows, but his behaviour during this party was super hot for me. It was one of this moments of: "I LOVE this man!" I feel warmth and love flow through my body every time I just think at that moment. I was and still am blown away by his willingness to put my needs first.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

corner time for Gregory

Gregory and I finally have the house for ourselves. No family members around who might hear something we are doing. It feels wonderful to have the pretty boy all for myself!

Just recently I decided it is time for him to spend some time in a corner again. I had been pampering him a lot in the last weeks and I felt a need to make sure he understands he is not only the man I love deeply, but also my boy.

Since we started dating, Gregory has spent a lot of time in a corner for me. I just like watching him while he is standing there; and I like the fact that he does not like corner times too much. ;-)

For some reason though I had not sent him to a corner for quite a while. And it seems like the longer I wait to make him stand in a corner, the more time passes between two corner time punishments, the harder it gets for him to do it when I am finally telling him again: "Go, stand in the corner". I guess I have to help him a bit by sending him to a corner more often again. The sweet boy needs a firm hand sometimes :-)

He had to set up the laptop and the  "virtual corner website", and I told him to stand naked in the corner.  It was actually  pretty hot. I was in the same room with him, he was naked, I was completely dressed, and he had to follow the instructions of a virtual domme. I was relaxing on the bed and enjoying the "show".

In the beginning he was fidgeting a bit, but the virtual domme scolded him immediately for it and Gregory knew that the computer would add punishment minutes if he does not stand completely still.

After a while I got so turned on by the whole scene that I started masturbating. I used the vibrator that Gregory had given to me as a gift months ago. And the fun thing for me was: Gregory could hear what I was doing, but he could not really see it. He once moved his head, but my virtual co-domme did an awesome job in scolding him immediately and reminding him NOT to move or turn around.

So, while poor Gregory had to stand naked and motionless in the corner, I helped myself to a wonderful and fulfilling orgasm.

Life is good! 




Thursday, November 24, 2016

this might surprise you

For me, the submission of Gregory to me is a gift. A gift from him to me.
His submission turns me on, it makes me hot, it helps me to feel awesome. 
I am enjoying his submission immensely. It makes me feel alive and vibrant.

As with all gifts though, I dont have any influence on whether I will get it or not. Sometimes I do get what I want, sometimes I dont get it. 

Whether I will receive a gift or not is not something I have control over. When I decide that I want something, for example his time, his attention, his input, his obedience etc. and when I "force" the man to give it to me, it is not a gift anymore. 

I dont want to "force" Gregory  to do or not do something.
I dont want to put him under pressure in order to get something from him.
I want him to give it to me freely.
I want him to give it to me because he wants to make me happy.
I want him to push himself in order to make me happy.

If Gregory somehow signals me "I am not enjoying that and I dont want to do that", I am immediatley  stopping whatever it was I intended to do. And note. i am not speaking about consent or consent violation here. I am talking about things that are within his limits, but he is just not enjoying/wanting it on a kinky level.

I know, I know, this  probably sounds pretty soft and not very domme-y ;-)
Gregory said recently to me: "you cant`t be mean. It´s not in your nature."
I do think though that I can be as mean as every other human being. 
The only difference is: in my relationships and especially in a domestic discipline/kinky relationship I do not want to be mean. I want to shower him with love and I want to be showered with love too.

I love to tease the man, and challenge him, and make him feel uncomfortable, but only if he is generally enjoying what I am offering and only if he is agreeing to it.

It turns me on to have control over a man. I like orgasm control and it makes me hot to think that Gregory  cannot come at the moment because I told him to keep his hands off of his cock.I am willing to throw myself fully in the kink.  And if the guy is obedient, it touches my heart. It makes me feel empowered, excited and happy. The more he is suffering for me, the better it is ;-) And Gregory is suffering for me , I am pretty sure about that. He has not been allowed to come in days. :-)
But the suffering has to be a gift. If it is enforced or if the man feels obliged to do so, it loses value for me.

I´ll give you an example: In my life as a dominant woman, I have sent quite a few men to bed early. I have given them an early bed time and I have used my full dominant woman weapon arsenal to make sure that they go to bed NOW. But I have never used that with Gregory. For some reason I think it is not something he considers to be hot. I think it is just not his cup of tea. Which is fine, because there are many tea flavours out there, and him and I enjoy drinking diet coke together anyway ;-)
Sending a sub to bed early is hardly something that violates anybodies personal limits. It´s a pretty mild but still powerful punishment. I think it is well within my power to use it with Gregory. But in order to enforce it, I would need to "force" him.  I am pretty sure that he would accept an early bed time, if I put him under enough pressure.  But this is exactly something I dont wanna do. I want submission as a gift and not as a consequence of a threat or because somebody feels obliged to do something.

So, Gregory can stay up as late as he wants to, and I keep enjoying the wonderful gifts he is freely  giving to me. :-) Earlier today, when we skyped, he gave me one of these gifts. We had talked for quite some time, and he wanted to end the conversation. But then I wanted to share a story with him or kept talking. I could have "ordered" him to stay and listen, but i did not do that.  If he had wanted to go, he could have. He knew what I wanted, but it was his decision whether he would end the conversation or not. And then  I saw how he sat back in his chair again, in a relaxed, open pose, smiling at me and signalling me with his body language: "Baby, I am here. I am all yours. I am listening. I wanna hear what you are saying." That was a wonderful moment. A gift after my liking :-)




Saturday, November 12, 2016

I fucking adore you!

Gregory is good for me. He makes me feel loved, and cherished, and valued, and seen.
Over the last months my feelings for him have become even stronger and stronger.  He brings out the good in me. He allows me to bring to life facets of my personality that have been dormant for a very long time.

I know, I know, you all wanna hear the kinky stuff. On the surface there is not much kink going on between us. For some reason I was not able to make him write any lines for me ever again. I tried  a few approaches, none of which worked though. 

But on a deeper level he is the most submissive boyfriend you can think of. Whenever I have a question, request, demand, need... he is there for me. Always. He is literally available for me  24/7. If he is busy at work, he gets back to me asap.

The way he is treating me is very calming and reassuring for me. It allows me to feel safe. It allows me to take deep breaths and relax. It allows me to "not always be active and do and give". 

I am learning constantly from him. I am healing old wounds from my past. And I enjoy every moment I can spend with him.

He listens to me and my stories, he makes me laugh, he opens up to me emotionally and shares his life with me. He says he is not good with words, but he sends me the most beautiful text messages and says the most wonderful things to me.

I did shy away from any kinky activity with him recently, because I was so afraid he might not like it. I was afraid that I would do something that could somehow make him leave me. Not that he ever indicated anything like that. It was just something I feared. 

 I know what it feels like to lose a good guy. And Gregory is definitely a good man.  I did not want to experience that again. So I played a bit safe and did not do kink with him. But that was just a temporary thing. I was overwhelmed by the love I am feeling for him. I can't wait to get back on the kinky track with him. :-) 

He is, as always, accepting what I decide. 

I told him a few days ago: "Gregory, I fucking adore you!"

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

good times

Things between Gregory and me are good. Very good actually. 
Our relationship fine tuning is getting better and better. A dissonance once in a while is to be expected and something we can deal with.

So, what did we do?

I keep telling Gregory once in a while: "It´all your fault, lol. Keep in mind, if there is something not working out, you are the one to blame"
And he´s like: "Aha!" :-)

But in reality, if there is a problem in the relationship, I tend to ponder about MY responsibility and MY role in it. Not his. I am learning to give him the benefit of the doubt. Always. He deserves it. He is a good guy. I don`t remember one single moment when he intentionally tried to hurt me. He has opened his heart and home to me.

He is doing an awesome job in making me feel loved, cherished and valued. He makes me laugh. I admire him. He is reliable. He is supporting me in ways I had not experienced in my life before. And he is frigging hot. I am calling him "pretty boy" for a reason. I want to touch him constantly. When I spent time with him in the USA, I DID touch him constantly. And when I see him on Skype these days, I am longing for the moment to hold him in my arms again. :-) 

There is not much kink going on in our life these days. I tried to start a few kinky activities, but he did not have time or was not in the mood for it. I accepted it and did not "make" him submit to me. I guess I could have been more demanding and bossy, but the thing is: I don`t want to make his life harder. I could experience numerous times that he does indeed want to be obedient and good to me. He has proven it to me many many times. But when real life is on his mind and if I am in these situations forcing him to do kinky things for and with me, it does not relax him. It stresses him. And that´s not something I want. 

I am sure that things will be much more kink related again when I am actually living with him again. Long distance is challenging. And some things just cant be done "long distance".

I do have however found a way that always works for the two of us. Once in a while I insist that we spent some CFNM quality time in his bedroom. I tell him to strip and as soon as he is completely naked, he cannot "hide" his submissive side anymore. The sub in him is taking over in these situations. He is super cute in these moments.  He is emotionally open and pretty much completely unprotected. Completely focused on me. I LOVE these moments.

In sum:
there is one thing that makes me so happy these days:
Gregory loves me and  he allows me to love him with all my heart.
That´s pretty much all I ever wanted.