Thank you, BDSM

I’ve occasionally talked about my vanilla days, but I haven’t really talked about my wife’s vanilla days.

If you’re reading this blog, you probably think my wife is some insatiable sex-goddess who can pound my ass for hours, then beat me, then have me satisfy her, then beat me some more, then have me satisfy her some more, wash, rinse, repeat. And, frankly, that’s kinda true. I remember during our first session involving the 5 Ps. She’d had sex with me, pissed on me, bathed me, then collared me for the first time, fucked me in my ass for the first time after forcing me to fellate her cock, then forced me to go down on her while she was still wearing the strap-on, then rode me while I was in shackles until I came, then forced me to eat my own cream-pie. Laying there, physically exhausted in her arms, I sighed as she held me. Then she turned to me and said, “I’m ready for the next round.” I groaned. Never before in our 12 years of marriage had she ever hit my limits. I begged for ten minutes to rest. An erection was a remote mountaintop, unreachable without a long journey — and I wanted a nap before I attempted it.

She grabbed my cock, squeezing it, causing me to writhe, and said, “If you don’t give it up, I will take it. Do you understand?” My cock started to harden, because being taken by my Mistress is hot.

But that’s not the wife I was used to…

Some things…

…you still have to do yourself.

I like reading Tom Allen’s blog, and one of the things he does is pop pictures of himself up (I try to steer clear of the ones with the nudity, just because I tend to read blogs at work during downtime, and I’m positive a naked Tom Allen on my desktop will lead to a discussion with some of my superiors. Sorry Tom, I’m sure you’re gorgeous.) A couple times he’s mentioned how toned up he’s getting — and it reminded me of how toned I’m not.

Now, I’ve mentioned before how my wife has filmed us having sex a couple times, and once committed one of my peggings to film. And the thing is, you never realize how badly thirty and working all day and eating out all of the time hits you until you’re looking at your ass getting reddened or your gut as you get pegged. (She held the camera to the side, so she got the penetration footage, and boy, my thick middle was very apparent. At least to me. But then again, I’ve got ridiculous body image issues.) And it got me thinking about what my expectations are as a submissive, and what my new needs are as a rabidly sexual person…