It’s been ages since I’ve written anything here. That’s in large part due to being sucked into the vortex that is work, including an appeal and several other hair on fire matters. You know, the stuff that has to get done immediately, if not sooner. The stuff that piles onto an already full practice. The stuff that edges into your real life. The other part has been due to identifying those parts of real life I must prioritize and spend time developing. That has included contributing at home and putting aside time come hell or high water to spend with BB.
The second component had been necessary and rewarding, and I think unwittingly also an expression of submission. Prioritizing him and our relationship above other things whenever possible. We have spent time together like we haven’t in forever. And I have spent time performing acts of service at home that fall below my pay grade in the sense that they are low value economically but serve to show BB love in the way he understands it. I’m also trying to just be (somewhat) obedient by doing things if he asks me to do them, almost more so if I find the requested task tedious or annoying.
I’m not sure if it is the consequence of the foregoing or what precisely, but things have been so great lately. We talk more and laugh and generally enjoy each other’s company. He’s so affectionate and hugging me and kissing my forehead and telling me he loves me. And, most deliciously, I’ve been getting relatively enthusiastic reactions to requests for spankings and the like.
The other night, I told him I thought I needed a spanking and I handed him a wooden spoon from the kitchen. He told me that he preferred bamboo and picked up his long bamboo back scratcher. He then sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and motioned to his lap with the bamboo. I took my clothes off and lay down across his lap and he proceeded to administer a series of strikes on the back of my legs, my bum, and my back. He was slow and deliberate, periodically checking to see if I was wet. I was. He finally told me to get on all fours on the floor, which I did. I waited for something to happen and… Nothing. I peeked behind me and he was just observing me. It was simultaneously embarrassing and arousing. He finally came over and started hitting me again, harder this time. I kept making noises despite his admonition to keep quiet. He stuffed a sock in my mouth to quiet me and kept on hitting me. Eventually, he pulled the sock out and replaced it with his cock, choking me with it. He was hard fast and pulled out and returned to enter me doggy style. I was naughty and loud again, and the sock was quickly replaced in my mouth as he continued thrusting. Holy crap it was hot. Probably the best sex we’ve ever had. For both of us! He’s very obviously into this kink thing and becoming increasingly comfortable with aspects of it.
So, I guess the lesson for me in all of this is that patience remains a virtue that bears hot, sexy rewards, and that showing my love for BB in the language he understands (acts of service) gets the message across and results in him feeling loved and reciprocating the feeling.