Coitus interruptus

We were in bed having a put Him to sleep quickie when, just as one was about to cum, the hip (which is a misnomer; it's actually either the tensor facia latae or an internal oblique abdominal muscle causing no end of grief at the moment) produced the most god awful pain...

For the record there is some pain that this body can't process into something enjoyable; that muscle going into a spasm is one of them

It completely killed the orgasm.

As one was levered off Him... yeah, it was an assisted dismount... one small slave quipped that He owed an orgasm and it could just come off the transportation debt

No, He replied. I gave you an orgasm. It's not my fault you couldn't hold onto it

Lovely to look at,

Tempting to hold,

If you should break it,

Consider it sold

Sighs who knew that completely unenforceable rule applied down the hole :(

Did you know?

After reading yesterday's blog post He spent... oh quarter of an hour... happily proving that sperm is beneficial. Apparently it is good for morning sickness (only if it is the sperm of the foetuses father... long involved story), improves the skin (is used in some salons in their treatments... yeah, no), helps with depression and is a rich source of nutrients (seems that 128 rules guy was right after all).

Of course the really fascinating bit of trivia about sperm came from His sister, in one of her fly by visits. It seems that researchers have been experimenting to see what smells attract sperm. All this science is in the aid of improving fertility. And what smell makes sperm line up and row for gold you may be wondering?

Lily of the Valley. Yes folks, it seems grandma was right after all. The flower, which graced every woman's (of a certain age) dressing table and wardrobe, makes the little buggers sit up and take notice. Now all they have to do is work out how to use this bit of knowledge...

Sighs no good is going to come of this

Early one morning

The alarm went off and before one could say mmmntffgh! He pounced. Fingers probed places before one was awake enough to coordinate a defence and then His hard on got into the act...

A smallish, though curvaceous, arse has no defences against such an assault

Then, before there was time to raise a formal protest, one was spun and impaled. Arms wrapped around one's body and He thrust upwards, forcing lips apart and plunging into tight, reluctant flesh. Again and again one was skewered in this manner until He came...

And one was released to get up and make breakfast...

Discarded like a human fleshlight

Wails this was all before coffee!!!

It's not a bloody power exchange

As some of you know it has been mentioned on this blog how much one hates the term power exchange. It's like a lot of BDSM terminology, borrowed from other things and woefully non descriptive when it is slapped on a human relationship. On the scale of things it's more annoying than the term lifestyle and not quite as bad as submissive being used as a noun, but we are not going there again... at least not this time :D

In yesterday's blog one mused on how this relationship is service orientated, something it never set out to be. But it's not just service that makes up the foundation of this relationship. It's also control based as well. Unless other people have to ask for permission to do things like pee and wander off in the pursuit of happiness shoes.

Our relationship feels quite normal until you start scratching around. So many things are internalised that one doesn't think about them. Everyone gets their hair cut in the way their partner likes and only buys clothes that will please them and totters around in high heels 'cos He prefers them... right? It's not until someone starts waffling on using terms like power exchange that it comes to light.

The brain sort of has this moment where it goes what exchange? There was no exchange as one was frog marched, by the collar, away from the quilt one was contemplating to take care of His sexual needs. Apart from a few token buts (which were taken completely the wrong way) one is overwhelmingly grateful that He doesn't just remove the quilting altogether. It's like the gym. The underwritten proviso is if it interferes with His needs too much, it will be revoked.

You can hardly call any of that an exchange. Well you can, but it's not how others seem to use the word. There seems to be this idea that in exchange for that submission the other gets this dominance bestowed upon them. It's all so bloody civilised and doesn't look anything like what goes on around here.

Unless there is some opt out clause that no one has mentioned...

That's it isn't it?

There is one...

Sighs OK where's it hidden?

The failure of self regulatory bodies

Slipping into the cave to see why He had not emerged one found him in bed playing possum. Of course parts of Him were up, as one found when running a hand across his body. In fact it aggressively thrust itself into one's hand...

Bad penis!

Yes, He agreed smugly. It needs to be punished and confined in a small, dark place.

Sighs one can't help but feel that suggestion was more funishment than punishment

Payment

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