Marks on Marks

A rambling post:

We had a wonderfully peaceful New Year’s Eve. In recent years, we’ve decided to forgo all of the excitement (and hassle) of going out and we’ve stayed home. This year was no exception, especially since my husband had to work the next day. We played with the clicker until he pushed me down onto my back with his foot and stood over me, spreading my knees apart with his legs. He instructed me to touch myself and make myself cum as he stood watching me, clicker in hand. He would click when I did something that he liked, a moan or a certain touch, and he would click when I was obviously really getting into it which increased the pleasure for me. The eye contact was also very intense, him standing over me stroking himself, his legs keeping mine from closing so he could see everything. I came with a crashing rolling orgasm that lasted much longer than usual. All I wanted to do afterwards was close my legs to hide myself and my sensitive nub, but he stopped me and watched me croon. He came soon after, and I had the perfect view from below of the lasso shaped spurt as it splashed down onto my chest.

Our real New Year’s celebration occurred on Saturday. We walked out to the creek on the edge of our property and he suspended me between two trees. Usually, our rope play is highly sexual with lots of dildos and vibrators and orgasms. This play was more about pushing ourselves in our practice. I wanted to see how far I could push myself physically, how long I could safely stay in a suspended position. He, of course was practicing his technical skills. And, it was a success! It was an appropriately difficult scene, and hopefully we will be able to repeat it and improve upon it to get a nice shot for Sinful Sunday this weekend.

After we got cleaned up and rested, we dressed up in some fancy clothes and went out for dinner and cocktails at a nice restaurant downtown. I wore a sleeveless dress and my fading rope marks with pride. Going out to eat and having creative drinks is one of our favorite things to do, and we always have such a wonderful time. My husband ordered a drink where the liquor was encased in an ice ball and the server broke it open with a little hammer at the table. We had elk meatballs covered in cheese and baked in tomato sauce, spicy sautéed calamari, and scallops and pork belly with barley in a butternut squash purée that was so rich and creamy.

It seems that whenever we trek down the mountain out into the world with other humans, we are once again reminded of one of the many reasons we chose to commit to a D/s lifestyle. We will often observe other couples just being nasty to each other, and this night was no exception. The couple eating next to us barely looked at each other the entire meal, they didn’t seem to enjoy themselves at all, and they left abruptly after their meal, surprising their server who thought he’d done something wrong. I know I shouldn’t judge, and it’s important to remember that those people might be having the worst day of their lives. Even during our worst moments, I hope that we are able to look each other in the eyes, that the protocols we’ve put in place and the things we continue to discuss will keep us on the right track and in the right mindset.

We got home and continued our celebrating with a highly intense impact scene. My husband used the flogger, splashing a small galaxy of purple stars on the outside of each hip. He stroked me with the cane, placing perfectly spaced stripes across my left cheek. He pushed my limits with the paddle, drawing a rose shaped bloom of purple and red on my right. He then took me down on the floor, splayed on my back hands above my head, and fiercely ground me into the carpet. I was lost in subby floaty land and didn’t realize that my back was rubbed pretty hard. I usually ask him to lay a blanket down if we’re going to be on the carpet because it is disgusting. We have two dogs and even though I shampoo the carpet a few times a year and vacuum a couple of times a week, it’s still just gross and I don’t want my face touching it. We weren’t too concerned about it this particular night, and unfortunately my skin paid the price.

I woke up the next day with a massive breakout of large red pimples across my shoulder blades. It was quite ugly, almost perfectly symmetrical, and a little painful. I just wanted to look in the mirror and admire the marks on my butt and relish the soreness there, but unfortunately I’d been marked in more ways that one. My husband carefully applied pimple patches all across my shoulders, telling me I was not to remove them without him present. For anyone who ever gets a pimple, these patches work amazingly well. If it’s just a little one, a patch can alleviate it in one day, so they’re great if you have an event coming up and something ugly pops up on your face. Bigger pimples still take a few days, but it lessens the severity by miles. I think my husband enjoyed removing the patches the next day a little too much, but it was clear that the break out had improved greatly. He rubbed some micellar water across my shoulders, his cooling touch felt sweet and tender. I still have some remnants of red bumps back there today, so we will have to be more careful next time we decide to get a little wild.

Even with the extra marks, I’ve so enjoyed peeking at the color blossoming on my backside this week and have felt an overwhelming sense of pride in the slight soreness when I sit down. If this is the start to our new year, I’m happy to say it looks like it’s going to be a good one!

2018 was a really great year for us! Here are all the wonderful things that happened:

1. We went to Ireland with my mom and sisters and survived the March blizzard.
2. My husband saw his top 5 favorite bands perform live.
3. We traveled to Richmond, VA for his birthday.
4. We traveled to Atlanta numerous times for various fun with family and friends.
5. We got a new roof put on our house.
6. We discovered a new love for Shibari and Kinbaku rope bondage.
7. My best friend took me to see Taylor Swift in concert.
8. We traveled to Iceland and witnessed the marriage of my husband’s little sister where we saw volcanoes, waterfalls, icebergs, seals, and I rode a horse for the first time.
9. We committed to a full time D/s relationship signing our contract on October 1st.
10. I took my dog to the lake for an amazing weekend with my four best childhood girlfriends.
11. I lost 15 pounds with my husband’s help, and plan to lose 15 more in the first quarter of this year.
12. I started my blog and have discovered overwhelming support and inspiration from like-minded people all over the world.