130. Growing our Joy Box. XXX-mas in April.

We are growing our collection of toys and other adult oriented accouterments.  Similar to last year’s XXX-mas in July, we just went on a shopping spree.   Although we just ordered the stuff and it is still March, they won’t arrive until April. 

BIGGER JOYBOX REQUIRES MORE TOYS!
Mike bought a large armoire to store our adult playthings.  We put it at the back of our walk in closet, far from where kids or guests would venture.  Plus, it locks!   It easily stored all our existing toys.  Murphy’s Law says your sex toys must expand to the space you allocate for them.  Thus, we had no choice.  We had to buy more.  Um, well, maybe that’s not Murphy’s Law, but it’s Jenny’s!  

I shared in an earlier post that we bought Kayla a large locking chest as a “welcome” gift that is used to store some toys she picked out for herself.   Well, now she has our old chest plus that first one, and we have our new armoire to fill.

We refer to the armoire and the chests not as our Toy Box, but as our Joy Box!

note – prior to our DD lifestyle, we didn’t own any toys.  Oh how that has changed!

THE BUDGET
Mike really splurged and set a $1,500 budget!  The way it worked is each of us (Mike, me, and Kayla) would create our own lists.  There was an “A” list where we could identify $400 in stuff we wanted.  We then each had a “B” list identifying another $300 in spending.  I know that is $700 each, but we wouldn’t necessarily get everything on our “B” list.  That would be up to group discussion.  That’s a lot of stuff!   Mike wanted to make this an “event” versus just slowly adding to our fun.  

THE SHOPPING
Mike had each of us do our own searches and develop our own shopping lists. And not only were we to include the price, but also the website we found them on.  In addition, we had to write the reason why we were interested in the item and whether they were for use on ourselves, others, or to be used by all three of us.   

We then sat down and shared our lists.   If there were duplicates or triplicates on our “A” list, one person had to leave it on their list and the other(s) got to remove it.  If you removed an item from your “A” list you could then move up an item from your “B” list to keep your “A” list budget of $300.   Following?   Yeah, a little confusing, but it worked well.  Once all three “A” lists were complete, we had $1,200 of the $1,500 spent and we all still had stuff on our “B” lists.  

Mike then said that either Kayla or me would get all the remaining $300 to spend.  Who would get that money would depend on the outcome of a contest!  

THE CONTEST
It was a spanking contest, but Mike was not the spanker.  I would spank Kayla and she would spank me, and whomever called “red” first would be the loser.    We would start with a round of one swat, then a round of two consecutive swats, then three, etc.  It really tested exactly how badly we wanted what was on our list.

Kayla and I saw this as a fun competition and both playfully taunted the other that they would give up first.  The swats started and they were all extremely hard.  Kayla was putting all she had into each swat of my behind, and I too was not holding back on her. After just the first round where we each just got one swat, I knew this contest was not likely to go many rounds.   At the end of round 4, I couldn’t answer the bell for round 5.  I caved first.  

My excuse was that it was less about not being able to tolerate the pain and more about the fact the pain surpassed the desire to get what was on my list.  I already have a lot toys, I don’t need my butt beat to earn a few more.  

THE FINAL LIST
$1,540.  Okay, a little over budget but Mike approved.  If you are interested, most of the stuff came from either Tabu Toys or Extreme Restraints.    Yes, unlike our XXX-Mas in July list, which was heavily slanted towards spanking implements, this list had a bit more BDSM slant. Okay, maybe more than a bit. 

Here’s what we got from the list of each person:

JENNY’S LIST
Cock ring, penis pump, cupping system, pinwheel, and violet wand.

We have a cock ring and we love it, and I wanted another.  It’s amazing how they can make a hard on a metal rod hard on.  As for the pump, it was more a curiosity and gives something for me and for Kayla to use on him, to the extent he allows it.  I’ve always wanted a pinwheel as the sensations should be wonderful.   The cupping system is part of my love of breast and nipple stimulation (stimulation as in “pain”, but the nice kind of pain).  And the system works on the vagina or clit, which should be interesting.  I really got it for the breasts and a little apprehensive about the other, but you have to experiment!  

The item I am most excited about is the violet wand.  It is expensive but I hope is worth it.  

KAYLA’S LIST
Faux leather zip up dress, open cup bustier, chrome collar/bracelets/ankle shackles, single choker, locking wrist/ankle spreader bar, bed restraints, 2 sets of anal beads, and flogger.

Her list was definitely the BDSM list.  The outfits were no surprise and I can’t wait to see her in them.  The matching chrome “jewelry” will be fun while the spreader bar was a surprise to me, but a pleasant one.  She has always admitted she likes being restrained and that contraption is very restraining.  While a newbie to anal sex, she has become fond of anal play and thus wanted some beads.   The sweetest thing was the choker.  It is something she wants to wear in public.  It is subtle enough that vanilla folks might think it was suggestive, but more than likely wouldn’t even give it a second thought.  Anyone into kink would know what it represented.  

Oh, and I want to mention that Kayla will look so good in those outfits.  Not that she needed to, but Kayla has lost ten pounds since moving in with us. She wanted to become more fit and basically just started eating healthier and adding some light exercising.  She wanted to look as good as she feels.   To me her positive feelings were already making her look more beautiful than ever, and now her physique matches those improved feelings.  Self-confidence is a great aphrodisiac and her self-confidence about her insides and her outsides is off the charts.      

MIKE’S LIST
O-ring gag, gag with nipple clamps, pleasure tape, rope, snap hooks, gels, strap on, cleansing system.

Yep, also a BDSM slant to it!  He really likes using the gags on us and will now have two new gags at his disposal.  The pleasure tape and rope means more restraints.  The big eye opener to me was the strap on and the cleansing system, both of which he said were not for him but for me and Kayla.

Mike said he wants to have me and Kayla use the strap-on on each other.  I don’t have any qualms about it, but it just surprised me as he hadn’t expressed an interest in that before.   I asked him about that and he said that he never really thought of it but when he came across it online he immediately thought, “yes, I want to see that in use.”

As for the cleansing system, he felt it would make the hygiene process easier and more thorough, while at the same time he could explore enema’s as punishment.   This was not a surprise as he had voiced this before.  Remember, we share our dreams and desires, especially the naughty ones.  Unlike the wand, this is one item I am not looking forward to.  Therefore, it means I also look forward to it.  Such is the dichotomy of being a submissive.

It will be a fun Spring and Summer!

Next: 131. An Argument

 

 

129. Submissive ramble : Vulnerability. Respect or Love?

In re-reading this post, it is a bit of mess.  I repeat myself a bit and ramble a bit.  I just wasn’t satisfied I was articulating what I wanted, but, I tired of editing and rewriting it and figured that any repetition or rambling was simply a testament to how much I love and appreciate Mike, so much so that sometimes I had to say it twice, or, struggled to find words to bound my thoughts.  Hard to do when your love and appreciation is boundless!

SECRET SAUCE?
I’ve had several discussions with Mike lately about how he is feeling as a Dom and asked him to reflect on our journey from his perspective.   I was prompted to ask him this as I realized I have sort of taken him for granted throughout this journey.   From the beginning this lifestyle was something I wanted and basically expected him to follow.    The discussions with Mike served to further my commitment to this lifestyle and for all the great things that it does for me and for Mike.  In fact, for me, Mike’s feedback helped cement what the “secret sauce” is that brings fulfillment to a Dominant/Submissive relationship.  And amazingly, that sauce is available for everyone, even those not inclined to go the route of Domestic Discipline. 

VULNERABILITY.
The secret sauce is simply, vulnerability.  Although I dedicated an entire post to the value of vulnerability, (Post 67. An Esoteric Ramble), I still didn’t fully extol its’ virtues.   Vulnerability is the essence of why a life of submission has been so rewarding for me, and a life as a Dominant so rewarding for Mike.   Yes, vulnerability has rewarded him as well.  

In talking with John, Donna, and Kayla, they all agreed that vulnerability is where it’s at.  And YOU can have it with our without Domestic Discipline.

Simply be the total and complete authentic YOU.  Share your passing thoughts, naughty or nice, share your dreams, desires, fears, loves, likes, and dislikes.  Share EVERYTHING about your body.   Allow someone to see, inspect, and critique any and everything about you.  Opening up so thoroughly and completely leaves you extremely vulnerable.   It’s super scary, and takes a lot of guts, but is so rewarding.   As I said in Post 67, if you are with someone who you deem unworthy of your vulnerability, then perhaps that aren’t worthy of you.

VULNERABILITY OF A DOM?
What I realized in talking to Mike is that he too has had to make himself vulnerable.  I mentioned before he is typically a pretty passive guy – easy-going.  Having to articulate his desires and having to risk being thought of in a negative way, by me or by Kayla, is also super scary and takes a lot of guts, but is so rewarding.

I think most people assume that the level of vulnerability required for the sub is significantly greater than what is required of the Dom.  I am not so sure.  In part it depends on the general personality pre-D/s.   In my case I was the more domineering and Mike was more submissive.  Not in the kink sense, but in that I tended to assert my wishes and get my way while Mike tended to be more accommodating and would often defer to me.    While it may appear I had the greater challenge, remember that I was the one who asked that we give this lifestyle a try.  I went into it eagerly and with gusto.  Mike was basically just being Mike and accommodating my wishes.   So his journey as a Dom was challenging for him.

Let me state that this is not a competition. It serves no value to try to tabulate the merits of the journey a sub takes in relation to what a Dom takes and declare a vulnerability “winner.” My point is to simply illustrate that it has been a transition for Mike and that it required him to be vulnerable.  Clearly, not in a “time to be inspected/ time to clean / time to be spanked / time to serve / time to submit sexually” way.   But, demanding things of others does expose someone to being ridiculed or disliked because of their demands.   Especially when those demands have to do with sex.  

Mike said he did find it hard to exert his wishes.  At first he stuck pretty close to the letter of the things I prescribed in the contract, then slowly branched out and used more discretion in decided what he wanted or what he would do.  Then along came Kayla. He said Kayla was wanting so much more from him and while he enjoyed (and enjoys) being the Dom she sought, it wasn’t easy.   I wrote that during her immersion there were times I worried that Mike was going too far.   Well, he had the same doubts. He said it would really hurt if he was told he went too far, and exposing all his wants, from day-to-day things to the more prurient interests, left him with a sense of vulnerability.  

Mike says he has grown to love the role of the Dom and it shows.  He is bolder and more authoritarian.   His orders, expectations, and punishments come more quickly and firmly than before.    He doesn’t hesitate to tell me (or Kayla) what he wants from us (the non sexual stuff). And he doesn’t hesitate to tell us what he wants sexually.   And to complete this fulfilling circle, the more dominant he has become, the greater I am fulfilled (and Kayla too).  

Mike told me that it has influenced him at work. He is more decisive than ever before.  In his words, “I am bold, but not a bully.”   He communicates more clearly regarding expectations.  Basically, all the leadership stuff that he has always done well — he is doing even better.  

You might think, “how hard can it be to order your wife to lick the asshole of his girlfriend?”  Well, it requires a lot vulnerability the first time you ask for that! (not dismissing the vulnerability in being the licker or the lickee).   But after a number of every escalating kinky orders, he has all the confidence that I will comply in just about anything he asks (as will Kayla) and do so eagerly.  

Mike also said that while he never felt disrespected in our relationship, he now feels respected every moment of every day.  He said he was embarrassed to admit that he has found that respect to be like a drug.   Knowing that his every wish and every need will be respected is mind-boggling for him.   He says he finds it so fulfilling to not only be so completely respected, but to see how fulfilling it is to me and Kayla to give that respect.     

Choose one: Respect or Love?
It ties into something I read somewhere that, if given a choice between respect or love, most men choose respect and most women choose love.  I am sure there are many who disagree, and I am sure it varies by individual.  And i am not saying it is right or that is should be that way. It is just one of those axioms that resonate with my experiences in life.    

I am fulfilled through respecting every whim, dream, and desire that Mike has by serving him in every way he can imagine.   It’s great to know he is fulfilled too.   

NEXT: 130. Growing our Joy Box. XXX-mas in April.

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128. Transforming through Journaling

Oh, Joy!  I mentioned in my last post that our DD contract is not up for another year. Actually, it renews in October of this year.  I forgot that while we started this in March of 2015, we renegotiated in October 2015 with a two-year term!  

Of course, the contract is just symbolic, but it is a power symbol.  Codifying your expectations for yourself and for your partner is such a beneficial exercise.  I would encourage every couple to do it and if DD is not your thing, instead of a DD contract, approach it as a document that serves as an affirmation of your love.  It is like wedding vows that you renew from time to time. 

This post – Journaling and a “caught naked” story:

JOURNALING
Daily journaling is one of the duties I adopted in DD.  It is so simple for anyone to do, whether or not it is part of your kink.  I am a very self-reflective person by nature, and journaling is very powerful.  It can be meditative, healing, and uplifting to formally set aside time every day to be self reflective and do so in writing.  

Journaling allows you to go back and read what your thoughts were in a particular moment.   I find a lot of personal growth in looking back on my feelings and actions of a particular moment with the benefit of 20-20 hindsight and absent the emotional baggage that I was carrying in that moment.  This clearer vision allows me to see that moment with greater perspective, allowing me to better recognize how I may have contributed to anything negative that came from that moment.  Journaling is very powerful.

Recently I was flipping through my journals (I have filled several over the last 2+ years) and saw a common theme in my early journals which slowly faded and is absent from anything recent.  I had some self-doubt that ranged from blatant to thinly disguised in a way I only recognize it now with the benefit of hindsight.  I have sensed that my DD journey has helped me remove self-doubt, but it is interesting and fulfilling to see documented proof of that progress.

There are things I wrote about feeling that I no longer relate to – I want to go back and tell that Jenny that there was no reason to feel that way.  Of course, that Jenny wouldn’t listen because, while you can provide hope and encouragement, you can’t “tell” someone out of a feeling.

Reading my older journals reinforces my belief that life is never about what happens to you, it is about how you react to what happens to you.   Not that it is easy to always react in ways that are self affirming and loving towards others, but clearly, I can see that I wasted a lot of energy on self loathing and being overly critical of myself.  

I believe that this led to my ability to feel compersion and to lose my tendency to let in jealously. (Post 87. And there it was,  Post 88 Something True,  and Post 89. Spank Jealousy Away).  I am more self-confident in who I am as a wife, mother, lover, sister, etc.

It is odd that subjugation, which some may describe as becoming “less than,” is actually a path towards being “more than” you once were.  Definitely a psychological conundrum, but I don’t care the reasons, I only care the results — and they have been amazing.

And Kayla says it has been similar for her.  I see proof of that every day, both in what I observe and in the comments of others.  She has grown tremendously in self-confidence.
It isn’t that she lacks self doubts, but she looks at those doubts as opportunities to grow instead of a weight that keeps her down.  Her friends have asked her where the “wallflower Kayla” has gone as Kayla is more outgoing and more “in the moment” than ever before.  Her parents have even commented on seeing a transformation in her.

She also changed physically — her shaving her head and eyebrows was a shocker to friends and family — but she explained it as simply wanting to physically transform and start anew to match the transformation and newness she felt on the inside.

Hate to break the flow of my “self-reflective” theme of this post, but that leads me to a funny story I’ve got to share that sort of illustrates the change in Kayla.   

KAYLA CAUGHT NAKED
My middle son, T2,  is away at college – far enough away that trips home are rare, but close enough that they are not too challenging (four-ish hours drive).  He typically gives us a heads up he is coming home.  

One Friday afternoon about two weeks ago (prior to Kayla’s immersion) Kayla was home alone when I was out running errands, J was still at school, and Mike was at work.  Being naked is our default attire and Kayla and I don’t get dressed until it is time for me to pick up J from school.  Well, Kayla was in the kitchen when suddenly T2 and a friend of his appeared from nowhere.  Kayla didn’t hear them pull up and of course T2 just lets himself in.

I can imagine the shock on T2 and his friends face, as well as what went through Kayla’s mind, but she handled it beautifully.   She acted like she would have acted had she been clothed.  A simple, “Oh hello, T, surprised to see you.  Who is your friend?”  Of course the first thing he said was, “You’re naked!” Kayla calmly said, “Yeah, you caught me.  I was getting ready to jump in the shower and I left my phone somewhere and wanted to have it near me as I am expecting a call, so I came out to look for it.”   

She also had enough composure to consider the fact she was uncertain of the condition of her bottom.  She had a caning that morning and the stripes tend to take a while to fade.  She quickly thought of a way to handle this.  “So guys, I am sure you’ve seen boobies before.  Take a good look.” And she stood in front of them like a criminal with their hands up and legs apart.  Then she said, “Now that you’ve had your look, if you’ll be gentleman, please turn your backs as I leave the room to get to my shower.  They complied and she left the room.

The “old” Kayla could have never pulled that off.  The immediate reaction would have been embarrassment, cover herself as quickly as possible, and run and cry.  

One other little factoid – as a family we tend to talk about things that happen (non-kink of course) and this incident was no secret.  Even J got to hear the story of “T2 and his friend saw Kayla naked.”    

Turned out T’s friend needed to get home for some reason and his car was in the shop, so T offered to give him a ride.  His friend lives just one town over and T thought it would be nice to drop by to say hello.   Me, Mike, and Kayla, feel very fortunate that it happened the way it did.  It would have been much more difficult (impossible?) to explain why both mom and Kayla were naked, or having sex, or masturbating, or getting spanked, etc., Very fortunate indeed!

We asked T to give us text when he was on his way and of course, we fibbed and told him that we asked Kayla to not walk around the house naked.  In addition, T doesn’t even have a house key, he always just comes in through the garage.  We are now keeping the door from the garage to the house locked.

NEXT: 129: Vulnerability. Plus, Choose Respect or Choose Love.

 

       

 

 

127. About Compersion, Sex, and Change

Two posts in one day!  A few more things to catch you up on that are changes from stuff I previously shared, and then I think I will wax poetically in reflection.  Okay, probably more like a self-indulgent prosing on of my life, but whatever.  Suffice to say, I am likely gonna’ share some stuff and ramble esoterically.  

Update to Nighttime Routine
I shared before that we had a bedtime routine (108. Our “normal” evenings) where Kayla sleeps with Mike and me from Monday through Wednesday, and Mike sleeps with Kayla in her bed on Thursdays, and then with me in our bed from Friday to Sunday while Kayla sleeps alone.

We’ve changed that up.  Kayla only sleeps alone on Sunday’s, and on Monday’s she gets Mike by himself.  The rest of the week we all share the bed. And, instead of Mike going to sleep in Kayla’s bed, Kayla comes to our bed and I sleep in her bedroom by myself.

I mentioned before that originally I asked Mike to sleep in Kayla’s room on nights she had alone time with him as I wanted to stay in our bed.  My feeling at the time was that the bed represented something that was mine.  I know it sounds irrational.  Yes, sure, have sex with my husband in your room while I sleep alone in my room.  That’s totally cool!  But, you can’t have it in my room while I sleep in yours!  

I think it was an insecurity thing.  Whatever it was, Mike was agreeable and that was that, he would sleep in her room. Something eventually clicked in me where I saw the silliness of it all and told Mike that he should stay in our bed (it’s bigger and more comfortable) and Kayla and I would just swap rooms for her nights.  

I think the change for me was that a part of me felt threatened by her and that part no longer feels that way.  I look at her as part of Mike and I, and I don’t feel “less than” anytime she does something that puts her in a position of attention or special treatment from Mike, even if that attention or treatment comes at the expense of my own attention or treatment from Mike.   I love Mike and I love being with him any and all times. And I also love Kayla, and I know having one night together alone with Mike is special to her (because I get such a night myself and it is special to me).  I also know Mike enjoys it.  Ultimately, I don’t want to deny or minimize their night together by forcing it to be different, thus, I offered to sleep in her room on her nights with him.  

I get a triple dose of pleasure.  One dose is in the feeling of compersion that fills me when Mike is enjoying Kayla’s company, whether sexual or not.  The other is in that same feeling over Kayla enjoying Mike.  And the last dose is from doing something that submits to Mike’s enjoyment over mine.  

WHO HAS THE MOST SEX WITH MIKE?
Sister 2 asked me if Mike has more sex with Kayla than with me.  The answer is, he has a whole lot of sex with both of us, but overall, more with Kayla.  This shocked her and of course required an explanation for how I reconciled that in my mind.

Truth is, until she asked I hadn’t thought about it.  It simply was what it was.  It also depends on what you define as “sex.”  She certainly gives him way more head than me.  She really loves fellatio and admits to it, and she loves swallowing.  It really turns her on as she looks at it as a significant sign of submission.  She even sometimes has an orgasm while giving head – something I’ve never done.  I like giving head, she LOVES it. Of course Mike loves it too, so, why should I feel bad about letting the two of them do something they love?    

It has become sort of blasé.  I’ve walked into a room many times to find her on her knees going at it.  Or sometimes I am already in the room and Mike makes some subtle gesture to her and she promptly goes to town on him.  It can be in the middle of watching a show or even in the middle of a conversation we are having.  

Prompted by my sisters questions, I asked Mike and Kayla if they thought they had more sex together than Mike and I do.  They agreed that Kayla probably has more, but you have to put “more” in the right context.  Mike and I have a lot of sex.  It is not like we have it once a week and Mike and Kayla have it daily.  It is more like Mike and I have it 10-15 times a week and Kayla has it 15-20. (yes, Mike’s a busy guy!).  And again, I am putting all sexual acts under the category of “sex” and not just penis/vagina penetration.  

Suffice to say I am not left wanting.  Kayla is younger and has more sexual energy, and Mike loves it, so, let them have however much they want.  One thing that came from our discussion was that Mike observed the sex with Kayla is a bit rougher.  More from behind, more aggressive, more loud.  His comment was no surprise to any of us and Kayla and I agreed!  I’ve seen it and heard it plenty as most of the time I am there or nearby when they have sex.    

While a lot has changed since first embracing DD two years ago, and since Kayla moved in three months ago, the one thing that has not changed is that I enjoy the vulnerability of it all.  I’ve talked vulnerability before in 67. An Esoteric Ramble.  I re-read that post and all of that is still true.  I believe that greater vulnerability has led to even greater fulfillment which in turn has led to one significant change in our DD.  As I mentioned at the end of my last post, it is less about “Jenny style” and more about Mike.

When I first set about my DD journey, it was all about me and what I wanted.  In one of my early posts I wrote about it as being a surrender of myself, but a surrender on my terms. That is true.  Over time I found my greatest fulfillment was in doing things where Mike would ad-lib.  That is, he did things that were not explicitly permitted in our Contract. The contract allows him lots of discretion, but it also spelled out some specific things.  So it was really more about him using that discretion within the spirit of the Contract, versus doing something that was not allowed.   At first he was reluctant to show much discretion and tried to keep within the things that were explicitly agreed upon in advance.  In hindsight that was a very good thing as I don’t know if I was ready for much “discretion.” But over time he came to understand what I wanted and needed, as well as what he wanted and needed.  He has slowly showed more discretion and I am ready to serve him at his complete discretion now. 

Now, while our contract is not up for another year, I am already thinking ahead.  I know that our next version will be far more focused on what he wants than what I want.  We don’t have to wait for a contract to make that happen, but I’ve found that putting things down on paper help serve as cement on your own commitments.  It’s like the fact you don’t have to always tell your loved ones that you love them, but it sure goes a long way when you do!

In looking back on my DD journey I feel that all along I was on a path towards a greater submission to Mike, but Kayla has helped speed up my pace along that path.  Watching her submit and watching Mike be more of a Master than simply a Dom, has really excited me. While I don’t want the things that Kayla wants, I do want some of those things.  

Kayla is all-in on submitting to Mike.  Her latest contract was very short.  There wasn’t really much beyond her preamble of “I serve you and all your desires, no matter how silly, strange, or dark they may be.  I am at your command to do whatever, whenever, and with or to whomever, that you order.”   She had a few hard limits stated, but not many. 

I discovered that I was way more turned on than I thought when I watched Mike be Dominant, and there was some of that Dominance that I wanted directed at me.  I’ve shared this with Mike (as I share every thought and desire) and he has accommodated.  I guess in that way it is still DD Jenny Style, but that style is now based more on Mike’s whim.  I love that!  

NEXT: 128. Transforming through Journaling

 

126. Catching up (on spankings and other stuff)

As so many of my recent posts have focused on Kayla, I thought I’d talk about what is going on directly with me.  So, here’s a hodge-podge of things I thought I’d catch you up on.  

JOHN AND DONNA
We do still get together with them, maybe twice a month.  Maybe one of those two times will include the three of us, and sometimes only Mike and Kayla have gone, or even just Kayla by herself (but that’s another story for when I am talking about her experiences).  John and Donna are super-close friends and have been very accommodating in participating in TTWD.

Something I didn’t share on my last post – on one of the nights that J was at my parents, I spent the evening out with John and spent the night with John and Donna.  Sort of as reciprocation for Mike’s date night with Donna as well as Donna spending a week or so with us when John was out-of-town (Post 82. Enjoying the Ride, and Post 84. Happy Place). In doing so, my role there was to be completely submissive to John and be subject to any and all of his rules.  Although it was an extremely fun evening, and one I don’t mind repeating, I am glad it was just for one evening and night.  Such diversions are great, but my greatest fulfillment will always be playing with and directly serving Mike.

BTW, although I am not focusing on Kayla on this post, I will say that Kayla now allows both John and Donna to have sex with her.  One happy mini-orgy!  

One more quick thing about Kayla.  She will always be part of most posts simply because she is a big part of our life.  We don’t consider her as just living with us, or just experimenting with us.  While those things are true, it is deeper than that.  We all love each other and express that in many “vanilla” ways every day.  Which leads me to my next topic. 

BOWLING OVER MY SISTERS
I posted before that I “came out” to my sisters about adopting domestic discipline as well as my relationship with Kayla.  And although not my original intent, I did tell them about my blog.  Sis 2 said she read it, and Sis 1 said she didn’t want to know “those things” about me.   The way she explained it was that while she wants to know ZERO percent about our parents sex lives, she only wants to know about 20% of her sisters, and what I told her was more than enough to meet that quota.  She doesn’t want to know more.  

Sis 2 was far more curious and had to read it.  One of the things she told me was, in a non-judgmental and half-joking tone,  “So, my sister is a “predatory-polyamorous-swinger?”   I know she was jokingly teasing me about “predatory” as she knows Kayla is an adult (granted, a young one at that) and my sister understands the situation there.  As for poly, I  recognize I am in a poly relationship, but I don’t think of myself in the context of that label.  Same for the term “swinger.”  Yes, we swap and stuff with John and Donna, but, swinging occasionally on a single swing doesn’t really amount to being a swinger to me, no more than going bowling a few times a year makes you a bowler. (Ugh, not a good analogy, but, that’s what I told my sister).  Sticking with that analogy I said, “at the moment I am bowling, yes, I am a bowler, but outside that moment I don’t consider myself a bowler.  So I don’t consider myself poly or a swinger, although certainly the relationships I have definitely fit those definitions. 

MY DD / Punishments
It’s been awhile since I talked about it, but I do get routinely spanked.  At one point not too long ago I went more than a week between spankings…maybe like 9 or 10 days.  That was my longest stretch. Even though I received my Maintenance spankings, it got to be too much for me and I had to ask Mike for a spanking.  This was only the second time I have ever done that (I shared the first on Post 42). 

Similar to that occasion, I had this building sense of restlessness and uneasiness over nothing I could identify.  The only feeling I was sure of was that I knew a spanking would “cure” it.  Yes, those endorphins are addicting and, in their own way, relaxing!  Also, spanking gives me a unique way of connecting with Mike that is just different from anything else.  I guess I was missing that.  I get immense satisfaction from submitting to him.  Allowing him to spank me is part of that submission and thus part of that satisfaction.  

I am not one to “brat” to get a spanking.  While it is fine if others do it, it just isn’t for me. I find it inauthentic and not as fulfilling.  I know this because I tried it before.   Nope, I either want a spanking as a punishment or because I asked for one.   

Of course, wouldn’t you know it, right after my requested spanking I had a series of transgressions that earned me more.  All minor stuff, and all stuff a “vanilla” would be appalled at.  And I say this as I use the reaction of my sisters as my litmus test for how a “vanilla” would react.  I shared this with them as well (because they asked).  Yes, even Sis 1 who doesn’t want to read my blog will still ask me questions.  It’s like she wants to know, but doesn’t want to know.  Anyway, here were some of those spankings: 

Open Door / Open Mouth
I left our garage door open over night.  Not only a no-no, but this was a THIRD offense so the spanking and punishment was quite harsh.  He took me to the garage and I was spanked extremely red using the push ups from our Calisthenics of Doom.  Mike then had me stand in the corner of the garage with one of the doors open for about an hour.  You couldn’t see me from where I was standing, but it was eery to hear the sounds of neighborhood so plainly.  I could hear people talking who walked by walking their dogs and stuff like that.  He also had me hold the remote to the garage door in my mouth the entire time.  Probably ruined it with my slobber but we don’t really use it since the cars have their built in buttons to open/close the door.  He repeated this punishment for three straight mornings.  

Dome light gets the vibe.
Another punishment also had to do with the car.  Maybe I have some subconscious issue with the car?  Anyway, for some reason I had turned on the dome light inside the car.  Not where it just comes on when you open the doors, but where it stays on permanently until you turn it off.  I forgot to turn it off and the battery died.   Hey, it is something anyone can do, so why get punished?  Because those are the consequences I not only agreed to, but that I crave.  I am so lucky to have a husband willing to deliver those consequences.  In addition to a spanking, Mike got creative and had me stand in the corner with a small vibrator inserted and left mostly inside me for about an hour.  As pleasurable as that vibe can be, an hour of buzzing in one spot while standing up is definitely not a joy.  The upside – I felt phantom vibrations for a few hours afterwards that were quite pleasing!

Iron Mike Hangs ’em Up.
The last one I’ll share really insults the feminist as it is a poster child for 1950’s misogyny. I iron all of Mike’s clothes and normally I leave them out until I have ironed them but for some reason one day I went ahead and hung them up un-ironed.  I did the ironing and was just pulling a few at a time from the closet.  Well, I got distracted and put the iron away before finishing, thus there were un-ironed clothes hanging in the closet.  Oh, the humanity!    I say that in jest as to me, any transgression is a transgression.  None are trivial to me as they all are things I commit to doing without fail (or at least without consequences when I fail).   

What iron related punishment could Mike come up with?  Branding is a hard limit, so no burning me with an iron!  A girls’ got limits!  But he immediately knew what he wanted to do.  

We have a couple of those hangers like they have in hotels – the hangers with those metal clips on them.  Well, he clipped them to my nipples – Like this (NSFW content).  Those clips are very tight, way more than clothespins, and they are a bit sharp.   The ends on ours have these grooves in them.  Ouchy ouchy!   I had to use our “yellow” safe word to have them removed for a bit, and eventually had to call “red” as I just couldn’t take anymore.  Oh, and similar to this picture, he had the end of the hanger tied to our ceiling fan such it pulled extra hard if I stood flat footed.

Yes, subjecting yourself to this type of punishment probably seems so absurd, but I love it!  I am a submissive wife who flourishes and feels complete when being accountable to my man.

POST SCRIPT
For most of my DD journey I would have described DD as a way of being accountable to myself, to my dreams and desires.  That’s why I refer to my blog as DD “Jenny Style.”  It is my own version of how domestic discipline helps me be the person, wife, and mother that I want to be.  It is about submitting on my terms, not Mike’s.  That is still a big part of my DD; however, slowly but surely those dreams and desires have become less specific about what I want, and more and more about simply serving Mike in the way he wants.

He has evolved as a Dom.  At first it was all about doing things in a way I specifically prescribed.  Now it is much more about doing things that he chooses for me to do and in the manner he prescribes.  I like that!  

It has been a smooth and natural progression that has worked well for me and for him. Perhaps I’ll explore that thought further on another post where I go on one of my esoteric rambles.  It’s been awhile since I’ve done any self-analyzing philosophical opining.  (Post 99. Be here now Slut in December, to be exact).   Humm, “self-analyzing philosophical opining.”   Nah, “esoteric ramble” has a better ring to it. 

NEXT: 127: About Compersion, Sex, and Change

 

 

 

 

125. Kayla’s Immersion (and “slappy” anniversary to me!)

Wow, almost 3 weeks between posts.  That’s a record for me.  

Couple of reasons for this respite.  Same old, “life got busy” stuff but also we had flu bug hit our house.  First me, then my son.  It probably accounted for about four or five days of being all off schedule.  Then there was just other things we can file under “stuff happens” that kept me at bay.

The most noteworthy item regarding my DD household will, of course, be about Kayla.  But before that….

Slappy Anniversary!
Oh, by the way, March 17 was the two-year anniversary of us adopting a lifestyle of Domestic Discipline!   Still loving it and I can’t imagine myself living any other way!

Okay, back to Kayla…
Her original “contract” is up soon and she has been anxious to update and replace it. She found this “play” checklist that she used to articulate her desires and limits, and suffice to say, there were only a few things on this checklist that she marked “no.”   It really is a well thought out list.  I encourage you to check out it.  

For some of the items it was a “yes, but…” but again, very few no’s.  Kayla has recognized that she has a desire for a much deeper submission a more Master/slave versus Dominant/submissive.  Much like my Submissive Frenzy, and my subsequent M/s immersion, she is craving more subjugation.  Before she codified her terms of subjugation, I strongly encouraged her to have her own M/s immersion.  I wanted her to first experience some of the things she was craving and make sure they really “scratched the itch” in the way she anticipated.  

Spring Break gave us a great opportunity to do this “immersion” as there was a three-day period where J would not be with us.  He and his cousins were spending time at my parents.  Let the immersion begin. 

I am not going to share many details as those details are about Kayla’s journey, not mine. But I will share a few observations.

KAYLA PREPARES
Kayla went in confident that the immersion was an introduction to a new way of living versus just a trail that would soon end.  She prepared herself in some pretty extreme ways. She shaved off all her hair, from head to toe.  She got her nipples and her clit pierced, which is a fun story by itself that I’ll try to remember to post about later.  Just know that Kayla, who can take a spanking like pro, is not fond of needles and didn’t even get her ears pierced until she was 17.   She would tell you that she had more trepidation over getting those piercings than she had about the immersion.  

For me the most extreme things was shaving her head and eyebrows.  She said she wanted to look different and to her it represented starting anew and growing anew.  It was very emotional for her.  She cried when she first looked in the mirror, but not in a sad way.  She said she was overwhelmed with a euphoria and a sort of extra sensory reaction from seeing the visual representation of starting a new journey.   It wasn’t a bawling type of cry.  She was smiling and chuckling as tears streamed down her face.

We got a general agreement as to what she was looking for in her immersion. She didn’t want to give Mike or me too many specific requests or guidelines.  Through the checklist she told us what would be acceptable, plus she went over a range of ‘acts of service” that she wanted to have expected of her, and sexually she said she was completely at Mike’s disposal for anything, any time,  – and anyone – that he commanded.  She wanted to be surprised and have her limits pushed.  So push we did, especially Mike. 

KAYLA’S IMMERSION
I am not comfortable sharing much about it.  I think perhaps in some ways it is because it was more than what I would want for myself, so I have a little harder time connecting to it enthusiastically.  I also had to see Mike be the Master and again, in ways that were more than I would want for him.   I had to keep my mind focused on Kayla’s wishes and focused on her happiness.  Spoiler alert – she was happy with the entire experience.  However, I still don’t have the enthusiasm to write about it, plus, it was such a personal journey for her that I don’t want to risk diminishing it through my own interpretations.  It was something for her and not intended for me, so why risk taking her experience from her through my own analysis of it?  

The things she did and had done to her were very intense, both physically and emotionally. So much so I don’t even want to relive it in writing.  There were a couple of times I told Mike I thought it was too much, but he persisted and said as long as both of us felt Kayla was capable of speaking for herself he would continue until Kayla said she had enough. Half way through the third and last day, Kayla actually relented and called “red” to stop, not just the particular activity, but the immersion.

She went to sleep very early that day and we let her sleep in the next.  She slept for almost 18 hours.  Before she went to sleep we spent a lot of time with her, reassuring, lots of after care, and that continued the next day, and luckily J didn’t come home until late that day.  That gave us pretty much the entire day to focus on Kayla.  

She was chipper, and said she felt refreshed, but a bit sore, like after an intense work out.  We went easy on her for the whole day and pretty much took the day off from any DD.  She reflected positively on the experience and felt very good about reaching her limit.  She had no regrets, which was a relief to Mike and I as we thought perhaps things got a bit too intense.

She said she definitely wants some of the M/s things in her new contract but agreed she doesn’t want to try to live the immersion 24/7.  For one, it just isn’t practical for us, but more importantly, it isn’t what she wants.   She has already shared a draft and has made several edits.  She also wants to plan for another immersion in the summer.  Yikes!  That is asking a lot of Mike.  I plan to somewhat repeat my  M/s immersion from last year.  (J spends at least a week at my parents during the summer).  

It all makes for a funny conversation – talking about how to accommodate Kayla’s submissive needs and desires as well as mine.  If anyone overheard us they would think we are crazy.  Maybe we are!    Crazy happy, that’s for sure! 

NEXT: 126. Catching Up (on spankings and other stuff)

 

 

 

 

 

 

124. Mischievous Mike and the Room, the Dance, the Term, and the Treat.

I’ll wrap up the goings on of Mike and Kayla’s Florida trip.  (Continued from Post 122 and Post 123).   It will then be time to move on to other happenings and musings.  

THE ROOM
This is a non-story  but illustrates that Mike at least showed some discretion in not going too far.   His plan was to “secure” Kayla in some way in the room while he went to his business meeting, which would take him about three hours.  Basically, tie her or handcuff her to something so she could not move around, leave her naked, and let housekeeping do their thing.

Several things worked against this idea.  One, there wasn’t a good place to secure her that wasn’t likely to freak out housekeeping.  Cause too much alarm and perhaps the police would be called.   So, handcuffing her to the closet railing was out.   He was hoping he could secure her so that she would be on the bed, and could also stand up.  The way the light fixtures and furniture was arranged, the only options left her spread eagle in the middle of the bed.   He thought about going ahead and setting her up that way and covering her with a sheet.  That way it would decrease the freak-out risk and Kayla could just tell them to please clean the room and don’t mind her.  She could tell them she is fine and it is part of a prank or something.   Kayla told Mike she would do whatever he came up with, and at this point, Mike knew that she was more than capable of following through.  In the end, he decided against such hijinks in the room.

Kayla said it was very funny.  Mike would say “Hum, how about this…?” or, “I know, how about this…?”   Each time Kayla would reply with “That’s fine, Sir, whatever you want.”   

While Mike can give the excuse he was just being cautious, the way this game is played, it is still a “score” for Kayla.   Kayla 3.  Mike 0.

THE DANCE
They went out to dance hall/bar one evening.  Once there, Mike told her she needed to get five men and two women to dance with her and it only counted if she initiated the dance.
The place wasn’t overly crowded, but crowded enough, and Kayla felt like the five men would be plausible, but wasn’t so sure about the women. Kayla admitted that of all the “tasks,” she found this one the most challenging.   I mentioned before she is a bit shy and she definitely felt awkward in this type of situation.

She was dressed fairly sexy, nothing crazy, but “revealing enough” in her words.  As soon as Mike told her the rules she immediately got up and made a bee line to the dance floor.  She caught the eye of some guys at a table as she walked by and she didn’t even stop walking – she just said to the first one that made eye contact with her, “You there, let’s dance.”   They guy said, “Oh, I am here with my girlfriend.” (who wasn’t at the table at the time).  So without missing a step Kayla pointed to another guy and said, “Okay, you.”
So the two of them danced.   And when it was done, he asked the one other guy at the table, “Are you here with a girlfriend?”  When he said no, she said, “Alright then, let’s dance.”  So they did.  She punched her dance card twice in no time!

When she finished dancing with the second guy and they walked back to his table, the girlfriend of the first guy had returned.  Remember, this was the bold Kayla, the confident Kayla, the Kayla that was on a mission.  So she looked at the girlfriend and said, “Your boyfriend didn’t want to dance with me out of respect for you, would you like to dance with me out of respect for him?”  And Kayla added a wink as she said it.  Now, I don’t really know what that phrase means exactly, and neither did Kayla, but it just sounded good and sounded suggestive.  Whatever it sounded like, the woman agreed!    

After the two of them finished dancing they invited her to sit down with them. Kayla declined and said she had to get back to her boyfriend (Mike) and needed a break.  Kayla said they were all a bit puzzled and sort of half-smiled at her like with a body language that said, “Alrighty then, we won’t ask what that’s about!”

Suffice to say, Kayla was well on her way to dancing with all that she needed to dance with.  In addition, she was asked several times by different people, even another woman, to dance.  Although this was the most nerve-racking task for her, it turned out to be very easy.  

Some people must really pay attention to other people because several times people came up to the table where Mike and Kayla were sitting and asked her to dance.  Either they were observing that she was dancing with “everyone” or just observing that obviously the “old dude” with her was not a date.  Whatever the reason, at one point Kayla declined to dance with someone simply due to needing a break.  Mike butted in and said, “Kayla, you have plenty of time to rest later, so dance.”   When she returned from dancing with that guy, Mike added a new stipulation that she could not decline anyone’s offer.

She easily got her 5 guys and 2 women.  Of course Mike’s excuse was that the way the dance floor and crowd was flowing and hopping that in his mind it turned out the task was just too easy.   In hindsight he said he should have said she had to be propositioned by 5 guys and 2 women.  Sounds like sour grapes to me!  He knows as well as I do that this was hard for Kayla and very much against her nature.

Kayla 4.  Mike 0.  

THE TERM
Early in the trip Mike told Kayla that when they were out and about that whenever she referred to him in front of someone she needed to constantly use a different “loving” term.  The moment she repeated herself they would need to excuse themselves so she could be immediately spanked.  

Mike pointed out to her she already called him “Sir,” and “Daddy.”  When they got to the hotel, Kayla went to a little snack area to grab a few drinks and called out to Mike who was at the desk not far away, “Hey Dad, do you want me to get a water for you?”   I wonder if the front desk clerk noticed this.  Afterall, their room was just a single bed!  

Kayla stayed focused that first night when they ate dinner, and much of the next day, referring to him has “Dear” “Father,” “Honey,” and even, “Lover.”  It looked like Kayla would win again.  

Kayla said her trick was that she was trying to go alphabetically. Since the first thing she thought of was “Dad” and then “Dear”, she immediately would think of the next letter and whatever popped in her mind is what she would tell herself to remember to use the next time.  She said the trick is not to think ahead or you will get lost, and never go backwards once a word popped in your head.  For instance, she could have gone with “Babe” but since she started with Dad, she couldn’t go backwards in the alphabet.  She figured she would have a lot of words to use before she would have to start over and risk repeating herself.    I TOLD YOU KAYLA WAS SMART.  Who would possibly come up with a solution like this??

She actually used “Love” and “Lover.” Then Master, My Sweet, Sweety, etc.  She admitted to sneaking a google search of “terms of endearment” to help her out.  Hey, Mike never said she couldn’t get help.   It wasn’t until their second morning there that she flubbed.

They were having breakfast at a restaurant not far from the hotel when she called Mike, “Dear.”  They were already seated at a table.  Mike looked around and there was no place that seemed conducive to a spanking.  He then had an idea.  He told the waitress that he needed to make a quick private call and needed “his wife” to come with him to be on the call. They were going to go out to the parking lot to make the call and would be right back.

He walked Kayla to the car and told Kayla to get in the backseat and pull down her pants and panties.  The parking lot was crowded and large enough that there was sufficient privacy unless someone walked right by the car.  Mike was in the front seat and pulled out his belt and gave her 12 quick whacks.  That was that.  

Final score for this trip was Kayla 4. Mike 1 

THE TREAT
The treat for her “winning” the airport challenge (as he called it) was a mani/pedi with massage that he arranged for her in Orlando.   Then, there was the treat for her overall victory.  Originally they hadn’t planned on doing any Disney stuff except for Downtown Disney.  Mike surprised her on the last day there with a day at Magic Kingdom.   You have to understand that Kayla loves Disneyworld.  (as do I) .  

I mentioned before that we go to Disney a lot as a family.  Kayla has been a few times growing up and had great memories of her trips.  She said they have a special place in her heart because, well, it was like magic.  Her Disney trips growing up were when her parents seemed the happiest and, well, everyone was happy.   Anyway, suffice to say Disney means a lot to her and she was disappointed that Mike said they wouldn’t be going to any parks.   Surprise! 

So, that’s about it regarding their trip. A great bonding experience for the two of them, and a great growing experience for Kayla.  Other than a few exceptions, one that came with very few spankings! 

Next: 125. Kayla’s Immersion (and “slappy” anniversary to me!)

 

 

 

 

 

  

    

123. Mischievous Mike and the Swim

I am sharing some of the events that Mike and Kayla shared with me regarding their trip to Florida together.  I previously shared their silliness at the airport, and will now share another escapade of theirs that I call, “The Swim.” 

I want to remind you of a few things so you understand a bit about what Kayla was feeling during these experiences.  You can learn more about her on Post 91 Undressing Kayla.  She is the admittedly “quirky girl” and shy, at least in groups – she has never been shy around us.  She is overly self-conscious of her looks, even though she is beautiful.  While she seems a confident and vibrant 22-year old around us, in many ways she is like an insecure 14 or 15-year-old when in public or especially when around people her own age. She has always been more comfortable around older people.  Throughout school her friends were always several grades ahead of her and today, her friends are all in their late twenties to early thirties (and then of course there is us).  I restate this to give greater context as to the impact the experiences I am sharing had on Kayla.

Mike told Kayla to purchase a two-piece bathing suit for their upcoming trip.  He said that it needed to be “skimpy.”  Mike knew that would be difficult for her.  I mentioned before she has been around my family for many years, even on vacation with us.  In any swimming activities she always wore a one piece.  Too shy and self-conscious to attempt the bikini.  

She bought one and tried it on for Mike and he told her to return it – not skimpy enough.  He even spanked her for not following his orders to buy something skimpy.  He called it “revealing but not skimpy” and sent her back to purchase another.  He was happy with the second purchase – low cut all around so there was both some cleavage action and had both some side-boob and bottom-boob action.  This link is a fairly good representation of the top.  The one she got had a little more coverage than that one, but, it gives you a good idea. It required frequent adjustment while wearing it to keep the boob coverage publicly presentable.  The bottom was skimpy too.  Small and tight in the crotch and, while not a g-string, it showed a lot of ass.  This link shows one that was fairly close to what her bottom looked like from the front (it wasn’t a g-string though).  

He asked her how she liked it.  Having to be honest she said, “I like it because it is what you want for me.”   He asked if this was something she would wear if he didn’t require it.  Without hesitation she said, “No, Sir, I would not.”   “Good, then I know for sure it is the right one for you,” he proudly said.

They went down to the pool as late as they could and the only people there was a table of what turned out to be college aged kids.  Mike told Kayla she wanted her to “flaunt” her body.   She made big sweeping adjustments to her top, and when she did she gave them an innocent and incidental  flash of her boobs – which they clearly saw as they were already checking her out. 

Kayla, being on a bold streak after the airport experience,  not only did that, but made eye contact with the group as she “adjusted” and said, “Oh, hello y’all.” 

Mike and Kayla were in the water at one end of the pool.  Mike embraced Kayla, wrapping his arms around her, and told her, “I want you to swim the length of the pool and when you reach the wall on the other side, stand up, wipe the water from your eyes, and then swim back to me.  She did so.  This time he told her, “Good, I want you to do it again, but I want you to have a wardrobe malfunction. I want you to lose your top just a few feet from me but keep swimming.  When you get to the other side, stand up again and give a bit of a shriek and yell, “I lost my top!”  I don’t want you to go back under the water and I don’t want you to cover yourself with your hands.  We will just ad-lib it from there.

She did as she was told and of course when she shrieked, the guys all looked over.  Kayla then said, “Where did my top go?”  One of the guys at the table pointed in the water near Mike, “there it is.”   The guys looked over at Mike and as he retrieved the top he said, “Well, you might as well get a good look before she gets it on.”   Undaunted, Kayla gave a pose and cupped her boobs together and said, “Well, if he wants you to have a good look, then let me make them easier to see.”   Mike then tossed her top, not to Kayla, but out of the pool near the table.  Mike said, “Go get it.”

The young men just laughed and looked over at Kayla as she had this surprised look about her.  One of the guys got up and said, “I’ll toss it to you.”  Kayla, knowing that Mike is purposely trying to embarrass her and feeling confident after her “win” over his last attempt to do so, said, “What’s wrong, you don’t want me to get any closer to you?  Just leave it and I’ll come get it.”  

With that she swam back to the end where Mike was. She told Mike, “Now would like me to lose my bottoms, Sir?”   Mike had played a few games like this before with her, but this trip was like “major league” play.  Yet this rookie Kayla really knows how to play this game.  She totally flipped the script and instead of Mike pushing her, she was the one pushing to see how far Mike would take things.  

Mike told her to leave her bottoms on and to retrieve her top.  In telling me this story Mike said he had Kayla leave her bottoms on only because he was concerned there could be kids coming in or it could cause trouble.  I slyly told him, “How convenient, Sir, are you sure it wasn’t the fact that you were simply the first to blink.  Sounded to me like Kayla was ready to go further.  I think she wins again.”

Kayla 2.  Mike 0. 

Kayla said, “Hell yeah  I won, and I even took it further.  Let me tell you about my victory lap!”  Turned out when she got herself out of the pool and walked over to her top she told the guys at the table, “Here’s a closer look.  Look all you want.”  She then took the top and sort of half put it on.  She  then asked one of the guys to tie it for her. She purposely let one boob hang out for some time before “noticing” she needed to tuck it in.   Once the top was secured she looked down and said, “Oh, you can barely see my nipple through this thing.”  With that, she stuck her hand under her top and tweaked both nipples for about ten seconds.  “There, don’t you all think that looks better?  Thanks guys. Isn’t Orlando fun?!”

She then went back into the pool and embraced Mike and laughingly said, “Sir, I will do anything for you.  Although I am full of embarrassment, I can always will myself to surrender to your will.  I am all yours and my embarrassment is not as important to me as my service to you.”  They stayed in the pool a little longer, and then got out and went over and talked to the guys for a bit.   That’s when they found out they were in college.  It was two pairs of brothers who were each other’s cousins Did I explain that clearly?  Whatever – not important to the story.

While Mike generally likes to win at these games, he was now even more motivated since he had  “lost” twice in a row.  Could he actually conjure up a public scene that could break her will power?  Of course, this is bounded by what is safe, sane, and legal, as well as her hard limits.  Other than that, it is only limited by Mike’s imagination.  Well, Orlando is the land of magic and imagination.  He had more in store for her the next morning. 

NEXT: 124. Mischievous Mike and the Room, the dance, the term, and the treat.