307. Posting Blues

Just a quick note about my decreased posting.

Life is good
Over the past many months I’ve increased my volunteering at an animal rescue and rehab, we’ve sort of re-invented our family evening times, I have an expanded IRL social circle, and I started tutoring an 8th grader.  It has led me to simply deprioritize my internet time.  Not out of any disdain.   Something simply had to give and internet time was it. 

Oh yeah, and I had a niece move in with us for almost a week while she sorted some things out.   That was an interesting experience I can share when I get to it.

So much more to share.  There are TJ and Kim and there are Jaime and Chelsea.  Both couples have interesting stories by themselves, let alone how they entwine with my perverted and twisted world. hee- hee.  

There are interesting updates on the family…well, at least interesting to me.  Maybe that will be a post.  

And we have a new DD contract!  Wow, that certainly should be post-worthy. Not much has changed since our last one, but come on, Jen!  Contract time is usually gold for several posts. . . contemplated changes, the actual changes, reconciling various emotions, reflection, how we are adjusting to those changes.   Damn, that was probably four to six posts I let slip by!    Oh well, I’ll just have to give you the short version someday.  Hey, I heard that.  Who just said, “There’s no such thing as a short version whenever Jen posts.”  Was it you?  I thought so.

And of course, a few interesting punishments here and there, and some new sexy-time intel I can drop on you (we’ve gone to a few “adult” parties).    So yeah, lot’s to share when I can get to it.  

And it’s not all just kink.  We somehow got addicted to the Masked Singer and it became a family ritual to watch it.  It had been a long time since we all got into the same show.  It was a great bonding time and the show was so silly but so fun.  When it ended, we started watching other reality shows, the Voice, American Idol in particular. 

It’s a family ritual now and it’s nice to just sit around the t.v. and experience things together that are light and fluffy.  Sure beats listening to the news and how our country is rotting from the top down while a segment of our society cheers the loss of our democracy and humanity while simultaneously wrapping themselves in the flag while clutching the bible.   Oh, sorry.  I digress.        

The kink is still all there, even cranked it up a bit, and DD life is great!  I hope to post more soon!

Next: Another interesting acquaintance – Chelsea Part I

56. Family Time, Adult Time, and Easy like a Sunday Morning

What a weekend!  Family Time.
This was a great weekend.  Friday Mike took off a little early and we had a family outing.  Hit the zoo for a while, then a movie, late dinner, and then home.   Our Saturday evening was glorious for a completely different reason.  We got the sitter to come over while Mike and I had another “date night” with John and Donna.  Of course, we stayed the entire time at John and Donna’s house.    Although I enjoyed the family time as much as I did the adult time, of course, the details of the adult time are a lot more fun to read about.

What a weekend!  Adult Time.
I’ll keep the details short, but suffice to say once again I had sex with John and Donna and Mike has sex with Donna.  About the only new twist was that we had both guys with each gal separately.  Donna watched as John and Mike has sex with me, and I watched as Donna had sex with John and Mike.  I’ve had sex plenty of times with Mike while having a plug in my butt, but never had a true DP.  I enjoyed it immensely and enjoyed watching Donna get the same.

When we got home Mike told me that he wanted me to sleep in on Sunday morning.  He said he would get up and tend to our son, and then take him on a little outing and be home around 2 or 3.  He also said he would cook dinner that night.  He said I’ve been going 100 miles per hour for a couple of weeks now and he wanted to give me day to sleep in and fully recharge.  Even though he has kept me to a pretty early bedtime routine, with a few exceptions, I welcomed the offer of a respite.

Easy like a Sunday Morning.
I woke up about 8:30 a.m. and I could hear that Mike was already up with our son.  It was so nice to simply roll back over and go back to sleep.   I woke up about 9:30 as Mike was in the room.  He told me he was heading out with our son.  I told him I was ready to get up but he told me no, he wanted me to go back to sleep.  “Jen, the morning and afternoon is completely yours until I get back.  I don’t want you do anything around the house.  I want you to rest and not get out of bed for at least another hour.  When you do get up, feel free to just relax, web surf, watch tv, masturbate, journal, blog, whatever, but no housework.  I don’t even want you to feel like you need to check in with me for anything, just focus on yourself.”    “Yes, Sir!”

So, I laid there for a bit and the Lionel Ritchie song came into my head, “Easy like Sunday Morning.”  There’s a commercial out with him and Peyton Manning where they say, “Peyton on a Sunday Morning.”  I started singing to myself, “it’s Jenny on a Sunday morning.”

I felt awake, and Mike told me to stay in bed another hour.   Should I grab my journal, should I grab my vibrator?   Decisions, decisions.  Instead of deciding, my mind drifted and played back the events of the weekend.  Both the family fun on Friday and the adult fun on Saturday.  It also started thinking about the fact school starts tomorrow, so my days would become a lot freer.  I volunteer a lot at the school, but there would be a lot more time on my hands starting this week.  I started thinking of ways to best serve Mike, and before long, I fell back asleep.

I woke up just before noon.  Wow, I was very surprised I slept that long.  I guess I needed it.  I got up, got dressed, and went into the kitchen.  It was spotless. Mike had cleaned up whatever mess he might have made that morning.  Even though he told me not to do any housework, there really wasn’t any to do anyway.  I made myself some coffee and plopped down in front of the t.v.

About an hour went by and I started to feel restless.  I felt like I had to find something to do, but Mike said no housework.  I went to the computer and started writing this post.  When I write I often write a bit here and there throughout the day, and then at night I finalize it and post it.  As I was writing, I still felt a bit anxious.  I recognized that my mind was not in a submissive state and that I really missed being in that state.  Whatever hormone or chemicals that are involved, I wasn’t feeling them.

I called Mike and told him I wanted to give him the heads up that I was going to get naked, so he could text me just before he gets home so I can get dressed.  I told him I wasn’t doing any work, just web surfing and blogging, but I felt better if I were naked.  I told him I loved the day off he was giving me but needed a little something to feel submissive right now.   He whispered, “Okay, do that, but then I want you to put either the clamps on or the plug in if that would help.”  “Yes, sir, thank you for that sir.”

For some reason I really needed an order from him and even though he phrased it in a way that still left it to me.  I think I really am hooked on submission.  So, I took off my clothes and put on the nipple clamps.   Ahh, there it is, that submissive state of mind.

I don’t think Lionel Ritchie intended “Easy” to mean relaxing naked with nipple clamps on, but I would hope like any artist, he would intend for it to be defined in any way the listener wants.

This was Jenny’s version of being Easy like a Sunday Morning.

Next: 57. Maintenance Session: Apologies and Back to School Sex and Submission